Hello once again my beautiful viewers! Welcome back to my humble ramblings!
WE ARE FINALLY IN REMNANT! It's been a long time coming (about 5 chapters or so, but who's counting), but I wanted to properly set up the world, and how the characters would react to the events around them.
Anyways, Welcome to Chapter 6 of Remnants of the Sea!
"Percy" means speech
'Jackson' means thought
*RWBY* means telepathy/illusions
A deep groan reverberated through the quiet noises of nature that filled the red forest surrounding Percy. The demigod lay face-down in the dirt, his muscles burning, and his face aching. Groaning once more, Percy pushed himself up into a crouch. Standing up on wobbly legs, he took a moment to stretch his sore muscles.
Looking at his surroundings, he came to the conclusion that he was, in fact, in a red forest. And not red as in, "Fall has come, and all the leaves have turned red", more of a "Every leaf looks like it can bleed" red. 'That's a new one.' he thought to himself. 'I wonder where that portal sent me.'.
With that thought, all of the memories of what happened at Camp came flooding back. With a gasp of pain, Percy grasped his head.
It felt like Hyperion was trying to erupt from his skull.
Doubling over in pain, Percy tried to keep himself from screaming out; the pounding in his head slowly, agonizingly slowly, faded.
After what felt like an eternity, the throbbing finally dissipated. Struggling back to his feet, Percy forced the images of Annabeth from his mind. Her last words, her broken figure, the life in her eyes fading, her- 'STOP IT!' Percy screamed internally, berating himself. 'Stop thinking about that!'.
Blinking rapidly to clear his eyes of tears, Percy looked at his surroundings once more. 'Okay… where am I?' looking intently around himself, Percy found nothing overly strange, other than the odd colour scheme. 'What do I do? What do I do?' Percy thought fervently, trying to distract himself from the thoughts plaguing his mind.
'I'm not going to accomplish much just standing around. Better get a move-on.' he thought to himself. Walking straight ahead, Percy began to push through the low hanging branches of the trees and the shrubberies impeding his sight.
Percy swatted away a particularly annoying bush… only to almost fall off a sharp cliff, the drop easily being high enough to kill him. Quickly regaining his balance, and stepping back from the ledge, Percy simply took in the view, the cliff side overlooking vast amounts of the forest. As he was scanning the horizon something… metallic caught his eye.
Squinting his eyes, he could vaguely make out an oval shape hovering above the trees.
As Percy continued to stare at the metallic object, it began to raise into the sky, until it suddenly shot forwards. As he watched it fly off, the sound of jet engines ripped through the calm, forest air. After watching the, assumed, jet fly off, Percy began to look around, hoping to find a safer way down the cliff than just jumping.
After some time Percy was able to scurry down a side of the cliff that wasn't nearly as steep as the side he had just about fell off, acquiring no small amount of scrapes after he fell down the last twenty feet, or so.
Standing back on his feet, and brushing off the small rocks embedded in his skin, Percy began to make his way in the direction of where he thought the aircraft had been. Oddly, the brush and shrubs were much thinner down here. Weird.
As he walked onwards, he was repeatedly attacked by more of the strange shadow creatures that had assaulted the Camp. It was kind of strange to Percy, these creatures would charge in, with no regard for their life, as long as they killed him. None of them got past the blade of Riptide.
Percy was oddly curious of these creatures, despite his intense hatred for what they had done. They dissolved like Greek monsters, though these turned into ashes instead of gold dust, but they did seemed attracted to him due to his demigod smell. The weird thing was that these creatures didn't seem to learn anything; they would charge him with no plan, despite watching their pack-mates be cut down before them. Hellhounds were leagues more dangerous than these wolves, hellhounds would try to swarm someone: attacking simultaneously, predicting basic attacks, moving out of the way of attacks, and knowing when they were outmatched. These would simply try to overwhelm you, fighting to the last one. 'They only did so much damage at camp because no one was expecting an attack. Everyone was partying.'.
Shaking himself out of his musings, Percy put his sword, now pen, back into his pocket, the disintegrating corpses of several wolves surrounding him. Continuing forward Percy began to wonder, 'What do I do if I can't get back? This place is definitely not in the mortal world…'. His thoughts were interrupted by a fierce roar in the distance.
