Hey Lads and Lasses! So I can see this story is slowly getting better and better as I write. Thanks to you all, I have a reason to keep writing besides my own enjoyment. After all, what's the point if those who read it don't enjoy it?

Anyway, here is more, just for you guys.

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The Knight and The Challenge

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He turned back to look as Jazabelle walked up to the archway, but didn't pass through the arch. She started to laugh again, but there was no amusement in it this time. She cut it short and spoke, anger easily recognisable in her voice.

"Hm, executioner versus executioner. I wish you best of luck against your Master." And with that, she grabbed a small flare from her waistband and shot it. She curtsied as she faded.

'What does she mean by...oh no.' Gripping his side, he turned to see a decrepit corpse sitting in a throne. As he watched, the body slowly shattered the thin layer of ice that surrounded it. It then began to rise from its throne, before turning toward himself. Its body was clothed in a golden variant of the executioners normal attire. It wore several golden necklaces and a crown on its head. In one of its hand's it held a large scythe, and in the other it held a sword.

Navlaan looked in horror.

He had found Master Logarius.

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The Knight watched from atop one of the castle spires as the executioner ran from the invader, and had been content to watch as he hobbled toward the ladder that led to his precious Martyr. The queen had allowed them to further watch the executioner, wanting to get a slightly closer look. They had enjoyed watching him fend for himself, and were about to move to a new position when they felt a smack on their leg. They looked down to see a small, white, unsightly creature, and on its head a small top hat rested. It was looking up at them, one hand on their leg. They were about to kick it away, when it held up a small piece of parchment with the other hand. They reached down and grabbed it, then watched as the creature disappeared with a small ripple. They looked at the paper, confused beyond belief at what was written there.

'Please help him... What, that's it!? Why the hell would I help him!' They were about to silently rant, when the creature reappeared by their leg once again, holding another piece. Snatching it away, they read it and they became even more confused. 'Their my friend...' They looked down to see the creature had its hands clasped, as if begging them to do as the small letter asked. They seemed stunned, but then they narrowed their eyes. "Did you write this?" They asked.

The creature nodded. Than, it lowered its head and brought its hands up. There was no doubt that it was begging now.

They sighed, grabbed their helmet, and slid it onto their head. They wouldn't have anyone, or anything, begging them to do something. They did have standards, and no matter who he was, this little thing liked him enough for it to want for his survival. With one last look at the creature, who looked as if it were trying to smile, they leapt off the spire, knowing exactly how to get to the executioner in time.

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When they finally made it to the ledge behind Logarius, they caught a glimpse of the invader as they faded, giving a little curtsy as they did so. When the invader had disappeared, they looked over to the man. He was covered in wounds, and there was an arrow stuck in his side. With how old he looked, and the amount of blood he seemed to have lost, it was a surprise that he was even standing. They watched as his expression went from shocked to grim, and he slowly drew his sword, preparing to fight the Martyr.

'I must admit, he certainly has courage. But he is foolish if he thinks he has a chance.' They watch as Logarius begins to cast spell after spell, with the executioner barely able to get out of the way. He slowly made his way towards the Martyr, and once he reached Logarius, he swung...

And kneeled over, pain obvious in both his expression and his posture. Logarius took up his scythe in both hands, and prepared to strike. 'Well, I think that's long enough' the knight thought and they leapt forward, reaching the two in seconds. With a slash, and a groan, Logarius stumbled back. The knight, now in front of Logarius, pressed their advantage by continuing to hack and slash at the Martyr, before dodging back and grabbing the executioner. Ignoring his moans of pain, the knight pulled him behind one of the spires in the area. They quickly grabbed one of the blood vials on his sash, and was about to inject him, when they smelt a disgusting sickly sweet scent. 'Numbing Mist, and a potent batch, by the smell.' How the invader had gotten ahold of it was a mystery, but now was not the time to speculate.

With an irritated sigh, the knight sat the executioner up, and moved to face the husk of Logarius. He looked at them for several seconds, before launching several small spells, seeming to form form faces, at the knight. They moved between the spells, but the closest to them tracked their movements, striking and stunning them. He than dodged back, leaving a large, stationary spell in his place. The knight dodged away as quickly as they could, but with a swing of his scythe the spell exploded, sending the knight several paces back. They quickly righted themselves, and sprinted to reach the Martyr. When they had made it within a few feet of him, he swung his scythe again. They dodged under it, and as he was recovering they inserted their katana into its sheath, and pressed a symbol on its side. After several seconds, they gripped the blade with both hands and swung in a wide arc.

