Chapter 26: A 100 Years in the Making
Concept: An unfortunate Chance but with Crocea Mors being a tsukumogami, a tool turned into a Yokai after a hundred years of existing.
Appearance: None as of yet
A Hundred Years in the Making
I'm I gonna die…
Those where the thought that found in his depths as he laid there deep in a forest abandoned by his peer. His form was anything but pleasant as blood spread beneath an ever-expanding pool of crimson surrounding him. His right shoulder had been crushed by the Beowulves maw while his leg was missing. Large gapping wound seeped blood from his abdomen and even now he fought off the temptation to sleep.
A part of him wanted to cry, wanted to sob and call for help but another was smarter then that. He lived in Ansel, he knew the Grimm, that his cries would only draw them, he wished to fight them, to be a hero like his forebearers. Yet bow here he laid destined to die during Initiation. Looking up a hopeless joyless chuckle escaped him as he saw a bronze javelin still embedded in the tree above a scrap of torn brown fabric ran through
It was Miló, Pyrrha's weapon, the one she'd used to save him, that she waswte3d saving him.
"'Heh' I couldn't even thank you for the save huh?" A tear ran down his cheek at that, at the fact that he couldn't even get a step in before he'd failed. With that failure his families voice came back to mind.
My Little Knight I know you want to be a huntsman but… sometimes we're not, meant to do the things we dream of…
Jauney you need to slow it down okay little bro, come on I'm sure there something better for you to do then try to be like dad right.
Jaune I love you but come on, Jeans already able to spar with dad and you can't even last a minute.
I'm sorry bro but please… just give up…
You a huntsman, Jaune life isn't one of your stories… grow up.
Come on Jaune just stop, please.
Why won't you stop even after all our sisters have told you to, we're not trying to hurt you, we just don't want you to get yourself killed.
Big Brother… you should stop…
Son… there's no shame in not raising Crocea Mors, I fought so you wouldn't have to so please… leave the protecting to Jean.
They were right… He remembered the day he told them he'd made it into Beacon, he remembered as his father put his arm on his shoulder how he had anticipated his old man's praise.
Don't worry if you end up coming back home, none of us will think any less of you…
Tears began to streak down his cheeks as he remembered those words and with his despair several forms had been drawn, with fading eyes Jaune looked out to see the encroaching form of several Grimm like the alpha who'd put him in such state but smaller.
"Beowulves..." He knew it was futile, yet he rose Crocea Mors despite that, he wanted to raise his shield, but he couldn't feel his other limb anymore. However, a smile came to his face when he remembered yesterday when he arrived. Sure he blew chunks on the bullhead but… he remembered meeting his first friend, after all his sisters made it hard for him to make those before.
Aren't you the guy who threw up on the ship?
"Heh, at least I got to make one friend…"
Well, I like it! Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days.
She even liked Crocea Mors, I'm sure mom and the others would've loved to meet her, though Jean would've teased me endlessly about having a Girl-friend 'heh'.
The Grimm closed in drawn by the blonde's sorrow and blood yet despite that he stood up leaning against the tree. The first pounced but Jaune barely managed to swing Crocea Mors in time the Arc of his swing somehow managing to decapitate the Beowulf however the attack took all the strength that remained in the blonde failing form.
With no strength left he fell forward even lifting his head was a struggle as the pain dampened and numbed.
Do you really think you're in a position to ask her to be on your team?
He gritted his teeth at the memory accepting the truth of her words… they were the truth, he had no right to stand among them. He was a fake, a fraud, a starry eyed village boy with dreams of living up to his ancestors' heroics. Slowly he could feel it, the world fading to black before him, yet even so, even on the verge of death he reached out to his family's sword.
The sword of his father his grandfather and so forth, it was the blade of countless heroes. Ever since his grandfather had told him of his first tale Jaune had dreamed of the day he'd wield the ancient blade. If he'd die he at least wanted to die his families heirloom in hand, ignoring the numbing cold and searing pain alike he stretched his failing limb towards it. Yet his body could do little more than lift the single-arm tears ran down his face, not from the fear of death nor his pain but of frustration.
"Please…" The world faded from his gaze as what vestiges of strength failed him, Jaune's face fell against the forest floor.
Actually Jaune, I think you'd make a great leader.
