The Redemption

Happy Thanks Giving


Parody: Sorta a one of Pokemon Generation Episode 18


-Amity Colosseum-

Thousands of people cheered in a large Colosseum as they looked down at the center where a lone woman stood. her form was rather petite and fair-skinned, she was a young woman wearing a Two-Piece sleeveless Cheongsam while along her waist was a bear pelt. with short shoulder-length hair that covered one of her silver eyes. Yet what drew the eyes wasn't her face but the pair of snow-white cat ears that stood atop her head proudly. In her hand she held a pair of Multitasked gauntlets.

"The Winner of the 351 Vytal Festival Tournament is second-time winner Freya Lie Schnee." The crowds roared in excitement as a small girl Stella looked on to her big sister in complete astonishment, the little girl had bright orange hair and while her sister inherited the heroic Silver eyes hers were a bright magenta. She pulled at her mom's skirt as she hopped up and down to which the woman merely laughed at her youngest cute display, however the next moment the crowd silenced as someone stepped forward to the ring.

Stella looked to the figure and was shocked, standing well over nine feet was a man clad in simple but old looking clothes with dozens of stitches. His pants were grey and heavily worn while his coat was a multitude of dark colors stained black by soot and the like. From his head though, long strands of platinum gold hair trailed down while his face was worn with pale skin and black veins when Freya looked into his eyes she froze.

His eyes seethed like smoldering red embers of a long since distorted flames she didn't know why but looking at him, tore something deep inside her heart and a tear trailed down. The man smiled faintly at her in response and somewhere deep inside she knew this man, not by virtue of her own life but… an inherited belief in him. Slowly he rose his hand, and no sooner did it begin to glow a deep black that seemed to devour light and envelope her in its glow, Freya went wide-eyed and looked to the screen to see her aura returned to that of full.

She turned to him in time for him to lower his hand and slowly open his mouth to speak to her the act seeming almost foreign to him.

"Can I please ask of you a favor? Would you accept a match from me…" The smolder in his eyes grew a tinge brighter.

"I-I wish to remember what a huntsman is…" Freya didn't know why but she found herself unable to deny him and nodded in response, the old man in turn reached under his coat and from it retrieved a sheathed blade, yet he did not draw it. In one hand he held it and blades emerged from the edges of the sheath it took on the appearance of a worn Claymore that he held single-handedly. Seeing the blade drawn against her sister as the two readied to fight Stella remembered her mother's stories and turned to her.

"Mommy, mommy look! It's the man from your story." The mother looked to her daughter curiously for a moment before looking to the large man and covering her mouth. Stella looked to her mother concerningly as the older woman looked to the giant as she did tears filled the mother's eyes as if looking to a sorrowful existence. Stella looked to the man and remembered her mothers' story.

There once was a boy, he was weak but was born to a family of heroes. He had many sisters and never went unloved; the boy was happy and admired his father. So much that just like him he wanted to become a hero.

The scene showed a young Jaune cherished by his family who look to his father Julius in awe and admiration.

Freya activated her semblance, hers was unique for within her dwelled the inherited aura of the six heroes of remnant, she was propelled forward. The man swung his blade towards her and struck however soon her form faded to black and she appeared behind the him.

But the boy despite his kind nature and sincere feelings could not live up to his father's expectation and with a heavy heart he was denied by him.

The scene showed Julius turning away from his son who looked down a single tear falling.

He turned towards her and the two struck fist, the girls silver eyes flashed red as flames emerged and the man smiled. He rose his blade and in response the girl jumped back her form becoming grey and invisible to the man. Calmed she activated her dust and was coated in lighting, but it did not hurt her form as instead it made her stronger.

But the boy didn't give up, without knowledge nor strength beyond that of what he could do by his own power he walked a path to become a hero.

Jaune looked to the Bullhead to Beacon obviously nervous but resolved despite it and took his first step to his future.

Freya charged the man her forms covered in scarlet petals and in response the man rose his blade once more and swung the two clashed creating a force that shook the stadium. The man smiled as he looked to her and saw them his friends who lived on within the girl.

It was when he was so close to naught that he met a girl… she like him wanted to help others but were they differed was that she came from a family of no heroes or warriors but held the potential and skill to become one. However, it came at a cost, the girl had neither friends nor privacy, she was cast on a throne she did not want and worshiped by others.

The scene showed Pyrrha waving to fans and people seeking to use her fame and wealth all the while the distance between her and her peers in Sanctum grew… even when she entered Beacon instead of making friends she was swarmed by more who sought her by virtue of her skills.

