Hello! New chapter.

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Yeah, First person POV is not my forte. Guess I'm too used to writing Death's Life.

Vague and Mysterious are my specialty!

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Mors slowly followed the huntress. He was sometimes enraptured by the design of Beacon, so he stopped and witnessed its beauty at night.

"Come Ms. Lexus, just a few more steps." Glynda said, looking behind her to see a rather sleepy Mors.

Mors groaned and groggily followed her.

You can't blame him for being that sleepy. It was late and Mors had a rough start. Recollecting his thoughts, he began to recall what happened in that room. His vessel had cried a lot, she stopped after a long while.

Then the silver-haired man, named Ozpin, had said offered her a place at Beacon Academy due to her original home being lost. Mors had given the vessel a break and answered that he will accept, but he needs to take time recovering due to the trip to get to Vale. That and he's 18 according to Ozpin.

Anyway, the body was suffering from sleep deprivation. Luckily, Mors was there to alleviate the suffering due to being much more resilient to that type of stuff. But still, his body needs sleep. He can't afford it dropping in the middle of the hallway.

"Ms. Goodwitch?" Mors yawned.

"Yes, Ms. Lexus?" She looked back.

"What am I supposed to do when classes start?"

She stopped for a moment and Mors did too. "You can tag along with any teachers, just make sure to be careful what you say. We don't want Beacon to become an orphanage, well a full-blown one of course."

She was lucky to say that last part, because Mors would have said that some of the students attending are orphans as well.

They have arrived at Mors's dorm room. Glynda handed him the keys and a scroll for contacting and backup reasons.

Before Goodwitch would leave, Mors's vessel acted up again (but he didn't really mind) and hugged her. Tears lightly streaming down and as the vessel croaked out an audible 'thanks'. No doubt talking about the breakdown at the 'interrogation room.'

She smiled and patted her back. Mors smiled internally. 'Awwww...' Contrary to popular belief, he likes cute things.

After the vessel sniffed a bit and wiped away some of the tears, Mors gained control again. He closed the door and looked at the room.

'This is a team dorm.' Mors noted. Mildly wondering if this was intentional or not.

He started to work out the beds first. Pushing Bed B to Bed A to make space and doing the same to Bed C and D.

It went pretty fast. Then Mors placed the estoc, pistol, belt and buckler on its side on one of the corners next to the windows, in plain view when Mors sleeps. He laid the pouch on the cabinet-table thing with the light on top of it. (AN: I actually don't know)

After that, he opened the pouch and it revealed magazines, clips, a wallet and a picture. Mors didn't want to grab the picture just yet and went deeper into the pouch. Before the cluster of criminals and roses, he had turned the pouch into a bottomless pouch for storage reasons.

Struggling to find what he needs, he finally found a white tank top, short black shorts and a new pair of underwear.

The vessel yawned. "I know we're sleepy, for my sake and yours, but we need to get rid of the smell of turd."

Thankfully, there was a personal bathroom. It was mediocre, but it was fine. After taking a much needed shower, he changed his clothes to the ones he gotten from the pouch. Then he started fixing his hair, with little to no success.

Can you blame him? He never had long hair, let alone maintained one. He grumbled a bit, before just trying to straighten it out with a comb. It worked, for now.

Then he flopped into bed back-first. He sighed and looked down to see the weapons, and his eyes followed the broken moon. He closed his eyes and was ready to go on to the next day.

Vitri?

He opened his eyes to find out that he isn't in the room anymore, rather he was in a village with walls.

He remembers this place.

Promise me...

In the corner of his eyes he saw a flash of white. He ran to that direction.

Mors saw the vessel and her father practicing with their swords. Every so often the vessel would flash white, a marker.

Then Mors heard a screech of metal falling down and shouts of men and women.

That you will...

Running to the source, he saw...

Oh, well he'll be damned.

Raven Branwen. The scared hypocritical maiden woman of a tribe. The poor excuse of a mother.

Even in the afterlife, she is known. The deaths of innocents made just because they were weak is a poor excuse when she herself is the same.

How bloody ironic.

Speaking of blood, there was quite a lot. Belonging to guards, civilians and bandits alike. There was Grimm flooding in one side too.

He saw the flash of white again. He ran towards it, he saw the vessel with her father. The former was on a horse.

"Live for me." The father said.

Mors cursed. 'Stupid transition portal.'

"For my sake and yours. Please...

Mors was beyond mad at himself at this point. 'If it weren't for my own stupidity! And the bloody portal.'

The vessel shared one last hug with her father before she ordered her horse to run out.

He saw her run away with the horse.

He saw a Deathstalker chasing one of the vessel's siblings.

He saw her mother get cut down by the Grimm, trying to protect the newborn and the mother.

And finally he saw her father, on his knees before Raven.

He looked away.

The promise was broken, because of him. Ain't that great, he sighed and went to the vessel.

She was crying.

Mors sighed, he heard her say.

I'm sorry.

Damn, Mors got some issues.

I never expected the first chapter to have two more reviews! I generally expected most of my viewers to be painfully silent.

Hell, Death's Life didn't have a single review because of that.

Anyway, hope you enjoy and get ready for the next chapter.