*Yawn*

Flandre's mouth opens widely, revealing a sharp set of fangs that glint in the morning sunlight spilling through the windows.

"Good morning Master," she mumbles.

"Good morning Flandre," Flugel yawns as he stretches.

The two of them lazily glance up at an amused Summer Rose, who currently has her arms crossed by the doorway.

"It's nearly twelve," she lightly laughs.

"Still technically morning."

"You two must have been very tired from whatever journey you were on," Summer chuckles. "I didn't want to disturb your rest."

Flandre slides out of bed like a cat while rubbing the corners of her eyes. To Summer, her actions are absolutely adorable, and thus finds herself patting Flandre's hair.

"Wha- What do you think you're doing?" Flandre lightly slaps Summer's hand away.

"I just couldn't resist," She brightly smiles.

"... Aren't you scared that I'll break you like I did to those Grimm or whatever?"

Scarlet red eyes carefully stare into Summer's.

"Hmm..." She thinks with a finger on her chin. "Not really? Plus, I already know you're hooked."

"Hooked?" Flandre tilts her head.

"To my cookies."

"... That proves nothing."

"Hah! Looks like you're losing your touch," Flugel laughs while jovially patting Flandre's head.

"Grrr... Shut up, Master!"

"I believe you said that you will be taking us to meet this Ozpin fellow today?"

Summer nods, "After lunch, or would it be breakfast for you two?"

*** Lunch ***

Summer, Taiyang, Yang, Flandre, and Flugel are sitting outside at a table in the yard, eating sandwiches for lunch. Flandre gleefully licks her lips after finishing hers.

"Urrrgh."

Summer suddenly dry heaves and moves her head away from the table.

"Summer?!"

"Mommy?"

"I-I'm fine," Summer assures as she wipes her mouth.

"How are you fine? What if something is wrong with you? We need to go to the doctor right now!" Taiyang frantically says.

Flandre and Flugel exchange looks before grinning at the couple.

"Congratulations, you two," they say simultaneously.

"C-Congratulations?" Summer asks.

"You already have Yang. Have you already forgotten what the typical symptoms are?" Flugel asks.

"Yang is not Summer's biological daughter. Wait... Typical symptoms?" Taiyang freezes and begins to mutter. "Morning sickness... Oh."

Summer's eyes widen and she instinctively places a hand over her womb.

"Indeed," Flugel smiles. "You're pregnant. A baby girl, based on my diagnosis yesterday."

"I'm... I'm pregnant?" Her eyes water with joy. "Tai, I'm pregnant! Yang, you're going to be a big sister!"

Yang, being only 3 years old, doesn't fully understand the significance of Summer's words, but can tell that it is a happy occasion. So she smiles brightly.

"We're still going to a doctor to get you checked out," Taiyang says seriously. "Just in case."

Flandre glances at her master.

'Master, is this worth the cost you paid yesterday?'

Flugel meets her eyes with a smile.

'It was only one source, Flandre, and the cost is only temporary. You already know that if the only issue was Summer's eyes, then it's unlikely I would have done this. The life that I'd sensed within Summer's womb yesterday was dwindling. If left alone, it would have ended as a miscarriage. How could I ignore something like that, especially to a benefactor? Summer's morning sickness is proof that the magic flowing freely within her has strengthened the child, ensuring that it will be born live and well. Additionally, are you not curious how the child will turn out? It will grow and develop in a magic rich environment. Wouldn't you say that the cost of a single source is worth it?'

'Still... She's a human... You know how they tend to be, Master.'

'Uh, Flandre.. A-Am I not a human?'

'Master... If you're still considered a human, then I'm a hamburger...'

'... Are you complementing or insulting me?!'

"Tai, Beacon has its own medical facilities for Huntsmen and Huntress use only. Both you and Yang should come with us."

He nods with anticipation, "Sounds good."

*** On a bullhead ***

"Hmm..." Flugel asks, "What is the energy source for this ship's propulsion? Electricity? Gas? Nuclear?"

Summer tilts her head at the foreign terms Flugel had just listed off.

"It's powered by Dust," she explains. "Everything is powered by Dust."

'Just where in the world were they to not know what Dust is? And just what does nuclear mean?'

"... Dust? You people have found a way to turn dirt and dead skin cells into energy?"

"Er... No, what I mean by Dust is this," Summer lightly laughs as she reaches into a pouch. She grabs a small ice Dust crystal and presents it to Flugel.

He raises an eyebrow at the translucent rock in his hand.

'This is... I didn't notice before due to how weak the signature is. Heh, Flandre, doesn't this kind of look like one of your-'

Flandre glances at the Dust crystal and scoffs.

'Please don't finish that sentence, Master. That would be insulting. Mine are much more pristine and beautiful compared to that piece of junk."

