"Are you sure this is the right way?" the young woman said impatiently as she slowed her pace to give the small boy an easier time reading her scroll. The young man fumbled with the device a little, jumpy at being so high that the sea was a foggy blur below. She was soring across the open skies of Remnant in mid-flight, holding the kid to her. Yang didn't share his fear, she had flown plenty by now and it felt as natural as breathing. Then again flying was something that for the moment she alone was able to do in present company. The mild irritation caused the blonde-haired woman to ponder the nature of their situation and the task ahead. Her goal was to assist the remaining huntresses and huntsmen in Beacon, in their ongoing attempt to evacuate the students and civilians before they were all destroyed. She didn't quite understand how he was doing it, but Ozpin took over the kids' body and urged her to take him too.
"I must speak with the school staff. They must know the plan has changed." He had said, disappearing before Yang could question him further.
Blake had been willing to come with, but Popo needed her for something. So, it was just her and the kid. Whatever he had Blake doing better have been important. Oscar had never flown before and Yang had outright refused to have him riding on her back, she would not lose any hair to that kids fearful grasping. But the journey was long, and he insisted on squirming for some reason. His job as navigator was his only purpose and he seemed too nervous to even read the map right.
"Yeah, um…I mean I think so…" Oscar finally stammered; it was difficult to speak calmly when he was being held so tightly. That and the way he was being clutched around the middle by a woman who was so…
"Oscar!" came a scornful voice, this time from within Oscars own head. "Keep your mind on getting us back to Beacon. The students and staff will be in grave need of our help."
"I know that, shut up already!" snapped Oscar, blushing like a fire engine that this weird ghost old guy had been able to see the image that had just been inside his head.
"What was that?" Said Yang, looking down to see Oscar's now close and scarlet face. Her eyes that were once misty purple had now taken on a brighter more honey coloured hue, presumably because her semblance was always so near the surface.
"Nothing!" Oscar said quickly, trying to ignore the fact that Yang's chest was now pressing his own face even closer to hers. She smelled smoky and charred, like wood recently put out. The smell made his eyes water slightly. He wanted more than anything for them to get out of the air and out of this uncomfortably intimate embrace. Yang's slight scowl of confusion faded to apathy as she looked away, and the little weirdo she was carrying became a lesser concern as a body of cloud shifted, and a distant city came into view. It wasn't a pretty sight, the Beacon academy tower stood sentinel over a sea of combat. The grimm were swarming the street level and no humans could be made out. It could have been from the distance, grimm were so much more distinct than people, but Yang couldn't help but fear that they might be too late to save anyone being hunted by Salem's forces.
"Hang on!" Yang declared abruptly as an aura of yellow fire engulfed her and Oscar, the latter of whom screamed instinctively, though the flames did not burn. His fear intensified as Yang forced her aura behind them and blasted off towards the burning city, like a meteorite that knew how to scream.
Though the sounds and smells of gruesome battle still plagued the skies above Veil, the sky was quite clear and lined with stars, the great split moon of remnant could be made out hovering serenely among them above the howls of grimm and human alike. The city was now devoid of any white fang, they had all moved out of the city to follow their respective captains. The inhabitants of Veil now had only the grimm to worry about, but they were injured, tired and overrun.
Yang descended to a small cliff on the outskirts of the city of Veil, and finally allowed Oscar to scramble away from her. He ran a small distance off, breathing heavily. She suppressed a laugh at how pathetic he was behaving. She looked on at the ruined city and its many funnels of black smoke ascending into the night sky. Mr. Popo had insisted that someone had to go and help, he said that Buu getting involved was too dangerous. She had offered to go back to the rest of her team's surprise. She guessed that Ruby, Weiss and Blake thought she of all people would be uncomfortable visiting this place again. The place where she had lost her arm. Yang breathed deeply and urged the slumbering panic in her gut to remain dormant. 'It's been a year' she kept telling herself repeatedly in her head, as if repetition would make it somehow true. 'A whole year, I know it doesn't look like it, but you've moved on.' But the night sky stretching on forever above her head and the cries and crashes of the grimm made it feel like no time had passed at all, Her and Weiss might have still been sneaking through those torn up streets in disguise.
"So…what now?" Oscar was back and he directed the question at Yang, who seemed to come back to herself with a small start and turned to face him. Her face was slightly paler than it had been when Oscar had viewed it last. "Um…are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just fine" said Yang after a small pause, smiling briefly at his concern. "Well, I know what I'm here to do, but I think Oz wanted something else. You think you could uh…put him on?"