Deciding to check it out Percy began to jog in the direction of the roar, figuring it might be worth looking into. After a minute of jogging, Percy began to hear the faint sounds of fighting; a clang, a swish of a blade, the impact of a large animal hitting the ground. Breaking into a sprint, Percy began to see what looked like a clearing up ahead.
Bursting through the bushes, Percy was faced with the sight of one of those giant shadow bears bringing one of its massive paws down on an armour-clad teenager.
Percy's battle senses kicked in, almost like flicking a switch, noticing many tiny details about the battlefield. There was another, larger, teen who lay cowering on the ground with what looked like pink dye splashed on the front of his chest-plate. Two other teens stood off to his right across the clearing just outside the edge of the bushes. They were both female; one was dressed in all white with snow-white hair. The other was dressed in the red and gold colour-scheme of a Spartan warrior; in her hand was a red and gold xiphos, along with a Greek hoplite shield. The white-clad girl carried what looked like a steel rapier, the hilt being oddly bulky, and containing several different coloured substances.
Disregarding the two female teens, Percy focused back on the guy facing down the bear. As the knight charged in, the bear swung its arm down at the boy. 'His shield isn't up high enough! He's gonna get his head taken off!' Percy thought, his mind racing to help the boy.
Drawing his pen, Percy was about to run to the teen's aid, when his shield suddenly moved up to block the paw, sparks flying, and falling into a crouch. Jumping up, the teen swiftly decapitated the bear, its head flying. Percy faintly noticed the spartan girl lower her arm. Putting Riptide back in his pocket, but not letting go, Percy warily began to approach the group.
Only after the knight helped the cowering boy up, and threatening him, did anyone notice Percy. The boy who had been cowering picked up what looked like a mace that had been tossed across the clearing, and promptly ran off past the girls standing at the edge of the clearing.
The white-clad girl immediately put her hand on her rapier, though she didn't draw it, as did many of the other teenagers. "Hello there." Percy said as calmly as possible, not wanting to fight off several armed, and possibly trained, teenagers. "Could one of you help me? I kinda got lost, and ended up here. Can one of you tell me where I am?".
After exchanging a few (shocked?) glances at one another, the white-clad girl spoke up, "Ummm, who are you? And how did you get lost out here?". She spoke in a tone that radiated an air of superiority. Percy was reminded of how Jason, Piper, and Leo described their time in Canada, and their encounter with Khione. He still got cold every now and then from her freezing him. "How are you even alive? You don't have any weapon, and you are definitely too young to be a hunter, so who are you?!" Snow-girl ranted at him.
Percy's left eye twitched slightly in annoyance. He had just asked a simple question, and he was being screamed at. "Okay, look Ice Queen. I didn't do anything wrong, and I certainly don't have to answer your questions." Percy said in an scathing tone.
Taking a second to recompose himself, and ignoring the exasperated "Why does everyone call me that?" from Snow-girl, Percy asked the others, "Now can someone please tell me where I am?".
A faint giggling drew his attention, as Percy finally noticed a girl in a black skirt with red accents, black combat boots, a red cloak, and wielding a red and black scythe, standing behind the spartan girl. Her outfit made her seem to melt in with the surrounding forest, probably the reason he hadn't noticed her before. She was laughing at Snow-girl, who walked by her, grumbling for her to be quiet, before stalking off. The cloaked girl was noticeably younger than everyone else in the clearing, possibly by a year or two, and was easily the shortest. She almost reminded him of Bianca, in a way. Someone who seemed to hold a great deal of responsibility, despite being so young.
Turning back to the others, who watched him warily, he asked "Please? Anyone?".
The red-headed spartan girl shook her head, almost as if coming out of a trance, and spoke respectfully, "You're in the Forever Fall Forest." hesitantly, she asked "How long have you been out here?".
"Not too long. Only about a couple of days." Percy replied. 'It's probably best not to tell them the truth. I have no idea who they are, and if they can be trusted.' Percy thought to himself. Stepping forward slowly, as to not threaten the armed teens, he extended his hand, saying "I'm Percy. Percy Jackson.".
Slowly relaxing, the spartan girl stepped forwards and shook his outstretched hand, replying "Hello. I'm Pyrrha. This is my partner Jaune, and the girl who just stormed off was Weiss.". Percy replied by bowing his head slightly, acknowledging her statement.
