Weapon Masters, warriors from a forgotten past. These warriors are blessed with the gift of the art of swordsmanship. Many of these warriors spend their whole life perfecting their fighting style. Asarirn Nightlyis is a young Weapon Master. This is the tale of a family's dark past. This is the tale of the people he encountered on his journey. Many battles, many trials, and the choices he made may change him over time. This is the tale of Asarirn Nightlyis, The Weapon Master.

-*RWBY*-

There was a young man laid on what appeared to be black ground. The surrounding area appeared to be a dark void. The sky itself had the color of dark purple. The young man slowly opened his eyes as he woke up from his sleep. He blinked a couple of times before becoming aware of his surroundings. He slowly stood up from the ground.

Asarirn Nightlyis stood there in the middle of the dark void. He looked around to find any point of interest. However, He couldn't find anything but empty space. The issues were every direction Asarirn looked, every direction looked the same. After looking around, he stopped to check what he was wearing. Asarirn wore a long black coat that covered the whole body with a hood attached, covering his face. The coat had a dark red stripe pattern over the whole coat. Added to the coat, there were dark red trims on the bottom of the coat, the edges of the sleeves, and the edges of his hood.

After checking himself, Asarirn didn't have any better plan but to start walking. In a random direction, Asarirn simply started to walk.

After walking for what appeared to be a long time, the surrounding area hasn't changed at all. With all the walking, Asarirn couldn't tell whether he had walked some distance or walking in place. However, Asarirn didn't stop but continued forward.

Some more time passed as Asarirn continued to walk forward. This time, there was something different in the area. Asarirn noticed something from the distance as he walked in that direction. As he was walking closer, the something he saw turned into people. From the distance, about four people were lying on the dark ground. Asarirn's walking turned into a sprint as he headed towards the group of people. He had a feeling they might need help.

As he approached the group, Asarirn went to a complete stop in front of them. The first thing he saw was the group consisted of colorful girls. Red, White, Black, and Yellow were the first thing that came into mind. However, the second thing he saw that came to mind was less inviting: blood. There were pools of blood around three of the girls. The girl in white wore a frosted-colored small dress with a small jacket. The girl in black wore a white blouse with a black vest, accompanied by some white leggings, and the girl in yellow wore an orange t-shirt with a small tan-colored jacket. Their clothes were damaged and covered with blood and dirt. Those girls lay on the ground unconscious. Thankfully, the last girl was conscious.

The girl in red sat on the ground as she was struggling to stand up. She looked beaten as if she had been through a recent battle. Blood was on her, but not as bad as the other three. The girl in red appeared to be wearing a black blouse and a black skirt with red trims. There was a red hooded cloak attached as well. Her hair was black with red streaks towards the tip.

The girl in red stopped her struggling as she noticed Asarirn's presence. She looked up at him. The first thing Asarirn noted was the girl's silver eyes. However, the second thing he noticed in her eyes was the look of fear. The fear in her silver eyes told Asarirn that she does not want to die today. There was no exchange of words as there was silence between them. Asarirn looked at her into her silver eyes as he stood there, while the girl in red looked at the faceless face hidden behind the hood as she remained seated on the ground.

Before Asarirn had the chance to say anything, he sensed something was approaching fast. Without hesitation and in an instant, Asarirn summoned a sword that was made out of ice. He swung himself around as he blocked the swing from a sword. The reaction to the attack seemed like it happened in a flash. The moment Asarirn saw his opponent, he had a surprised look on his face under the hood. The mysterious attacker was wearing the same coat as Asarirn.

"Another member?" Asarirn thought to himself.

The blades locked together as sparks flew in all directions. Asarirn used both hands and all of his strength to push against the attacker's blade. However, both blades were not moving on their respective sides. This was a stalemate. A closer look at the weapon the attacker was wielding was some kind of black demonic blade. Asarirn felt he had seen that blade before.

"Who is he? Why am I fighting another member of the organization? Who are these girls and why are they involved?" Asarirn's mind was flooded with questions. Asarirn must know who this mysterious person is.

