Oscar sat up sharply in a cold sweat. It was early in the morning and the sun had not yet risen, though he could hear birds chirping from outside his window. He was breathing heavily as though he'd been running but he had only been asleep.
He got out of bed and walked towards his bedroom window, opening it to breath some fresh air. His dreams had been strange through the night; images of grand rooms filled with hundreds of people, random moments of laughter with people he did not recognize and technology that seemed so old and outdated. Though whilst his dreams had been strange, the nightmares had been worse. Feelings of guilt that tore through his body, the loss of loved ones... Fields filled with nothing but bent steel, shattered bodies and fire. Oscar new these were not his dreams, not really.
Old memories from old times Oscar, that is all.
Ozpin's soothing voice was not enough to satiate his curiosity and Oscar continued to reflect on his dreams. They had all seemed so real; so vivid in recollection as though Ozpin had played these memories in his head over and over again, trying to make sense of it all.
There was no sense in what happened back then.
Oscar wondered why he was being so cagey about this, after all, Ozpin had started to finally reveal the secrets of Remnant to him and the others. So why was this suddenly coming up? Why remember it now?
Good question... Perhaps I'm finally ready to process the events of my past. Perhaps I see similarities in what happened then to what is happening now. Very well Oscar, we shall remember a time when I was a very different man and when the world was a different place.
We shall remember the people who set the world on fire.