A/N: So here's the long version of the prologue I published as a one-shot :) It's a little long for a prologue so I'm sorry, but it helps set the tone for Volume 2!

Not a lot of action, but lots of character interaction... And a small twist with a certain professor ;)

The Vol 2 Prologue starts now!


In a dark room, too dark too see much else, a small monitor switches on.

It doesn't seem to show very much on the screen, simply a small stool placed in front of a generic blue backdrop. Hushed voices can be heard off-screen.

"Go! We're rolling, you're up, Ruby!"

"No! No go!" An anxious higher-pitched voice replies with a tinge of plea, "Weiss, it's too hard!"

"Ugh..."

And suddenly, a young girl decked in red is thrust into the camera's view, well mostly, at least. Everything below the chrome emblem of a wispy rose on her waist and above her nose is cut off by the frame.

A third voice off-screen, particularly nonchalant compared to the first two, now cuts in.

"Take a few steps back, there's a seat behind you..."

The crimsonette sheepishly takes a seat on the stool behind her with small, nervous steps. Her large silver eyes and worried expression can now be seen on camera.

"I-Is this good, Blake?"

"...there, much better. Go on, we don't have much time."

The red-cloaked girl is clearly uncomfortable as she begins, looking anywhere and everywhere but at the camera itself as an invisible tension now begins to fill the room.

"U-Um...okay." She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, "So, twenty-eight days ago, there was an event... S-Scientists of Vale are still trying to understand its nature, but have so far tracked its origin to a blast in the Emerald Forest between Vale and a smaller town close by called Dorme..."

She cringes before continuing awkwardly, it's evident that something is wrong.

"After the event, n-nearby villagers in the area were reported to be showing weird and mean, even Grimm-like, behavior. The reports have been getting worse, and now there are new reports of both people and Grimm disappearing around the area...and...and-OHH! This is too much!" The girl suddenly cries out, unable to handle the pressure, "Yaaaaang! Where are you!"

A door off-screen is suddenly heard opening and closing, a set of footsteps casually resounding in the room. A bright voice now calls out in response.

"Whoa, what's wrong, Rubes? I was just getting some snacks, sheesh..."

The young girl on screen stands up in distress, "I can't take it, you know how bad I am with talking on camera! It's way worse than fighting Grimm, way worse!"

"C'mon sis, it's just a minute on screen reciting a couple lines, y'know?"

But refusing to cooperate, Ruby now crosses her arms and pouts. Finally, a raven-haired girl walks in from the side of the screen and puts her arm around her peer before glancing back towards someone near the camera, her vibrant amber eyes glinting on screen.

"You should continue for her, Weiss...you're next, anyway."

"Fine."

As Ruby and Blake walk off screen on one side, a nicely dressed snowy-haired girl with a white laced jacket sits down on the stool, mumbling something about the 'dolts' she was surrounded by.

But now straightening up in her seat to took at the camera, the blue-eyed girl daintily places her arms on her lap and adopts a sweet smile as she begins.

"Hello, my name is Weiss Schnee, continuing for my admittedly adorable counterpart who forgot to introduce herself, Ruby Rose. Though the reports she mentioned are true and the title of this script does seem to support the theory, it is highly unlikely that we'll be seeing any zombies roaming around Vale... which would be a rather... brain-draining, turn of events, no?"

And grinning at the camera with her impromptu pun, she waits for a moment as if expecting her team to bust out laughing. Her only response is from Blake.

"No, just no."

And with a mock hurt expression, the Schnee heiress seems to be about to say something before she gets cut off.

"We don't know what they are," The crimsonette begins from off-screen, "but the reports do sound awfully familiar to something else we've seen before..."

The mention of that something else sends a visible shiver down the snowy-haired girl's spine.

And recalling the rather unpleasant battle that had occurred against that certain something, or someone, about a month ago in their Headmaster's gear-filled office on top of the Beacon Clocktower, Weiss merely clears her throat before she continues.

"Ahem... In any case, it was simply the title chosen for this end-of-year freelance video project. To avoid viewer confusion, I would've chosen a title more fitting for the nature of this assignment: Project Freelancer..."

"Uh..." Bale and Yang can be heard off-screen in unison, wanting to respond to the touch of irony but being cut short by an icy glare from the heiress.

"Now, returning to the script," Weiss cooly begins once more, "There are new reports of people and Grimm disappearing from the area, and future chapters will record further investigation in these developing events as a sequel to the written chronicles of The Valean War, also accessible through the same means with which you, the viewer, are watching this video."