The man took a step forward pushing the girl back before sending her skidding away he rose his hand and the black aura emerged stretching towards her she leapt from it avoiding it as it struck the earth exploding. Only to then be met by the large men as he struck her with an unreal force that sent her flying and her aura in the yellow.

But when she met that boy everything changed, the boy did not care for her fame nor her glory he saw but the girl and she in turned saw in him her hero. The girl awoke a bright and powerful white light within the boy and trained him and with her others came to acknowledge the once weak boy who had become a man and in time he came to love the girl very much.

Pyrrha pressed her hand to Jaune and allowed her aura to invade him, he didn't resist her souls mingling with his own. She was surprised when she saw his aura, so bright and strong. Day by day he grew closer to his ideals under her tutelage while she found the friends she'd never thought possible surrounding her. Finally, at the dance he stepped towards her in that ridiculous dress and they danced beside.

Freya however didn't let it stop her and leaped back towards the man who swung down only for his attack to be avoided and be met by her fist as she struck over and over again.

But an age of war had been waged, between a mighty wizard and a cruel witch over four powerful relics and the girl wanting to protect the one she cherished so much sent him far away and lost her life.

The scene revealed a falling Vale and Jaune asking her not to go and fight her… Pyrrha him before pushing him into a locker… She ignored his pleads as she entered the coordinates and sent him away. She stepped forward towards her destiny knowing that if she'd walked beside him he'd always be in danger.

Freya smiled and looked to the screen only to freeze when she saw that even after all her blows the man's aura read not even a tenth drained. That time was all he needed for when she realized her error and looked back he thrusted his sword forward striking her away. Her aura rapidly plummeted and for a moment she thought she couldn't beat him. However, an unusual warmth spread throughout her body.

The man did not let her sacrifice go to vain and several years later he and his friends defeated the witch and the wizard vanished. The Man the girl had loved was praised and idolized and the brother gods named him a hero.

Jaune stood over the disintegrating form of Salem her once baleful red eyes now dull as her form faded. The once worn blade of his ancestors was now accented with her bronze and he stood stronger then any other. People cheered but he merely let his tears fall, he'd made her death not be a meaningless one.

Freya roared and behind her a glyph formed and from it six individuals emerge, the crowd looked in reverence at the six who stood before the man. The six heroes of the second Great War while the man smiled a tear running down his pale cheek.

"My friends…"

However, men did not stop their war and continued to fight wanting the relics for themselves. Slowly one after another the Man's friends perished…

Images flashed of his and his sister's team's member fates each time a scene of them falling before the enemy taking their last breath. Nora and Ren together against the Atlesian Fleet never parting from one another till the bitter end. Yang roaring as she fought off the incoming nationalist of Mistral seeking the Spring Maiden's power.

Blake against the remnant of White Fang extremist of Vacuo, Weiss struggling as the militia of Valian troops directing their hateful glares at her for the failure of Atlas during the Fall. And finally, Ruby as she smiled to him and he pumped as much of his aura in her as he could while the enemy forces surrounded them. His tears falling on her pleading her to stay even long after she had left…

Seeing the six figures before him he assumed a battle stance, the first stance he'd learned… the one she taught him.

"Forgive me… I should've saved you all…"

Left alone with nothing the Hero fell to his knees and despaired, he cried until no more tears could fall and his once beautiful white light withered away to reveal a frail crimson glow of the girls who had given him hope.

The scene showed an older sadder man kneeling over himself his tears never ceasing his aura flashed about until finally flickering out. He rose his family's blade and gave a silent apology before plunging into his chest only for it to be intercepted. When he looked down his eyes watered once more as a faint scarlet manifested to protect him.

The six rushed towards the man who responded by letting his black aura seethe forth and battled them, trading blows and parrying each with the centuries of skills he had cultivated. There was a time where he couldn't hope to stand against even on of his friends but now he stood above them at their prime. The fact filled him with as much pride as it did sorrow.

The man cradled her light and no matter what it took he wanted to see the girl once again… So, the hero took the Relics and made a machine to give the girl eternal life.

Things shifted to reveal an older but stronger Jaune hanging off his creation it appeared like a cystized flower bud. Veins of white light ran throughout it. Jaune watched on in hope as within the machine the form of Pyrrha came into being and when her eyes opened to reveal their always loving gaze he rushed to her embracing her form.