A weak smile came to his face at those words' memory, and as little as it may have actually been in his final moments at least his last thoughts would be words of belief, something he'd been denied for his whole life.
Raise my Ruler…
A melodic voice spoke to him… he'd never heard it before and yet, it seemed so familiar, so natural and warm. Yet he did not hear the enchanting voice with his ears but as an echo in his mind, no. In his… soul.
With all the power that remained in his pitiful form the blonde knight opened his eyes, what he saw was the last thing he'd ever expect. Standing there in the clearing was a girl her form bare and pure yet scared and dirty. Long pale flaxen locks of hair ran down to just below the shoulder blades of her fair alabaster skin. She looked almost like his snow angel. Yet despite her beauty, despite how at any other time her form would captivate and ensnare him all the blonde knight could do was despair as where she stood was just out of reach.
And in her thin and slender arm she held it, the dull sword that he'd dreamed of wielding into his life as a hero. Now however the blade was nowhere to be seen only the hilt, he shook at the sight.
"Give it back… Crocea Mors." Her head turned to him just enough for a single orb redder than blood to look upon him and her widening smile to be seen.
"I would gladly return to you my Ruler, yet first I must clean these blights that would harm you." Her tone was youthful, nothing like the voice spoken in his mind yet there remained one similarity, the love and faithfulness in that tone. Maybe that was why he trusted her and gave in and let sleep take him.
She looked to him laying against the ground, his body was in tatters and his leg gone. She wanted for nothing more than to return to him that instant, yet another urge rang nearly as strong in her being, her eyes turned to the encroaching Grimm and in response they stilled. Her expression turned to one of contempt her eyes losing any ounce of goodwill.
"You seek to harm my Ruler?" She stepped forward towards the beast her eyes cold and dull like the steel she'd been born from. The pair of Beowulves did not hesitate to act one leapt towards its prey while the other charged forth. The fair child did not cry nor freeze, she did not turn to run nor so much as flinch but instead vanished. Her form gone from the beast of darkness's sights.
"Foolish beast…" Her vibrant tone never reached the Grimm's ears even as they descended, their forms already fading away alongside the black slick coating her fingertips. With a flick of her wrist the evaporating black left her and she turned back to her one purpose. Silently she strode forth by him in an instant and once more light returned to her eyes. She fell to her knees and rose a hand her finger's that could part the flesh of man and beast alike easier then any blade traced his cheek, a gentleness kinder than any mother and more loving than any lover. Slowly a smile spread across her face as she looked to him.
"Do not fret my Ruler, you will be well now that she's here." Just as the words left her a woman entered the clearing, she was tall for a girl of her teens with beautiful hair red like ruby and blood. Emerald eyes looked to the sight before her and while for a moment the girl presence took her that attention was quickly shattered by shock and horror when she looked to the form beside the girl.
"JAUNE!" Rushing to him Pyrrha slid to her knees her arm's quickly wrapping around him ignoring the warmth of his blood.
"Jaune, Jaune!" She shook terrified, had she missed and impaled him! However, the notion quickly vanished as she saw the fading corpses of Grimm. What had happened, did, did he fight off the Grimm and fell to them. She looked to the dull blade embedded not far from him, even now thrusted into the earth like a guardian it looked completely unassuming. Ignoring it she turned back to the boy who'd caught her interest, and it was fortunate that at that moment she had.
It was ever faint but still she heard it the taking of a breath and the almost impossible lift of his chest, quickly she looked to his face and saw the faint twitch of pain. He was alive! It was then the reality of her situation set in, his condition, the blood and where they were. They were still in Initiation, still attempting to be Huntresses, in his condition Jaune wouldn't survive the next several seconds let alone finish the test.
Technically they weren't even partners for they'd not even met eyes if she wanted to, she could leave him here. It'd be cruel and callus but in the long run she'd pass a more competent partner not so weak as to fall in battle against mere Beowulves at her side. She could become the huntress she always knew she could be and all it would cost is her throwing the miracle of a chance that was his already flickering life. The answer was obvious in truth, she couldn't afford to fail, to carry dead weight and risk her chances. It was just one life for the many she'd surely save later on It was an easy choice.
Pyrrha went to work pulling off her sash and wrapping the scarlet ribbon around the Arc's back hoping to tie him against her back to help carry him surely others would be at the ruins.