'Her "partner"?', he thought, 'Is she this guys' boyfriend, or is that just some sort of title?'. Percy pondered to himself. 'Okay. I have never heard of the "Forever Fall Forest" in my life, so either these guys are lying, I don't get out enough, or I'm not on earth. Hopefully it's just the middle one.' Percy pleaded to himself.
Hearing many gears turning, and some other mechanical sounds, Percy's attention was drawn yet again to the red cloaked girl. Her scythe had compacted itself into the size of a small briefcase! The fact didn't surprise him nearly as much as it should. Hell, he'd seen the rebuilt Festus (courtesy of Leo) compact itself into a suitcase. However, these people probable didn't have magic used to enchant items like his pen-sword, and Thalia's mace canister-spear.
As the cloaked girl approached, Percy noticed something that he had only seen on one other person, 'Well, goddess, but whatever.'. This girl, noticeably younger than her companions, and obviously skilled with weapons, as she was wielding a scythe, had silver eyes. The scythe thing threw him off, but hey, everybody gets bored with their weapon from time to time. 'Especially if she's been using a bow and arrow for thousands of years.' Percy shuddered at the memories of his horrid use of the weapon.
Stepping towards the cloaked girl slightly, Percy kneeled, bowing his head. "Greetings, Lady Artemis.". He half expected for her to let out a sigh of annoyance at being addressed by a male, despite her respecting him slightly, but only heard a startled "eep!" from the girl.
Suddenly, Percy snapped his head back up when he heard several people crash through the bushes. Quickly rising to his feet, he scanned the clearing. Looking towards the source of the noise, Percy froze. His face paled to the point where if anyone were to look at him, who didn't know how he looked before, would have assumed that he was a corpse. His body began to shake, and Percy began to hyperventilate.
The people who had just barged into the clearing were all unique in the sense that they had strange colour schemes, and odd weapons. There was a woman who looked to be in her early forties, and carried a riding crop; there was another teenager who was dressed in black with a black bow atop her head. She held a black sword that had… a pistol for a hilt? The Snow-girl, Weiss, was with them. There was also a boy, dressed in green with black hair; he held two green pistols with large blades coming down from the barrels. There was also a pink-haired girl who held a giant hammer. She looked disappointed that there wasn't anything left to fight.
Percy didn't register any of that, however. He was staring fearfully at the last member of their group. There, stood a girl wearing a brown leather jacket. Her hair cascaded down her back in princess curls. The hair itself was a bright, golden blonde, reflecting the sun beautifully. There was what appeared to be golden gauntlets on both of her hands.
For a brief moment, their eyes locked. Percy vaguely noted her eyes were lilac, not storm-grey, but those thought were promptly buried underneath grief-fuelled terror. Images of their time spent in Tartarus flooded his mind: fighting off the arai, drinking the flaming water of the Phlegethon, and having to watch as Annabeth stumbled around blind and confused. The memories of the nightmares he had began to torment him once more, clouding his mind, and filling it with one simple thought: kill this demon!
Stumbling backwards, Percy began shouting, screaming "NO! YOU'RE NOT HER! YOU'RE NOT HER! YOU'RE NOT HER!".
-Yang POV-
Blake, Nora, Ren, and I had just gotten Professor Goodwitch and we had just come through the brush into the clearing that team CRDL had pointed us to, before running away. Breaking past the last of the shrubs surrounding the clearing, we were met with the sight of Ruby, Jaune, and Pyrrha standing around another teenager. On our way back, we had run into Cardin, who was insistent that he get back to his team, as well as Weiss, who decided to tag along with us.
When we first came into the clearing, it looked as if the boy was kneeling at Ruby's feet, Ruby herself looking rather flustered and embarrassed. My big sister instincts kicked in, and I began to make my way over to the unknown teen immediately. He seemed well built, but not overly muscular. He had what I would call a swimmer's body. His raven black hair was wild and messy. His skin was tanned, but again, not overly so. The strangest thing about him though, was that he didn't seem to have a weapon. I thought he was a fellow student when I first saw him, but taking a closer look showed I had never seen him before.