And breaking her calm and collected on-screen character once more, the heiress suddenly exhales sharply in derision.

"...Though honestly, I find it hard to believe that someone would even go through the hassle of documenting the events that led up to that final battle of the war, much less the blast itself. It almost tore Vale apart! Not to mention what happened to Xiao Long..."

"Shh!" Ruby and Blake shushed quickly off-screen at the mention of the brawler.

"Weiss..." the crimsonette continued with an angry sigh and a hushed tone, "Yang can hear you..."

"Uh, I can hear you saying that I can hear you, Ruby." The brawler cuts in, the usual joyful undertone in her voice now muted with the memory of the event. Nonetheless, the snowy-haired girl takes heed of their advice and continues.

"Hmpf. Very well. To continue explaining the nature of this project, I will invite my next teammate to the seat, who I'm sure can introduce herself."

And getting up to leave towards a side of the small screen, the quiet faunus-girl in black quietly walks over and shyly sits on the stool. With a small smile, she looks at the camera and begins.

"Hi, my name is Blake Bellerdo- bleh. Belladonna." She looks up to someone by the camera with an adorable chuckle, "Heh, we can edit that part out later, right?"

"Umm...sure?" Yangs voice replies off screen, after which Blake composes herself and looks back at the camera with a renewed smile.

"My name is Blake Belladonna, and I'm here to discuss why this script is being labeled a one-shot. First, because we've also been asked to cover the Vytal Tournament before all else, which has now been taken over by General Ironwood. Each match will be its own one-shot."

Blake quickly looks down at what seems like hastily scribbled notes on her wrist and looks back up.

"Secondly, because our clearance to document our investigations by video is still pending, and Headmaster Ozpin has been quite explicit that in this case we follow the rules as best we can. After all... we're some of the very few who know what really happened at the battle of Landfall Ruins..."

And breaking eye-contact with the camera, her gaze is now becoming distant as she softly sighs, quelling some deep-down emotion that was trying to fight its way up. But she too now breaks from the script.

"There was a young man, a Hunter at heart who didn't even know who he was when he literally fell into our lives... we all learned, grew and fought together when darker forces arrived on Remnant. I liked to think he was invincible. He wasn't." She looks down again as she furtively wipes her eye just inside the bottom view of the camera frame, "He laid down his life for us all at Landfall Ruins to save Vale from a very powerful Grimm General."

Finally calming down, she looks back up to the camera with a caring determination and a small smile of hope.

"So one day, when we've solved this mystery and have laid waste to these new threats rising around us, we will release the chronicles of The Valean War and show this video to all who will watch it... and that way everyone on Remnant will know about the true acts of heroism performed that day, including those by my trusted partner, who will conclude this presentation... with a Yang."

"Ah! Your first pun!" The blonde now runs into the shot and hugs the catgirl with mirth, "Ohh, I'm so proud of you! Now go, go go, it's my turn!"

As Blake walks away with another small chuckle, the brawler now sits in the seat excitedly and begins getting herself ready with a smirk while checking herself on the reflection of the camera lens, adjusting her various articles of clothing over her incredible features and leaning a bit towards the camera as she puts on some lip gloss.

"Not bad, Blake! You're quite remarkable on video!" Weiss mentions off-screen to the raven-haired girl.

"Thanks. Maybe I have a counterpart in another universe with her own video blog or something..." the unseen Blake replies with a modest smile that shows through her voice.

And popping her lips a few times to make sure the coat is even, Yang now sits back and ruffles her hair to full volume before flashing the camera with her trademark grin and a one-liner.

"So stay tuned, folks! Till next time, and Happy Reading!"

I watch the girl wink at the camera from inside the small production room behind the set and cut the scene there. I still can't believe how she manages to hide her true feelings so well... especially after everything she lost.

I walk over into the set and loudly clap my hands once in approval.

"Aaand, that's a wrap, girls! Great job!"

The crimsonette speaks up first, still blushing over her cinematic mishap.

"Do you think we'll do good with our investigation project after summer vacation, Professor Dandelion?"

I look over the four Huntresses-in-training after hearing the question... each so powerful yet so fragile in their own distinct ways.

"You wanna know what I think?" I ask with a grin and the most encouraging tone I can muster, "I think it looks like things are shaping up to be an... interesting second year."

"A good one, I hope," Blake adds with a small grin, "will there be anything else for today, Professor?"

