A/N: Firstly, sorry for not updating in months, that was mostly because I wasn't sure I wanted to post this.

Secondly, this isn't the finished chapter. I never got around to finishing it.

Thirdly, I'm probably not going to update this anymore as I've run out of motivation to do this fic. I left it too long and I've exhausted it in my head. I guess I alluded to this in my first chapter, which is ironic. I decided to post this anyway as if I didn't people may have wondered what happened. I may come back to this later, but it would be much later. Again sorry for not posting anything. This may be a bit lacking in some places as again, this wouldn't have been the finished product. Please enjoy. If you want more from me I might be starting a Skyrim fic soon.


For once he wasn't falling, which he guessed was a start. He had just stepped through the electrical portal of narcissism that took him from a white administration room to … somewhere. He was in a dark room which seemed oddly familiar. Only did he realised where he was when he noticed the dark grey table, on top of which had a small lamp and an empty plate. Opposite the table was a black door. He could hear some people talking on the other side of said door. The voices, of which there were two, sounded rather familiar. One was strong, yet held a hint of femininity to it. She didn't sound happy about whatever they were discussing whereas the other was calm and nonchalant, yet had an air of authority to him.

As Glynda and Ozpin walked into the interrogation room. Glynda was slightly taken aback by the overall appearance of the late teen in front of them. She had personally expected something more impressive and less … casual than this. Ozpin was calm as ever, only stopping for a moment to take in the sight of yet another new student.

"Please, take a seat." Ozpin asked as he gestured to the seat on the other side of the table from him. Amaranthus quickly complied, seating himself in front of the 2 professors. Glynda's glare softened slightly, the only thing indicating her appreciation for his readiness to follow instructions. After a few seconds he started to shift around in his seat nervously.

"No need to be uncomfortable, Amaranthus." Ozpin assured. The fact that he already knew his new name unsettled him further.

"If it's any consolation, Mr Graphite, we don't know as much about you as we would like, as you have no current records here. All we know it that; you're from another universe, you know basic knowledge of this universe, you have almost no combat experience, and you are to be enrolled into Beacon." Glynda explained.

"Well, I'm probably not going to be great at fighting, so why are you actually accepting me?" He questioned while in the back of his head tried to figure out how he was going to survive the hellhole of an ecosystem this world had to offer.

"A very gracious, yet anonimas donation with a small request attached." Ozpin chimed in.

"Well, that makes sense. Am I to assume that I'm probably not getting back home?" He asked.

"Probably not, as multiversal travel is centuries away at the very least. But to compensate, we will pay for any housing located in Vale or Patch after your graduation." Ozpin said, hoping this wouldn't affect his new student.

"Thank you, that will be exceedingly helpful." He thanked.

"Now that you two have finished chit-chatting, we can get down to business. Amaranthus Graphite, do you accept enrollment into Beacon?" Glynda interrupted.

"Yes"

"Good. Now here is your personal scroll which acts as your dorm key, your credit card which currently has 12000 lien on it, and your free travel ID to and from beacon. Classes start 2 weeks from now. I would highly recommend meeting Dr Oobleck as he, along with being our history expert, is also our lead in the study of semblances." Glynda, while handing over the previously mentioned items, explained.

"Oh, thank you." He said simply as he took the objects and put them in the various pockets he had.

"Now that all the explaining and such is done and dusted, we better get going, it is rather late and by the time we arrive at beacon it'll be dark out, which would be a perfect time to escort you to your dorm." Ozpin suggested.

"Sounds good! Are we close to beacon at the moment?" He inquired.

"No, but we are close to the airship platform. Now come along, we don't have all day." Glynda finished.


After arriving and boarding the awaiting airship him and Ozpin began to have a light hearted conversation about things he did and didn't know about Remnant, which also dipped into him as a person and what he used to do before all this happened. The flight was smooth and unproblematic. When they arrived they began a brisk walk through the complex, labyrinthine halls of the academy, making their way to the dorms.

His dorm was number 870, which was a decent way away from the rest of the soon-to-be taken rooms. He was glad of this as he wasn't a people person and didn't want to involve himself in unnecessary social confrontation. He was left there to unpack what little belongings he had. The room was empty bar a simple bed, wardrobe, bookcase and desk. He knew he had to get some more things in here as the room was unsettlingly large, although that was probably just because it was a four person room with furniture for one. He didn't dwell on the size too much and instead turned to the two sets of clothes on his bed. One of them was simply male school uniform which he moved to the wardrobe as he would not be needing it for the next two weeks. The other was a set of grey and purple two piece pajamas accompanied by a black dressing gown with purple trim, cuffs, and belt. After decidedly ignoring how quick Ozpin managed to arrange for matching colour night garments to be delivered to his dorm he slipped out of his new clothes and also deposited them into his wardrobe. He then slipped into his PJs and nightgown and proceeded to go to sleep. At least he attempted to. He mostly sat there, thinking about today's happenings. He had been flung across the multiverse multiple times, been informed that he was to start a new life, made a completely new identity for himself, and was now in the place of his dreams but was never going to see everyone he knew and loved from his old life. He was rather disheartened about all the things that he had left behind, yet the break and the head start made him feel a tad better. He knew how hostile this place could be and was naturally worried, yet oddly excited at the prospect of learning how to fight. It wasn't like he had a choice now as he doubted he could just bail out of Beacon, not that he wanted to, as this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. As he sat, lost in his own thoughts, he slowly drifted to sleep.


The only thing he could register was pain, mostly on his side. He let out a groggy groan as he lifted himself from the carpeted floor. He slowly made his way to yesterday's clothes and got changed. While he got changed he thought about what he should do today. He knew there were really only two choices: talk to Oobleck or start making a weapon. He realised he had no idea how to go about doing the second so he decided to make his way to the main hall, which he guessed would have rough directions for visitors. As he walked