The choice was easy because there wasn't ever one to begin with, a huntress willing to abandon someone in need was no huntress at all.
Splendid…
The voice was sweeter than honey and softer than wool and for a moment she looked around herself to find its origin but was greeted by only the silence of the Emerald Forest.
"Who's there! Please help us! He needs medical attention immediately!" For several seconds the world remained silent and in accordance Pyrrha nearly gave up.
Awaken him… let my Ruler's radiance blind this world...
For several seconds the spartan stilled content with not being able to fathom the melodic tone until finally reason and realization returned and she met the boy's paling face.
"It can't be…" slowly she rested her palm to his cheek and let it show the barest hints of her soul's glow and to her shock his did not respond in kind.
His Aura, he hasn't awakened it!
Who'd ever heard of such a thing, to enter a combat school without aura was unthinkable let alone a huntsman academy! And yet he fought off Grimm with little more than a sword… It was incredible and suicidal and yet it also gave a way to up his chances, even if only by the faintest amount. It was with that thought that she focused her hand clutching his, slowly scarlet rays begun to seep from her form before bleeding into the weaken Arc's body.
"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality…" She felt her soul reach his, feeling its faint warmth even so close to death. However, just out of her sight an old blade gave the faintest glimmer in response.
"Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all." The feeble soul began to reignite with her aura's aid and the flesh hopelessly torn cold begun to warm. However, as his soul strengthened stains of white light guided her crimson glow to the blade mending with the dull weapon.
"Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee."
Despite the impossibility, his soul responded and the faithful blade beside the warrior glinted in kind. Her eyes where shut scared to see the result, Jaune was at death's door even if he was slightly above the average the best his aura could afford him was a more comfortable death. She knew this despite wishing she was ignorant of it.
However, her thoughts and fears were forgotten when she felt it. Warm and light on reflex she opened her eyes to look down and saw it. resting there was the same blonde teen however whereas before he was pale and without a hint of life now he laid his skin a healthy pink and his chest lifting up and down alongside his breaths.
The sight would have anybody stumped for words and yet for her his condition was not what was the most unbelievable but instead what surrounded him. Light, whiter then snow and warmer than any summer burned around him with burning ferocity, words left her as she stared into it's near blinding radiance. But before she could act or respond the light enveloped her invading her being.
She felt it mend with her own soul's light and in their union expand it, amplify it, her scarlet hue grew in radiance brighter and more vigorous than ever before. The feeling was like nothing she ever felt before her eyes turned to the blonde baffled.
How? What is this? Could this be…
"His Semblance…" Despite asking she already knew, it was rare but some individuals awakened theirs immediately, could his be one of such. Feeling her aura expand and burst beyond all her limits she knew it had to be his semblance. Her aura then surged forth back into him aiding in mending his still torn form alongside the white hue that wasn't hers seeping into her body only to reinvigorate her soul and send her aura back to his form.
Its… cycling my aura and his.
It was unthinkable multiplying her aura's strength before directing it back into his form all the while sending more aura into her to repeat the process. It was only something that could be done when awakening one's aura when two souls connected. So immersed was she in the unbelievable act that she didn't notice the blade just out of her sight, it shook and glimmered as a silhouette manifested of a pale child with flaxen near white hair skin as pale as death and eyes like blood. The girl smiled at the sight content with the child aiding her ruler.
She felt the white aura invade her and shuddered, her ruler's soul was just as she thought, determined and sincere. She felt it bond to her and accepted the light honestly without hesitation, slowly the tiny form changed expanding as her flaxen lock grew fair and golden. However, as the scarlet hue of the girl met her blade her eyes once red like blood begun to flood green shiny like emeralds. She smiled at the union of souls that she represented. The red aura of the champion manifested before shifting into a rather revealing dress redder than any blood while golden armored boots formed around her dainty feet.
for a moment she examined herself her beauty and form however soon her gaze left her new form before looking over to something far more precious, a smile spread across her face. With nimble steps she advanced her presence nonexistent as she did so she spared a moment to look for something finding the object and frowning when she did. Laying there in the grass was his leg that the abomination had severed. If only she woke a moment soon however now was no time to dwell on such so, she reached out and took it in her arms cradling it to her expanding chest. White light begun to surround the limb before finally however when it didn't respond her frown fully fixed itself upon her face.
