Here we are everyone, the final chapter. This will wrap up the Battle of Beacon arc, as well as the Remnant of a Dream story. Next time you see me will be when my next story comes out. Remember I have poll (that has received no votes) for my next story. Vote on what you want to see, and I that will be posted in a few months.

I want to first thank everyone who followed and favorited this story, you helped me make sure I kept posting and improving my writing. Next I want to give very special thanks to swift56 for collaborating with me on the A Dance With the Devil, it was a lot of fun working with you on that takes place not to long after this chapter does.

Now, without further aidu, please sit back and enjoy.


Chapter 52: Fallout

People run around everywhere at the Vale medical center. After the Battle of Beacon, everyone who got injured was taken here, while those who were able to help, assisted the overworked staff. Auron lies in one of the rooms with plenty of machines attached to his body, his left side covered with bandages to stop the flow of blood to his missing left arm. Ren sits in the chair next to him with much smaller bandages wrapped around his body. Tidus remains unconscious next to Auron as the doctors monitor his vitals. Airu stands outside the room, her face stained with tears. In her hands lies Weiss's white rapier.

The sounds of shouting draws her attention to the counter not far from her. Arguing with the attendant is a older man with short white hair and a bushy mustache. He wears a white business suit and pants with an apparent briefcase in his hand. Looking to his side, she notices Winter standing next to him. Airu wipes her face of tears as she walks over to the scene.

"What do you mean my daughter's not here?" he demands, "You told me that every student was at least given a basic check-up when they arrived! So where is my daughter?"

"Is there something I can help you with?" Airu asks, trying to be polite. The white haired man turns to her, giving Airu a look of disgust.

"You can take your fucking wings and fly as far away from me as you can, Faunus scum."

"Father!" gasps Winter as she walks over to Airu's side. "Airu, do you know where Weiss is?"

"Knowing the murderous bastard she probably put her head-"

"She disappeared," interrupts Airu as she brings out Weiss's weapon to show them. "I don't know what happened, all I know is that I found this" Airu bows and holds out the blade in respect.

"You filthy animal! You probably killed her during all the commotion! I bet you are some White Fang assassin who is trying to kill me! You offer my daughter's sword like some sort of peace offering, just so you can stab me when I turn my back!" Airu looks up, ready to make a comeback, to find incoming hand of Mr. Schnee meet her face. The harpy falls to the floor, eyes filled with rage and remorse as she holds the white rapier in her hand.

"I didn't kill her. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did." Mr. Schnee readies another response, Winter cuts him off.

"Father, there is something you should know," she declares, "Airu here is Weiss's girlfriend." Silence fills the air as Mr. Schnee clenches his fists.

"How long has this been going on?" he asks as he shakes with rage.

"Around two months," Airu replies, slowly lowering the white rapier. Mr. Schnee relaxes himself a little, still staring at the harpy.

"This is going to bring shame to our family if this gets, are you okay with this Winter?"

"Yes I am, father. The two told me themselves a few days ago, and Airu does care deeply for her." Mr. Schnee signs in defeat.

"I suppose, I could try and accommodate for you. If you wish, you could… stay with us for the time being, until Beacon is rebuilt. Try anything funny and I will personally end your stay."

"I would like that but.."

"Is there a problem staying with my family?"

"It's not that. I have a lot of...business to take care of myself in Atlas. I might not be there the entire time."

"That should be fine, Airu," assures Winter, "Whatever you need, we will be there to help."

"Thank you. Mr. Schnee, I accept your offer."

"Since you will be staying with use, I suppose you should call me by my name." Mr. Schnee holds out his hand reluctantly. "Jacques Schnee."

Airu takes his hand with a firm grasp. "Airu Mirai. And by the way, I prefer the term 'harpy' over Faunus."

"Noted. Meet us at the docks in three days, that should give you time to explain what has happened to your team." The two release their grip on the other's hand and Jacques leaves the hospital with Winter in tow. He stops at the door and turns back to Airu. "When you find my daughter, make sure you return her sword to her, she will appreciate it."


Ren steps outside his hospital room to stretch his legs when one of the doctors notices him. "Mr. Glain," the female doctor says, "Can you please return to your room? I have to discuss some of your test results with you."

"Yeah, sure," he complies, walking back into the room and sitting on his hospital bed. He takes one of the carrots from his try and holds it like a cigar, taking a small bite. "What's up doc?"

"I have some good news and some bad news."

"Give me the good news first." The female doctor shifts through her papers as she looks to her patient.