I couldn't help wincing a bit when they called me that a second time. Truth is, I was just playing the part.

I'm not a Professor.

Sure, I look like I could be one... I quickly think over Blake's question as I cross my arms, creasing the sleeves of my charcoal grey suit not very unlike Ozpin's over my black Oxford shirt, unbuttoned at the top.

"Now that I think of it, Miss Belladonna, yes there is..."

And sure, my friends usually told me I could pass for a teacher, that I looked older than I am. But they would then say it was because I acted so mature and professional... HAH! yea, right... I just look old haha! But in reality I'm barely a couple years older than the girls in this room, one or two of them I'm sure will turn eighteen any day now.

But hey, doing gymnastics tends to age the male visage and body a bit.

Oops, Im drifting into an internal monologue again... Which explains why these four girls are staring at me waiting for me to continue, Yang now speaking up first.

"Which would beee?"

"...Uhh, right. Since today will be our last class, we'll need a final review. So, we'll be having individual interviews to compliment the video project!"

And in the instant that the girls turn to each other to trade nonchalant shrugs accepting the idea, I quickly go over how I got here in the first place.


I wish I could say I drilled my way into their world with a fabled Core Drill or dropped in using the top-secret trans-reality teleportation device in RoosterTeeth's basement after bribing Barbara with maple syrup, distracting Bernie with the latest Halo installment on the 3D tv in his office and knocking Monty out cold. I know it's there. Has to be. But that's not how I got here.

I am a Self Insert.

A byproduct of a long and grueling battle in my subconscious one night after the events of the final battle of The Valean War. And finally, I got myself into the story! But the catch is, I only have one chapter to gear things in the direction they need to go, and in the twenty-eight days I've had, I think I've done pretty good. I now look over at Ruby.

"If you would like to follow me to my office, Miss Rose, you will go first."

As the girl in the rouge hood and I walk out of the production set and towards my office adjacent to the production room, I can't help but smirk at my good work.

In four weeks, I had infiltrated Beacon's staff thanks to a false resume (thanks for the idea, Jaune!), cemented my position as temporary Professor of Journalism, and had ensured that team RWBY chose my elective as their end-of-year assignment. Which involved crossing out all other available elective openings with four-letter team names I made up. Sure, I'd probably be fired for that, but tonight was gonna be my last night in this universe anyway.

But why did I have to do all this for team RWBY?...

Ruby and I enter my small office and I flick on the light to reveal a generic desk and chair in the middle of the room with an empty metal bookcase to one side and a plastic seat near the door.

"Please, pull up the chair and take a seat."

The crimsonette complies before asking, "So how long's the interview gonna be?"

I let out a small smile as I sit as well and take out my trusty pen and notepad, "Not long... Just a question. One question..."

Why did I have to do all this? Because I know what's coming, and only teams RWBY, JNPR and VNDS can save Remnant now.

But the difference with Ruby's team is that characters from all four of these girls' pasts will soon come into play in ways they can't even imagine... And I have to know that they're ready. Thankfully, with four weeks of planning, I had whittled it down to just one question to know for sure.

"Miss Rose, what... What would you say to Davin Rosfield if he were alive today?"

The young girl pales, shuffling a bit in her seat before trying to respond and looking down, twiddling her fingers sheepishly as she does.

"Um... That's a weird question to ask... But uh, I guess I'd say I miss him, a lot. I mean, I guess as a Huntress I'll probably have to get used to that kind of thing, and I've lost people I've cared about before... But yeah, I'd tell him I miss him, and that we really wish he were here..."

I finish jotting down my notes before looking back up at her with a smile. I hope it's encouraging.

"I see. Those are very kind words, Miss Rose. That'll be all. If you could please ask Miss Schnee to come to my office now, it'll be much appreciated." The red leader begins to get up to leave with a small smile of her own, but I continue anyway, "But as a future Huntress, I advise you continue to cherish those you still have, even if they're friends and family you haven't seen in a while..."

She turns to give me a happy nod before leaving.

"...After all, you never know who will pop up in your life again."


After a minute or two, the heiress now enters the office and sits with arms crossed in the seat across from me in a huff. I figure she's not impressed with my workspace.

"Alright, Miss Schnee, just one question... What would you say to Davin Rosfield if he were alive today?"

I watch as her surprised reaction quickly turns icy cold in rejection.

"Are you serious? How does that question relate to anything, I'm not going to answer that!"

