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Welcome to Beacon Academy: Part II

Ozpin's office was silent. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Tyrell looked at the Headmaster from behind his helmet's visor with confusion. Ozpin starred back into Tyrell's black visor, waiting for an answer. Glynda had a look that seemed to be a mixture of confusion, anger, and a slight hint of fear.

"You wish to employ me? Here at your own academy?" Tyrell asked, and thus breaking the silence.

"Yes. You have proven yourself to Qrow through your combat against the Grimm, and you are in need of help for your village. To gain Qrow's respect is very hard to attain, and to of killed two powerful Grimm in less than two days is quite an accomplishment, if I do say so myself." Ozpin said as he took a sip from his Beacon mug.

"But Ozpin, I have never taught anyone before, let alone a whole class." Tyrell stated.

"You will not be teaching anyone actually, but rather you will be assisting the staff of Beacon in their own classes. Since you are well trained in combat I am afraid that there is nothing that you could offer the students with a class of your own. Glynda here is already the teacher of the Combat classes here at Beacon." Ozpin said as he gestured in Glynda's direction.

Tyrell took a deep sigh and then responded, "I may be a skilled knight in combat Ozpin, but wouldn't I be a tad too young to be working at an academy such as this, teacher or assistant?"

"Well, how old are you Tyrell? If you do not mind me asking." Ozpin said.

"Not at all, I am currently twenty years old." Tyrell answered.

"Well that seems an appropriate age to at least assist a teacher. Wouldn't you agree Glynda?" Ozpin asked as he looked at his assistant and lifelong friend.

Glynda was silent for a few moments as she thought of her response. Then, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, she responded, "I… suppose that age is acceptable to assist a teacher, but I find him still a little too young."

Shrugging off Glynda's last remark, Ozpin said, "See? Your age is fine to be working here, and you have more than enough combat skill."

"May I ask you a question Ozpin?" Tyrell asked.

"You may." Ozpin responded.

"Why not enroll me here instead as a student here at your academy?" Tyrell asked.

"As I said, you have more than enough combat skills by yourself, and I feel that you would outshine our first and even our second year students. Also, the starting age of a first year student is seventeen, and you are three years ahead of that age." Ozpin answered.

"I see." Tyrell said understanding.

"Another thing Tyrell, you would be paid for this job and will be provided a room to live in as long as you work for Beacon, and this could help you in the future with your village." Ozpin added.

'This offer is valuable, but what of my Lord? How would he react if he found out that I might work for this man?' Tyrell thought to himself. 'However… to have a position such as this will allow me not only to gather more information for my Lord, but I will also have a place to stay until my Lord arrives.'

Coming to a decision Tyrell said, "I accept your offer Ozpin." This drew a small smile form the man in front of Tyrell. Glynda, however, frowned and a look of worry filled her eyes that Tyrell saw.

"You made a good decision Tyrell. I think that you will find working at Beacon will provide a… unique experience. Tomorrow is the first day of the second semester, and you will begin your first day then. The staff member that you will be assisting tomorrow will be Miss. Goodwitch." Ozpin said.

Silence filled the room again as Glynda turned to look at Ozpin with a hard glare.

"Headmaster Ozpin, I have too many duties to attend to tomorrow, and I cannot look after this man all day, let alone give him a tour of the entire Academy!" Glynda said with a stern voice.

"Which is my point exactly Glynda. You have a lot to do tomorrow and our new addition to the staff will need a tour. Since he starts tomorrow, why not have him help you with your duties, and in return you will give him a tour of Beacon." Ozpin said.

Glynda was about to retort when she fell silent as she realized that it would be more productive to have the knight assist her with her classes and managing the students. Splitting the work, and in return she would only have to give the man a tour.

Taking a small sigh, she responded, "Fine. I will take him on a tour of Beacon tomorrow." Then turning to Tyrell, "In exchange you will help me fulfill my tasks that I must complete."

Nodding, Tyrell said, "I will be happy to assist you Miss. Goodwitch. I am eager to begin my work for you Ozpin. You mentioned that living quarters would be provided for me. Where will I be staying Ozpin?" Tyrell asked.

"Since all the living spaces for the staff are already occupied, I am afraid you will have to settle for one of the student dorm rooms." Ozpin said.

"No worries Ozpin, I understand. Space is limited, and you did not expect to have an extra guest." Tyrell said.

"Thank you for understanding. It seems that our chat has taken up quite a lot of time." Ozpin stated. Tyrell looked behind the man and saw that through the clock face that the sky had become dark and filled with stars. The shattered moon lay up high in the sky, coving the land in its pale light.

"If you would Tyrell, please take the elevator down to the main lobby and wait there. I will send Miss. Goodwitch down in a minute to show you to your dorm room shortly. I just have a few things to discuss with her in private." Ozpin said to Tyrell.