When he heard us enter the clearing, his head snapped upwards. He quickly stood from his kneeling position, and I could see his eyes briefly scan our group, giving me the feeling that he was sizing us up, until his eyes eventually rested on me. Even from a relatively safe distance, I could clearly see all the colour drain from his face. 'He turned paler than Weiss!' I thought with a small chuckle. Walking forwards, I opened my mouth to say something to the boy, when he suddenly began to shout and scream. At me! 'What did I do?'.
"NO! YOU'RE NOT HER! YOU'RE NOT HER! YOU'RE NOT HER!" he screamed. He stumbled backwards attempting to flee from me. Ruby jumped back, clearly already on edge from his previous action, as did Pyrrha. Jaune stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet, and scurrying away, towards the others. Ruby drew Crescent Rose, and Pyrrha put her hand on her sword, ready to draw it at a moments notice.
Stepping forwards, I raised my hands in a placating manner, saying "Look buddy, I don't know who you think I am, but I've never seen you before in my life. Now, why don't you calm down, and we can talk this out?". My words fell on deaf ears as he continued to mutter desperately to himself. Lowering his head, he began to hold it in between his hands, looking as if he was trying to keep his head from splitting apart.
Looking back at the rest of my group, Ren and Nora were clearly as unnerved as I was, whilst Weiss had a slightly fearful look on her face. Looking to Ms. Goodwitch, she was also clearly surprised at his outburst, but was ready to restrain the teen if need be. Looking back to the boy, he had finally seemed to regain some sense of composure again.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out what looked like a cheap, ballpoint pen. 'Oh great. He's going to try and shank me with a pen.'. Rolling my eyes, I simply cocked Ember Celica, loading another fire-dust round into its chamber.
My eyes widened to the size of pizza pans when his tiny pen grew into a three foot-long sword. "You will not torment me with her face!", he screamed. Rushing forwards at a speed I was barely able to avoid, he swung his sword at my head. Ducking and rolling away from his swift attempts to gut me, I managed to put some distance between me and the psychotic teen. I stood from my crouch and fired off two dust rounds; each one flew in a spiral pattern through the air, both making a whirring noise, and leaving a faint trail of smoke.
'He was lucky he didn't cut my hair, or else he wouldn't be leaving here in one piece.'. Right as I thought that the rounds were going to impact and explode, the boy grabbed the first one out of the air, spun with its momentum, and threw it back at me! The second round he slashed at, cutting it in half, and sending both pieces flying past him, exploding somewhere off in the distance. Unable to comprehend the speed of his reflexes, I was unable to react to the round coming straight at me.
Just as my own shot would have struck me, a blur of rose petals clouded my vision. When I could finally see again, I saw that Ruby had carried me away, and out of the path of the dust round. Looking back to where I once was, I was greeted by the sight of a raging teen speeding towards us intent on skewering me.
Pushing Ruby away, I tried to punch the blade away, but was only met with it hitting me somewhere else on my body. No matter what I did, I couldn't seem to slow the onslaught of strikes raining down from the teen before me. His eyes were literally glowing sea-green! Feeling my Semblance begin to power up, I just continued to try and hit this guy. My strikes were getting stronger and stronger, but that doesn't help when I can't even land a single punch.
Firing a round at the guy's feet, the dude managed to jump back and away, further propelled by the resulting explosion. Not letting him have the chance to regain his bearings, I rushed forward, intent on ending this fight now, only to be met with my legs being swept from beneath me. Tumbling head over heels, I landed on my back, facing upwards. Looking up from my new position on the ground, I saw that he was preparing to stab the blade of his sword directly into my head!
As he stabbed down, I began to roll out of the way, but thankfully, team JNPR, along with the rest of my team, had finally regained their senses, and rushed him. Blake managed to snag his sword arm with the ribbon on Gambol Shroud, Weiss was using a glyph to slow him down, Ruby was shooting at him with lightning Dust, Nora was smiling gleefully as she rushed forwards, intent on smashing him with her hammer, Pyrrha, who was looking confused, had drawn her sword and was running to engage him.
With the sudden onslaught of attacks, the teen was forced back. Blake managing to wrench the sword from his hands, and the shots from Ruby sending him flying back, striking his shoulders and shin, and out of Weiss' glyph. Ren, who had rushed in with Pyrrha and Jaune, lowered himself into a crouch and placed his hand on the ground. Closing his eyes, he began to concentrate on… something.