I frown at the response... her lack of sympathy worries me with what she's got coming to her. She gets up, but instead of leaving, she ominously leans on my desk with one hand while pointing at me with another. She does not look happy.

"You know, I'm not quite sure what to think about you, Mister Dandelion... if that is your real name."

I casually raise my brow at the hostile turn of events.

"Oh? Why so, young lady?"

"Hah! Don't play the dunce, it doesn't suit you!" She responds with a menacing tone, "I'm a Schnee, and as such have access to both public and private records through my family's company! And I've come to find certain discrepancies in your record... for example, your first name is 'Savage'!? How do they let a man with that name even enter this respectable Academy!"

"...Uhh, in my defense, Savage was a childhood nickname I was given playing football... It kinda stuck, and I just rolled with it from there."

A confused expression as the icy girl rests both hands on my desk no less menacingly.

"Oh! Uhh... Playing Grifball, I mean."

"Hmpf. Very well, but try explaining your fake resume so easily!" Oh crap, this is going south fast! "You see, Dandelion, I knew Jaune's transcripts were fake from the beginning, for example... then again, who was I to keep him from getting himself killed by his own choices, hmm? But after he survived initiation, I figured maybe he wouldn't turn out to be so bad. Turns out my intuition was rather well-founded!"

Now she resumes the pointing rant.

"You, on the other hand, are not a student, and doubtfully even a Hunter. So give me one good reason why my intuition wouldn't be as well-founded by reporting you this very instant to the authorities!"

She now straightens up, crossing her arms with a self-satisfied smirk as I merely lean forward and set my arms on the desk in front of me. I lock my gaze with hers as I respond.

"The Royal Test."

And with those three little words, I watch her icy bravado shatter, her incredulous form plopping back into her seat as she continues to stare blankly at me.

"H-How do you know about that?"

I cross my arms and sit back as I think of the best response. Not that I didn't see the possibility of this situation arising long ago.

"Because I do. But don't worry, unlike the group of people you associated with before Beacon, I'm not one to use knowledge for my own nefarious purposes. I'm here to help, Weiss."

"Well...who are you, then?" I was now looking at a little girl in white, her usual cold front down if at least for a moment to reveal... I dunno, something else.

"I'm a friend... a fan, you could even say. Look, I know this may sound cliche, but the question you need to be asking is who you are. Miss Schnee, I know you belong to a very powerful and prominent family, and I know your father put you and your sister through several tests that children simply aren't built for. So believe me when I say I understand your dilemma, and why you avoid your family so much."

"..,Not all of them... did you ever meet my mother?" She now asks meekly, a touch of unexpected warmth at the last word.

"No, I did not," I responded. Her mother had passed away early in Weiss' life, leaving her and her twin sister Winter in their bereaved and therefore cold father's care. He hadn't coped well with the loss of his wife, becoming terribly overbearing with his daughters over the years.

"...But Weiss, I'm here now to warn you that you can't run from your name forever, you will need to face your family eventually... and maybe even sooner than you think. So I advise you learn to trust those along whose sides you fight. I know life may have made you cold, but don't let it turn you to stone. Cuz you're not."

"You sound so sure..." The snowy-haired girl remarks with a dejected undertone.

"That's because I am. The girl in the mirror you see, Weiss..." I now mention in terms only she would know, "She doesn't have to be the loneliest of them all..."

She closes her eyes and takes a long pained sigh before nodding her head. After a brief moment, she finally speaks up as she stands from her seat.

"Davin was different. He never viewed me as cold... Maybe he was able to see more of who I am under my family emblem, like you do. *sigh* If he were still alive, I would thank him for that... and also apologize for not mourning him like I should've. I guess I have enough sorrow as-is."

As she turns to leave the door, I call out to her one more time before she reaches the threshold.

"Everyone is entitled to their own sorrow, for the heart has no metrics or form of measure..."

She didn't turn to look at me, but I caught a slight smile on the side of her face as she finished the quote.

"And all of it... Irreplaceable." she finally turns to smirk at me before continuing, her normal personality now returning, "I'll go fetch Belladonna."

Turns out she isn't too far gone. I guess I was right about her after all.


It only took another minute for the cat-faunus to come through my door. I remind myself that I'm not supposed to know her secret and decide to hold back from mentioning it if possible.

"Hello, Professor Dandelion."

"H-Hi!"

Crap! This is not the time to lose my cool. Even though Blake is totally my favorite, I can't just fanboy over her right now like a stuttering idiot!

"Ahem... Er, hello, Miss Belladonna."