Nodding, the knight stood up from the chair that he had preoccupied and made his way to the sliding doors that let him access to the Headmaster's office previously. Before reaching the doors however, Tyrell turned around and said, "Thank you Ozpin for this offer. This will help me on my mission greatly."

At that Tyrell walked through the doors and vanished from sight. Ozpin waited until he heard the sound of the elevator moving downwards until he turned to Glynda to speak.

"Did you receive the message from Qrow that I sent to you?" Ozpin asked.

"Yes Ozpin. This "black flame" that Qrow saw, will it become a danger to the students?" Glynda asked with concern for the well being of Beacon's many young students.

"Honestly, I don't know what type of threat it poses, but we must find more information about it. I believe that our new staff member is hiding something from us, and that secret could prove deadly." Ozpin responded.

"Then why offer him a job at Beacon then if we don't know what threat this man will pose?" Glynda asked with the same stern voice she had used earlier.

"As dangerous as it sounds, it is safer to keep him here where we can keep a close eye on him. We couldn't have left him alone to his own devices, or worse, someone else might have found him." Ozpin said as he took another sip from his mug.

"Someone else? Who?" Glynda asked.

"The White Fang perhaps. If they got a hold on that flame, who knows what could have happened." Ozpin said in a lower voice.

Glynda's eyes widened at the thought of what might have happened if the White Fang did get a hold of the mysterious flame.

"Your right Ozpin, this is the best option that we have, but still I am worried of the safety of the students." Glynda said.

"Do not worry Glynda, if Tyrell proves to be a threat to Beacon or the students, then he will be detained." Ozpin assured his close friend as she had a look of worry on her face.

"I trust you Ozpin. As I always have." Glynda said.

"Thank you Glynda for understanding. This will also allow us to observe Tyrell further, and possibly find out more about him. For now I want you to go and take him to his dorm. Tomorrow, keep a close eye on him and have him help you with your classes. I am sorry to have burdened you with more work Glynda." Ozpin instructed.

"No need for apologies Ozpin. I am a Huntress, and it is my duty to protect the young and weak, even if that means that I must dawn more work." Glynda said as she gave Ozpin one of her rare smiles.

Smiling back, Ozpin said, "Thank you Glynda. Now head down. I believe that our new staff member has waited long enough and wants to retire for the night."

"As you say, Headmaster." With that Glynda walked away from Ozpin and right out of his office.

Leaning back in his chair, Ozpin pulled out his Scroll and looked at the picture that Qrow had taken of the black flame. It was from far away, so it was a little hard to make out, but from years of being a Huntsman his eyes had grown sharp.

Ozpin could see the back of Tyrell's form. He saw that Tyrell had light brown hair tied back into a small ponytail, but with his back turned to him, Ozpin could not see his face.

Tyrell was kneeling down and held something in his left hand, but Ozpin knew that it was the black flame. However, he could only see some of it due to Tyrell blocking it with his body, but Ozpin saw it regardless. It had a chalky white outline that seemed to move like any other normal flame, but the rest of it was darker than that of a Grimm's hide.

It seemed to eat the light around it, but at the same time it presented an eerie glow that made Ozpin shudder a little.

What caught Ozpin's attention however was what seemed to be an image in the black flame. The picture was slightly distorted and far away, but Ozpin could just make out an image of an arm.

The arm was pure white and looked just like a human's. However, the arm was pure white, and like the outline of the flame, moved like a fire normally would.

'Is Tyrell talking to someone? And if so, then who?' Ozpin thought to himself.

Knowing that there was nothing left to see in the picture, Ozpin put his Scroll away and turned his chair until he was facing the back of the clock face.

"What secret are you hiding Tyrell?" Ozpin asked to himself as he gazed into the night sky.

Tyrell was currently being led by Miss. Goodwitch through a maze of hallways to his soon to be living quarters.

'Honestly, how do the students navigate through this labyrinth?' Tyrell thought.

When Miss. Goodwitch came down in the elevator she had told Tyrell that she would lead him to his dorm room. That was ten minutes ago, and they were still walking in silence.

Deciding to strike up a conversation Tyrell said, "I assume that all the students are asleep?"

Without stopping Glynda said, "All students are required to return to their dorm rooms after the curfew hour of 10:00pm." Glynda responded. "However, there are those who decide to sneak out and disobey the rules."

"I see. Ozpin said that you are the Combat instructor of Beacon, correct?" Tyrell asked.

"That is correct. Why do you ask?" Glynda asked back as they turned down another corridor.

"Forgive my rudeness, but you do not look like the kind of person to be teaching Combat, but rather a librarian." Tyrell answered. At this Glynda turned her head just enough to see the knight in the corner of her vision.

"I will have you know that I am perfectly capable of teaching combat maneuvers and tactics to the students here at Beacon. I am a Huntress with years of experience and I have seen my fair share of fighting." Glynda said in a stern voice as she turned her head back forward.