Looking back to Ms. Goodwitch, she had raised her riding crop, and was prepared to fight the teen as well, but had yet to attack. She watched warily to determine whether or not if we could handle this ourselves. 'Of course she wants to test us.' I thought, rolling my eyes.
Concentrating back on the, now besieged, teen, he began to slow down. It looked like the colour of his skin and clothes were beginning to turn grey. Shaking his head, as if to shake out any thoughts, he looked back up to me. His eyes began to burn again, and he reached into his pocket. Ren gasped, and nearly collapsed, a pained look on his face. My attention was drawn back to the guy trying to kill me as he pulled… another pen out of his pocket.
Flicking the cap off it, the pen grew once more into a three foot-long sword. 'Does this kid just have an entire pocket of these?' I thought to myself. Blake seemed to be similarly shocked, as she looked back to where his sword lay on the ground, only to find it missing. I didn't have the time to ponder this much longer, as he rushed me yet again. This time, however, he was met with a sweeping slash from Crescent Rose, which he jumped over, doing a flip in the process, Nora attempting to crush him with Magnhild, which he was able to deflect just enough to miss him, before kicking her away, Weiss pushing him back with wind Dust, and Pyrrha clashing swords with him.
The two of them were locked in a deadly stalemate. Pyrrha, with all her skill, was just barely able to hold her own against the swordplay of this mysterious teen. Her acrobatic fighting style allowing her to parry and dodge his strikes, but she was unable to retaliate much due to his insane speed and recovery time. I was shocked to see that he was able to not only hold his own against, and might even be able to beat, the Invincible Girl, but slowly chip away at Pyrrha's Aura; a punch here, a jab there, a small slash here, it was dumbfounding!
The teen, for all his ferocity, wasn't impenetrable though. Whenever Pyrrha was able to land a hit, it would cut deep into his skin. 'Does he not have any Aura left? How can he fight without any Aura?'.
No one dared to shoot at him, or move to engage, fearing for accidentally hurting Pyrrha in the process. That is, until Ruby shouted out, "Weiss! Stun him with some Dust, and I'll take him down with Crescent Rose!". Weiss nodded her head and spun the dust chamber on the hilt of Myrtenaster. Landing on one that she deemed fit, Weiss pointed her rapier at the two combatants. "Pyrrha! Move!" Ruby shouted. Seemingly understanding, Pyrrha jumped back, propelling herself away with a kick to the teen's chest. Stumbling back, and slightly stunned, the teen was now by himself. Weiss pulled the trigger on Myrtenaster, firing off a torrent of water at the teen.
He was quickly engulfed by the water, and was pushed back several meters. As Weiss stopped the attack, Ruby shot several more lightning rounds at the boy, all of which hit him in the chest.
Dropping to the ground, the boy fell forward into the, now, muddy ground. Ms. Goodwitch slowly approached the boy to see if he was even still alive. As she went to check his pulse, the boy gasped, Ms. Goodwitch moving back slightly. As he continued to twitch and spasm on the ground, Ms. Goodwitch pointed her riding crop at the boy. "State your name, and why you attacked my students!" Ms. Goodwitch firmly commanded.
"Uhh, ma'am? I don't think he is any shape to answer-", my statement was cut off by the loud groans of the boy as he forced himself to stand, a few of his muscles still twitching. 'How can he get up? He shouldn't be conscious, let alone be able to stand!' I thought in shock.
Shaking off her momentary shock, Ms. Goodwitch demanded, "Give up now, or I'll have no choice but to make you!". The teen just straightened himself out. As he began clenching and unclenching his fist, Ms. Goodwitch prepared to contain him with her Semblance.
A sudden torrent off water exploded from the ground, the mud drying in an instant, and knocking away Ms. Goodwitch before encapsulating the teen. Ruby, Ren, Blake, and Nora, already on edge from the fight, all immediately began firing at the water orb protecting the teen. No matter what, nothing got through. The bullets would simply bounce off, whilst Nora's grenades would just explode on the surface of the water orb. Not even Ruby's sniper rifle could get through!