"Heh, you said that already..." She mentions with a light-hearted chuckle as she sits in the chair across from me.

I had only been working with team RWBY for a week, getting the script written up and directing the cues and all that other stuff I'd learned about after watching Michael Bay, Luc Besson and Doug Liman doing their cinematography thing. But I'd never been with her alone, so yea. And now, if she's anything like I think she is, then I don't doubt she's already caught on to my nerves.

Might as well tell the truth.

"Yeah, sorry about that. You remind me of someone I used to know... A very close friend of mine, who I'm very sad to say I eventually lost to time and space."

She seemed to slouch a bit, and interestingly enough, I noticed her bow droop a bit, too.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I... know the feeling..."

Full disclosure, it's actually the truth. She is so much like her, Blake's entire character reminding me of a girl I used to know, you know, 'the one that got away'. She was my best friend. But you know how it is, sometimes it isn't meant to be. And I figure if I'm inserting myself into this, heck, I might as well be honest about it.

"Old relationship? Must've been a knuckle-head boyfriend to let you go." Sorry, couldn't help asking.

"Who said anything about a boyfriend?" She replies with a suggestive smirk and raised brow, but promptly resumes her nonchalant air as she continues, "He... was more of a mentor, actually."

"I see. A knuckle-head mentor, then."

She chuckles a bit at the admittedly lame joke, and then takes a moment to consider her response. I can tell she's trying to figure me out as the room falls into a brief silence.

"You're not much older than us, are you." Hmm, not a bad deduction.

"Nope. I figure two, three years tops. But you know, they're pulling temp Professors right out of combat academy these days."

"Hah, I see that," she points out with a grin, "...you're about his age too, then. His name is Adam. He even wore a suit like yours... except in black."

Okay, wait a minute. It took her months to reveal that info to her team, and she tells me this guy's name in minutes?

"Oh wow, name dropping our ex-es already? We must really be hitting it off!" I can't help pointing it out in jest. Yea, she'll probably just brush it off, but meh, I like poking fun at the obvious.

But to my surprise, she lets out a genuine laugh. That's... a first. I don't remember her doing that before.

"Yes... I believe we are."

Aah... crapberries. In a professional environment, at a desk, and talking about relationships. Exactly how I hit it off with the girl I eventually darn near fell in love with. I can't let myself allow this, it'd seriously mess with this storyline...

"Well, then, that's nice," I begin curtly as I try to compose myself, causing her to raise an eyebrow in question, "Anyway, I was mentioning earlier about the interview, there's one question I'll need to ask."

She sighs, seemingly disappointed about the sudden change of direction in a conversation that seemed to be going well. Clearly, she usually doesn't hit it off so easily with others, and I can still remember how her first encounters went with her own team during her first day at Beacon. Eesh. Sorry Blake... maybe in another fic.

"Sure, shoot."

"What, uh... What would you say to Davin Rosfield if he were alive today?"

She sits back and glares at me for a second, her gorgeous amber eyes flashing as if silently rebuking me for asking such a thing. But after a moment or two, her gaze softens a bit as she begins to ponder it over. It's then that I realize that she's the kind of girl who spends five minutes thinking up a storm and then summarizing it in a five word answer, which she eventually does.

"I think he's still alive."

I'm pretty sure I visibly jump at the comment.

"Wait... What?"

"That's right," she responds, "I have faith in Vin. And being that faith can be said to be the assured expectation of things hoped for or unseen, then I can very well say that just because we can't see him doesn't mean he's dead. If he were here, I'd tell him I never lost faith in him."

"That's... very deep, Blake," I mention sincerely, "May that faith hold fast if ever put to the test. You never know when or where it'll come from."

"I plan to."

I smile as I watch her stand up and straighten out her black lace vest. She's a tough cookie, that one.

"I can tell you're not from around here," she suddenly comments, "Will we ever see you again?"

Huh. She was better at figuring me out than I thought.

"After today? No, likely not."

"Well then, I'll go get Yang," the catgirl mentions softly, but before making her way to the door she stops and sends herself off with the same expression she did to her mentor so long ago.

"Goodbye."


"How do you know his name?"

I sit at my seat, now looking at a somewhat ticked blonde who is leaning on my desk, not unlike her icy teammate ad done earlier, after having been asked the same question I've asked her team. Oh and yeah, she's on fire.