"I did not mean to offend. My apologies Miss. Goodwitch." Tyrell apologized and kept silent as they turned one last corner and arrived at a long hallway with doors on both sides.

They walked down the hallway and Tyrell decided to look at the doors. They were nothing special, just plain white coated with a gold trim around the frame. Each door had a plaque on the top and each plaque was inscribed with four letters. Each door had different letters arranged in different ways.

"Miss. Goodwitch, what is the purpose of these letters upon the doors?" Tyrell asked.

As they continued to walk Glynda answered, "Those letters are the first initial of each team member, and they make up the team's name."

"Teams?" Tyrell said curiously.

"Yes, teams. Here at Beacon we assign first year students into four man teams that they will be in for their entire time here at Beacon. This allows the students to build bonds with their teammates and become stronger together, rather than alone. Every team is assigned a leader to guide and protect them. Whether it is through assignments or actual missions." Glynda explained.

As they were nearing the end of the hallway, Tyrell took another look at some of the doors. On his left he read a plaque with the letters spelling out "R-W-B-Y," and to his right another read "J-N-P-R."

'Teams RWBY and JNPR. Both those names sound nice.' Tyrell thought to himself as they finally arrived at a door at the very end of the hallway. It seemed further away from the rest of the dorm rooms and the door held no plaque on it.

"Here we are. Sir Tyrell, this will be your new living quarters for as long as you work here at Beacon. Ozpin has told me that you will be receiving a new Scroll in the coming week. Once you receive it you can use it to unlock your door to your room, or lock it instead. You are expected to be by my classroom by 8:00am sharp so I may inform you about what you will be doing to assist me in my teachings." Glynda instructed as she moved her own Scroll across a small screen on the door to unlock it. "Now do you have any questions?"

Shaking his head, Tyrell responded, "No Miss. Goodwitch, and thank you for guiding me to my dorm. I surely would have been lost if not for you."

"There is no need to thank me Sir Tyrell. Just remember to be by my classroom by 8:00am tomorrow." Glynda said while looking into the knight's visor.

"Do not worry Miss. Goodwitch, I will not fail you." Tyrell said with a slight bow of his head.

Nodding Glynda started to make her way back down the hallway that she led Tyrell down.

"Have a good night Miss. Goodwitch. May you sleep well." Tyrell said.

This caused Glynda to stop walking and turned her head back until she saw the knight.

"Thank you… you as well." Glynda responded as she quickly walked down the hallway and was gone.

Turning to his door Tyrell took hold of the door handle and entered the room.

As he opened the door he saw a medium sized room that held only one bed that layed right next to a window. Since there were no curtains, moonlight filled the room.

Closing the door behind him, Tyrell walked up to the window and saw the shattered moon raised high above the clouds surrounded by stars.

Tyrell looked down and saw that he had a nice view of a small courtyard that lead out towards other parts of Beacon. He also saw the large tower where Ozpin's office was located and where he was not too long ago.

Turning away from the window, Tyrell looked around the room some more. He saw a dresser opposite his bed and a small desk was positioned opposite of the window.

A closet was next to the dresser, and a small nightstand was next to the bed with a lamp of sorts on it.

As Tyrell was looking around his new living space, he felt the movement of the humanity sprite stir inside of his pouch.

Taking it out, Tyrell knelt down on one knee and waited for his Lord's image to appear.

When the humanity grew big enough, a white phantom image appeared inside it. Abell appeared inside the sprite and spoke, "Hello Tyrell."

"Greetings my Lord. I have more information for you about Remnant." Tyrell said as he looked at his Lord with a smile underneath his helmet.

"I too have some information and news to share with you Tyrell, but tell me your report first." Abell said in a depressed tone as he crossed his arms.

'Is something wrong? Why does he sound so defeated?' Tyrell thought as his smile vanished and asked, "My Lord is everything okay? You do not sound like yourself."

"I am only tired Tyrell. The preparations to move the kingdom and the stress of this famine are beginning to take their toll on me." Abell answered.

"My Lord, please, we can talk another time about-" Tyrell said until Abell interrupted him.

"No! I am well enough to have a simple conversation. Now tell me what it is that you have to report." Abell ordered.

Nodding, Tyrell responded, "As you wish my Lord. It looks like that Remnant is much more technologically advanced than we could ever hope to achieve in our lifetime." Tyrell said.

"Explain to me what you mean Tyrell." Abell said.

Tyrell went onto explain how he had flew in the Bullhead, about the City of Vale's architecture, the doors that could operate themselves, the tubes with metal snakes, the "cars," and the gargantuan Bullhead he saw flying near Beacon earlier in the day.

Abell stayed silent the entire time without interrupting as Tyrell explained.