Freya roared as she descended down from above surprising the man who rose his blade blocking her fist, Freya smiled as she triggered the dust in her gauntlets making a maelstrom of lighting envelope the area. Within the torrents of lighting the man did not buckle, however instead of being greeted by the common shock of the sight of such Freya smile only grew and he begun to feel a force so much greater then before coming from the champion.

Nora's semblance.

The girl slammed her other fist into the blade and sent it flying out of his hands.


…But the hero had suffered too much and his rage could not be quelled, he could not forgive the world that had taken the friends he loved.

However even as she embraced him his dulled and scorn filled eyes never left the flashes of war in the distance, and though it was faint his eyes now showed tinges red in his irises.

Freya closed in standing before him as she slammed a fist with all her strength into his solar plexus and for the first time the giant gritted in pain. She readied another blow but dodged to the side barely avoiding the giant of a man's own blow.

She looked up to see his other fist flying towards her and countered it with her own. Their knuckles slammed into one another and Freya nearly buckled from the blow but remained looking to him with bright scarlet tinged silver the begun to seethe a faint silver light.

Ruby… Yang.

So he took the machine and turned it into the ultimate weapon.

Jaune brought out his hand removing the relic of creation and destroying it in his palm absorbing its power and in doing so his skin begun to pale. He rose that of destruction up and inserted it, the bud finally bloomed to reveal a crystal rose with veins of baleful red.

In the opening she made the other six struck forth slamming into his form, his aura gave way entering the yellow while his entered the red. The announcer readied to declare the winner. But the Man rose his palm and no sooner did the black light once more fill her with light and her aura returned to full. However even if it was only by the slightest bit Freya could swear the darkness had lightened and she looked back to see the man looking to her hopefully.

The once great hero was no more and became a bringer of destruction.

He stepped unto the machines petal and made way to its center his eyes no longer looking to the world he had sought to protect merely the beings he could not forgive. Each passing moment his now violet eyes begun to deepen.

"Please?" She complied rushing towards him her form breaking down into petals, she knew not if he was truly the man from the story or something else but he wanted her help… and she would save him.

His aura flared at the center of the machine and it took it in before amplifying its and let the once pure light loose as it shot out. An ethereal pillar of light surged through the sky and across the world men and woman ceased their conflict to look to it. The Machine glowed brightly with all the colors of the world while Jaune gaze remained fixed on his sole goal. The machine glowed majestically for but a moment as soon the colors of the world deepened until finally they all merged leaving only a pitch-black structure the devoured all light.

The petals slammed into his form the stadium beneath their feet broke apart, the man reached out for her only to be parried by the six summons as she backed away from him. The man roared a small part of the one named hero rekindled and he tackled through them towards her grabbing his cast aside blade. The dark light spewing over its form reinforcing it with his pitiful soul.

Within it Jaune stood as his form was infused with the unfathomable power, his skin turned pallor while his hair became like that of snow… His once pure white aura darkened to reveal his long since stained hair till like the machine it was absent of any of its former brightness leaving only an abyss. It was only once the final rays of color left the machine did he act and raise his hands towards the skies using his semblance he manipulated the aura within the beam. He parted his hands and the ray broke in four directions. thousands of streams of light of all colors rained down upon Remnant each striking down exploding upon impact of erupted into blooms of hell fire.

And… he ended the war…

Jaune brought down his hands and with them the four pillars descended above each of the kingdom's capitals, crashing into them they. A sphere of destruction spread forth in each Kingdom, enveloping everything within.

In Atlas the screams of the oppressed and oppressors where equal as they were swallowed by the horrid radiance as the greatest kingdom fell upon Mantle destroying both. In Vacuo the lives of the feeble and powerful were crushed. In Mistral the cruel and ignorant where all equally brought their ends by the light of destruction and in Vale the innocents and evildoers faced their twilights by the cruel lights power. Remnant quaked and seas shook while they skies loosed tears of baleful light.

Freya shielded herself while the six summons intercepted his advance but he swung and in that one blow all six were torn in half while Freya's aura shattered as deep red flowed from her body the stadium was torn behind her as a gapping hole in the ceiling of the floating island now laid. Freya struggled to stand but for only a moment as no sooner was the dark light once more cast unto her and she looked up to see tears running down his face.

She didn't know what it was but soon he'd truly be beyond salvation that was what the swing of his blade uncaring of those who'd die from his attack showed. She stood up a mix of pity for the man and anger for her own weakness seething from her and deep inside somethings else. It was then that she decided.