Blood splattered as Logarius fell to his knees, the force of the attack too much for his brittle body. The knight advanced, their sword covered in gobs of blood. They stabbed it into his back, and sliced upward. The corpse like man scream as his back was torn to pieces. Feeling drained the knight slashed sideways, removing the blood from the their katana. With one swift motion, they reached for a strap on their back, grabbed one of their blood vials, and thrust it into the crook of their arm. Relieved and energized, the knight looked toward Logarius. He was kneeling over, and after a moment of struggling he stood. Taking both his sword and his scythe, he slowly lifted his arms into the air. The knight's eyes widened behind their helmet, and they were about to move out of the way when Logarius slammed his weapons into the ground.

They were blown back and hit the wall behind the Martyr's now destroyed chair. 'Oww...Damn that smarts.' They tried to get up, but found that it was almost impossible to move. They continued to struggle, watching as Logarius lowered his sword tip toward them. With swift steps he crossed the distance between them and as he swung down, they could only shuffle to the side, barely avoiding being impaled. He swung again and this time they were able to roll over, before scrambling back. They moved only a few feet before their back hit the wall. They were able to pick themselves up off the ground, but they were winded, and were drained of energy. They went to ready their weapon, but found that it wasn't in their hands. They could only watch as Logarius lifted his sword, preparing to run them through. They got into a crouched position, hoping to be able to do something. After a second, Logarius stabbed forward

And impaled their arm into the wall.

'FUCK, you son of a BITCH!' The knight clutched at the sword, yelling obscenities at the man in their mind. They had smacked the sword as to not get stabbed in the stomach, but weren't able to put enough force behind the hit. Logaruis gripped his sword and pulled, eliciting a yell from the knight. They gasped and gripped their arm. With a glare unseen from behind their helm, they ran forward, slamming into the Martyr's chest. As he stumbled, They reached for another blood vial, and stabbed it right above their wound. With the pain dulled, they quickly looked around for their katana, and found it several paces to the side of the unconscious executioner.

Or formerly unconscious executioner.

He was trying to stand, gripping the wall for support. He had one hand in his bag, and pulled out a small, decorated jug. Popping the seal, he downed the contents. He than grabbed the arrow in his side, and ripped it out. With the quick use of a blood vial, he started to look refreshed. he glanced toward the knight and nodded his head in acknowledgment, before facing the Martyr once more. He was moving sluggishly, but Logarius had already turned his attention toward him. The Martyr lifted his sword and swung at the executioner, and the knight winced when he didn't even try to dodge. But somehow, he completely ignored the hit, instead he grabbed his hammer from his back. He then slowly swung it behind him, as if storing his energy. He then smashed forward, slamming the hammer into Logarius. He staggered back, but the executioner wasn't done. He swung the hammer back around and smashed down again, before shoving forward into like a battering ram, knocking the former executioner to his knees. With one last swing the man spun on his feet, using the hammer to keep up his momentum, before smashing Logarius in the chest.

The corpse of a man launched backwards, landing on his back. The executioner slowed himself and dodge back. He looked back at the knight, who was in complete shock, before bending over and grabbing the katana on the ground. He stood up, adjusted his glasses, and handed the sword out handle first to the knight.

"We're not done yet. Let's finish this corpse." He gestured for the knight to take the sword. Finally over their shock, they grabbed the hilt and nodded. Together they turned and looked toward the man as he climbed back to his feet. Both executioner and knight rushed toward him, The knight holding their weapon high, the executioner holding theirs low. When they reached him, he had just gotten to his feet. The knight struck first, slashing across his chest, and then stomach. The executioner came in next, swinging his weapon up, hitting them man in the jaw. With a loud crack, Logarius fell once again. And with fire in his eyes, the executioner slammed the hammer back down, caving in the man's chest.

And with one loud screech, the Martyr fell silent.

The knight watched as the executioner fell to one knee, into a praying stance. With eyes closed and hands clasped, he began to pray in a soft voice. The knight couldn't hear what he was saying, but they could take a guess as to its meaning.

He was honoring his master's soul.

When he finished, he crossed the corpse's arms and grabbed its weapons. He placed the scythe to its right and the sword on its left. Finally he took the crown from its head, unhooked its cloak, and draped it over its body. Then he spoke, "And in the end he held on to our beliefs, even if it left him in this twisted, unsightly form."

He turned to the knight, who had taken the crown from his side. He stuck his hand out to his side and bowed "While I'm sure we both know what we are, I won't attack someone who has just saved my life. My name is Navlaan, Executioner and Hunter of the Dream." He waited for the knight to respond in kind, but they simply turned and removed their helm.