When Tyrell had finished talking about the technological advances humanity made on Remnant Abell spoke, "Remnant is not what I expected. They are perhaps thousands of years ahead of us in technology, but that does not matter. These "Bullheads" will not get in the way of our arrival to Remnant."

"My Lord, I have another thing to report to you." Tyrell said with a slight worry in his voice.

"Go on Tyrell." Abell said.

"I have been taken to a place called Beacon Academy. It is one of the many schools that train the next generation of Hunters and Huntresses, but I have been told that it is the best." Tyrell said.

"Are you unharmed Tyrell? Are they keeping you prisoner?" Abell said with concern for one of his knights.

"I am well my Lord, and they have not taken me into custody, but in fact gave me a room to sleep in as long as I… provide a service for them in return." Tyrell answered with the worry in his voice increasing.

"What service do you speak of Tyrell?" Abell asked.

Hesitant at first, Tyrell eventually answered, "I have accepted to work under the Headmaster to assist the staff of Beacon in their classes. As long as I do my job, I am allowed to live in the Academy and walk freely."

Abell was silent for a few moments when he heard Tyrell's answer with his head down. Lifting his head up to look at Tyrell, Abell said, "This is great news Tyrell. As a teacher's assistant, you will have free access to many things while there."

Not expecting this reaction out of his Lord, Tyrell responded, "Um… thank you my Lord. I believe that Beacon has a library, and I will find more information there."

"Yes, you will continue to find more information on Remnant while working at this Beacon. Now it is my turn to inform you of my news." Abell said in a lower voice.

Tyrell tensed at the shift in his Lord's tone, but would hear what he had to say.

Abell said, "Alonne has organized the knights for the coming "movement", and Aulnor has just returned from his mission I had sent him on. The remaining citizens however…" Abell trailed off as he looked away from Tyrell.

"What is it my Lord? What has happened to the citizens?" Tyrell asked in a slightly raised voice, but he quickly lowered it to not wake up the sleeping students.

"The remaining citizens… had begun to riot." Abell's words were heavy and saddened, but he continued, "They began to go mad with hunger and disease. They burned down others homes and tried to raid the food storage sheds to steal what little remained." Abell continued, "I tried to reason with them, to calm them down and told them that we would soon be leaving this dying world for another. Many called me mad and refused to surrender. So I… had them all… executed."

Both Tyrell and Abell were silent after he finished his last sentence. Tyrell was horrified at the thought of the image of all the dead citizens lying in the lower Burgs.

After a long moment of silence, Tyrell spoke, "All those poor people. My Lord how could you of-" But Tyrell didn't get to finish his sentence as Abell suddenly lashed out at him.

"I tried to save them! I did everything in my power to try and save them from the famine!" Abell raised his voice.

"My Lord please-" Tyrell began.

"NO! You do not know the sacrifices I have had to make in my journey to save humanity from the curse! Time and time again I had come so close to helping another, but in the end I failed!" Abell continued, "I will not fail again… If I had to sacrifice the lives of my citizens to allow our people to survive then so be it. I will not fail again…" Abell finished in a softer voice.

Tyrell was shaken from his Lord's sudden lashing out at him. His Lord was stern at best when it came to discipline with his knights, but he had never lashed out at them in anger before.

"… My Lord… I am sorry. I did not even consider what you had done to rid humanity of the curse. I am deeply sorry for my misjudgments, my Lord." Tyrell said as he lowered his head.

Abell did not respond for a few moments, but then he spoke, "Continue to gather information on Remnant… your primary objective now is to find a location for me to open a portal. Then I will begin to have the rest of the kingdom move. Do not disappoint me Tyrell."

Tyrell looked up and responded, "As you wish… my Lord." At that Abell's phantom image disappeared and the humanity sprite returned to its original size.

Tyrell had placed it away in his pouch and walked over to sit down on his bed. He began to remove his armor and placed the pieces onto the floor at the foot of the nightstand. He leaned his sheathed sword and shield on the nightstand as well.

Now in only the light leather coat and pants, Tyrell layed down on his bed to try to fall sleep.

It was hard to with the conversation still fresh in his mind.

'How could this of happened so quickly? There had to of been another way to convince the citizens to stop the rioting, but he said that they had gone mad.' Tyrell thought to himself until another part of the conversation came to his mind.

'The way he had said "movement" worries me. It sounds as if he is preparing for an invasion… no, our Lord would never… would he?' Tyrell thought unsure as the darker part of the conversation came into his mind.

'He said he would sacrifice anything to not fail again. My Lord, what is happening to you?' Tyrell thought as finally sleep took hold of him and he drifted subconsciously into the land of dreams.

It was just an hour after dawn, and Tyrell had awoken to get a head start on the day. He had cleaned himself in the dorm's own bathroom that he had failed to see the previous night. After figuring out how to work the shower and faucet, he cleaned himself and brushed his teeth.