Oscar looked confusedly at his shoes. Never now had yang appreciated how out of place he looked. The farm clothes and shoes befitted a civilian, someone who had no interest in fighting anything more stubborn than weeds. "I'm not sure, I don't think I'm in control of what he does. He seems to-" Oscar attempted to finish his sentence before he abruptly stopped talking, as his eyes changed colour from brown to green.
Yang jumped, this had happened before Infront of her, but it gave her the creeps none the less to hear her old headmasters voice emanating from the mouth of a child.
"Yes, I am here Miss. Xiao Long." Said Oscar, now in the measured, calm voice of Professor Ozpin. "Do not worry about my interfering with Oscar. I dislike taking control from him without consent and will not do so unless necessary. He is still with us as I was with you, only he may only be heard by me for the time being. Right now, he is very loudly and rudely chiding me for looking at his thoughts."
"Y-yeah sure." Said Yang with a slight roll of the eyes. She knew full well what was going through that kid's head and she didn't have time to comment. "Sorry professor, but what did you want me to do here? Like specifics?" The tiny Ozpin, (and yes, from this point on Yang did start referring to him as 'Tiny Oz'), frowned and turned to the distant kingdom.
"Miss Goodwitch and General Ironwood are still within the city limits. They have strict orders to remain until the siege is over, whether in victory or defeat they must be there to protect surviving citizens. But they will need assistance and further instructions. They likely do not know where…or who I am." He paused and raised his cane, inspecting the curved handle for a contemplative instant before turning back to the blonde huntress. "Anyway, it will be my task to find them. To answer your question, I need you for the protection and prompt escort of Oscars body. He is ill-equipped for combat, even with my aura. You on the other hand will have no trouble with any foes we shall encounter once inside."
Yang nodded and looked over at the academy that she had only days previously been so desperate to escape. She couldn't quite make out the mess hall though. That was the place she dreaded re-visiting the most. There was a kind of dull blankness to her eyes at that point, along with an uncomfortable itch where Righty used to be. Tiny Oz noticed the look, and he followed Yang's gaze to the kingdom, and glancing back at her said "I had not wished you to come. Miss Rose or Schnee could have fulfilled this task. I know that you of all people don't want to see this place. But I also need help finding Qrow Branwen, he had gone dark even before the fall. I do not know what happened to him, it may have been a simple case of damage to his scroll, but I fear…"
But he was cut off by Yang's sudden inexplicable motion and flare. In one movement she had snapped out of whatever revelry she had been indulging and grabbed Tiny Oz's hand, bursting into flames and crouching for take-off. "Got it, no time to lose. Hold on tight little Oz!"
"Please desist from calling me thaaaaAAA...!" But the final words from Ozpin were lost amidst the blast of fiery aura, as Yang took to the sky once again, and holding the professor by the tiny little arm, shot off at once towards the smouldering city.
"Come on, I'll take you bastards all on at once!"
The threat bounced off the walls of the large deserted dining hall before hitting the open door and the hungry denizens beyond. A pack of armoured Beywolves stood outside it pacing and wailing in frustration. They desired the man who was hiding inside, but their path to him had initially been blocked by him barring the door. He had been doing something behind it while they had pounded and scratched and snarled at it. When the door finally gave, half the beewolves eagerly advanced only to be cooked alive. The man had started a fire. The remaining Beyowolves scurried back from the sudden heat and light. Prowling the shadowed borders of the flickering barrier. They looked hungrily at the trapped man in the hall before them. They could see him doubled over in laughter. Slowly and reluctantly, the monsters backed away into the shadows.
"I said…WE'RE CLOSED!" Exclaimed the man as he brought his foot down on the blackened remains of a Beywolf that had almost made it across the threshold. "And you better run!" he continued to the retreating monsters on the other side of the controlled blaze. As he turned to walk further into the mess hall, Qrow Branwen continued laughing to himself as he considered his situation. An abandoned town full of grimm meant he had no back up coming. No power in his scroll meant no means of extraction. He also groped his lower back with a pang of annoyance, as his weapon was not there. His biggest regret was letting that kid hold it. Why had he run off like that?!
