A.N. Welcome Back! Here is where the crossover truly begins. I'm going to hold off on the main RWBY characters for now, and instead work through bringing Yharnam into Remnant. Wish me luck! Who knows… Maybe in the near future, our little Sybil will take a small rose under his wing.

As always, thanks to TheBrightestSilver!

As Sybil continued on his trek through the forest, he begins to notice a gradual change in the plants. Vibrant greens begin to fade into a warm orange, with small critters climbing from branch to branch, hopping between the trees in search of a good meal. The trees begin to spread out, becoming less of a forest and more of a small glade, allowing more light to filter through the leaves and creating shadows that dance along the ground with every gust of wind.

Traveling through the glade, the Good Hunter slows his pace, taking in the beautiful scenery, and relaxing for the first time on his new Hunt. Immersing himself in the beauty of nature, Sybil remains ignorant to the approach of another.

"Beautiful, aint it?"

Startled by the sudden appearance of a being he hadn't noticed, the Hunter whirls around, pulling himself into a defensive position; legs spread, ready to run forward or back, arms held low, either to strike at a moment's notice, or prevent one instead. Upon identifying the disturbance as a young couple, one male and one female with what appear to be cat ears, the Hunter lets down his guard upon noticing the startled and defensive positions of the two. Pulling himself up with a sigh, Sybil apologizes to the couple.

"My sincerest apologies. I was enraptured by the beauty of the glade, so much so that I did not notice your arrival." He bows low, eyes facing the ground, to display his sincerity. "I apologize for startling you."

Looking up from his bow, he sees the couple begin to relax, taking in a deep breath before the man begins to speak.

"Aint no problem, stranger. If I'd been snuk up on, I'd have shot first, no questions 'bout it." Pausing to calm his frayed nerves, the man introduces himself, along with his partner.

"My names Davies, and this 'ere's my partner, Jane. We live a few miles out south, on a farm just beyond the openin' of the glade. What's your name, stranger?"

"My name is Sybil. I live a few miles into the forest past where the orange turns green, and the light doesn't shine through the dense branches. I am a hunter."

As Sybil prepares for the backlash of his revelation, based on the reactions of many Yharnamites, he fails to notice the couple perk up and begin speaking to each other in hushed tones. Jane speaks up, drawing Sybil's attention back to the couple.

"A hunter, you say? If your willin', we could use us one of them. We got a problem with beasts roamin' our fields, picking off our animals. We could pay ya for the service, but I'm 'fraid we aint got much. If you could help us out, we'd be in your debt."

Sybil ponders on their request. It would be a great chance to further explore the land, and a good chance to familiarize himself with its inhabitants, especially considering the strange animal features of the people here.

"I would be willing to take a look at the beast for you. Please simply take me to where you believe it to be, and I will see the job through."

The couple look relieved. The stress visibly drains from their shoulders, their posture

straightening and their eyes lighting with hope. Eagerly, they begin to lead Sybil to their farm, and evidently, the beast.

As they walk through the glade, the trees thin further, until they stand in a large clearing. Golden wheat litters the ground, swaying in the gentle breeze, creating a sea of grain stretching for acres. A small paddock, with farm animals contained within, holding a few cows, pigs, and sheep, along with two horses, one pure black with a mane of silver, and one golden brown.

At the end of the field lies a farmhouse, clearly lived in and well loved. The walls are made of rough wood, stained cherry to match the surrounding trees, with a sky-blue roof and a cobblestone path. The paint remains adhered to the walls, not peeling up in any area. A small window overlooks the land, giving a glimpse into the cozy home as they walk up to the door.

Inviting the Hunter inside, Davies goes to bring out a map of the land while Jane fetches refreshments, all while Sybil admires the interior of the home. A gentle yellow coats the walls, providing a feeling of safety and family as it is lit by the gentle glow of an oil lamp. A small dining table sits in one corner, made out of the trunk of a great tree judging by the many rings adorning the top, and the tough bark that sits on the outside. A couch sits on the other side, facing the window to overlook the land, along with a small TV and radio. Everything is clearly made from wood, providing the vision that everything was made with love and care, by hand and using nothing but what the land provided. As Sybil continues to admire the room, Jane walks back in with a tray of biscuits and tea.

Setting them down on the table, the young lady beckons to Sybil, inviting him to sit and enjoy the refreshments. Accepting a biscuit and a glass, the Hunter lowers his mask, giving Jane a shock at how young he appears. Seeming to be at a loss for words, Sybil initiates a conversation with the young woman.

"Thank you ever so much for the refreshments, lady Jane. The tea is delicious. If you would like to ask me any questions, please, feel free."

Snaping out of her self-induced trance, Jane begins to question Sybil on his life.

"I don't mean to be rude, but where do ya come from, stranger? I've never seen any clothes like those before."

Deciding to withhold the truth of Yharnam, for now, the young Hunter spins a tale of a hidden village, not technically a lie, and created a past for himself in this world.

"I take no offense to a genuinely curious question. I hail from a small village hidden between the trees, cut off from the rest of humanity. We call our little settlement Yahar'gul, or the unseen village. I was raised there to become a hunter, in order to protect our village from the beasts of Grimm. My attire was made to allow our hunters to stalk our prey, unannounced, by the cover of night, while not inhibiting our movements. It is less defensive than many would prefer, but we value speed over brute force. I chose to search the world on my own, and perhaps to help others in need. Regardless of my intentions, I now find myself here, supplying my services to whomever I come across that needs them most."

