The Brothers argued. It was a common thing, really. It was almost expected. The Eldest being the god of Light/Creation and the Younger being of Darkness/Destruction. Before they left their World, their arguments had started wars between their people, but they were not long. Maybe a decade or two long, but never more than three.
But this? This was something else entirely.
"We may have made a mistake, Brother," The Elder said to the Younger.
"You may have made a mistake. I only did what she wanted; closure. You gave her immortality. I did not," The Younger said.
"She jumped into the pools of Grimm, your creation."
"Yes, but she did that to get rid of your curse upon her." The Younger glanced at their scarred World and said, "And what of Ozma?"
"Useless. He hides upon his tower, looking like he's doing something. Before that, an old man, who gave away part of his powers to children who could not understand them."
"It is regretful, yes." They fell silent, staring upon their creation, ruined as it was. The Younger spoke up, "We need a new champion to restore balance. Salem shifts the favor into darkness while Ozma does nothing to stop her. He is useless, yes, but he could learn from the younger ones. What of his curse, Brother? Will you rescind it or will you let it continue to plague him?"
"I will leave it for now, he may be of use yet. Come, Brother, let us find our new champion."
"I have selected my two, Brother. One male and one female, as we agreed."
"So have I. Now, let us see what they can do."
"It appears that your male champion doesn't want the power given to him."
"And your two seem to be wandering away from the rest. The four have broken apart."
"What shall we do, Brother?"
"We wait. Patience is always rewarding."
"Hmm, it seems that your two champions have met. The pathways shift around them, things are changing."
"Yes, so it seems. But your two champions seem to have wandered farther apart."
"They will converge, I have no doubt."
"It seems that they have, Brother."
"Yes, the Sight I have given mine seems to work well. She has seen that they must've converged. That they were meant to meet."
"They will meet again, will they not?"
"They will."
"Your male champion seems to not want to change things, while mine does. This will create conflict."
"Hmm. It seems I have chosen poorly."
"You were always a poor judge of character, Brother. It seems that mine is going to change things- and hopefully for the better."
"We can always hope."
The Brothers waited, they watched. And when it was time, they would come. They would give guidance to the Champion who would prove themselves above the rest. But for now, they waited, always watching.
The ball bounced. He caught it. It bounced again. He caught it again. It was an eternal rhythm, never ceasing. His gaze wandered upon the barren landscape; he had failed. It had fallen and they had won. His changes had lessened the blow, but it still fell. It all fell. It always fell. In every timeline, every moment; It always fell. Maybe there were fewer causalities, fewer creatures. But it still fell. Every time. His gaze wandered up towards the sky, where the Brothers watched. They still did nothing. They always did nothing.
The ball bounced. He did not catch it.
Silver gasped, sitting up, his heart beating fast in his chest. A faint glow permeated his room. The blinds were closed. He realized it was his eyes. Grabbing his face with his hands, he rubbed his eyes, muttering under his breath. Opening them back up, the glow had faded, but he could see outlines. Sighing, he opened his hands, letting magic run through them, seeing it float up in wisps to the air.
"Why do I have this power?" He asked, not for the first time. "It's useless. I have no idea on how to use it. Why me?"
Nothing, of course, answered his pleas.
Silver crouched on the top of Beacon Tower, the highest point in Vale. He wished, not for the first time, that he could go back home. To the places he knew well. To the people he hated, to the people he could predict. Vale was noisy, messy, and quite annoying at times. He often came up here for some peace and quiet, nobody had found him here yet.
"It is quite a nice view, is it not?" a voice said nearby.
Twitching at being found, Silver looked towards it, only to see Professor Ozpin standing there. Looking back out to the city, Silver nodded, "Yeah, it is."
"It's why I chose to have my office up so high, to see the wonderful view of Vale City." Ozpin looked at him, "You don't mind if I?" he asked, motioning at the rooftop. Silver shook his head. Ozpin sat down, staring out at the view with Silver. They sat in peaceful silence for several minutes. Finally, Ozpin broke it, "Why are you up here?"
Silver was silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "Suicide is a dangerous thing, Professor. People contemplate it at least once in their life. Some may actually go through with it. Whether it be to get back with their loved ones, or just can't take the realm of society anymore, many people do it."
Ozpin nodded, "Yes. Even someone as great as me has contemplated it. Not living anymore, going down into the unknown of death. Tell me, do you contemplate it even now?"