"Forgive my failure." Letting the limb fall to the ground she looked the bright light before returning to her goal soon standing just behind the young huntress so immersed in his semblance's light.
"This has to be his Semblance…" She smiled at the girl's wit.
"Indeed." The girl's shoulders hitched as she looked back to her eyes wide in surprise, she supposed it was the expected result. Yet she didn't bother allowing the girl to speak against her instead advancing past the young champion and kneeling before him. The girl didn't respond with the hostility warranted but she'd forgive her this once if only for her part in saving him.
"Aura Amplification, that is his semblance." Slowly she shifted the boys head to lay on her lap looking to his lovely face as he breathed. She trembled at the sense of touch, at the warmth of his cheeks at her fingertips. So overwhelmed was she that she nearly forgot her purpose but once restored she returned to her goal. Looking to his sleeping face she leaned forward declaring the power that'd save him as a foreign aura flared around her glowing the fiercest crimson.
"…Critical Over."
Blood, fire and corpses, that was all that could be see…
Screams filled his ears as men and women clashed blades on a battlefield long forgotten, their weapons were plain as the very blade he'd admired throughout his youth. A woman clad in white armor struck her blade into the oncoming enemy, the blade of death slipping between the neck of his helmet and tearing into his throat. Blood sprayed and the last words to leave the fallen man was a pained gurgle as he choked on his own crimson.
Blood sprayed, but what did it matter? she'd long been bathed in blood, his body practically caked in crimson. Slowly the warm fluid of life dripped from her. Yet she didn't feel the dread she should, in fact she felt rather content, not for the killing, she took no joy from it or from the thrill of battle only a fool or monster would ever say such.
No the source of her content was much simpler, which was why it was so terrifying. It was to be expected for her to reap lives, to take others from this world without question or hesitation, it was the very reason she'd been forged…
And like that the field changed and when focus returned no longer was she on a field of bodies but instead a tundra. The white was baffling and the roars of the violent winds mind shaking yet she remained calm, keen on her purpose. Slowly she advanced while other's fell succumbing to the cold's wrath, she was not affected like the newer generation, she was not advanced nor complex which was precisely why she would outlast the others. her innards would not succumb to the chill and once more she'd fulfill his purpose.
Again the scene changed to a battlefield of a different nature, to his back stood a simple frontier village but before him encroached Remnant's blight. False beings parroting creatures seeking nothing but the destruction of men, yet they would not harm him. However, he would fight them, oppose them for it was his purpose and slowly a radiance once more enveloped him from his wielder.
Finally though the world rewind, before the wars for equality and the one of the faunus's freedom her partners… no her Rulers flashed through her mind. A fool of honor whose only wish was to protect his massive brood from all that would harm them. His father a man of power and will who sought a just Remnant and fought for those not of his kin nor race in a war against those who would oppress. A heroic knight who spent his whole life writing the wrongs of a wore torn Remnant sharing his body with a older much more jaded soul.
Then there was her, their progenitor, she was nothing remarkable, which was exactly why she was… for even in her defeat bathed in flames by the hands those who she'd once called comrades and friends she still fought to protect them… To give her kind a chance to end the war.
It was in seeing her perish that the others came to mind, The heroic Knight giving himself to the older more powerful soul to protect others. the lion of a man becoming brittle and weak from his battles for the faunus. The man who sought for nothing but to protect his family casting her aside for a more modern weapon this age. It was only then she felt it, a pain one like her shouldn't feel. However just as she was about to succumb to the despair, the isolation.
He came… a simple soul lacking his forebearer's talents nor grand destinies, raised on his ancestors' legends and heroics. He looked to her like she were the single most beautiful thing in the world, like she were his fate and one he'd happily accept. This sincere little soul disobeyed his father only once touching her edge, his father yelled in worry for she was never dull sharp enough to where even a faint touch could end in tragedy.
Yet when he snatched his child's hand and looked to it he found no crimson or a cut, why was simple. She would never harm him, for he was her new ruler…
Awaken…
Slowly heavy eyelids lifted as azure orbs struggled for focus, the world was a mix of colors to him, his limbs were numb his body sore and yet with the realization of their meaning a joy came top him.
"Am I… alive?"