"Well, you vitals are all good and you should be released tomorrow. No serious injuries, just take it easy for a few days though."

"Alright, now what is the bad?"

"When we were doing a brain scan, we noticed some irregularities. Mostly in the region of your personality." Ren sits up straighter as he listens to the doctor go over his tests. "We noticed that you seem to bounce between different personality traits. One minute you are calm and collected, the next you are wild and dramatic, and from what you told police, even cold and sadistic. These are usually signs of multiple personality disorder, but you seem to always be aware of who you are when you shift."

"I change my actions based on the situation. Is there a problem with that?"

"It's not that, it's just…" The doctor trails off, trying to find the words to explain his condition. "I may have an idea of what could be going on. Did you go through any traumatic experiences that you can remember?"

"No I…" Ren trails off as well, remembering what happened on the isle. "Yes."

"I understand if you don't want to talk about it now, but I do recommend seeing a therapist. It would help y-"

"No it won't!" Ren shouts, interrupting the doctor, "You won't understand, any of you! You say you can help, but you can't! This blood on my hands can't be washed off! You will hear my story and lock me up! I am not insane! I am not some psycho! This is not something you can handle! I can and will manage myself perfectly! Just leave!"

"Mr. Glain, if you would just consid-"

"I said leave! Get the fuck away from me! And discharge me now! I am getting out of this fucking Hellhole!" The female doctor runs out as Ren lies down on his bed. A minute later, his door opens up again. "I thought I told you to leave!"

"I am afraid we still have much to discuss Ren," corrects the male voice at the door. Looking up, Ren stares into the eyes of General Ironwood in his new suit.

"You're right General, like how you got your body ripped in half yet you stand here in front of me."

"How did you find that out?" Ren reaches up and activates his eyepiece, letting the orange screen cover his right eye.

"Scanned your body when we met originally. I have to say the technology is impressive."

"It seems you are the right man for the job then."

"It seems my greatness is finally being recognized by the very be-"

"Just meet me at this address in three months," Ironwood interrupts, "I won't be able to return to Atlas now until I have found a way to clear my name. And bring Ruby with you."

"Alright. See you around James."

"It's General Ironwood."

"Not until we clear your name." Ironwood sighs in defeat.

"Just get there in three months."


Seymour slowly walks up the white staircase lines with purple crystals residing outside the kingdoms. Grimm wonder around in the Badlands freely in search of any wanderers to consume. Behind the former maester are two sets of Gemini fiends acting as bodyguards. Standing atop the stairs, a woman with pale white skin and black veins running along her arms and face. She ties her white hair in a bun with six sections coming from it. On her shoulders rest her dark black cloak, matching the sclera of her eyes with red irises.

"A smaller, more honest soul…," she begins, not yet acknowledging the presence of Seymour, "It's true that a simple spark can ignite hope, breathe fire into the hearts of the weary. The ability to derive strength from hope is undoubtedly mankind's greatest attribute. Which is why I will focus all of my power... to snuff it out.

"How does it feel, knowing that all of your time and effort has been for nothing? That your guardians have failed you? That everything you've built will be torn down before your very eyes? Your faith in mankind was not misplaced. When banded together, unified by a common enemy, they are a noticeable threat. But divide them, place doubt into their minds, and any semblance of power they once had will wash away.

"Of course, they won't realize it at first. Like you, they'll cling to their fleeting hope, their aspirations. But this is merely the first move. So you send your guardians, your Huntsmen and Huntresses, and when they fail and you turn to your smaller soul, know that you send her to the same pitiful demise. This is the beginning of the end, Ozpin." Her eyes glow red as she looks to the body crystal in air in front of her. "It will only be a matter of time before your mine."

"Lady Salem, I have returned," announces Seymour as he bows before her.

"Was the attack a success?" she asks.

"Unfortunately Cinder was killed in battle. She lost the powers of the maiden in the process."

"And what of your progress Lord Seymour?"

"I was able to gather a large number of pyreflies from the battle. As long as they continue destroying fiends, Sin shall be recreated. When that time comes, we shall rule this world together. We will end their suffering, end the spiral of death, and create a world where our children shall roam free. The Grimm and Fiends will walk this world with no opposition."

"That is good to hear. The loss of Cinder was rather pitiful, but lackeys are disposable. I assume you have her replacement?"

"Yes, I brought her along for just such an occasion." Seymour stands to the side to reveal a young woman with her face under the cover of her white cloak. "Say hello to your new master, Summer Rose." The young woman looks up, her red hair covering her blank eyes.