"How intriguing," Flugel says before handing the crystal back. He turns his head and peers out the window.

'I sense zero wards or incantations on the city walls. Left like this. even a mid tier mage could easily get past these defenses... Just what is this so-called magic user thinking?'

The bullhead descends and lands on the Beacon Academy docks. When the doors slide open, the five of them step down the ramp and onto the Academy grounds.

"Welcome to Beacon Academy," Summer cheerfully announces to Flugel and Flandre.

"It sure has been a while since I've seen this sight," Taiyang sighs while he's carrying Yang in his arms.

The passing students cast curious eyes towards the newcomers, especially at Flugel with his robes. As they approach the courtyard, a young blond woman with glasses and piercing green eyes is standing there waiting for them.

"I came as soon as I saw the system flag your name in the bullhead records," Glynda says. "I'm glad to see that you safely made it back from your mission, Summer."

"Hey Glynda," Summer waves. "I wouldn't exactly say that everything went as planned though..."

Glynda raises an eyebrow, then glances at Flugel and Flandre.

"And these two are?"

"They're actually related to my mission," Summer explains. "Ozpin might be interested in meeting them."

"... I see. Then follow me, I'll take you to him right away."

Glynda glances back at Taiyang and Yang as she leads them towards Beacon Tower.

"Why did you bring these two along?"

"Ahaha..." Summer scratches her cheek with a finger. "Well... There's a bit of a family matter to address in Beacon's medical wing after our meeting with Ozpin."

"Family matter? Medical wing?" Glynda asks curiously.

"Big sister! Big sister!" Yang repeats happily.

"Yang! That was supposed to be surprise," Summer playfully chides.

Glynda's mouth opens as she connects the dots.

"Summer, you're... pregnant?"

She simply responds with a joyful smile.

"Congratulations," Glynda genuinely smiles. "I suppose this will call for a maternity leave."

"I haven't had a break in a long time," Summer sighs. "I gladly welcome it."

The blonde professor turns to the strange pair while adjusting her glasses.

"Mister Flugel, may I ask how you and Miss Flandre are acquainted with Summer?" Glynda asks.

Flugel has a hand up on his chin, studiously looking at Glynda.

'Hmm...'

"Mister Flugel?"

"... Huh? Did you say something?"

"How are you and Miss Flandre acquainted with Summer?" she slowly repeats with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

'Was he ogling me?'

"Pffft, Master! You were looking at her like a weird pervert," Flandre snorts loudly. "Has it been that long for you?"

"... Shut up, Flandre."

Flugel clears his throat.

"We came across Summer during our journey and found her in a bit of a sticky situation. Being good Samaritans, we gave her our aid, and now, here we are."

Glynda's eyebrow twitches. The nonchalant and vague manner this man had just responded greatly reminds her of a certain headmaster.

'What the heck is a Samaritan?'

They enter Beacon Tower and approach the central elevator. She gestures for them to enter when the doors slide open.

"After you. Mister Flugel? Miss Flandre?"

Glynda, Tai, and Summer notice that the two aren't following behind them. Rather, they are staring down at the ground.

"Hoh... This really is an interesting place. Wouldn't you agree, Flandre?" Flugel comments.

"Indeed, Master. Should we take it? Give me the word and I'll crush those barriers with a sneeze," Flandre grins.

"Are you trying to get us thrown into jail?"

Glynda slightly narrows her eyes.

'What are they talking about? I don't recognize that language. And why are they so interested with the floor, unless... no... it couldn't be.'

"My apologies," Flugel lightly bows. "We were just taken aback by this tower's architectural design."

"... I see."

When they enter the elevator and ascend through the floors, Glynda notices the pair to be staring upwards, and for a second, she could swear that Flugel's eyes shimmered with various colors.

*Ding!*

"We're here. Please follow me," Glynda says as she leads the way towards Ozpin's office doors.

*** Ozpin's Office ***

"Please take a seat," Ozpin gestures to a small table. "It has been a long time, Tai."

"Ozpin," Taiyang greets with a nod. "It has indeed been a while."

"And this must be Yang," the headmaster smiles down at little girl in Taiyang's arms. "She is about two years old?"

"She actually just turned three."

"I see. And these two are?" Ozpin glances at Flugel and Flandre.

"You may call me Flugel," he enigmatically smiles.

"Flandre," she grins, flashing her fangs.

"I met these two during my mission," Summer explains. "Well... to be more specific, these two saved my life during my mission."

Both Glynda and Ozpin widen their eyes.

"Tell us what happened."

"Okay," she breathes out. "Like the mission entailed, I went out into the wastelands to scout out the area. Things were going relatively smoothly until I was ambushed by a Nuckelavee."

"A Nuckelavee..." Ozpin mutters. "And then?"

