We didn't see him, no instead we were transported into a white realm, slowly the place filled with trees.

"Once upon a time, there were four sisters who were loved by both their parents. Their father made them escape with him one night from their mother" We heard Ra's tell us the story.

As Ra's told us the story, we observed four girls running away with a white-haired man we could only assume it as an incarnation of Oz. He looked at his daughters concerned, kissing their foreheads. I didn't see anyone else but the characters, nor could I hear anyone but Ras.

"Terrified that his daughters would end up being found and used against him, or that the gods would harm them he used an old spell"

I watched as he created a door and the daughters went in, beautiful gardens filled their vision. Four paths were there as well, one per season.

"He prohibited them from leaving until it was safe in the real world. But the girls cried that they would be lonely, so, as the loving father he was, he gave them four countries taking many people towards each. Thus his girls turned into queens at a young age, protected by the people. And for some time, they felt happy, but their father didn't return, instead creatures that were made of shadows got in"

Grim started to surround the four girls who looked uncomfortable.

"But instead"

I watched the girls giggle, petting the Grimm that easily allowed themselves to be tamed.

"This was how their mother came to say hello. The world underneath was no longer in danger from her. But, the curiosity started to eat their minds, what was their original world like? The dimension where magic existed, the one that their parents conquered and non-magic potential humans were separated from?"

The four sisters seemed to be looking at the door, and soon one of them took the handle and opened it. There at the top of the mountain was Ras, inside his home.

"I was a hermit back then, only caring for the Lazarus pit, the fountain of youth that had been searched for centuries. My league didn't see me at all, but respected my existence, never daring to come and bother me unless it was with offerings. My friends were gone, what did I have left? That was one the first daughter of Ozma and Salem came."

She wore a blue kimono, and her hair was black, an enigmatic smile on her face just like the one seen on the Monalisa. Her eyes were a beautiful blue.

"Who are you? I asked her."

The girl looked up at young Ras and calmly smiled as the snow kept on falling as if it didn't affect her.

"My name is Sienna Winter, she said, and I am on a journey to see the world I left. I await my sister's for them to come and share this voyage with me"

Ras seemed confused in the memory, albeit a bit cranky at the girl.

"Something was familiar about her, but I didn't know exactly what. Yet, I invited her in, allowing her to rest on one of my softest kotatsu's I owned. And I couldn't help but sleep as well, compelled when she had closed her eyes so serenely"

I watched how the snow outside of his home started to vanish, and I saw how a girl in a green sundress and a flower crown of colorful flowers came skipping. Her hands holding basket and animals followed her every step, like snow white and the sleeping beauty from the Disney movies I watched on earth. Sienna opened the door and walked out, hugging the girl.

"I woke up when I heard a happy giggle, I was befuddled when I saw a second girl appear under my tree. Her smile bright and warm, and thus I walked out asking about her name"

The girls looked at Ras and the unknown one lifted herself. Her pretty black hair in a ponytail.

"My name is Rowena Spring!, she said, I'm on a journey to discover the world with my sisters! They will come soon! Of course, I wasn't that keen on that, but she still stayed, I couldn't deny a guest. The familiarity was getting more prominent, those features I had seen them before. Sienna helped me get in touch with my clan, showing them how to focus and meditate, while Rowena showed them how to plant crops and tame animals for food. Hunting, and plating, soon we had started to flourish in one day."

I could see the three laughing as they were accompanied by the league of shadows. Some were dressed like Altair, many having his eyes or Ruby's. Then many were dressed very much like Ren as well. Suddenly I saw someone tap their shoulders laughing as if playing peekaboo. She wore reds and golds. Shorts in overall and orange hair flowing in the wind.

"My name is Gisselle Summer! And I came to explore the world with my sisters, to meet him here and find our family, I nodded my head until she laughed again. She made us learn the importance of doing our movements with passion, protecting the good of others and of course, how to have fun with it"

I could hear a smile in his voice as his younger self showed them the dances of his childhood, and they showed him how to play tag. They ended up implementing rubber arrows into the mix and using these games as training while others occupied themselves with the food and meditation, taking turns on each. Then a girl in a Japanese uniform of faded greens and gets that could be seen on leaves that had begun to dry came next. Ras and her sisters received her with a smile.

"Who are you? I asked, and she answered, my name is Helga Fall was her answer. And now I understood who they were, and I filled myself with courage"

I watched how younger Ras reached out to all of them enveloping them in a group hug with tears in his eyes.

"This I said: Daughters of Salem and Ozma! I thought you died! Your old tutors are long gone, and you vanished from the kingdom. I didn't wish to believe the letters from your mother of finding you! Now I know its true! Thank you all for coming, my dearest goddaughters."

The girls laughed and cried with him, later on making a banquet. Their hair turned white and their skin tanned showing their true selves at last. Soon they opened their door and went back to their dimension.