After several seconds, everyone stopped firing. Nora was the first to move in. Bringing Magnhild down on the water orb, Nora was violently thrown back when the orb exploded outwards. The water didn't dissipate though; we were left looking in awe as the water slowly flowed through the air in small streams, seemingly unaffected by gravity.
In the middle of where the orb had sat, stood the teen. All the cuts on his arms and legs were gone, and he was no longer twitching. In his hand was his sword. His clothes were completely dry, and his eyes were glowing with power.
After she landed rather roughly on the ground, Ren rushed over to Nora, shouting her name. Faster than I could blink, tendrils of water shot towards us. Weiss was knocked away, whilst Blake narrowly dodged the first, but was batted away by a second tendril. Ruby managed to evade the water tendrils due to her Semblance, but I could tell she was struggling. Jaune was thrown to the side by one, but Pyrrha was doing her best to dodge the dangerous strikes.
The teen slowly approached me, his eyes glowing, and his sword at the ready. I raised my fists in defiance. I was not about to lose to some random punk in the forest! I tried firing several Dust rounds at him, but the water would simply shoot out and swat it away. As two tendrils came down, intent on impaling me, I shot forward, propelling myself with blasts from Ember Celica. I went to punch him in the side of the head, when I suddenly just stopped.
I couldn't move if my life depended on it. And coincidentally, it just so happens, it does. No matter how much I struggled and strained, my body wouldn't move an inch. Focusing my eyes back on the teen before me, I watched his hand, outstretched towards me, begin to clench into a fist. Pain coursed through my body. It felt as if it was trying to tear itself apart from the inside out! I couldn't help but let out a few pained cries.
Clenching my eyes shut, I struggled to simply breathe. The pain was making anything and everything impossible to concentrate on. My Aura pulsed and burned randomly, trying to heal me from my own body. As I struggled to open my eyes, I saw him raise his sword above me. Beginning to black out from the pain, I could only hear the muffled voices of my friends, all shouting something.
I was very abruptly, and very roughly, dropped to the ground, my mind in control of my body, once again. The pain still lingered, but it was significantly dulled. I was aching all over, like after Dad would beat the crap out of me in training. I looked up to see that the teen had been pushed several meters back by Ms. Goodwitch's Semblance. As she rushed towards him, several tendrils flung themselves at her. By a combination of her quick, huntress reflexes, and her Semblance slowing them, Ms. Goodwitch managed to evade every single blow thrown her way. Rushing up towards the teen, he went to strike her, but was unable to do so, on account of his arm being held in Ms. Goodwitch's Semblance. He began to struggle violently, but froze when Ms. Goodwitch placed her hand on the side of his head.
There was a bright flash of white light, and he fell to the ground. All at once, the water that had been floating around, or trying to kill us, fell to the ground. It seeped into the soil, and disappeared. Ruby and Pyrrha were left panting, whilst Weiss and Blake began to slowly get back up. Jaune simply continued to lay on the ground, groaning.
Even Ms. Goodwitch looked slightly winded!
"Children," she began, "could you please gather the other students? This trip is over.". Though her sentence was worded as a question, she spoke in a no-nonsense tone. Ren, who had yet to leave Nora's side, made his way over to us. After Nora assured him for the millionth time that she was okay, though she didn't seem to mind the attention, he ran off with Blake to round up the other students. Pulling out her scroll, Ms. Goodwitch called the Bullhead pilot, telling him to return and pick them up from the clearing.
"Are you okay, Miss Xiao Long? He seemed to take an… interest in you during your fight." Ms. Goodwitch asked. I simply nodded my head and stared at the unmoving body of the teen on the ground.
"What happened to him? We were talking with him before you guys arrived, then he just freaked out!" Ruby said. "He seemed kinda normal, but he didn't seem violent at all. And what is with that sword of his? How can a pen turn into a sword? He would have to be magic!" Ruby continued to rant, asking questions that no one knew the answers to.
Blake, who had made her way over to us, spoke up, "Speaking of his sword, how could it disappear and reappear in his pocket? I disarmed him, and tossed his sword across the clearing, so he couldn't get it back, and I could still fight. Then he just reaches into his pocket, and POOF! There it is!". I was surprised; Blake didn't usually get this flustered about anything. Though, she did bring up a good point.