Then he put on his full Silver Knight armor and strapped his shield to his back over his Dragon Slayer Greatbow, and put his straight sword into its sheath.

Upon opening his door, Tyrell noticed a small package at the foot of the door. Bending down to pick it up he had opened the box to find a white thin slab of metal with a golden yellow diamond in the middle. It resembled the scrolls that both Ozpin and Miss. Goodwitch held and so Tyrell opened it.

Upon doing so he saw that it had an icon on it that read "New Message." Upon touching the icon a new screen appeared and the entire map of Beacon was shown to him.

'That will come in handy.' Tyrell thought to himself as he noticed a white bar at the top right hand corner of the screen. Upon clicking it a board came up that had all the letters of the alphabet on it, although they were in the wrong order, to Tyrell.

Not sure what the letters were for, Tyrell typed the word "Goodwitch" and suddenly the map lit up and a green arrow drew out a path from Tyrell's current location to Miss. Goodwitch's classroom.

'Very handy.' Tyrell thought again as he looked down at the map and started walking to his destination.

As Tyrell followed the highlighted path that his Scroll offered him, he was slightly surprised to see some students walking around the campus. They seemed to be wearing what looked like a mandatory uniform.

The male students wore a black formal suit of sorts that had golden trims and was only buttoned halfway up to reveal a blue undershirt with a white collar. They also wore a red piece of fabric that hung down from their neck and were tucked beneath the white collar.

The female students wore a similarly formal over shirt that had the same black color with golden trims. However, they wore red skirts that had black, grey, and gold lines that intersected perpendicularly. To Tyrell, the skirts did little to cover the female students' legs, and he couldn't help himself by taking a quick look at one of the female students.

'By the old lords! Do these girls have no shame?' Tyrell thought blushing slightly underneath his helmet.

Quickly removing the dirty thoughts from his mind, Tyrell also noticed that they too had a red fabric hanging down from a white collar. Tyrell identified it as a red ribbon quickly as he continued to walk.

As Tyrell walked by, many students gave him strange looks, but moved out of his way when they saw the massive Greatbow upon his back.

Ignoring the looks, Tyrell continued to follow the green path through the maze that made up Beacon Academy.

It had taken some time to reach Miss. Goodwitch's office, even with the help of his Scroll's guide, but Tyrell had finally reached his destination.

It was currently 7:13am when Tyrell just figured out that he was extremely early to when he is supposed to meet Miss. Goodwitch.

Taking a deep sigh, Tyrell looked down at his Scroll and expanded the map of Beacon. He browsed the map to try and get a feeling of where to go so he wouldn't have to rely on his Scroll all the time.

During his search he marked a few locations that were of importance to him for now. He currently had Miss. Goodwitch's classroom, the Headmaster's office, and the cafeteria marked on his Scroll.

Tyrell was disappointed to see that it was only 7:25 am and that he would still have to wait until he could talk to Miss. Goodwitch.

"Sir Tyrell?" A voice called out. Tyrell turned his head to the direction of the voice and was surprised, and thankful, to see Miss. Goodwitch approaching with a confused look on her face. "Why are you here so early?"

"Good morning Miss. Goodwitch. I simply woke up and had gotten ready for my first day of work. Once I found the package containing my Scroll I opened a message containing a map of Beacon and followed a path to your classroom." Taking a pause, Tyrell continued, "I failed to realize that it was still very early to arrive and thought that I would wait."

Glynda continued to look at the knight in confusion, but soon waved it off and said, "Well it is good that you are here early. Now I can inform you about how you will be helping me today, and then I will begin to take you on a tour of Beacon."

"Well it seems that my folly has proven useful. Then shall we enter so we may begin?" Tyrell asked. Glynda nodded and walked up to the door to unlock it with her Scroll. Upon opening the door Glynda turned on the lights and entered her classroom.

Tyrell followed suit and closed the door behind him and turned to see a circular room. Large desks stretched and filled the room and descended down four levels. Two staircases were on either side of the middle portion of desks that lead down to a circular stage.

The stage was large enough for multiple people to fight on, and a large screen was placed above the stage. Two banners bearing the kingdom of Vale's symbol were on either side of the stage.

Tyrell found the setup impressive, but it lacked an armory.

"Miss. Goodwitch, where are the weapons that students would arm themselves with for combat?" Tyrell asked the Combat instructor.

Glynda had walked down onto the stage and turned to face the knight to respond, "All students who attend Beacon carry their own weapons with them at all time. There is no armory for them to grab a weapon, but there is a locker room in which they change into their combat gear."

"What if a student decides to attack another with his or her weapon?" Tyrell asked.

"All disputes are settled in the Combat arena. A teacher or team leader must observe the match. Failure to do so will result in severe consequences." Glynda answered with a strong emphasis on "severe."

