Hello again. Iam back and bearing gifts for all the good kids. Ho-Ho-HO! I don't know when the next chapter will be out, but I hope you guys enjoy reading this for the time.

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It was late when they arrived back at the Arc stronghold and everyone except Jaune was deadly tired. It was not like Jaune wasn't exaustet, but he just couldn't rest now that he was so close to reap the fruits of his research. As everyone headed straight for their bed's, Jaune spoke to his father:

"We have much work to do tomorrow. Please be up at seven in the morning, I really need your help with something. Good night."

He was just going to review some of the information he amassed in his research instead of sleeping, but to his own surprise his tiredness caught on with him as soon he reached his room.

"Damn it, I dont have the time for sleeping right now. I need to get this done as soon as possible. Curse this fucking disease!"

As he saw that he couldn't fight his tiredness, he just set his alarm and threwhimself on the bed to get some sleep. There was going to be a new moon night in two days and he had work to do beforehand.

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A few hours later in the great hall.

As Jaune entered the hall in search for his father, the smell of freshly baked bread greeted him. He heard his mother humming a merry tune while working in the kitchen.

"Morning mom, where is dad? I need him to help me after breakfest."

Startled by her son, the woman turned andneary threw a knive at him in reflex.

"Oum, Jaune! Stop startling me, someday I will accidently kkill you with a knive!"

Smiling at his shoutig mother the boy sat down at the table, waiting for an answer to his question.

"And I don't know where your father is. He got up early and told me he had to work on something. But you know him, he would never miss out any meal, so let's just wait for him while I finish breakfest."

While he waited and watched his mother while working, one after another, his sisters came into the hall to sit at the table. After what seemed like an eternity, his father arrived too and sat down.

"Jaune, today I'm unloking your Aura. So I want you to eat as much as you can and we will give you the greatest dose of your medicine. It is essential that your body is at its peak of performance when I unlock your Aura. After all, it's a straining process on body and mind. At least for any Arc."

"Why is that?" asked Jaune in bewilderment.

While eating his food Jaunes father looked like he was searching for the right words. After a little while he finally said: "We Arc's are somewhat special. Not only have we one of the few heredatory Semblances, but also is our ritual to unlock ones Aura. We take an oath, which is imprinted on our soul. We can never break a promise or retreat from battle while there is still hope for winning. When the oath is imprinted on someones soul, the soul resist this procedure. Because it is against the nature of man to march headstrong into his own death. And thats the reason why it is going to be very hard for you."

Jaune swallowed the lump that got caught in his throat and just replied: "I understand. When will you unlock my Aura?"

"In about two hours when your body got the neaded strength from this meal and you are on your daily peak."

The rest of the meal was consumed in silence, which lingered heavily in the great hall.

Two hours later

Jaune stood in front of his father inside of the library in his best clothes. He wanted to take this oath with the mostdignity he could muster. And if his father was right about the strainous part, he wanted in case of his possible death to look stylish.

Robert looked at him and asked him again: "Are you sure that you want this? It is more than likely for you to die."

"Yes, I want this more than anything else and should I die, use the decrypted formulars for dust and alchemic steel to earn money for this family. Father, I beg you. If I die, see this as my last wish."

"Very well, we will see too it in every free minute. Now get ready!"

Jaune got on one knee in front of his father and lowered his head. Just like he had taught him in the last two hours. This was the old procedure, as it was used for centuries. Robert took Crocea Mors, the ancient blade which was passed from one clanhead to the next since long forgotten times. He put the tip on top of Jaune's head and let his Aura flow through the blade. Next he spoke in a deep voice filled with power:

"For it is in passing that we achieve honor. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and servitude. Infinite in it's glory and bound until death, I release your soul, stand by my shoulder to protect all."

While he spoke, a bright light came from Jaune and his father and filled the entire room. After he finished, Robert nearly toppled over, because the Aura of his son was nearly to much for him to handle. The moment of weakness passed after a few secounds and he saw Jaune laying on the ground holding his head and coughing up blood. Robert just got down and hold Jaune tightly, trying to make him feel better through the process.