Looking back to the teen, I saw that, once again, his sword had vanished. Curious, I began to walk over to the unconscious form of the boy. I reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pen. It didn't look all that special; it was simply a cheap ballpoint pen. As I went to uncap the pen, Ms. Goodwitch spoke up, "I do not think that wise, Miss Xiao Long. We do not know anything about that blade, or how it will react if used by someone other than him." Ms. Goodwitch said, gesturing to the boy. "I will take it back to the school.", she stretched out her hand, which I placed the pen in.
"Ms. Goodwitch? What did you do to him? He looked like he could have still kept fighting, even against you." Ruby piped up.
"I simply channeled some of my Aura into my hand. When I touched the side of his head, I used that Aura to render him unconscious. He should stay like that for at least several hours.", she explained. Everyone in the clearing breathed out a sigh of relief. No one wanted to fight him again.
"He should be thrown in jail as soon as we get back.", Weiss muttered to herself.
"Weiss! He's not a criminal! He could just have some mental issues, is all." Ruby scolded.
"He tried to kill us! That should be reason enough to lock him up!", Weiss argued back.
"Well, yeah… but." Ruby trailed off, not able to come up with a rebuttal.
"Until we find out who he is, and if he is a threat to others, he will be detained at the Vale, Police Station." Ms. Goodwitch stated firmly. Her statement ended the squabbling between the two partners.
"There's one thing I don't get though. Who is Artemis, and why did he think Ruby was them?" Pyrrha spoke up. Now that I thought back to it, he had been kneeling at Ruby's feet when we had arrived. And even during the fight, he hadn't really attacked her until after his crazy water-tendril thing started trying to knock away everybody.
My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the Bullhead. Its engines screaming as it slowly touched down on the clearing ground. It was around this point that Ren returned with the other students, many of which having simply followed the aircraft to the clearing.
As Ms. Goodwitch ushered us all onto the Bullhead, she used her Semblance to separate the seatbelts from several empty seats. She then guided them over to the boy and proceeded to bind him. It almost seemed as if he was in a straight jacket.
Buckling myself in, I felt the aircraft lurch as it began to ascend into the sky. As we slowly began to make our way back to Beacon, I couldn't help but shift my gaze from the trees zooming by, to the teen that lay bundled in seatbelts on the floor, in front of Ms. Goodwitch. Many thoughts floated around my, by now, tired head.
The most prominent of which being, 'Who is this guy, and why did he attack us?'.
CUT! That's a wrap people!
Well, that was… eventful.
I'm sorry that this took so long, but I have been extremely busy with my work, my sports, and with school finals coming up, I haven't had time to work much on this. Whenever I did have time, I would be too distracted, or something would come up, to actually write anything good.
This would have been out sooner, but I probably rewrote this chapter three times. Every time I would finish, I would read it over a few times for mistakes (grammar and spelling), check sentence flow, and just to make sure that everything made sense. However, whenever I did this, I would come across something that I hated, and I would just scrape the whole thing!
I would just like to briefly address Percy's behaviour in this chapter. I know that is my seem OOC of him, but think about it. He just watched dozens of his fellow camp mates die brutal deaths, along with his beloved girlfriend/best friend (of 6-7 years). He is bound to have a little PTSD, and be a little crazy. Not even mentioning the fact that this is after the events of HoO, where he literally went to hell (well, super-hell) and back. He is bound to have some mental scars from that. Regardless, I just wanted to explain myself a little bit here, in case anyone was confused.
Anyway. Thank you, everybody, who has stayed with me on this journey. I will try to get the next chapter out quicker, but I can't promise anything (due to the aforementioned reasons). But, hey! I did get it out in less than a month!
Regardless of my ineptitude, thank you for reading my story. I am blown away at the response I have gotten from this story; my first one at that. Being that it was such a small community to start with, and my lack of confidence in my writing skills, I didn't think that I would gain this big of a following!
I am grateful to everyone who has followed, favourited, and reviewed this story. You guys are amazing!
Did you enjoy the story? Favourite and follow it (I mean, if you want) so that you know when I eventually update. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, feel free to PM me, or to leave a review. All feedback, as long as it is not flames, is welcome. If you do flame me, I reserve the right to laugh at you for doing so. Seriously, some comments I have read on other peoples' stories are so idiotic, I cant help but laugh at them.
This is Canadian Admiral, signing off… for now.