Understanding, Tyrell took the liberty to walk onto the stage and look around the room once more.

"If you are done looking around, may we please start?" Glynda said in a slightly irritated voice.

"Yes Miss. Goodwitch, my apologies." Tyrell said as he turned to face the Combat instructor.

"Now, for your first class I wish you to sit back and observe the students. I want you to inform me if you notice any mistakes that they will make that will need correcting. This will allow them to improve their combat skills and think of better strategies to attack their opponent." Glynda said.

"Just to sit back and observe Miss. Goodwitch? Forgive my rudeness, but that sounds rather boring." Tyrell said as he crossed his arms and looked at Glynda in the eyes.

Crossing her own arms, Glynda said, "I will make an acception this once. If a student wishes to challenge you in combat, I will allow it. But other than that you are to do as I instruct. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand Miss. Goodwitch, thank you." Tyrell said nodding his head. Thankful that he may get to experience how these students fight.

"As always I will be having the students face off against each other. They will be learning better Aura management and control while fighting." Glynda then remembered that the knight had no Aura. She continued with, "I also want you to be taking notes about Aura. You may just learn how to unlock it."

Tyrell looked at her in silence but then said, "I will take notes, but I am unsure about actually "unlocking" this Aura that I seem to possess."

"We will just have to see then. Won't we?" Glynda said with a small smirk on her lips.

The rest of the time had been uneventful as the clock now read 8:20 am. Tyrell was very bored and just pulled out a Prism stone to look at as time moved on.

Miss. Goodwitch was currently sitting at her desk that Tyrell failed to see before. It was located at the left side of the room and was partially hidden behind the left set of desks.

Tired of doing nothing, Tyrell asked, "Miss. Goodwitch, when will you be taking me on that tour of Beacon. I would like to see the rest of the Academy."

"I told you that we would leave as soon as I finish looking over these reports and videos of the student's fights of last semester." Glynda said in a slightly irritated voice.

With a sigh, Tyrell looked back at the Prism stone that he held in his hand. It was currently shining blue and proved a small distraction from the boredom of doing nothing.

Then there was a sudden knocking at the door of the classroom and Glynda had called out, "You may enter."

Upon saying that, Ozpin himself walked into the room bearing the same attire that he had met Tyrell in. The mug in his left hand and cane in his right, Ozpin walked down the stairs and said, "Good morning Glynda, and good morning to you Tyrell."

Nodding, Tyrell said, "Good morning to you too Ozpin." Glynda had immediately stood up and walked over to Ozpin with a file clutched to her chest.

"Headmaster Ozpin, here is the files on all the student's fights during last semester." Glynda said as she handed the file to him.

"Thank you Glynda." Ozpin said.

Upon thanking her, Glynda turned to Tyrell and said, "I believe that we may start with the tour now, Sir Tyrell."

"Thank you." Was all Tyrell said as he stood up and made his way over to the others. He placed the Prism stone back inside his pouch.

"Mind if I tag along Glynda?" Ozpin asked as he addressed her with a small smile on his face.

"Of course, Ozpin." Glynda said as she led the two out of the room and began the tour.

The campus was very nice to Tyrell. Students were walking about, going on about their own business before classes started. They had already visited the training room, the auditorium, some of the other professor's offices that Tyrell would be assisting in the near future, and their last stop seemed to be the cafeteria.

Some students greeted the Headmaster and Miss. Goodwitch, but gave Tyrell the same strange look that others had given him earlier.

"You both are very well respected around here. It is nice to see students respect their elders." Tyrell said. At this Glynda slightly cringed with a sour look on her face, whereas Ozpin chuckled lightly.

"Yes. The students here are disciplined and respectable of their "elders," Glynda cringed again, "but there are still many that like to break the rules." Ozpin finished.

At that moment, they were nearing the cafeteria when Tyrell caught something flying up into the sky.

It was hard to tell at first, but it looked like a bright yellow blur. Then they had seen many students seemingly running away from the cafeteria as if they feared for their lives.

Tyrell heard one of them shout out the words "Food fight" as the stampede of students ran around their small group.

"Speaking of which." Ozpin said as Glynda began to march angrily towards the cafeteria. Both Tyrell and Ozpin followed suit. Ozpin had a look of amusement on his face while Tyrell had one of confusion.

As they neared closer to the cafeteria, Tyrell could hear what sounded like… a whirlwind?

Just as they had arrived at the doors, a loud impact sound came from within the building. That was when Glynda shoved open the doors forcefully to allow entrance into the cafeteria.

What Tyrell saw amazed him and left him confused at the same time. What was once the cafeteria had turned into the aftermath of a warzone. Tables were turned upside down, broken into pieces, or stacked into a large pile creating a tower of sorts.