To put it in few words, I'd say this interview is a stark contrast to the previous ones. Unlike the others, this student looked like she was about to choke me... I now realize it would've been helpful to ask exactly how Yang was taking her loss at Landfall Ruins.

"Look, all I know is that he was a part of a team that you knew well, and the question is simply an exercise to determine how well you can handle the hypothetically unexpected."

"That's bull!" Yang retorts hotly, a wall of heat lashing at my face, "Why do you want to know!"

I promtly stand up to face her, leaning down on my desk as well until she and I are nearly face to face despite the painful heat.

"Because if you were to react like this to anything or anyone from your past who pops up in your life again, I can guarantee you right now that things won't go well for you."

The stern response seems to catch her off-guard... Her eyes quickly revert to lilac and she steps back, blinking once or twice as she processes what I just said.

"W-What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about my duty to you as a teacher," I add with the same level of intensity as before to regain control over the situation, "and as such, it is my responsibility to prepare you for the unexpected as a Huntress!"

Hah, nailed it!

"Well you're still crossing a line," Yang replied with a tinge of warning still present in her voice, "and teacher or not, I'll still send you through a wall for crossing it!"

"Oh will you now?" Its a gamble, but I need to test her control. After all, she is the strongest of the four.

In response, she engages Ember Celica around her uniform jacket sleeves. Okay, maybe she's actually serious.

Time to play my trump card.

I pull my trusty pen out of my inside coat pocket, a beauty made of pure onyx stone with a band of grey mother-of-pearl around it between two strips of adamantium. Yang's brow goes up as she studies my choice of weapon.

"Your go-to weapon as a Hunter is a pen?"

"Well, you know what they say," I reply with a confident smirk, "the pen is mightier than the sword..."

"Soo... Your weapon is a pen that mecha-shifts into a sword?"

Meh, who am I kidding.

"...No. It's... actually just a pen." No! Stick with the bluff! "But, it might not be just a pen! So tell me, Xiao Long, do you really wanna know what happens when I push this here little button on the tip!?"

A moment of suspenseful silence.

Finally, we both snort trying to hold back our laughter at the unnecessarily intense moment, the brawler now scratching her head with an amused sigh.

"Handling the unexpected, huh? I get it, I get it..."

"Yea," I reply, glad that she understood the lesson, "Sorry if it pushed your buttons, though."

"Meh, it's okay. I've learnt to keep control and all in this kind of situation, and you're right, even though I'm ready to face whoever tries to mess with Remnant or my friends with gauntlets blazing, it'll be with 'appropriate restraint', as Glynda puts it. I guess Vin is still sort of a sore subject for me, that's all..."

She now looks over at me with some amusement as I pat down my overly-dried hair and sit to pull out some chapstick from my cabinet.

"I noticed. And it's alright, I don't blame you. I assume you both were close?" I've been asking lots of questions I already know the answer to today...

"Yeah, we were... But it isn't an excuse to go nuclear on anyone I talk to about it!"

"Fair enough! At least I know you've got it in ya to be a fierce contender at the Vutal tournament!" I mention warm-heartedly as I get up again and begin escorting her to the door and into the hallway.

She chuckles as we step into the open courtyard at the end of the hallway, dimly lit by the starry night and hologram lampposts.

"Heh, I heard people stopped calling it that after Ironwood took over and rumors came out on a twist to the tourney..."

"Oh? What are they calling it now?" I can't help asking. Didn't know about that one.

"Word on the street is that they're calling it The Trials."

"Sounds ominous," I shrug as we stop near the fountain, ready to part ways, "Oh, and before I forget... You never answered my question."

"What I'd say to Vin if he were alive?" She asks with a smirk.

"Bingo."

She pauses for a moment, just a moment, before answering resolutely.

"Easy. I'd tell him I love him."

I merely grin as we begin to part ways. The four of them are ready.

And as Yang and I reach opposite ends of the fountain, the flowing water obscuring our view to each other, I call out to her one final time.

"Take care then! I wish the best for you and your endeavors, Lil Sun Dragon!"

Immediately recognizing the nickname, the blonde dashes to the other side of the fountain only to see that I'm long gone, shooting through somewhere in space back to my universe.

No, I am not Davin Arc. I am a Self Insert.

And it was awesome.

Savage out.


A/N: So there's the prologue, a fun personal project that I used to help set the mood for the next volume at the request of a good friend :) And now the volume name makes sense! I know it probably seems unnecessary, but I hope you like the unabridged prologue!

Stay tuned for Volume 2-1, The White Knight!

Happy Reading!