The girl who loved him must have known… the man had become a being no different than the Cruel Witch he'd once slayed…

Jaune stood over the ashes of humanity laughing as the final visages of his hate vanished with the kingdom and tears of blood flowed as his sorrow, resentments and regrets mixed. The Grimm emerged around him and the machine all the while Pyrrha watched horrified at the destruction of the now silent world.

The man gripped his blade firmly in both hand and rose it in the air the blade seething darkness as an almost ethereal wail emanated from it. his crimson eyes glowed like a demon while tears of red trailed forth. He swung down towards Freya who form faded into nothing before she appeared above him and axe kicked his head. He flinched form the impact which was all she needed as she then propped a hand on his head to stabilize herself before kicking at his hands making him drop his blade.

But she could not strike him down and instead unable bear what he had become the girl who had believed in him so had left the Cruel Hero.

Miló trembled in her hand as the twin gods demanded she rectify the new scourge before her… however even as she looked to the great evil he had committed she could not do it… not to him, as memories of his kind smile flashed she dropped Milo and drawing his his glyphs, she maneuvered to catch it and stood before him she ignored its weight and the ominous pressured it leaked and drew it. The sheath was torn away to reveal a brilliant white blade filled with a bright white aura that brought tears to Freya's eyes. Holding it the blade felt somehow right in her hands. The man starred in disbelief at her as her aura spewed out and mixed with the remnants of his heroic aura that lingered in Crocea Mors.

Unable to stand beside what he had become she turned away from the Cruel being she had loved never to return.

Jaune turned to be greeted by the sight of Milo piercing the earth with trembling hands he took the weapon and looked out. Again and again he called out her name to never again hear her answer.

She leaped at him raising his blade at him, the blade that had struck down the Cruel Witch and from her eyes a silver radiance flooded out. He rose his hands to block the blow but found it meaningless as the force behind the slash was beyond what he thought she could produce. His body open from the blow the silver light struck him without reservation.

Realizing what he had become the man destroyed the machine and relic and paid a great price. The two gods that had once named him a Hero now looked to him like the Cruel Witch, they cursed him to forever wonder the world aimlessly.

Jaune kneeled over as two being stood before him one of light and the other of darkness they stretched out their hands to him and he begun to writhe and scream out in agony. His body burned as throughout his form darkness burst out each and every trace of the abyssal black the permeated throughout his immortal coils. Yet despite the pain he didn't cry out in pain but responded with but a smile and let the light take him.

Now he continues to wander searching for the girl…

Throughout the dead world he stepped following even the faintest traces of her in his wake leaving behind his aura allowing it to reinvigorate the world he had once destroyed and saving those few who had survived his sin imparting what fragment of his friends souls remained into them unaware that one day their descendant would be his salvation.

Freya looked to the silver light and as it parted what stood before him was the man, but his form was vastly different. He stood before her bared his body riddled with countless scars long since healed while his once slouched guilted form now stood ramrod straight. His skin was now the shade of living instead of its previous pallor and his eyes glowed a sincere Azure only being blocked temporarily by his flowing golden locks.

He smiled down to her before he fell to his knees and breathed heavily looking up to her like she was his god. Tears rolled down his eyes as he looked to her and saw a part of each of them within her he was then surprised to see her stretch out her hand to him. He took it and stood up towering over her and from his form white light once more streamed forth.

Freya presented the old blade once more to him, he looked to it, the blade that had been his sole constant thought the millenniums before he pressed it back into her hands.

"No… please take it, this is the only thing I can give to show my gratitude." Freya looked to the blade and found it almost feeling like it was meant to be hers and somberly nodded. Looking back to him she smiled as he did the same.

"Thank you so much for battling me… I somehow… feel free, free from all of my sorrows. The part of me that made the Ultimate Weapon…" In that moment he smiled and seeing it the remnants of the six within Freya felt at peace as a tear of relief ran down the champions cheek. A light shined from above and looking up all the people saw a woman descend from the opening in the Colosseum. To the people who saw her they could only think of that of a goddess, her hair was like rubies while her olive skin was flawless but her eyes like two perfect emeralds looked into the man's tear-filled azure.

"…Pyrrha…" On trembling feet, he took a single step forward and in response to her name she smiled sweetly.

"Jaune…" He stretched out his arms to her and without hesitation she fell into them embracing his long lone form cradling her head between the gap in his neck.

"My precious Jaune… It took you so long… three thousand years I waited for you to return to me." He fell to his knees repeating her name over and over again, after so long the boy and girl were reunited. Stella looked to the scene and smiled brightly looking to her mom.

"Look mommy the man finally found her, she must have been looking for him too. Don't they look happy?"


Felt super weird to write this one.