"So it seems my journey has come to an end here. It was…a nice break."
An elderly man in grey robes stood on a beach, looking out across the ocean and staring up at the two suns. He had grey eyes and a white beard, wearing a white shirt and faded white pants alongside a belt with yellow lines and a strange golden mark underneath the grey robe with black boots. A grey pointed had covered his face from the two suns and even obscured one of his eyes.
"Amazing how after all that happened; I feel the slight bit of nostalgia for home." The old man whispered. "At the very least I know that the outside world will be safe now in the hands of my former apprentices…No, they are Masters in their own right. I know now peace is possible after seeing it so many times out there but it cost greatly. A new generation must always be ready to achieve and defend that peace. I only hope they are truly ready."
He walked away from the beach, entering a strange forest and up ahead was a massive tree in the center of the mysterious island. Along the bark of the tree were strange markings and at the base of the tree sat a pedestal with a strange sword like weapon embedded in a pedestal.
It looked more like a giant key than a sword.
"This will keep the darkness both inside and outside contained until one day, one finds this place and brings it back to me. Until then, I will no memory of this life or place to avoid the temptation of returning and exposing this and the other worlds to her. I will also unfortunately lose what magical reserves I had in this life since the source of it will be remaining here." The elderly man whispered as he sat down, staring at it. "I am quite sad to leave you like this, Gungnir. Aside from my students you were my companion through these long years. However I am hoping when I return my other companion is where I have left it."
He knew his time was drawing near. He had live so long in this form. Well over a hundred years last he recalled.
Actually maybe even a hundred and thirty years during which time, his friend appeared and traveled with him through the rest of his years.
Who keeps counting when you reach a certain age?
He had seen so many wonders, seen what it was like not fighting countless wars, suffering endless betrayals and struggling to keep a single alive in an almost fruitless battle.
He had regained hope again…
Even if he was about to lose it again.
"I am sad I will not be able to remember all of this." He cast one last look around the island he was on, taking in the forest, the massive tree, the sky and even the two suns. "But I cannot allow temptation to blind me again."
And so the elderly man lied down, staring up at the sky.
His form was engulfed by a golden light that slowly transformed into a swarm of glowing particles that resembled fireflies. The particles scattered all across the surrounding forest before coming together at the base of the tree.
There was flash of light and then all was silent.
Only the weapon named Gungnir remained.
Xxx
"Hello there."
A young man with dark hair perked up from his book at the sound of his voice. "Who is there?"
"My name…it used to be Master…No, it was King Ozric."
"Ozric…the former king of Vale Ozric?" The youth questioned. "But he died years ago."
"Yes, he did. And when he did, a great responsibility that he carried with him was left for someone else to carry out."
"A…responsibility?"
"One that we both now share, young Mr. Ozpin." The voice continued. "Don't be afraid through…Let your heart…be your guiding key."
Xxx
Consider this a one-shot I dream up for now. Confused? Well, Ozpin in the story of RWBY alludes to the Wizard of Oz but he also alludes to Odin in his role to Qrow and Raven's allusions of Huginn and Munin. And in Kingdom Hearts Dark Road it is revealed that the Keyblade Master who trained Eraqus and Xehanort was named Odin so it gave me inspiration for this little one-shot.
It was basically the idea that Ozma somehow reincarnated into Keyblade Master Odin at some point of his life, likely when Xehanort and Eraqus were still students and he learned about the other worlds. Only when it was time to die, Odin made sure he would not remember his past life as a Keyblade Master so Salem would never find out about the other worlds, the Keyblade or the Heartless. Not sure if I will make a story out of this one day but thought it would be good food for thought. Hope anyone who reads this likes it.