"Yes." His eyes shot up at the tone familiar as he'd heard before he succumb to his wounds, however when he looked up to their source and his eyes gained back their clarity all he could do was stare. Looking down on him was a pair of breathtakingly green orbs that shown like emeralds. Her face was youthful but with a level of elegance and maturity beyond her years as she smiled lovingly down upon him. Her hair was a breathtaking blonde as if sprinkled in gold dust. For several seconds the Arc laid completely captivated by the figure before him before a voice broke through the silence.
"Jaune!" Without warning a girl clad in bronze tackled into him, her arms wrapping around him fiercely ignoring the dirt and blood.
"You're alive! Thank the gods!" Jaune watched as she pressed into him concern more then evident as she buried her face into his bare chest, he felt her heated tears against his skin wetting the dried blood against it.
"Pyrrha." Concerned he gripped her shoulders pulling her slightly away from his dirty chest, he looked to see tears fall from her face.
"If I'd made it here sooner this wouldn't have happened… You wouldn't have been so nearly… so nearly." He watched as fresh tear began to form and the tall girl begun to sniffle.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" His heart stirred at the sight of the her crying and before long he reached out patting her head on reflex. The spartan paused at the familiar gesture before looking to him to be greeted by a smile.
"Its fine Pyrrha, I'm alive okay, besides if you hadn't speared me I'd be a mess on the floor right now." The spartan looked to his smile before blushing and looking away.
"I-it was nothing really! But what about you, do you feel well? Does anything hurt?" Jaune chuckled rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah, truth be told I feel super sore right now, what happened?" The spartan blinked several times.
"You don't remember?" Jaune chuckled before shaking his head.
"Yeah, can't say I do, sorry… I remember being pinned to the tree but not much else, mind filling in the blanks Pyrrha."
"It would seem the strain of death had dulled your mind." Jaune froze at the honeyed tone and turned to see a very beautiful woman incredibly close to himself. Her appearance was that of a young woman in her late teens like himself with a rather slender physique and healthy soft skin upon a ample chest her appearance was almost like an Arc and for a moment he thought he'd been looking upon a long lost sister if not for her dazzling emerald eyes that look uncannily like Pyrrha's own. For a moment his mind paused alongside his heart before she reached out to him cupping his cheek in her small soft hand.
"Whatever might be wrong my Ruler." It was her melodic voice that brought him from his panic and sent him into a near panic. Quickly he shot to his feet ready to jump back but no sooner did her fall leftwards crashing into the dirt.
"Jaune!" Jaune flinched at the pain coughing a bit of dirt that'd swept into his mouth.
"Did I… trip." Jaune paused midsentence as he saw his shoe in front of him left markered on the sole of the sneaker from one of the twins many pranks. However the sight of the shoe isn't what made him pause but of the foot still attached to it.
"I-Is that my…"
"Indeed." Jaune turned to see the blonde woman approach him a note of seriousness in her tone as she approached.
"When I'd come to you I'd dare to say you were already all but a closed-door from death." Jaune looked to her not able to articulate but it hardly seemed to bother her.
"If not for this girl I fear you'd be lost to me ruler." Jaune stared at Pyrrha who looked down Ashmawy clutched one of her arms nervousness clear.
"Is, is that true…" Pyrrha looked up struggling to respond before giving a nod.
"I-it is." Jaune nodded dumbly to her words while the woman smiled a bit of mirth evident.
"Now, now my girl it is not as though his condition was any fault of yours. In fact if not for you I am sure my Ruler would be no more." Jaune blinked twice confused by the woman's words but nodded none the less at the opportunity to make Pyrrha feel better.
"She's right whatever you did it was incredible! Like magic." Pyrrha blinked several times.
"Wh-what I did? Jaune do you not remember?" The woman on the other hand giggled into her hand.
"Forgive my Ruler, he is from a rather remote region and I fear the concept of aura and the like alluded him."
"I see… Um actually I have a question." Pyrrha looked to the woman who remained content with staring back at her.
"What is it champion?"
"W-who exactly are you and why are you here, I don't remember seeing you on the cliffside?" the woman smiled before dusting herself off and looking Jaune's way a warm smile forming.
"I am somebody who wishes to aid Jaune, shall we leave it at that for now, until we are safe." Pyrrha considered it for a moment but ultimately nodded.
"Good then first let me make one thing clear, I am not an initiate, therefore you are his partner Nikos." Pyrrha pointed to herself.
