Down the road, Ruby, travelling with Drago, was balancing herself along a log, humming a happy little tune. Drago smiled to himself as he seemed to enjoy Ruby in a good mood. "What's that song?" She hopped down, tap dancing towards Drago. "It's called "Good Morning To You"...

She tapped across him from behind. "Because I'm a morning person..." And then the other side, but in front of him. "Fifty percent of the time."

While watching her, Drago noticed that he had never met someone like Ruby before. Thinking about helping a friend find a killer wolf, and realizing it had been a while since he had a good adventure... wait. That's it. Adventure!

He started bopping his head to a song that popped in his head. He muttered the lyrics to himself but getting in a better mood, he sang out loud while walking in rhythm. It, too, was a happy little tune.

Ruby wondered what had gotten into him all of a sudden. Drago looked at her while singing the song, encouraging her to sing as well. Ruby never questioned a good mood, especially if it was contagious. She copied his movements and walked down the road like a bunch of dorks.

...

"This is a first." Gawain thought out loud.

Perci agreed. "I'm sure the Huntsman in him connected with her in some-"

"How could you say that?" Interrupted Morgan. The slight echo was heard in the Judging Chamber. She continued. "We know where her allegiance lies. It's a common belief. The Huntsmen are planning on taking over."

"But is that where her allegiance lies?" Asked Perci, trying to get back to her point. "Have you seen Ruby? She seemed like she had the most non-fighter personality."

"Don't be sure, honey." Said Morgan a bit calmer. "She may not know what being a Huntress is like entirely, but she definitely thinks like one. If she views being a Huntress as the greatest thing ever, then I fear her "non-fighter" personality will cloud Pendragon's judgement. He had to deal with Beacon students before, I won't let him go through that again."

The twins looked at her. "This is about your son?" Asked Perci. "Because Drago is not the reason for your hatred towards them." Morgan clenched her fists and stared at them with hateful eyes. "If you ever mention Galmoore to me that way again..." A tear leaked out, but she quickly shut her eyes. "If you'll excuse me..." She turned and left. The twins looked at each other in concern.

...

Deep inside what was once a King's court is now a dark and empty room. "I need you, Raa ... I need you to help me bear my grief. A Mother's loss is never..." She opened her eyes and the room appeared to be almost a heavenly palace, with light shining brightly. From out of a pillar of light, something walked towards her: A Grimm. But he was all red, from his tail, to his hair that hung down, to his long horns. The only thing that wasn't red was his face, which itself had the red markings of the Grimm.

"Child, I cannot bring the child back. But for you, I can right the wrong. You need only ask, child."

"I, uh... I know what I want is attainable. The Huntsmen killed my son. So I wish on of their's to be dead."

"I am aware a Huntress has come. All she cares about is the baby murderer. Hahahaha... so then, it takes one to kill one. Warg!"

The Wolf with the Red eye appeared by his side. "You have a friend... who's dying to see you again." The Wolf howled at the ceiling. Dozens of Snowy Owls, all with Grimm markings, flew upwards towards an open shaft, the moonlight making the heavenly appearance vanish, as it is an illusion. The Wolf took off for the exit.

Morgan sighed in relief. "I will sleep lighter tonight." She turned towards the exit as well. "Morgan..." She stopped. "I have told you before that your Faunus conflicts mean nothing to me. You have promised the secret of my existence for your favors... and when its time for the Cursed Twilight... there will be no more favors." Morgan nodded her head and continued.

The Grimm turned and relaxed in a pool and looked up... "99 down, 1 to go..." at dead babies floating in mid-air, while soaking in a pool of their own blood. He grinned at his near success.

...

Drago returned with a piece of wood he found in the forest. Ruby didn't look very impressed at it. "I don't think that's enough to get a fire going for tonight."

Drago raised a finger. "You forget. I was once a Huntsman from Beacon. He threw the wood into the air and pulled out his sword. On command, the sword lit on fire and a SLASH split the wood in four pieces... and landed in campfire position. And it was already roaring. Drago put his sword back into his scabbard.

Okay, I take it back. Ruby was very impressed. "Um... may I take a look at your sword?"

"Oh, sure." As he pulled it out, Ruby tackled him and eyed the sword, holding it in her hand. Stars were in her eyes. "My goodness, it's pretty light but the swing feels so strong, where's the fire button?"

"Ruby!" She noticed they were in a weird position. "Ah, sorry!" Ruby jumped off, flushing red. "It's just... it's been a while since I geeked out over a new kind of weapons. It feels... nice." She handed it back to him. "Again, sorry about all that. Where did you get it?"