Food was everywhere and covered pretty much every inch of the floor creating a huge mess. Tyrell had also seen broken plates and silverware throughout the mess as well.

What made him speechless however, was the large colorful impact at the very back of the cafeteria. Cracks spider webbed their way across the back wall, and a multitude of colorful food splatter covered all of the cracks forming a circle of sorts.

Tyrell would of called it art if it were paint used rather than food, but then he noticed the four bodies falling from the colorful crater. A student was kneeled down in front of the impact with their back turned to it.

"I love these guys." A man to Tyrell's right said. Tyrell didn't even notice him when they had entered the cafeteria, being too amazed by the condition of the cafeteria.

The young man had sandy blond hair. He wore an open white shirt that showed off his upper body off, and wore a necklace. He had blue pants and wore long red gloves that covered his forearms. Tyrell also took note of the tail that was hanging off from his tailbone, obviously.

An angry grunt escaped the other young man to Tyrell's left side. It was hard to describe him as he was currently covered from top to bottom in a purple liquid substance.

Ignoring the two, Tyrell looked towards Miss. Goodwitch's direction and saw yet another incredible sight.

Miss. Goodwitch, with a wave of her crop, began to reassemble the entire cafeteria. Tables, plates, and silverware flew through the air and were put back in what Tyrell assumed to be their original position. When she was done it had looked like nothing had occurred.

"Children, please. Do not play with your food." Glynda said while trying to restrain the irritation and anger in her voice.

Ozpin had walked up to Tyrell's side and chuckled. "All that destruction over a food fight."

"… That was just a food fight, Ozpin? I would hate to see the destruction caused by them if they actually fought each other." Tyrell said as he looked at the culprits.

Most were covered in food, the four on the left more so than the right side. Tyrell counted seven in total, five females and two males. He noticed the odd number and thought to himself 'Aren't teams supposed to be made of four members?'

At that a loud cracking sound was heard as a blond haired girl came crashing through the ceiling.

'That answers that I suppose.' Tyrell thought. While Miss. Goodwitch was glaring at the now eight students, Ozpin had walked up to her and began speaking softly to her.

Tyrell did not hear any of it as he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw the young man with the sandy blond hair as he said, "Sup dude. Haven't seen you around before on campus. You one of the exchange students coming from the other kingdoms?"

"You could say that. I am here from my village that does not reside near any of the kingdoms." Tyrell said answering the man's question. Looking down at him slightly, Tyrell asked, "And just who are you?"

"Names Sun. I used to live in Vacuo, but later moved to Mistral. I'm here for the Vytal festival and to compete in the tournament." The man, Sun, said as he had a confident smile on his face and Tyrell saw the tail behind him curl up a bit.

"Very interesting. I am Sir Tyrell, the Sentinel, a knight of my Lord." Tyrell introduced himself to Sun with a slight bow of his head.

"A knight? Wow, your village must be really old fashioned if they still have knights to protect them." Sun said as he put his hands behind his head in a relaxed position.

"Yes, I guess one would say that when compared to this wor-. I mean… kingdom." Tyrell caught himself as he almost exposed his secret to someone he barely knew.

"Yeah I guess. Oh yeah! Let me introduce you to my old friend, Neptune." Sun said as he gestured over to the other young man that was still covered in the purple liquid.

He seemed to glare at Sun for a moment, but suddenly switched faces as a calm smile appeared on his lips. A small sparkle emitted from the pure white teeth that Neptune had as he simply said, "Hey."

"Hello, Neptune." Tyrell simply greeted. After Tyrell was introduced to both Sun and Neptune, Ozpin walked by and was talking to Glynda.

"It isn't a role they'll have forever." And with that the Headmaster walked outside of the cafeteria. Glynda sighed and looked over to Tyrell with a stern look, still unnerved at having to clean up after both teams RWBY and JNPR's mess.

"Come now, Sir Tyrell, we may finish the tour another day, classes will be starting in ten minutes. You wouldn't want to be late on your first day on the job. Would you?" Glynda said as she started to walk out the same entrance that they had entered through.

"Of course not, Miss. Goodwitch. It was a pleasure to meet the both of you. Sun. Neptune. Have a good day." Tyrell finished as he followed the Combat instructor out of the cafeteria.

He did not notice the pair of silver eyes that watched him as he made his exit.

Tyrell did what he was instructed to do by Miss. Goodwitch. He stood near her desk as he observed the students fight one another on the stage. So far it had only been one on one duels, and Tyrell was impressed by a few of the matches.

One skilled student wielding a large black mace had won many of his matches so far. Tyrell found his skill good, but the younger man was too prone to anger and arrogant.

Another student that caught Tyrell's eye was one of the female students that partook in the food fight earlier. She wore bronze like armor and carried a spear and shield. Her long red ponytail seemed to not get in her way as she dodged her opponent's strikes and seemed to not be hit once. She showed both discipline and strength while on the battlefield.