"Before I could kill it... Rather, before it attacked, it shrieked," Summer sighs. "And all the Grimm in the vicinity came rushing to my location. So I did the only thing I could... I fled."

Glynda shudders. Just how many Grimm would have been attracted by the Nuckelavee's howl in a hot spot like the wastelands? There's a very good reason why only Huntsmen class A or above are allowed in that zone.

"I ran for two straight days. In those two days, it was as if all of the Grimm in that zone became aware of my location and began pursuing me. By the time I'd come across Mister Flugel and Flandre, the numbers easily exceeded a thousand..."

"Over a thousand..." Glynda gasps. "Then, how in the world did you come out unscathed?! What happened?"

"Summer, I said there were 1,683. Get your facts straight!" Flandre huffs.

"Er... right, what Flandre said," Summer nervously laughs.

"You said that Mister Flugel and Miss Flandre here are the ones that saved you," Ozpin says with a serious expression. "What did you two do exactly to escape from all of those Grimm?"

"Escape?" Flandre looks at Ozpin as if he were an idiot. "Why would we run? Would you run if several ants tried to attack you?"

"... A-Ants?"

'Did she just refer to a swarm of one thousand plus Grimm as ants?!'

Summer looks at Ozpin and Glynda with an awkward expression. "Actually... Flandre just kind of destroyed them all. In an instant."

The cup of tea in Ozpin's hand slips out and shatters on the floor.

"... Excuse me?" He slowly asks.

"Flandre destroyed them all," Summer repeats. "She just clenched a hand, and they all went poof!"

"Preposterous!" Glynda exclaims. "I don't care just how fantastical some Semblances can be. What you're describing is patently ridiculous."

Ozpin takes a deep breath.

"Unless Summer is lying, this must have happened right before her eyes. So for now, let us assume that Summer has not embellished her story. Miss Flandre, could you explain to us what you did to destroy those Grimm?"

Summer looks at Flandre expectantly, hoping to finally get an answer on how she'd accomplished that feat.

Flandre playfully swings her legs under the table, due to them barely reaching the ground.

"Oh that? I just crushed their eyes," she lazily replies.

"Huh?"

"Eyes?... I'm not quite following," Ozpin mutters.

Flandre sighs while waving a hand, "Not their literal eyes, boy."

'Boy? Is she treating Ozpin like a child?!'

"Everything has an eye. This table, that teapot, and even this tower we're sitting in. All of them have their respective eyes. To put it simply for your uneducated minds, the eye is where the tension is the highest. All I did was grab the eyes of those Grimm or whatever you call them, and gave a little squeeze."

Everyone in the room are visibly confused by Flandre's explanation.

"Master," Flandre says while shaking her head. "The people of this world might as well be apes if they can't understand my simple and eloquent explanation."

Flugel chuckles, "Don't be rude, Flandre. That ability of yours is ridiculous, even by my standards. It shouldn't be surprising that they can't fully comprehend what you're trying to say. Hmm... perhaps this will help. If I had to give Flandre's ability a name, it would be Destroying absolutely anything and everything."

"That's such a lame name!" Flandre pouts. "You can't come up with something better?"

"That's literally what that ability does..."

"Bleh!" She sticks her tongue out.

"D-Destroy anything and everything?... Absolutely?" Taiyang stammers. "Like... no exception? At all?!"

"So far, this description has held true," Flugel shrugs. "She once destroyed a meteor without breaking a sweat."

"Ridiculous," Glynda mutters, obviously not buying it.

Annoyed, Flandre holds out a hand and forms a claw. Immediately, the entirety of Beacon Tower begins to rumble and shake, as if threatening to crumble at any moment. Aside from Flugel, everyone jerks up in alarm.

"Flandre."

"Che!" Flandre clicks her tongue while putting her arm down, and the rumbling stops.

"... I-Is that Miss Flandre's Semblance?" Ozpin asks, trying to remain as calm as possible.

"They said that it was... magic," Summer says nervously. "Mister Flugel healed me up in seconds, then teleported us across the world in an instant. Truth to be told, I was in the wastelands just yesterday."

Ozpin is dumbfounded.

"Did you just say magic?!"

Summer silently nods.

"Is that so strange?" Flugel casually asks. "Was Flandre's little demonstration not enough? In the past, this world was filled with magic."

'How did he-?!' Ozpin's mind races.

"The past?..." Summer repeats.

'It's like he's implying that he was actually there...'

"Mister Flugel... Just how old are you exactly?" She slowly asks.

Flugel looks up in thought, then shrugs.

"I've lost count... Flandre?"

Flandre sighs, "Why is your memory so terrible? You and I first met when you were 12 years old. So you're roughly around 363,058 years 5 months 10 days 13 hours 15 minutes and 47 seconds old. And just for the record, I'm older than Master by 500 years!"