Shocked by his dedication to hunting, Jane can do nothing but nod along, accepting Sybil's tale as fact. During his false monologue, Davies walks back into the room, carrying a folded map and a small book, bound in leather, and worn by time, if the dust and yellowing pages were anything to go by. Placing the map on the table and spreading it out, Davies begins to inform Sybil about the beast.

"I reckon that the beast does come from over yonder, some mile or two out in the forest. Least, that's what we figure. We ain't ever seen the sombitch, it just takes our livestock in the dea' of night. Only ever seen a trail o' blood leadin' out south, and I ain't ever followed it to its end." Pointing to a marked location on the map, just a bit into the dense parts of the surrounding forest, Davies continues explaining the situation. "The beast, whatever it may be, it only goes fer the larger animals. It leaves the small and young well alone, goin' fer the old instead."

Sybil pauses to ponder on the situation. He is going to face a beast that was never seen, with no plan of attack, or any knowledge of habits, attacks, or weaknesses. This would prove to be a most thrilling Hunt.

"Very well. I will set off at dusk, to travel into the lair of the beast. With luck, I can prevent it from stealing any more of your animals." Replacing his mask and hat on his head, Sybil begins to set out, preparing to delve into the beast's den.

"'Fore ya go, mister Hunter, I need to tell ya somthin'. I's only ever seen the beast in a reflection, and even then, all I saw was a blue glow."

Sybil freezes. Spinning around, startling the couple, Sybil asks, with a near fevered pitch, "A blue glow, you say? Would you describe it as a spinning cloud of stars, drawn into the center?" Upon receiving a nod, hidden behind his mask, Sybil smiles. "Perfect."

Stalking out of the house, the Hunter sets up a lantern. Sitting down, Sybil sends his mind to dream, gathering all he will need for his newest hunt.

Oh, Amygdala… Oh, Amygdala… Have mercy on the poor bastard… Ha hah hahaha!

As dusk sets on the small farm, Sybil rises, drawing his weapon from its sheath in preparation to set off. Grabbing the handle from his back, he detaches the smaller silver blade from its more cumbersome, heavy coat, stained with the caked and dried blood of hunts long past. Ludwig's Holy Blade, the perfect weapon for massive beasts.

Bidding farewell to his hosts, the Hunter stalks off towards the beasts assumed location, feeling the rush of energy that comes with partaking in the hunt.

Crossing the fields of grain quickly, Sybil enters the surrounding forest, following his instincts that lead him to beasts. After a few minutes, he stops. Standing still, he tenses, and rolls to the left, narrowly avoiding the massive fist that slammed down where he was not a second ago. Staring up, Sybil faces one beast, (or rather, Kin,) he would rather have never seen again.

An Amygdala.

With a body like a deformed spider and gangly limbs ending in hands, thin enough to see bone, and yet strong enough to break steel, with a head like a chunk of volcanic rock, dotted with random holes and dents, filled with protruding eyes.

The forest comes to a standstill, as the two beings prepare for their bout. Without any warning, they strike.

Dodging the flailing arms of the lesser Kin, Sybil dashes and weaves between the strikes, each shaking the ground and leaving a crater. Upon reaching the end of its torso, he slams his blade back into the sheath, hefting the massive sword like it weighs nothing, and strikes the kin with as much force as he can.

Crying in pain, the Amygdala jumps up and away from Sybil. Intent on protecting itself, it begins to charge a devastating laser, made stronger by its many eyes. Sybil, remembering the attack from Yahar'gul, begins to quicken, disappearing into a cloud of dust, only to reappear at random intervals in varying directions.

Having charged its attack a sufficient amount, the Amygdala fires randomly, creating glowing trails on the ground that weave across each other like a spider's web. Sybil avoids each and every beam, vanishing from sight with each step. At the end of the attack, the trails on the ground begin to glow intensely, detonating not a second later, and tearing the forest from the land.

As the creature recharges, Sybil remains in motion, taking the time to land a few more hits on the kin. Drawing back his sword and placing it beside his body, a blue glow covers the weapon, before he thrusts it forward at a violent pace, piercing the thin body of the Amygdala.

Screeching in pain, the kin falls to the ground, leaving its most vulnerable spot available for an attack: the head. Rushing to the front, Sybil draws back a fist and slams it into the beast, punching through its head, grabbing whatever lies inside, and rending the internals from its body.

Letting out an anguished cry, the Amygdala falls dead. Like all other kin beings native to Yharnam, its body chooses to dissipate, becoming a pale blue smoke, leaving behind little but the spoils of a hunt.

Approaching the small pile of loot, Sybil grabs the one that stands out most: a small cup of pale gold, engraved with runes adorning every inch of its face.

A chalice. Moreover, one unlike any Sybil had seen before. A new chalice, a new dungeon, a new curse… and a new Great One inside.

Sybil's hunt was just beginning.

A.N. The wait is up! Hope you enjoy it. If you would like to have a say in what happens, or you would just like to give ideas, leave a review. Peace.