"Hello master," she says in monotone, "What are your orders?"


Team CRDL runs down an alleyway, trying to get away from a large bird. Compared to a Nevermore, it is small, but the buzzard is much larger than most birds the boys have seen. Cardin trips over a loose pipe lying on the ground. Dove and Russel help him up while Sky keeps running. The buzzard flies past them, landing in front of Sky, prompting him to raise his weapon.

"Why must you humans always resort to hostility?" the buzzard asks. Slowly, the large bird begins to twist and contort its body. The buzzard's beak turns into two lips and a human face takes its place. Soon, it stands over the boys at just over six feet tall without the box's extra three feet.

The buzzard man looms over them, wearing a black leather jacket with a blank tank top, black jeans, and black boots. Tattoos of Grimm cover his arms and body as his unwashed hair goes down to his back. His pale white face is offset by a long black beard that reaches the center of his chest.

"Just who the Hell are you?" Cardin asks as he readies his mace.

"Me? I am the Eater of Worlds, the Deity of Darkness, the Reaper of Souls. I am the Buzzard."

"What do you want?" A large, creepy smile forms on the face of the Buzzard.

"Now we are getting somewhere. Tell me boys, is there something you desire?"

"Yeah, there is. Why?" The Buzzard reaches out a hand to the young boy.

"Come with me boys. You do the job you are given, and Lord Seymour and Lady Salem will grant your wishes. They will give you unimaginable powers, and you will become gods. Those who said they would protect you lied. Can't you see it? They promised safety, yet the school you once attended is destroyed. They lied! Come with me, I would never lie to you."

Cardin looks back to his team with a grin, and they follow suit. "Where do we sign?"


Two minutes and forty-one seconds a new record. High Summoner Yuna emerges from the water with a rippling splash as she gasps for air. In the eighteen months that followed her defeat of Sin, she has remained in the small village of Besaid, dealing with the political matters that have followed the sudden change to the culture of Spira.

After many of the teaching of Yevon had been disproved, the temples established a new following with new teachings, to which they called New Yevon. Those who wanted the guidance they had before followed the new teachings while those who were sick of the near thousand year religion, became part of the Youth League. The Youth League aims to preserve and display Spira's true history, while not being bound to the teachings of Yevon.

The past eighteen months had been filled with nothing but meetings from both sides asking her to join one or the other, to help with the smaller ordeals of the people, or the much needed sleep from her daily obligations. When she could, she would actually try to learn how to play blitzball, with Wakka helping her out whenever he could. "Hey, Yuna!" someone calls with a thick accent and gathering the attention of the young summoner. The brown haired young woman turns to the sound of the voice originating from the pathway connecting the beach and the village.

The owner of the voice, Wakka, wears a blue headband to hold up his red hair, styled into a coif, with a yellow vest top that reaches just above his stomach, and a blue and yellow pair of trousers that look very loose despite not reaching his ankles. A yellow shoulder pad rests on his left side that connects to a yellow arm guard and around his neck is a small dolphin necklace.

"There is someone wanting to speak with you at the village."

"Alright, give me a moment Wakka," Yuna replies. She sighs in annoyance before swimming to the sandy beach. Once the water becomes shallow enough to stand in, she plants her feet to the ocean floor and pushes herself out of the crystal clear water. As the water runs down her body, she reveals the outfit she donned throughout her pilgrimage.

The High Summoner wears a purple pleated, flower-patterned dress, black boots, a black spaghetti-string camisole under a white sash that wraps around her neck and over her chest. A bright yellow ribbon wraps around her waist, forming a bow that rests upon her lower back. There is also two kimono like sleeves that run from her forearms down that transition in color from white to a very faint pink.

As she approaches her former guardian, he looks to her and asks, "Still thinking about him, ya?"

"It's kinda hard to forget someone like him," she replies somberly, "But at the same time, I don't want to forget about him either. I promised I would find him, and I will. I just don't know how." Yuna hangs her head at the thought of her incompetence when a reassuring hand reaches her shoulder.

"And you will, trust me Yuna. But right now, the people look up to you as a symbol of hope. We better get going, we don't want…" The retired blitzball player trails off as his eyes look out towards the beach. Lying on the beach, face down, a young girl wearing a white dress with her white hair tied in a ponytail washes ashore. "I'll head to the village and get some help, you take care of the girl, ya."

Yuna turns around, confusion running through her head as she looks to where his vision was just focused, and notices the girl. She nods in confirmation as she begins running to the beach, the sand crunching under her boots as she wonders how much time the young girl has. The High Summoner slides to her knees as she reaches the girl, sending sand into the air that covers their clothes.