No energy, no weapon, looming starvation and a murderous pack of demons past the fire blocking his exit. Qrow laughed harder than ever at how typical this was. His stupid semblance had done it again. His laughter continued until interrupted by the loud bang of something hitting the blackened door frame. It turned out the grimm had not been retreating to flee, but in order to find objects to throw at the building, maybe to hit a window or something. He stopped laughing but still had an ironic smile on his lips.
'Come on!' He thought to himself in desperation. 'Come on rummy, you got into this, you can get yourself out!'
Almost the exact moment that he thought this, an exceptionally loud bang. A large white crate had landed straight in the flame wall, blocking it entirely from both sides. Qrow walked up to it and saw that it had writing across it. His stomach vanished as he read.
"Atlas military plastic explosive (no-4). DANGER, do not store near intense heat."
"Jimmy…If I survive this, I'm gonna kill you." Qrow thought bitterly to himself as he dived backward to use an upturned table as cover. He scrabbled behind it just a moment before the bang that turned everything hot and white. The explosion was so vast and destructive, that the table that served as cover for the huntsman was completely shattered but his aura held for just long enough to shield him from the initial blast. The grimm on the other side of the door where not so fortunate, they were completely atomised in a howl of fire and screeching.
When Qrow opened his eyes, it was to fire all around him. The explosion had not destroyed the building, but the whole room had been set ablaze. The roof had collapsed in on itself and so the smoke billowed up through the hole like some massive childish chimney. The huntsman got shakily to his feet, staving, aura depleted. He kept looking up at that hole in the ceiling, wondering if he could fly out to safety. But then the hole vanished, engulfed by a burst of brighter flame, flame that shone so brightly that he had to blink heavily. The smoke wasn't helping, as well as that ominous creaking noise from behind him. The fire was taking its toll on the building. That bright fire descended right down in front of Qrow, only to hover there like a ghost.
Qrow blinked, thinking it was just soot or something in his eye. But even after blinking half a dozen more times, the sight of the burning body remained. It floated before him, slightly elevated amongst the crackling red flames, an orange flower of heat in a sea of crimson. Qrow took a shaky step back, speechless as to what he was seeing. Was this some rare form of grimm? One of Jimmy's top-secret toys like that girl? He shakily raised his fists while trying to maintain heavy consistent breaths, but the room was sweltering and unrecognisable, and the smoke was reaching deadly density. Qrow attempted to stifle his coughing, but his guard broke, and he sagged to his knees desperately trying to find the oxygen. What little remained might still be near the floor. He looked up with wide eyes and a bloodless face at what he assumed was to be his end. The figure gazed back down at him even though it was sightless. Wait, no it did have eyes. In the place where a head appeared to be vaguely permeating, two patches of the dancing orange energy appeared to stand out, darker and less angry than its fellows, floating in a consistent shape. The shape of a pair of long streaks along either side of the face, that seemed to peer down at him. Qrows heartbeat quickened, as the demon or whatever it was extended its hand, the aura around it extending and growing to keep the limb within its protection. Qrow considered running, but there was no hope of getting past this inferno with his aura depleted and no hope of fighting with no weapon. Even if he did transform, he would just be sacrificing lung capacity, and would die in mere moments anyway. He strained and shook to think of a plan, a trick, something. But nothing came. His shoulders drooped and his face slackened. The heat was making it hard to stay awake. He knew the end had come and he didn't have the will to fight it this time.
"Go ahead." He croaked out, barely a whisper. Dehydrated from the fire and fatigue, Qrow found he couldn't even shed a tear. "I won't struggle. It's over anyway. Do it."
He closed his eyes and waited for the heat to intensify before he died. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in himself for going out like this, on his knees like some scared little kid. Raven would have mocked him for his lack of aggressive action…she would have known how to get out of this. But she wasn't here. None of them were. He tried not to think about them, he was glad none of them could see him like this. Especially Yang…and Ruby.
"I thought you liked hot girls' old man." Came a familiar voice. Qrows eyes snapped open in disbelief, he looked up at the figure who was to be his executioner, only to see that smouldering limb extending a helping hand. Furthermore, it had spoken, in a voice that sounded very much like…
"What the fu-"
With a violent snapping sound, the beam behind Qrow finally gave way and began to fall. He only had time to turn quickly to look over his shoulder before he lost sight of what was happening, He was flying, ascending through the blazing house at an impossible speed, was he dead? No, he could feel something holding him. A tight grip around his wrist was forcing him upward with no apparent means but the fire that now engulfed both their bodies. Though Qrow could see the flames dancing around his exposed flesh, no pain ensued. They felt pleasantly cool compared to the heat he had just suffered.
