Captain Durante opened his eyes as the sunlight spilled its rays onto the world around him. Now he wondered how he managed to get through the night filled with the screams of dying Germans. It disturbed him now that he thought about it, he was so used to death and the screaming that he slept through it.

The officer rose from the base of the tree his back leaned on for comfort, Monte extended his arms to the sky and stretched off the stiffness from his body. Then he looked down from the Cliffside to see the bodies of Germans strewn around below him. He had taken refuge on a hill above the soldiers and it was enough to stay away from the fleeing Germans and the monsters that once chased after him last night. "What a hell of a night." The captain whispered to himself as he turned away from the cliff.

After he bypassed the tree, he found his large cache of German weapons placed into one pile. All he could do was admire what he had single-handily done as he dodged monsters left and right. Thankfully, they refused to climb up the rocky terrain of the hill just to catch him. In fact, they outright ignored him and went after his fellow man. Now that he thought about it, he pitied them, the Germans. No one deserved to die like that and he wouldn't wish it on the worst man of all.

From the pile of weapons, the young man simply picked out the sidearm any Allied soldier would want to get their hands on. When held the Luger in his own hands, he simply admired the design of the very ancient weapon. He remembered the times when his father spoke to him about wanting to get his hands on a Luger, a weapon that was so admired by many that his fellow Americans would kill a German over it.

A funny thought now that he recalled those moments when he was sitting in a chair across from his dad, having a conversation with him about the various books he read. While his father read books about the old days of the French countryside, Monte remembered how he would force him to read something for his own benefit. It was an odd way for a father to teach his child about reading something else that wasn't about adventures filled with swashbuckling heroes saving a damsel in distress. His father's efforts seemed to be for naught until he introduced Durante, War and Peace, a book his mother recommended Monte to read.

The captain loaded the sidearm as he aimed the sights of the weapon at the tree. "Well, I can't wait to bring this home for dad." He whispered to himself as he tucked the gun away underneath his jacket.

Monte reached for one other weapon the Germans used in their ranks. He grabbed the German assault rifle from the pile of weapons as he detached the magazines away from the other guns. As he slung the assault rifle over his shoulder, he got his hands on another weapon, a German semi-automatic rifle. He could not forget the "cracks" when a rifleman or a sniper fired, but he knew it was better than what his Rangers used during combat. Then he made another glance at the pile, while they were special he couldn't bring all of it with him.

"Too bad I have to leave all of this behind." He said to himself, disappointed how he couldn't return behind the lines and increase the inventory of the Allies with German-made weapons.

The officer continued down the slopes of the hill as he watched the remains of what was once part of the German army. His weapons jingled at every move, but he recognized the scent of rotten flesh burning in the sunlight. With his G43 at the ready, the young man walked passed the blood-soaked grass as he cautiously brought his weapon to bear.

Captain Durante hated to be so cautious when he shouldn't be, but after last night he didn't to have the same fate as the Germans. His eyes glanced over to the sudden movement to his right. Then he lined up the semi-auto rifle to where the movement went; however, he saw another glimpse of movement on his left. Yet, the officer's eyes caught the sight of a tall figure who resembled that of a person. The only problem he faced was that each movement was moving from tree to tree within the confines of the forest. "Come out, I'm not looking for a fight."

A simple crack, caught his attention as he immediately drew his G43 towards the sound's origins. He tensed his muscles, but when his eyes caught the attention of a tall blonde woman in glasses he slowly lowered his weapon. She stepped over the grass in her high heels while a whipping crop was in her hand, but her stride told him that the stranger was someone not to be trifled with. "Yet, you come armed into the Emerald Forest. Young man, who are you and what are you doing here?"

The officer simply shrugged his shoulders as he looked over to the bodies of the dead men. "Who the hell are you?" He demanded. Then he noticed her eyes tighten her gaze on him from behind her pair of glasses.

Monte noticed the woman's eyes taken aback by his curiosity. "Is this a serious question?"

"Umm, yes." Monte hesitantly replied. "I don't exactly know you and you just surprised me in the middle of nowhere."

"How can you not know who I am?"

"Because I really do not know you."

He noticed the woman fold her arms and look away from him. "Is this your doing?"

The captain followed the gaze of her eyes and noticed that she was looking at the body of the dead Germans. "Me, no." He immediately answered that question. "I wouldn't even have a chance at one them. They were the ones who had all their barrels on me. That was until those monsters showed up."

"Monsters? Do you mean the creatures of Grimm?"

It disturbed him that she knew what these creatures were. Maybe she had some experience dealing with their kind or maybe he was simply going from crazy to insane. "Grimm?"

"Come now, you cannot simply be that daft."

"Daft? Excuse me miss, but I was with my merry band of misfits a day ago, until an explosion brought me in the middle of the woods against my will." Captain Durante explained to the woman. "Now, I'm wondering why those fucking creatures exist and somehow you believe I should know them by the back of my hand?"

Her expression did not change. "Yes, you are of course, on Remnant, are you?"

"Remnant, who names their place called Remnant."

Another crack had caught the man's attention as he saw a quick glimpse of a green-haired man wearing a brown trench coat. He seemed to be concerned, but what was he concerned about. "Professor Goodwitch, I would not wish to antagonize the young man any further." After he spoke with the woman, the stranger glanced over to the captain and waved his hand. "Good morning, sir, but we were here to investigate the screaming and the strange lights."

