"Forgive me please!" Max shouted as he ran from the room, narrowly avoiding getting decapitated by his sisters shoe.

Angela walked out of her room, her white night gown billowing behind her like a demon lords cape. "You have five seconds to explain why you woke me. Now talk." If Max wasn't the one with the fire semblance, he was have been convinced she incinerate him were he cowered on the floor,

"I-I had a dream." He stammered, the heat of her glare burning him.

"You woke me because you had a nightmare?" Angela walked forward like a phantom of death, coming to drag him to the afterlife. Max raised his arms in defense, knowing full well that it wouldn't save him if she chose to use Midnight, seeing as it was the only blade in existence that could cut clean through aura.

Sure enough, the black long sword appeared in her hands, causing her to stumble under its weight. Max panicked, drawing the last card he had up his sleeve. "I think it was from dad!" He cried, closing his eyes in anticipation as Angela raised the sword.

Angela paused, still holding the sword above him. "Explain." Max explained what had happened and relayed his instructions to her. She lowered the sword, pondering the new development.

Dear god, and she takes after her mom, does she? I have so much more respect for dad now. He was starting to doubt the tale of Nora breaking his legs, now wondering if he had just woke up mom. Cats just aren't morning people.

Angela gave the blade a spin and then returned it to her shadow and spun around, marching back to her room. "Get dressed. We're going." Max scrambled to his feet, rushing to his room to get dressed. His parents were obviously crazy to name such a demon after an angel.

Max switched into a sturdy army jacket and black jeans, buckling his sword and sheath to his waist. Be grabbed his bag, which was a camo army satchel and put some of his equipment in it. Mainly his repair and maintenance supplies.

He walked out to the living room and found his sister already there, garbed in a dark green shirt with a golden star on her left shoulder. She wore blue sweat pants and her tennis shoes. She gave him a quick glance over. "A purse?"

"Satchel. A purse is used for women's everyday storage, a satchel is used commonly by the military to carry food, water, ammunition. You know, the works." Max explained. "These are also far more durable."

Angela shrugged. "Fair enough." Max got some water bottles out of the cabinet in the kitchen along with some standard medical equipment from the bathroom. When he finished packing, he found his sis in the kitchen with her scroll open, in the middle of a video call. He passed by quietly so not to interrupt her and put his shoes on.

Max opened the garage and pulled out their bikes. Since both of them were 15, neither of them were old enough to have a license. He had just finished checking the air in the tires when Angela came out, already spouting orders.

"Saddle up. We're taking a long trek up to Beacon." Max didn't understand what was going on, but he stayed silent and followed her order. They biked silently for an hour and a half, their faunus eyes allowing them to see when a common human couldn't.

They left their bikes against a tree in the court yard, a fire emblem carved into the trunk. The door was unlocked and they made their way to the top floor to Ozpin's office. Their they found the headmaster behind his desk, a great deal older than the picture their parents showed them. His grey hair was a lighter shade and he had acquired a collection of wrinkles on his brow, but other than that he looked good for his age.

"Welcome children." Ozpin greeted them, taking a sip of his coffee, then asked in a tired tone. "Do you know why I told you to come here when you called me?" Max shook his head and Angela sat quietly in her seat. Ozpin sighed, putting down his coffee and putting his hands together.

"Me and your father grew rather close during the time we knew each other." Ozpin stated. "He had all intentions of sending you, Max, to this school."

"And what does that have to do with anything?" Max said coolly, making it clear he didn't want to be here. Angela rolled her eyes at her brother's outburst.

"It means he did what he always did. He planned ahead." Ozpin got out of his seat and walked to his private study, coming back with a long, slender package. "He asked me to give this to you when you first entered the school." Max took the box and unwrapped it, eyes widening when he saw the contents.

Inside the bow was a curved one handed sword. The metal was as bright as silver, curving slightly from the tip to the pommel. The hilt had a hand guard that would protect the back of his fingers and hand. In the pommel sat a flawless sapphire. As he picked up the saber, it seems to hum with life. And it was as light as a feather.

"How?" Max asked, testing the weapons balance with a few practiced movements. The blade responded exactly how he wanted to, almost as if it were alive. He picked up deep blue sheath and belted it to his left side, seeing as his sword was on his right.

"As John received his sword at birth, so did you." Ozpin raised an eyebrow at his gaping mouth, not expecting that reaction. "Did he never tell you the story?"

"No he told us." Max whispered. "I just never believed it." He gave the sword one more flourish before sheathing it. "Why didn't Angela get hers?"

"She already has hers." He nodded to Angela and she stood up. Stretching out her hand, a long shadow appeared. Out of the shadow came a long, red pole with what appeared to be some kind of sword attached to the end. Their was a gold and red tassel on the hind part of the blade.

"Repentance scared the shit out dad when Chris presented this to him." She said sadly as she examined the weapon. "This was Carmon's weapon."

"And you know this how?"

Angela locked eyes with her brother, the truth of her next words hit him like a ton of bricks. "On the day of the attack, I gained control of Spector. Using his own semblance, I tapped into dad's mind without him knowing. I found it in his memories, along with his true feelings. I now know what happened all those years ago, and why dad didn't go after mom. I know about the war between him and his sister. I know how much he truly loved you. He never let you win because if you won, even once, you would have gone off after mom, and to your certain death." Slight tears were present in her eyes, but she continued on. "Every time you lashed out and blamed hi for what happened, he agreed with you. He blamed himself for what happened, and every time you reminded him you were practically stabbing him. He might have been the powerful giant on the outside, but on the inside he was no different from us." She practically was yelling at the end. Ozpin wisely stayed silent and watched it play out between the twins.

"If that was true," Max growled. "Then why didn't he go and save her?"

Angela rushed forward, and in one motion too fast to see, slapped him. "Because of you! He did it all for you! He trained you to fight, pushing you as hard as possible, so that you could defend yourself when the time came. He stayed to see it finished. He trusted you to become a man to be proud of. He expected you to come with you when the time came to kill every last son of a bitch that stood between you and mom!" Tears were falling from her eyes as she yelled as her idiotic, selfish brother. "All he wanted was for your life to continue, with mom! He gave up the will to live when he gave up the chance to race after her. He was willing to die in order to reunite us! But someone had to be a dick the whole time. It's a miracle you didn't notice how hurt he was! He could barely muster the will to get out of bed, much less deal with you!"

Max stayed on the ground where he had landed after she had hit him, digesting what he had just learned. Was it really true? Did he go through hell for me? A line he had hated with the core of his being now passed through his thoughts under a new light. You will never get better by winning an easy fight. The Damb bastard wasn't being mean. He was trying to help him get stronger, faster! Tears of regret dripping down his nose now that he truly regretted the last five years of his life.

After a time, Max got to his feet. He gave Ozpin a determined look and then asked in a quite voice. "So what do I have to do?"