Before he knew it, the heavy lethal fumes of the fire had been ascended past and replaced with cool evening air. Qrow lapped it gratefully before turning his attention to his rescuer. Though the huntsman was at least half a mile above the rooftops of Beacon, he wasn't afraid of being so high up, in his bird state he had traversed the sky many times, but he wasn't used to being carried. The figure was still wreathed in fire, but as the moonlight glittered behind them, the tongues receded like obedient servants and formed the shape of a woman. The glowing silhouette stung Qrows eyes with her radiance for just a moment before the light faded. He opened his eyes and blinked and continued blinking.
"It's good to see you again Qrow." Came that same familiar voice again, this time with a face to match. Qrow stopped blinking and let his mouth fall open at the sight of his saviour. She was wearing the same clothes as the last time he saw her, with the same golden locks flowing in the breeze, he stared with mingled horror from the bright red eyes above the wide grinning expression, to the stubby healed over nub of what used to be an arm. It was his niece, Yang Xiao Long. There seemed only one appropriate thing to say.
"Y…Ya…you gotta be shittin' me?"
"You…are trying…my…PATIENCE!" Glynda Goodwitch exclaimed as she flourished her riding crop, sending the Ursa rolling into the side of a building. The purple light of her dust attack flickered and died, revealing the huntress. She was standing off balance, breathing heavily with her weapon held loosely in one hand. Her clothes were dirty and tattered, her hair was an untidy blonde mess and her glasses were missing from her nose which was sporting several deep cuts from the Ursa's claws. To Glynda's dismay, said Ursa began to stir and rise from its heap on the pavement, instead of vanishing in one hit the grimm were becoming harder to kill. She was getting worn down, and she was aware of it. Where was that drunken idiot? He was supposed to be backing her up! What if he…
Glynda shook her head, refusing to let such thoughts cloud her focus and raised her crop for another strike at the creature of grimm which had its flat snout pointed in her direction again, it's dark spiked body was low to the ground, like a cat preparing to pounce.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" came a loud screech from overhead, followed by a streak of light that caused both Glynda and the creature to look up in astonishment. It looked to the objective eye like a burning low flying comet, but something had broken apart from it, something small and dark and- heading for the ground fast! Glynda's eyes flashed with alarm, was that a child!? Without a moment to react to this newcomer, the Ursa could only writhe and stamp its heavy feet as this stranger landed with a muffled crash on its shoulders, and began to cling on for dear life by wrapping a stick around the beasts neck, screaming all the while.
"OH MY GOD, IM GONNA DIE! IM GONNA DIE! I AM GOING TO DIIIIE!"
"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Glynda yelled out at the mystery boy, with his short black hair and freckles. "I thought the rest of you left with Bart?! Get clear, this is no place for unarmed civilians!"
Glynda called out, brandishing her weapon in front of her, but the Ursa was getting more hysterical by the second, the boys fear and hopelessness fuelling its frenzy. It began to swing its neck around and around, challenging the boys grip with centrifuge force. Glynda was rooted, she could make an attempt at the creature's head, but what if she hit the boy? No…she had to wait…wait for an opening…
The Ursa kept swirling its head and gnashing its teeth, having given up its attempts to seize the boy with its arms, as they were ill suited to the task. The boy held on for dear life, but alas he felt his grip growing weak. He couldn't hold out for much longer; he would let go and the monster would surely kill him. But as the final vicious swing of the monster's neck sent him high up on to the air again, Glynda saw the chance she had been waiting for, and delivered a heavy blow right between the Ursa's dizzy looking eyes. The boy conceded to gravity again, this time falling to the cold ground before what was once a creature of grim, but now stood only a large block of ice, withing which the Ursa could be seen, slowly fading away to nothing.
"That…that was foolish." Came the stern voice of Glynda Goodwitch from behind the boy. "brave, but foolish. It could have killed you." She had walked over to him with an expression that seemed halfway between a desire to help and a desire to violently flog. But her panting and run-down condition wilted her anger somewhat. She supposed Help was help in these situations. She held her riding crop in one hand, and the boys stick in the other. Only it wasn't a stick, it was a silver and black finely embroidered cane. A cane she knew very well.