"Scream-oh, you're talking about the screaming krauts and the flares these guys fired off last night."

"You were there when it happened?"

"Yes indeed, I was their prisoner until those… Grimm showed up and started killing." Monte answered as he shrugged his arms. "I didn't want to stick around so I left them behind."

The woman, Professor Goodwitch, had stepped forward. "You didn't even fight alongside them."

"Ma'am, these guys had the best equipment I've seen and it didn't stop the Grimm from killing them. What makes you think I would want to stay?"

"Do you know about any survivors?"

He shook his head. "I ran far away as possible and barely got away with my life. Can you blame me?"

Monte watched the professor glance back to the bodies. "Then I must inform the headmaster about this." Soon she gave away her eyes to his. "Come with Doctor Oobleck and I, Emerald Forest is not safe for you."

"Well, how are we going to get out of the forest. You don't even have any transportation with you." The air was being blown in the wind as the captain noticed a shadow rise above him. Captain Durante really wished he didn't say those words. "There is something big and menacing above me, isn't there?"

Professor Goodwitch and Doctor Oobleck silently nodded to the lonely officer.

As he turned his head, he saw a type of aircraft he had not seen before. While planes always had propellers at the "nose", this was completely different. The captain watched the strange machine in awe as the ramp slowly extended its doors open.

Then he heard Professor Goodwitch speak. "Young men, get in. We are going to Beacon Academy."

The silence in the passenger compartment did not go well with Captain Durante; however, he looked outside the window with awe and curiosity. There were so many questions he had to ask, but the gaze of Professor Goodwitch did little to persuade him to talk. From the aircraft's windows, he saw the large tower watching over the entire campus and no other building compared to its height. All he simply do was whistle at its size.

Then the officer heard Professor Goodwitch's voice from behind his head. "Forgive my colleague and I for having ill-manners, but we would like to know who we are speaking to. As you know, I am Professor Goodwitch and my colleague is Doctor Oobleck, but we would like to be introduced to you."

He turned around and jumped back into his seat while his weapons remained strapped to his body. "You want to know my name, right?"

The blonde teacher answered with a slight nod.

"Formally, I am Captain Durante. However, you can call me Monte Durante." The Ranger stated, unafraid of revealing himself.

"A captain?" Asked the green-haired man. "What are you a captain of?"

"I don't think it's relevant to what's going on here." Monte looked away from the doctor as he confronted the professor. "I have a question, why the hell is there an academy near a forest filled with monsters?" He demanded out of his host.

Goodwitch raised her eyebrows at his question. "You cannot be serious."

"Yes, I am serious. Why is there a school here?"

"To train students to become huntsmen and huntresses, warriors who fight the creatures of Grimm." She answered. "I cannot believe you don't even know this."

Doctor Oobleck interrupted the conversation. "Professor Goodwitch, I have a possible theory on what could possibly have happened." Monte noticed the man was highly intellectual based on his clothes. A tie with a simple white shirt along with what seemed to be coffee. "This man is not from Remnant."

"Doctor, I don't even understand why you would think that is a reasonable assumption."

"It is one thing to not be knowledgeable about the four academies, but to not know about the Grimm is simply impossible. That is unless the captain is from a very remote place that has not been found on Remnant."

It was time to ask the man a question. "Remnant? Where is that?"

"It's the world you are living on."

Yet, the professor remained unconvinced. "This has to be nonsense, there is no possible way that this man is from another world. There is no evidence to prove that."

Captain Durante needed to persuade her. "I disagree, the doc is spot on about that. In fact, I think he makes the most accurate guess about where I am from."

"I better bring you to headmaster immediately, this sounds so far-fetched."

"Far-fetched? I was in the middle of a world war and I'm thinking someone drugged me along the way." Then he slapped himself. "Nope, I'm not even drugged."

"Hold on a minute." Oobleck requested. "Did you say world war?"

"Yes sir, I did in fact say I was in a world war. It's just so fucking absurd that I would end up into another world just because I threw a grenade at that goddamn command vehicle."

Due to the conversation, the aircraft opened its doors as the professor rose from her seat. "Come with me, we're going to meet with someone who may help us out with this matter." She said before stepping out. "Oobleck, I need you to prepare a room for Monte. We have plenty to talk about."

"Of course, I'll make sure to make it nice for our guest." He said before departing.

Yet, Monte noticed how fast the doctor departed from the aircraft at such speed. No words could describe it, because it should have been impossible in the first place. "Did he just move that fast?"

He heard the professor sigh. "Yes, Oobleck tends to move like that… when he drinks his coffee."

"Huh, is that what coffee can do on Remnant?"

"No, it's his coffee that does that. Believe me, the doctor has a specific brand of coffee only he can handle. Come now, I have other important matters to attend to. Headmaster Ozpin should be waiting for us in his tower, but first we should head to the weapons lockers. I don't want you to shoot up our lovely academy."

Was it coincidence? The last name sounded familiar, yet so strange. That was until the young man was reminded of a movie he once saw in theaters. "Wait, are we going to meet the Wizard of Oz?"