Brown locks of hair fell as the knight lifted the helmet from their face. Their eyes were a deep hazel color, and their lips were set in a thin line. They were young, in their late twenties at most. They placed the crown on their head, and waited.

"My name is Latune." And that is all she said.

After a few moments, the wall beside them shimmered and a large portion of the castle, invisible before, suddenly appeared. With slightly jerky movements, Latune returned the crown on the ground, placed her katana in it sheath, and entered the building. She climbed the large set of stairs as quickly as she could and entered the throne room. She almost had to stop herself from running right up to the Queen, and deeply bowed as soon as she was a few feet in front of her.

She breathed heavily, overjoyed that finally her Queen was free. No longer would she be forced to remain in the throne room, commanding her servants from afar. As her breathing quieted, the Queen finally spoke, but not to her.

"Visitor, thou hast made it a last. Kneel before me, and listen to what I must say."

Latune stayed as she was, but she could sense as Navlaan grew near. He paused next to her, before getting on one knee and bowing. Latune smirked, and listened as the Queen spoke again.

"Thou hast honored thy master, and removed an obstacle in mine way. Mine knight has collected and brought me dregs of blood, and with them I hold the attention of a great one. I can finally giveth birth to a child of blood. But in mine time, with the insight I now posses, I have come across knowledge that has never been recorded in all of history. I have learned that with enough power, a surrogate mother of a great one may instead ask a simple request, but in exchange the surrogate will be absorbed entirely. I have come to care for mine knight, and I have come to think that she deserveth better than what this world has to offer. The great one I have communicated with, know as Moon Presence, has told me that thou ist a simple soul, and would be able to guide her. With help of Moon Presence, thou would be taken to a new world, a world with little interference from the great ones, and remain there."

Navlaan and Latune both looked up at her, shocked, before looking at each other. Latune then spoke, anger and fear easily heard in her voice. "Forgive me my Queen for speaking out of turn, but I am expected to go with this...this...this Executioner, to some new world!? and in the process lose you as well?! You have finally become free, and I will not...no...I cannot accept this!"

The Queen looked at her, before speaking in a low, dangerous tone, "Thee would do well to remember thine place, my knight! I am thine queen, and though I care for thee, this is not a request, Thou wilt obey mine command!"

Latune looked down, suddenly aware that she was standing. She slowly dropped to one knee again, and spoke in a much softer voice, "Apologies, my Queen, I let my emotions control me. I will do as you have asked, without question."

The Queen lowered in her chair, looking winded. "I had hopes thou would accept this willingly enough, but it seems that ist not the case." She turned her head to Navlaan, who looked stunned, "I knoweth also of thine relationship with those who reside in the dream. Moon Presence has allowed that you take the doll to this new world. But thine friend and mentor must remain. He is who summoned the dream, and he must remain in the dream."

Navlaan's expressions went from confusion to devastation. When he spoke, his voice was full of sadness and desperation, "There...There must be some way...some method of bringing them both! I can't simply leave him there, who else does he have but me and the doll..."

"I am sorry, but the great one simply cannot allow it."

Navlaan stared for several seconds, and then looked down. After a moment he looked back up, reluctant acceptance visible in his eyes, "As you wish, Annalise, Queen of Cainhurst."

The Queen looked at them both, before a small smile graced her lips, before she turned and spoke to Latune. "Thou hast served me well, but it is time for thine final challenge. Remain strong, as thou always has, and thee will go far." Suddenly she went stock still, and a lantern appeared before the two, and then she relaxed, "It is time for thee to go. Take this Lantern, and leave for the dream. When thou hast entered the garden of flowers and tombs, thou will be taken to the new world."

The two stood, and Latune approached the Queen directly. After several seconds of silence, Latune spoke.

"May I...?"

"...Of course."

And with that, Latune kneeled and wrapped her arms around the Queen, holding her tightly.

"Thank you...for everything..."

Latune than let go, backed away, and looked to Navlaan.

"Ready?" He asked.

"No."

And the two touched the lantern, leaving the throne room. Never to return.

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Boy, That was a doozy. Hello again Lads and Lasses, to the end of the chapter. Now, while I certainly enjoyed writing this, I can tell that it is not my best work, or that's how it seems to me. I really liked it, but I may go back to the end and fix that up. That was my main concern.

So, I have a question to pose to you guys. Where should they appear when they enter the RWBY universe? I've thought it over, and I just can't think of a place.

Anyway, With that out of the way. I have figured out an uploading schedule. Sundays, Tuesdays, Fridays, and some Saturdays if I am feeling up to it.

Well, with that being the end, I'll be seeing you guys. Bye!

(Edit: Not much here, I've already looked over it a bunch of times, so just a few grammatical mistakes.)