"I do not know how you came by this" She began in a manner she hoped did not sound accusatory. "All I want to know is the location of the man that you got it from." She looked steadily down at the child who had just fallen onto the battlefield, his chest rising and falling like an electrified piston, his eyes wide as headlights. It seemed to take a moment for his mind to come to terms with the fact that he had narrowly escaped death twice, and he looked stupidly over at the Huntress.
"What?"
"I know this cane belongs to Professor Ozpin. I need to find him. Where did you get this cane?" Glynda repeated herself, attempting with some difficulty to maintain her teacher's composure. The farm boy blinked stupidly and slowly got to his feet. He stood up straight and quickly looked down to dust his clothes off. When his eyes met Glynda's once again, they were no longer the brown of the child's. They were bright green and wise beyond his years. He smiled sadly at the lady before him, as her complexion grew paler by the moment.
"I am glad to see you safe Glynda. How goes the fight? Have the civilians all been evacuated? Where are the others?" Glynda saw the lips move and heard the boy speak, but otherwise was completely at sea. She continued for a long moment to stare at the boy who was speaking in that voice she knew as well as the cane she was holding. The boy's eyes strayed to it, and his hand extended. "May I have that back please?"
She hesitated, recoiling a little before looking at that face, those tired eyes so out of place on such a young man's face. Slowly, silently, Glynda held out Ozpins cane to the young man. He took her hand upon it and held it tightly, looking up at her with a look of dejection replacing his smile.
"It's me." He said looking up at those emerald eyes that had begun to shine with tears. "I know I don't look it, but I'm still me. I'm still with you. Trust me."
And she did. Looking down at that boy with different hair and a different face, who was the wrong age and height, yet undeniably him. Though her mouth seemed welded shut, Glynda managed a single statement, the only thing she could really think to say.
"Oz?"
The boy's smile returned with prejudice as he nodded his head in confirmation. Glynda released the cane and wiped her eyes with embarrassment. God, she looked a mess!
"Thanks." She said as the young man gave the cane a few jaunty swings, while Glynda quickly wiped her face. "Now I feel old."
"With respect Glynda." Said Ozpin with a bright expression. "You do not get to complain to me about aging problems. At least yours are in the proper direction."
"Yeah, I guess." Glynda said with a rare smile.
Suddenly the night was rough with a savage cry, causing Ozpin and Glynda to start and look to the skies above Veil, thinking of Nevermores. Glynda half expected a urticated arrow projectile to brush her face as it missed, but instead saw something that she recognised but could not explain. A fiery comet that zoomed through the sky like some great bird, and for some unknown reason was able to scream. She turned to the unphased looking young man beside her in confusion.
"What the hell is that supposed to be?" she asked pointedly. Ozpin smiled wistfully back.
"Our ride." He replied, looking more dejected by the moment.
Once more, there was a gathering on that hill on the outskirts of Veil. Three of the company were talking excitedly while standing quite close together, while the fourth member was off to one side, sitting on a nearby rock. Glynda and Oscar were both standing around Yang, who was grinning and brushing the soot out of her hair. Glynda had just been told of exactly how Yang had acquired these new abilities and she was not believing a word of it.
"But that doesn't make any sense!" she fumed, pointing at the girl who was claiming to have aged a whole year in the span of a single day. For some reason she was directing these questions at Oscar, who was backing away slowly with his hands in front of his face.
"Hey, this is all new to me too. None of us knew this stuff was real."
"But professor Ozpin told us about magic, and about its limits. There is no magic that can cause a room in which time moves slower to exist. It doesn't happen!" Glynda raged on, stamping her foot. Oscar looked to his left and nodded a few times, as if in wrapped conversation with someone. Left to their own devises, Glynda and Yang's eyes met. There was an awkward moment of silence as there often was these days when she saw the stub of Yang's arm. Yang saw where her gaze kept straying too and decided to break the tension.
"So, how's your day goin' so far?"
"Don't change the subject." Glynda found it hard not to be annoyed when she was out of the loop on so everything, and this new information had basically turned everything that's she thought she knew about magic completely on its head. "You can't do the things you do with aura; it just doesn't work like that. Something else must have been influencing you. Please explain."
Yang saw her run her fingers over her face, rubbing the emerald green eyes in stress. She decided to keep it short and sweet. "Look, don't worry about it. A lot of stuffs changed, and for now Id just go with it. Please, we have bigger problems now."
Glynda turned to Qrow as she finished, hoping for some support, but the drunkard continued to look down at the floor, he looked utterly woe begotten. "What's wrong with you?"
