Author Note: Hello, sorry about the irregular publishing of these chapters, but I'd rather create something i'm happy with rather than something rubbish immediately. At the end of this chapter, I have a bit at the bottom that I would really like people to read if that's okay. So, let's get to the writing.

All the girls anticipated landing as they waited to get to Anesset. The worst of the journey, where Weiss threw up with Ruby screaming at the storm in fright, was over and all were inwardly excited about the prospect of meeting Triste.

The girls saw the island of Anesset on the horizon. From far away, it seemed like an undiscovered piece of Remnant's puzzle. It was densely packed with huge trees and massive shorelines, with the waves of the sea moving with tranquillity. It seemed a paradise. Closer up, a large area was surrounded, but had some sort of crumbling monastery building. Blake and Yang had some sort of synchronicity as they thought:

" Who built that, Triste or others?"

Below, Team RWBY spotted the colourful Team JNPR waiting outside the admittedly muted colours of the building. The airship touched down outside, with the Team disembarking. Yang tipped the pilot with Lien, with which he gave her a confused look, but took it anyway. Ruby shot her a look. "What?" Yang said. "When there is money, you take it".

"That sounds like something Torchwick would do" Ruby muttered

"Yeah, but the money was on offer, not a steal" Yang replied. She knew since Torchwick had been arrested, Ruby was a bit more aware of the people around the world. But Yang loved her sister the way she was.

She didn't want the sister she cared for so much to become so cynical.

Maybe Yang was naïve like that, but there was something about Ruby and her innocence that made her more than a half sister.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of some very familiar voices.

"HELLOOOO" Nora's voice boomed out.

"Hey guys" Jaune said.

"Hey Jaune, how are you guys?" Ruby enquired.

"We're all good, ride here was bumpy though" Pyrrha said.

After the short meeting, the two teams turned their attention to what was in front of them. A humongous wall occupied a large stretch of rocky land. It seemed at odds with the outer view of the island.

"An island of contradictions" Ren remarked.

It was true. How could an island be so lush on the outer edges, but be so devoid of life in the centre?

The wall had an arched gate in the middle, seeming flimsy with a decaying silver, and it was overshadowed by a large, rocky structure.

"This looks so odd" Blake observed.

"I agree, where is this guy?" Jaune said

"This guy?" Ruby said. She was still full of excitement. On cue, the gate creaked opened.

Outstepped someone who outshone the bland ruins. The members of Team RWBY and Team JNPR were originally standing in boredom, now they were staring in awe as this figure walked towards them.

This man was thin, almost unhealthily so, but made up for it by being extremely tall, around 7 feet tall. He had yellow hair, arranged with two braids falling down his back. His luminous matching yellow eyes combined to make his face bright, but with a remarkable youth. He seemed... well... handsome, especially to Yang.

This man, with his fair skin, wore clothes that anyone from Vacuo would ooo and ahh at. He wore a giant longcoat, which had the wings of a phoenix embroided on the front, coming out from the zip that went up to his shoulders. They were a light shade of purple against the black long coat, with the outlines a fine white. The black coat reminded Blake of...

"Don't, Blake, you don't want to remember him" Blake told herself with scrutiny.

This man continued to slowly walk towards them, and the teams saw his black fingerless gloves that he had, with the middle finger of his left hand missing. His coat had shoulderpads and a sheathed dagger protuding from a strap on his coat. Black boots was what he had has footwear, and he wore some sort of simple tracksuit bottoms, ironic considering the complicated configurations of straps, pouches and pockets on his coat. He seemed to be studying all of them as he approached, and it slightly unnerved them all.

This man continued to walk from the gate, and his facial features showed scars; a horizontal one on the temple, and a small one below his bottom lip. His face was long, and had a very sharp complexion. His analytic expression started to make the members of Team RWBY and JNPR worry and change from staring in awe to studying in instinctual suspicion, who was this person?

This man couldn't be Triste. No way. He was way too young, Triste took part in the Faunus War, he most be hundreds of years old. All of them drew their weapons and pointed them at this man, who seemed undeterred by the array of weapons pointing at him.

"Who are you?" Weiss demanded, steely eyed and pointing Myrtenaster at him.

"Why, calm down my friends", the man said with a cool, calm voice, with a hint of Atlas eloquence.

"Now, why would you take aim at your teacher?" He said.

This man was Triste Vindicta.

So, this is the first chapter I have released since the death of Mr Monty Oum. I heard the news, cried, and after a while, it occurred to me how through his work, you could see someone with a passion to create and someone who loved all of his creations. That inspired me. This idea that someone wanted to spend their life creating has made me apply this same philosophy to my own life, which is why I promise to update this story more often. Thank you Monty, and my condolences to his family and friends.

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it, and I would appreciate a review and to know what you guys think could make this better. Thanks!