Tyrell had now seen that the screen above showed a picture of each combatant and a green bar would be placed underneath each. Miss. Goodwitch had mentioned how it showed each combatant's Aura and when it dropped below to red, then the match would be called.

During one of the less interesting fights, Tyrell had taken a quick glance around the room to look at all of the students currently residing in it. He found all of the students that were from the cafeteria at the end of the food fight in the class. They all were dressed in their "combat gear," as Miss. Goodwitch said earlier, but to Tyrell it looked like normal clothing, at least to this world.

As the next match between one of the two males from the cafeteria and the mace wielder ended, with the mace wielder laughing at his victory over the blonde boy, Miss. Goodwitch called out, "Another win for Mr. Winchester. Mr. Arc, while you have been improving over the last few months, you still seem to be having trouble landing most of your strikes."

Tyrell looked up at the screen and saw that the blond boy's Aura had dropped into the red zone, the mace wielder's Aura stayed in the green zone, although it had dropped a tad due to the blond landing a couple of hits on the larger boy.

"Yes, Miss. Goodwitch, I understand." The blond responded in a defeated voice. Looking at him as he walked back to his seat, the red headed girl comforting him as he sat down, Tyrell thought of what he saw.

'He knew when to attack, but he lacked the ability to pull it off. He did manage to land a few hits, but other than that he could only block the no doubt powerful blows from that mace. Why did he not try to parry?' Tyrell finished his thought as Miss. Goodwitch cleared the screen with her Scroll.

"Now students we have time for one more match today. Would anyone like to go?" Glynda said as she looked around the room, but was disappointed to find a lack of volunteers.

"Miss. Goodwitch, I wouldn't mind going for one more round. I still got plenty of Aura left in me. It's not like many of the people put up much of a fight anyway." The mace wielder said as Tyrell caught a few glares aimed at the tall boy.

"Very well Mr. Winchester. Who would you-" Glynda was abruptly cut off as the mace wielder pointed his finger in Tyrell's direction.

"I want to fight him." He said with an overconfident smile on his face. The eyes of every single student in the room turned to look at the knight. None of them ever seeing him before in class. Tyrell noticed a few of the students whispering to one another, but he ignored them as he instead looked over in the mace wielder's direction.

Glynda readjusted her glasses as she looked over to Tyrell.

"You wish to fight Sir Tyrell? Very well Mr. Winchester. I am setting up the stage now for the duel." After she had finished she looked back at Tyrell and said, "Sir Tyrell, please come up to the stage and take your position across from Mr. Winchester."

Tyrell obeyed and stepped up onto the stage after leaning his Greatbow up against a nearby wall. Across from him was his opponent.

He wore an upper chest piece that had the symbol of a bird with its wings spread out. He also had metal gauntlets, shoulder plates, and small metal grieves that covered the sides of his legs.

He had dark orange hair that was combed back, and his eyes were the color of Indigo. He stood just half a head sorter than Tyrell if he had to guess.

The mace wielder, or Mr. Winchester, stood on the opposite side of the stage and said, "I've never seen you around here before. Good, that means fresh meat to grind up." Cardin said as he placed his mace to rest on his shoulder.

Tyrell was silent as he unsheathed his Silver Knight sword and placed his shield upon his left arm.

"Heh. What, not gonna talk? Must be scarred to be fighting me then. Let's do this." Cardin said as he waited for the buzzer to signal the start of the match.

"If both combatants are ready. Then let the match… begin!" Glynda said as a small buzzer sounded to start the match.


Finally done! I think that this chapter is now my longest one yet, but that's okay. I will say this, I won't be using much of the show's original dialogue, because I know how that can be boring to read, but do expect to see some in the coming future.

Now I know that some of you will probably be questioning, or mad, that Abell had to kill off the remaining citizens. Well most were going mad with hunger while others went straight out crazy when they caught a disease (there were multiple diseases that infected the citizens), and they proved to be a hazard to the kingdom's safety. That's why there were riots and sectioned off sectors of the Burgs. It didn't help however and Abell was trying to look out for the safety of his kingdom. So he was forced to commit this terrible sin. As for his reaction to Tyrell, well you'll all find out later on in the story why.

Also, I will be following some of the episodes of Volume 2. Now I won't be having something like Tyrell fighting the Paladin controlled by Torchwick, but expect to see him (and others) in scenes from Volume 2. I do remember that classes didn't start on the day of the food fight in the first episode, but I thought that it went along with the story better if they started on that day instead.

Another thing. Once I reach the ending of Volume 2 with the story, we will be going into full original content mode. So even if Volume 3 airs while I am still writing this, don't expect to see anything from the 3rd volume. That's just a heads up and sorry if this AN turned into a rant. I just can't shut up.

I'll talk to you all in the next chapter!