"I made it actually, and I call it Dragon's Heart." Ruby looked on, impressed. "You... made... it?"

"Oh yeah. That was my family legacy, weapon making. Well, at least locally anyway."

"Seriously... you are like the most talented person ever! No doubt you'd make a great Hu-" She cut herself off before she could say the word. She turned from him, fearing his reaction would be negative. However, he responded "That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me." Ruby, still feeling a little guilty, felt a little happy to hear that. "You know, it's warmer over here." She looked at him. He was inviting her to sit closer to him by the fire, and she did.

"Hey, Ruby? I want to know... and I promise this subject won't offend me. What inspired you to become a Huntsman?"

"My Mom and Dad would tell me stories about the Huntsmen, slaying Grimm and fighting for their Kingdoms, and even my Uncle Qrow would go into details during his visits. It wasn't too long after I learned that they were Huntsmen themselves. I suppose that helped in a big way. But honestly I do understand why you disagree with some of our beliefs. I'm actually starting to question it myself. My life of adventure turned out to be quite different from I planned for it to be."

She continued. "But I know that the people I fight for and with believe in the same cause that you do. That I do believe in fighting for the things we love. I just never thought I would have to be a leader for so many people, including myself. You know, after I find this Wolf and kill him, I'm going to have to go back to Mistral. I'm here on a mission, but that mission somehow distracted me from my training to be that leader."

Drago touched her shoulder. "You certainly know how to tell a story." Ruby looked at him and smiled. She then looked up and saw an Owl just sitting on a branch. An Owl?

She jumped onto her feet. "What is it?" He got up as well. More Owls circled around them, landing on nearby trees. A red dot stood out in the darkness. Lightning flashed behind it, briefly revealing the White Wolf, Warg. Ruby swung the Crescent Moon into battle position. Charging for him as Rose pedals before breaking out into her Human form, she jumped towards the darkness. A lightning flash revealed Warg jumping towards her with jaws open and moving outwards like a Shark's. Ruby swung her scythe as Warg grabbed the safe edge with his teeth. He pulled it towards him and grabbed the handle. Red veins surrounded the Crescent Moon and held it mid-air.

He confronted her. "I have nothing against you, little red. You're just another obstacle is all."

"Who are you?! What did you do with that baby?! And how do you have a semblance if you are a Wolf? For that matter how can you even talk?"

Warg chuckled. "Grimm blood is full of secrets... and unlimited potential." Ruby just looked more confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Ruby, your journey here is a lost cause. You're not going to get what you want. I'm sorry you're too foolish to see otherwise." Warg fired red arrows from his eyes which were being followed by mist. She dodged the arrows but the veins holding the Crescent Moon aided them. They struck her down, stabbing her briefly before Drago sliced off the veins with his sword, freeing the Crescent Moon. He tossed it to Ruby.

The Owls, furious, flew down towards Drago, talons extending. They attacked him to keep him from intervening. Drago fought back but was not as good a fighter as Ruby. She swung her Scythe to destroy the arrows and veins coming at her, which just kept on coming. Warg just circled her as his powers did the work. Finding a free opening, Ruby charged at him and swung the scythe, but veins shot out from his eye and grabbed the blade. He tackled her and tried sinking his teeth past the Crescent Moon which Ruby managed to use to distance herself from him.

Drago held off as many of the Owls as he could, but Warg saw his chance. He once again pulled the Crescent Moon from her hand, and this time swung into Drago's shoulder. He fell to his knees. Upon seeing this, Ruby did not hesitate to try and pull it out, but it only made it worse for Drago and stopped immediately. Warg saw his chance. "How is it that it's me you want, and yet he's the one who gets your attention, Hm? He's not worthy of your friendship."

Ruby saw Dragon's Heart laying on the ground. She tries reaching for it, but Warg pins her head to the ground with his paw. His jaws moves towards her... and Ruby delivers a fatal blow with Drago's sword, flames and all. Warg falls to the ground. "He was right... you are... a murderer." And his last breath leaves him. The remaining Owls fly away in retreat.

Ruby pulls Drago onto her lap. The Crescent Moon was in deep. Or so she thought, as Drago just pulled the tip right out. "Huh, wha...?"

"Good thing about Wolves, their mouths are not good at throwing." However, he groaned in pain. "Just take it easy. It'll be fine. I'm going to look after you..."

To Be Continued...