She quickly turns over the white clad girl, searching for any signs of life. Faintly, a light and peaceful breath is taken from the girl from the water. As a precaution, Yuna raises her palms to the girl as a bright green glow begins to emanate around them. "Curaga!" she chants as the green glow moves from her hands to the young girl, washing over her with a mild chiming of bells and a healing light.

The unconscious girl coughs a couple time in exhaustion, rather than from a lack of air. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she opens her eyes to the shining sun above, beating down upon her pale white skin. She covers her eyes, mostly due to the light, but also in hopes that all she is seeing is a dream, and that she is really back home.

"Are you okay?" Yuna asks the young girl, her out of her thoughts. The white haired girl sighs and moves her hand from her eyes, once more bringing in the light. She slowly sits up and turns to the High Summoner with a look of worry in her eyes.

"I think so," she replies weakly, "Just wondering how I wound up on a beach, that's all." Yuna giggles silently, not quite sure if the last comment was a joke or not.

"It looks like you washed up from the sea. Was there a shipwreck nearby?" The young girl shook her head and began working her way to her feet.

"I wasn't on a ship." She pauses momentarily to stretch and push some of her hair out of her face, revealing a scar going over her left eye. "I was fighting Grimm at Beacon, searching for my friends, when somebody was dropped off the tower."

Yuna looks to the girl in confusion. "Beacon? Grimm? What are you talking about? Did you have a bad dream or something?" The young girl turns to the Yuna with a look of disgust, shock, and anger.

"I did not have a bad dream. How could you not know about Beacon, one of the most prestigious schools of Huntsmen in all of Remnant? I bet now you are going to tell me you know nothing about Dust. And surely you must have… Grimm…" The young girl trails off when a sudden realization comes to mind. "This is not Remnant is it." Yuna shakes her head in denial.

"No, no this is not."

"Dear Oum," the young girl curses, "Miss…"

"Yuna."

"Miss Yuna, please answer me honestly; is this Spira?" Yuna cocks her head to side in confusion of the question as the sound of waves crashing against the beach fill the awkward silence.

"Yeah, I am guessing you are not from here." The white haired girl sighed in defeat as she realizes she is in fact, not home, but in Spira.

"You would be correct. Allow me to introduce myself." The white haired girl assumes a more formal position, one that represents class, wealth, and in some cases, royalty, and extends her right hand while her left sits behind her back. "I am Weiss Schnee, it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Yuna."


I am such an asshole leaving you all with so many cliff hangers. Just when you think you have all the answers, more questions are asked. Also, one thing I want to make clear now. Tidus and Auron were in Remnant for nine months. Eternal Calm takes place 18 months from the end of FFX, and FFX-2 takes place two years after FFX. That means Spira's time moves two times faster than Remnants.

So, because I am nice, I am going to explain a little bit of what will be happening if When Dreams Become Nightmares is voted to become the next story I write.

3 months after the Battle of Beacon, Team AART is separated. Searching for answers, Airu and Winter head to the Frozen Cliffs to follow the mystery of Tuz Madar when they come across an unlikely ally in Neo. When they arrive, they are taken back to the Isle of Warriors to find their answers, and even fight in a tournament.

Ren tries to fight his mental struggles as he and Ruby work with General Ironwood to find the answers they need in Mistrial. Will the voices get to him, or will be take control of his fragile mind?

Auron and Yang have lost more than anyone else. Both down an arm, the two must force themselves to fight again as they search for the one person who can help them. Can the two find Raven? Who is this Buzzard character?

Tidus, after staying with the Arc family for three months, is ready to move on again. With one of his closest friends missing, he and the rest of Team JNPR journey to Vauco to search for the leader of the Black Fang, a organization trying to go back to the old ways of the White Fang while trying to stomp out the terrorist group. All while finding the answers to Odin as Team TNJR (Teenager).

After waking up in Spira six months ago, Weiss now joins Yuna, Rikku, and Paine as the Gullwings. Together, the four will journey across Spira in search of a way home, as well as to what really happened to Tidus. And how will they deal with the Leblanc's Syndicate with the recent addition of the assassin Carrie.

There is a lot more planned, but that is just a quick overview. There is still the remaining Maidens, Summer Rose the mindless, and the mysterious Buzzard. But until that day arrives, I must bid you all farewell. I will see you in the future, so goodbye for now, but be ready for what's to come.