The old man didn't react at all, he didn't even look up. Yang stepped quickly in front of Glynda and the others. "Let me talk to him." Glynda shrugged and began walking in the opposite direction towards the other side of the cliff, dragging Oscar with her, as he looked after Yang, the exclamation of 'how could you?!' written on his face.
"Hey, you breathin' okay?" Yang chuckled as she sat down next to her uncle. Her smile wilted when he didn't reply. His face was so miserable, it made Yang feel uncomfortable. She wasn't used to seeing him so defeated. She opened her mouth to try and say something, anything to console him, but before she could make a sound, Qrow spoke. It was a creaky, low pitched statement and it was very brief.
"Sorry kiddo."
"Sorry? What's that supposed to mean? Sorry for what?" Yang inquired; her eyebrow raised. Qrow shivered slightly, this seemed painful for him to have to talk.
"Sorry for being useless. I was nothin' but a liability to you in there. I couldn't protect you or even myself. I'd be dead if you hadn't shown up." Qrow lifted his head and looked into Yang's face, and she was shocked to see tears in his eyes. She had never seen him cry before.
"Was one year all it took, for me to be obsolete? For you to not need me anymore? What about Ruby? Will she need to save me next? How many years will it take before I can't even protect anything anymore? When I…"
Qrow stopped talking when his niece hugged him, squeezing him with a strength he found familiar. He blinked a few times, trying to stop crying. But Yang's words made this difficult.
"You saved my life more than I can even remember. You're not useless." Yang spoke into Qrow's shoulder, her own eyes amber eyes starting to leak." While I was training, I had to overcome the biggest challenge I've ever faced, and I know I would have failed if my mentor hadn't been there for me, encouraging me and believing in me. Ruby is as strong as ever she was but is still a goofy little kid that needs her mentor. It doesn't matter how old you get; you'll still be badass to me, and Ruby too."
It took a long moment for Yang to let go, and when she did, she found her uncles arms around her. She investigated his face and saw the sullen lips slowly managing to smile.
"Thanks firecracker. Did this mentor teach you how to give pep talks?" He said, with a shadow of his usual gusto.
"No, just how to not take shit from stubborn old guys." she laughed, smiling back.
"What do you mean the relics don't matter?" Glynda exclaimed, outraged as Ozpin paced up and down in front of her. "what about your deal with the gods?"
"That's not our biggest problem anymore. If Salem manages to summon this wish granting creature, she may be able to alter the circumstances we have both been placed in. She may choose to make herself mortal again, or myself, that she may end our quarrel. She may wish for an army greater and more terrible than before; she may even wish to become a god herself and smite humanity a second time. These dragon balls give Salem a way to openly oppose the gods themselves if they are as powerful as we believe. I do not trust that she will be wise with such power. She must not possess all seven of these wish granting orbs under any circumstances. We must find them first."
Glynda considered what Ozpin was saying with reluctance and concern. This was a wholesale change from their original plan, instead of staying in one place and keeping things safe, now he was proposing they go off in search of magic rocks.
"How do we even find these things?" She asked Ozpin finally, "Is there a map or something?"
"Of a kind, Miss Rose and Miss Schnee are collecting it from a ruin in the west of Remnant, before returning to our base of operations." Ozpin explained. Glynda rolled her eyes. She knew that girl would be involved somehow. "We can start collecting the orbs once they return with the map."
"Presuming these balls really do grant wishes and this isn't some farce, what do you plan on using them for? Such an asset could be invaluable in turning the tide in our favour, I'm sure James would agree."
"We will decide on such a matter in due course. Where is James by the way?"
"He's been recalled to Atlas, its madness over there. Jacques Schnee wants his daughter back."
Ozpin's face fell at the name, before glancing over his shoulder and seeing the pair of Branwens embracing. "James can handle him for now. At the moment our primary objective is retrieving these orbs before Salem can. If we are lucky, she won't know too much about them yet."
"You mentioned a base of operations. If not Atlas, then where?" asked Glynda.
"Oh, well that um…it might be better to show you." Ozpin concluded with a small smile.
Hey guys, thanks for reading. Its been a while and a lots happened. hope you're all keeping safe. the next chapter shouldn't take be long after this one as the bulk of it us written already. I apologise for the slow progress, but since i have ore time ion my hands now, i should be able to get a lot more out to you fairly soon.
Thank you again and stay safe.
Johnathan