"That year I learned there were three dimensions, one for the normal humans, one only wizards, as well as magical creatures, had to access to, and another were only those with connection to Ozma and Salem could go. I would visit as much as I could and one by one they would visit in their corresponding season. We called them cleanings. I took them to the magical world as well, allowing them to see people with magical potential lower than theirs"

Images of Ras and his people having fun with the queens made me smile. It was just like each team and friend I've had made in my lifetime, my journey as well...we were so similar, and that made me happy.

"Each one then found a husband, Helga fell for Henry Hufflepuff...Both of them wishing for the happiness of the world. A place where everyone was equal in value no matter what. Kind-hearted they were, helping everyone to get ready for the arrival of winter."

The first wedding, all the autumn leaves, seeds, magical creatures filled the place. They were dressed in those colors as well, laughing gleefully as they linked pretty porcelain cups they had made for each other.

"Gisselle and Godric Griffindor were quite the pair, loving to travel and prove their bravery, heroic at all times.

In the second they dressed in reds and golds, summer fruits on the cakes and him gifting her a bow and arrow and she gave him a sword. Goblins and elves cheered and tree tropical flowers everywhere.

"Rowena found Ranald Ravenclaw. Both were creative and calm, loving to read and write, music, everything that had to do with culture and arts."

I watched Rowena receiving a silver diadem from him. White and blue flowers decorated everywhere, silver accents on there pretty sky blue dress, and he dressed in dark blue robes.

"Sienna fell in love with Salazar Slytherin, he was cunning and she could achieve her goals, calm but stubborn, willing to find a way for others. But even so, they were capable of going to extremes if necessary"

The last wedding was made in pretty silvers and greens, representing them both. He put a locket on her and kissed her lips, people cheering under the snow and icicle snakes.

"But one day...Tragedy struck. Ozma had decided they were dangerous, anyone who held that much magic, even more than he did were corruptable. He needed to make changes, that no one person held that forever. Thus he started to rip the magic of each one by one."

I gasped as I saw Sienna in bed, while Salazar cried. She placed the locket on his neck.

"First was Sienna, begging him to take over her duties if needed, to stay in the magical world since she was locked in Remnant for his safety. He didn't wish to, but she expelled him."

Then Gisselle started to cough blood, looking at Godrick terrified. She frowned and called her sisters and their husbands.

"Salazar listened to what Gisselle said. My father is doing this, she informed them, he will kill me soon. All of them were terrified but her sisters seemed troubled. The only way to save my sisters, added Gisselle, is absorbing their power, for his spell sill only affects all of us who have this much power. Salazar and Godric growled, even in their rivalry they both refused to let Gisselle die. The sisters were frozen, but the two remaining husbands grasped their hands and switched their amount of power. Their wives holding theirs and the husbands with the maiden's powers. And as soon as that happened, they grew sick."

I watched Gisselle, Ranald, and Henry all come down with different illnesses, the desperation in the rest's eyes made my heart hurt, and all I could do was allow my tears to fall.

"Their last request was for them to make a school together, one in their memory where they trained those children to live in the world of magic and not remnant. They did, and as they faded, with the last of their power they locked all the evils they could into remnant and sealed it."

I saw their tombs and the four remaining ones go and build a castle.

"I found Ozma, the only door remaining was mine, and when I found him I was mad. That's when I realized that the power his daughters had was the relics he had sealed in them. You're a monster, I yelled. I did it to stop Salem, he answered. But the damage was done, Salem was seething, trying to destroy this dimension he created for them. I placed the shows in different places in their honor and kept training them as well."

The world came back to what it was all of us looked conflicted, tearful, not knowing what to do after the story. Now the relics were true souls. Ras placed a hand on Damian's shoulder.

"They were the queens and their husbands were kings of each country. This is yours now, Atlas is yours, Mistral is Timothy's, Vale Jason's, and of course, Vacuo is Koriand'r's"

Our eyes were wide. I recalled some things of the past days I had noticed about Damian and Atlas in general. Every time he walked around we could see mistletoes and snowdrops starting to grow. Little buds of them on the places he frequented. Animals in the outside known to be from winter always bowed down or stared at him curiously. Ice and snow seemed to follow his every movement. This made me recall some things I saw happen to Tim back in Mistral at the academy. Not many noticed, but when he seemed to want coffee, coffee plants would grow close to him and offer their fruits. Butterflies were always surrounding him. I once found him with a bunch of bunnies surrounding him. I needed answers. Damian thought the same thing.

But first things first. Damian was looking at Ironwood firmly.

"I need to speak this over with the Atlas council." sighed General Ironwood.

"Now dear Ironwood" Said Ras in an intimidating tone. "You will need to inform them"

"I believe we should to it later," said Damian.

As if reading his mind Qrow continued. "He means, after your elections, if we inform them now it might cause a conflict, an uproar that I don't think any huntsman can handle"

"Sir, if I may"

"Speak Winter," said General Ironwood.

"As much as I hate to admit it, they are right. It would be more efficient that way"

"Very well, dismissed"

"Of course," said Ras with a smile patting Qrow and Damian's shoulders, leaving us to our own devices. As we left the room, I sighed, what other surprises would this world bring?