"Me?" The woman nodded.
"Does this displease you? It would be wrong to blame you, after all his leg is gone and a crippled hardly makes for an ideal partn-"
"Stop!" Pyrrha rose her voice for the first time looking mad.
"That's not what I meant, his current condition doesn't matter." Turning to Jaune she shifted to an expression of concern stretching out her hand to him.
"Are you okay?" He looked to his leg once more and then back to the spot it once occupied now a stump, slowly a single miserable chuckle left him.
"You should go Pyrrha." The redhead paused.
"What?" He smiled bitterly.
"I said you should leave."
"Jaune…"
"Look at me, I nearly died against a Beowulf and now, now I can't even stand. I would just drag you down Pyrrha, so please go." Shooting her the best smile he could manage she spoke up again.
"If you hurry, I'm sure you'll find somebody, I don't want you to fail because of me." He looked over to the blond dressed in red.
"If she leaves will you pretend you didn't see her." The woman frowned but reluctantly followed.
"If she were to leave you I wouldn't trouble myself with remembering her." Jaune nodded before looking back at Pyrrha sure of his action, if he failed it may suck but at least it would only be his failure. But Pyrrha, the girl who saved him from that impossible fall, no, she deserved this opportunity.
"Well there you have it, you should leave now while you ca-"
"I won't!" Jaune paused at the girl's outburst as she stared back at him her jade eyes practically smoldering as she shot him a glare.
"Do you actually think I do that! That I'd just leave you behind because your hurt!" Jaune blinked still confused but the spartan didn't give him the opportunity to speak up.
"Because I'm not! I refuse to be that kind of woman! Who'd leave the injured to their fate like those bastard Branwen much less her partner!" gripping his palms she glowered the look almost cute on her sublime face if it weren't so cold and angry. Reaching out she took one of his hands in her own.
"Your my partner, succeed or fail Initiation we'll do it together understood?" Her gaze left no room for discussion, Jaune recognized it from his mother and somehow it comforted him to see. Slowly he nodded a smile forming alongside a faint blush.
"Yeah, I mean 'cough' I understand… partner?" with his last word her expression returned to one more kind by default as she nodded.
"Partners." Jaune forced a smile, he hated the idea of being a burden but he'd learned how to recognize a losing battle from years of experience against seven older sisters. He wouldn't be able to convince her to abandon him which meant all he could really do in his state was try to not get in her way. It was while these thoughts came to him that the third mysterious member of their little group stepped forward, looking up Jaune was still shocked by her appearance she looked familiar in a way.
"Nikos." Pyrrha regarded the mystery woman.
"Yes?"
"Would you take guard, I'll assist Jaune, I believe you'd make a much better combatant then I would." Pyrrha looked as though she wanted to protest but paused and thought better of it before nodding.
"I-I suppose… Understood, miss um." The woman smiled kindly.
"Let's leave introduction for later, for now just call me… Nero." After nodding and taking position Pyrrha looked away and taking the chance Saber turned to him her eyes glowing with something, was it anticipation or excitement. But none the less she smiled like a child when she stretched her slender hand out to him.
"Come now take my hand Ruler." Jaune looked at the hand a level of confusion clear before a hint of suspicion took root and he regarded her.
"Who are you?" It was faint but he saw it the twitch in her smiled as she forced down the displeasure.
"We haven't the time, please, just take my hand." For a moment he considered refusing but when he saw the faint dulling in her eyes and her smile become the slightest bit more artificial at his contemplation guilt took him. She truly did remind him of his family. With slight reluctance he too her arm in his partially expecting the thin limb to give to his own however what happened he'd never expect.
It was for only a moment but win his arm touched hers, he felt it the slight warm of the old worn fabric cloaking the steel beneath of it's hilt and the weight he'd long grown accustomed to. Images flashed of his days on the road heading to Vale or training his swings of his unorthodox and self-taught style or lack there of. Of the first Beowulf he killed even if it was one yet unarmored when he was near his travels end. However, these memories where not the same as his own for their viewer was different, he could not see, hear nor smell but merely experience the actions through another through the one he was an extension of. Through Jaune Arc the current wielder of them.
He looked up to her meeting her emerald orbs with shocked azure and in response all she could do was smile, relief and hope descended from her beautiful face.
It is good to be held by you once more my Ruler…