When his father had unlocked his Aura, Robert felt like dying for nearly a minute until the pain subdued. He couldn't tell how long this would take for Jaune, but he hoped that he survived.

When Jaune was finally calming down, Robert saw happily that his son was still breathing and slowly opening his eyes.

"Jaune, how are you? Can you hear me?"

Robert nearly had an heart attack when Jaune suddenly sprung to his feet...and immediatly fell down again, coughing.

When the fit finally got better Jaune told his father: "Yes, I'm better than ever before. But sadly my sickness isn't gone. But I think you just bought me a few more months and this gives me the time I need to finish the cure."

As he was about to get slowly up again, his father held him back and told him with a serious tone: "Jaune, you are now a knight of house Arc. When you finish the cure, you will fight for others for the rest of your life. Don't put shame onto our name."

Jaune answered with beaming eyes: "I will not dissapoint you or anyone else. My life will be for the wellbeing of others, I promise. And an Arc never goes back on his promise!"

With this he left the library and ran to the laboratory to prepare it for the procedure to transmutate the cure.

The next new moon

In the last few days Jaune had put everything in place like he needed it. Seeds from an ash-tree, twigs from a thuja( or life tree as it was called in old languages) and lead. While the ash-tree was a symbol for the strength of living organisms and the thuja should give him the reincarnating abilities of plants, the lead was a symbol for the poisoned parts of his body which will be healthy after correctly transmutating the potion.

The lenses made from the dust crystals hung in perfect order and distance between the ceiling window and the flask he wanted to use.

Finally the moonshine was flowing through the ceiling and hitting the flask. So Jaune proceeded and put the ingredients in and closed the flask. He then adjustet the fire dust heater to medium heat and placed it under the flask.

Then he needed to feel deperate for the first part of the transmutation. The part of his hopeless situation in this equation. While the emotion filled him under the command of his families semblance, he really thought that there was no solution for his problem. But with iron will, he endured and saw how the ingredients after what seemed like ages flow together into a grey liquid. With this the first part was done and he needed to mix some clear spring water, which he got freshly before he began, into the solution. He then pushed away his desperation and filled his mind with hope. Only hope to bring the healing aspect into the equation. And again he waited and let the magic of the new moon work in combination with his emotion.

Would he not have practiced for this situation, to control his emotions to the full extend of them he would have failed. But now after approximatly three morehours of waiting he noticed that the solution began to change to a shiny golden colour.

He still needed to control his emotions a little longe until it got completly golden, but after another 30minutes or so it was finally done. The potion was ready.

In the great hall, 5 minutes later

Jaune bursted through the foors of the great hall, making his family jump and looking at him questioning. It was in the early morning hours and they couldn't sleep for the entire night.

Robert couldn't contain his curiosity:" Did it work? Is it ready"

Jaune just smiled and presented the small flask with the golden potion.

"It is done. Who wants to see the rebirth of me?"

Everyone crouded around him an told him to drink it already. Then, with a sense of finalty, because this was his last shot for a cure, he opened the flask and gulped the liquid down.

It tasted like one would imagine spring: fresh and cool water, mixed with the taste of freshly grown plants. A smell of mountain flowers filled his nose and suddenly, everything was white. Jaune felt like was floating. And for a short time he thought he died. He heard a voice and saw the figure of a man in the light:

"Young Arc, again I meet your kind. I, who gave your ancestors the power over emotion and thus the power of alchemy. I grant you permission to use it against my brothers evil creations. Beware. of. the. queen..."

And suddenly he was awake, surrounded by his family. He remembered that Richard had told about the twin gods of remnant and drew the connection to this figure. But who was this queen? It didn't matter at the moment, because he felt that the sickness had left his body. He felt like dancing forever, his happiness clouding his mind. So he forgot what the figure in the light had told him. Years later he would regret that he forgot. It would have been easier for everyone.