"I have come this far to stop now. You should know how strong I have become now," Asarirn spoke the words, but to his surprise, those were not the words he was trying to say. The words he was about to say and the words that came out were different things.

"That's not what I'm going to say. What the hell is going on?" Asarirn continued holding back against the attacker.

"They made you weak," responded the mysterious attacker.

"Well, I guess you don't know me well enough," Asarirn said jokingly without thinking. "I will protect them, no matter the cost and even it will cost me my own life."

"I guess, you have changed. You know very well that you will die doing so."

By that response, Asarirn used all of his strength to manage to knock the attacker's blade away, enough to create an opening. He quickly performed a series of sword strikes at the attacker. The attacker managed to recover in time to quickly parry and block all of Asarirn's attacks. Asarirn finished his onslaught by performing a powerful slash attack. He did this by swinging his blade down and spinning himself around, continuing the momentum of the first swing, and attacking again with the added force. The powerful attack was enough to knock the blade once more. That caused another opening for Asarirn. He immediately kicked straight into the mysterious attacker's chest. That kick was powerful enough to cause the attacker to be thrown back a good amount of distance before hitting the ground.

The attacker tumbled to the ground before completely stopping. Asarirn watched the attacker with his weapon readied in case anything happens. The attacker hasn't moved a single muscle after a short time. Asarirn assumed that the mysterious person was defeated.

Asarirn was confused as ever. He doesn't know who these mysterious girls are—the reason for another member to attack him. Asarirn wanted answers. He needed to know who was the mysterious attacker.

Suddenly, Asarirn's body turned around on its own towards the frightened girl. She had watched the whole encounter while on the ground. The expression she had on her face was a mix of scared and don't know what do to. He slowly reached out with his other hand towards the scared girl in red. She could only look at the hand for a brief moment before looking back at him.

"What the hell am I doing? I don't even know her. Why is she so important to me?" Asarirn questioned in his mind.

"Don't worry, I will make sure you are safe," were the words that came out of Asarirn's mouth without hesitation.

Asarirn watched as the mysterious girl's silver eyes widened with fear. Asarirn felt something was wrong. Before he could react, Asarirn suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest. He slowly looked down to find a blade protruding from his chest. A closer look at the edge of the blade was the same demonic sword as the attacker's weapon. He tried to breathe but meet with blood coughed out of his mouth.

"What the hell just happen...?" Asarirn managed to speak but was met with intense pain as the blade pulled was pulled out of Asarirn. He tried to cover the hole in his chest with his hand, but his body was weak. Asarirn coughed up more blood before collapsing onto his knees. He fell forward onto the ground. Blood started to pool around his body.

Asarirn's mind started to fade with his vision starting to be blurry. He could only look up to the mysterious girl. Asarirn tried to reach his hand out to the girl. However, the girl's attention was not focused on him, but the person behind him. She was shaking her head in fear as she was trying to scoot away. The sound is followed by boots on the ground slowly closing in on the girl. Asarirn couldn't do anything. Asarirn's mind slowly fade, just wondering how could this happen and why. As Asarirn's vision went black, the last thing and the only thing he could hear was a scream, the scream from the mysterious girl.

-*RWBY*-

The scream caused Asarirn to jump from his dream, but more like a nightmare. Woken up with cold sweat, he immediately sat up as he clenched his bared chest, followed by heavy breathing. The scream from the girl echoed in his mind for a moment before Asarirn started to calm himself down. He looked down to see his chest to find no hole. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"It happens again," Asarirn muttered to himself. He knew better it was the same dream again. Asarirn just sat there wondering, what could have happened that led up to that point, the mysterious four girls, the attack from the member, and his death. He continued to sit on his bed, pondering about the events.

"A dream where you die over and over again," Asarirn chuckled to himself as he fell back on his bed. Asarirn appeared to be young, seventeen to be exact, having somewhat long messing black hair. He has brown eyes with some strange writing written over the right side of his face, over his right eye down to his cheeks. Asarirn looked out the window of his room. The dark skies told him he was awake in the middle of the night. He could only stare at the ceiling before clenching his fist. He slammed his fist on the bed before muttering to himself, "Fate is not on my side..."