"Yes. I do," Silver answered simply, not even denying it.
"Come with me, and I might just show you how wonderful life can be."
"I already know how wonderful life can be, Professor, it's just that nothing seems wonderful in a life full of death and destruction."
"Darkness cannot be cast without Light. Come, I will show you how the little things will outweigh the bigger things in life."
"Hello and welcome to From dusk till daw-" Silver broke off into annoyed chuckles, "Sorry, I just started working here a couple weeks back. Let me try that again: Hello and welcome to From Dust Till Dawn, how can I help you?" Silver smiled along with the giggling woman.
"It's quite alright, young man. I've seen several people mess up their own company's names every once in a while. As for helping me? Do you have any blue Dust?"
"Light blue or dark blue Dust? And crystals or powder?" Silver asked.
"Dark blue and powdered, please."
"Okay. How much?"
"Ten grams, if possible."
"I can do that. If you would wait here?" Silver moved off with a ten gram canister and filled it up at one of the Dust powder dispensers around the room, letting it fill up with dark blue Dust, or Water Dust. Once it filled up, he made his way back to the main counter and weighed it on the scale, seeing how much it would cost. Once he got the amount, he nodded and told the woman the amount. She handed over the specified Lien and Silver handed over the Dust. "Pleasure doing business with you, ma'am."
"And you, too. Try and get the greeting fixed, would you?"
"I'll practice it," Silver said, smiling. The woman exited the building, the doorbell ringing as the door shut.
Summer was going to die. This was a fact. She knew she was going to nomads that found her didn't have the necessary tools to heal her, and her Aura wasn't recharging fast enough to heal her. She knew this was coming, but she didn't expect how bad it was. That's when she saw him: a man with silver eyes, brown hair, and a sword. He called it the Infinity Blade.
Her eyes shot open, filling the room with a silvery light. One of the medics near her jerked, and Summer said, "Get the Chieftan, now."
The medic complied and the Chieftan was there in moments. Looking at him with her still-glowing eyes, she said, "The man with the Infinity Blade must have my cloak. Keep it safe." She slumped back onto the cot, her energy spent.
She didn't see it, but the Chieftan nodded. "I will."
The next few days, her condition only worsened. The fourth day, she died. The Chieftan, true to his word, kept the cloak safe in his wagon.
The sword gleamed in the air as it rose, then she swiped it down as she decapitated another Grimm. A mocking voice called out from above the growling of the Grimm, "Tired yet?"
She panted as she let loose another blast of pure energy- magic- decimating the Grimm surrounding her. "Not at all. In fact, I'm just getting started." the strain in her voice belied her words.
The woman took notice of this, "Oh really? How about another, then." the keening of air splitting open was her only warning. She tried to dodge, oh did she try, but her stamina was shot after the latest blast. She screamed in agony as it scorched her back, her cloak only protecting against it partially.
The Grimm stopped their attack at the command of the woman. The woman strode through them like a shark through water, approaching her. Planting her sword into the ground, she struggled to get up, her legs failing her as she slipped on the torn-up ground. The woman tutted as she entered the clearing left by the Grimm. "Stop struggling, dear, it'll only make it worse."
She looked up at the Grimm Queen with blazing silver eyes, "I'll never give up. Not when I still have strength left in my body."
"Oh, dear, you don't have anything left." The woman pushed her down. She couldn't withstand it, she collapsed to the ground, her sword falling on top of her. She tried getting up, but couldn't find the strength to do it, despite her words. Looking at the Grimm, the woman said, "Hurt her, but do not kill her. Let her know the meaning of suffering."
The woman gave one last look at her, "You would have been a valuable ally, Summer Rose, but I am afraid that Ozpin had corrupted you. Goodbye." The Grimm Queen, Salem, vaporized into black smoke.
Summer Rose screamed as the Grimm tore at her body.
/Finally makes a Summer die in-story.
And here's where things get weird. Foreshadowing, guessing games, Summer getting mauled alive.
all so terrible.
One more premade chapter before I disappear to figure out what the hekk i'm going to write. Don't expect a chapter the week after next.
Continuity's annoying.
I won't even answer the Guest Hymn's review. it's just so stupid. plus, it's on Ch2, so you know they're complaining about bad writing. /even a sexual innuendo! *Gasp!*\\