"Was that last comment really necessary?" Flugel grumbles. "At this point, those years hardly even matter."

Everyone's mouth collectively drops at the number Flandre had just recited.

'She's... older?! She barely looks 13 or 14 years old!'

'That is older than Salem and I combined!'

"Hmm, maybe I'm off by a few seconds?" Flandre tilts her head. "Oh no, Master! Am I going senile too?!"

"What do you mean by 'too'?!"

'No wonder she treats Ozpin like a child...'

Flugel clears his throat, "Though quite frankly, I'm a little disappointed."

"W-What do you mean?" Summer asks, still recovering from the revelation of Flugel's and Flandre's ages.

"Didn't you say that this Ozpin fellow is one of the few magic users in the world? Because of that, I had my hopes up, but this is just sad," he shakes his head.

"Master and I have been intentionally leaking Mana the moment we stepped off those ships," Flandre smirks. "Yet, no one's reacted so far."

"Are we just going to ignore his age?!" Taiyang exclaims.

"It's just a number, don't worry about it so much," Flugel waves away Taiyang's comment.

"J-Just who are you?" Ozpin stutters. His normal composure is nowhere to be seen. "What are you?"

Flugel leans forward and looks over Ozpin with keen eyes.

"I'd like to ask you the same thing."

"E-Excuse me?"

"How many times has it been so far? I'm counting at least 200."

"292 to be specific, Master," Flandre sighs. "Why are you so bad at this?"

"What are you talking about?" Glynda asks in confusion.

Flugel points at Ozpin.

"His source is a complete mess. After that many jumps, I suppose such a distortion of one's source is expected. No wonder he couldn't sense our Mana," he sighs. "How foolish, meddling with such magic without considering the repercussions. That explains the lack of defenses for this city as well. He is literally incapable of erecting them due to being crippled."

"Jumps..." Summer mutters before her head perks up. "Is he referring to-"

"I... believe that he is referring to my reincarnations," Ozpin finishes for her. Though he tries to remain calm, his voice betrays his trepidation.

Everyone in the room are completely shocked. This man had just casually revealed one of Ozpin's greatest secrets...

"Was this also the work of those morons?" Flugel mutters.

"It most likely is, Master," Flandre responds. "Another problem to add to your list."

"Our list."

"Nope. Your list," Flandre grins. "You're the brains and I'm the brawn. Remember?"

"You lazy little..." Flugel grumbles. "Anyways, you asked who we are? My name is Flugel Aeturnum."

Flandre flashes a toothy grin.

A pair of branch like iron wings furl out from behind her. Hanging from these wings, starting from her back, are a series of 8 crystalline prisms: cyan, blue, purple, pink, orange, yellow, light green, and cyan again.

"Flandre Scarlet. Vampire and familiar of Flugel Aeturnum."

"Vampire?!" Taiyang exclaims. His head feels like it's spinning.

"Pretty. Pretty," Yang giggles with bright eyes. She outstretches her arms towards Flandre's wings and grabs onto one of the prisms.

"Hmm?" Flandre looks down at the child with a raised eyebrow.

Yang innocently laughs, "Flan. Pretty wings."

"Flan? Heh, you have good taste, Yang." Flandre huffs with pride. "My wings are the prettiest in all existence!"

"Pretty, pretty," she claps her hands.

"Okay, up you go," Flandre cheerfully says. One of the prisms points at Yang, levitating her into the air.

'As simple as always...' Flugel mentally sighs.

"Yang, be careful!" Taiyang exclaims.

"Stop being such a worrywart," Summer lightly slaps his shoulder. "Flandre won't hurt Yang. Look how happy she looks."

"Aeturnum..." Ozpin's mutters to himself. "Just where have I..."

He jumps to his feet and rushes to a bookshelf beside his desk. After several moments, he finally locates the book he's searching for and returns to their table.

"It can't be..." He mutters as he wipes the dust away from the small book's cover.

Glynda, Summer, and Taiyang lean forward to take a look.

"The Tower?" Summer reads aloud. "Is this another one of your fairy tales, Ozpin?"

Ozpin glances up at Flugel and Flandre with mixed emotions.

"This... This is a far older tale..." He takes a deep breath and begins to read through the pages.

"In the beginning, man was lost. Standing in the center of the world was a lone Tower. It is said that it was from here that the intricacies and greater functions of magic were discovered by the Tower's lone inhabitant, the Sage. From the knowledge the Sage had generously spread throughout the world, civilization and society was born. Under the resulting countries and kingdoms, mankind prospered, and in the center of them all was the Tower. The Sage's true identity was never known. Not even whether or not the Sage was a human, male, or female."

Ozpin glances up at Flugel, who is calmly drinking his tea.

"Over multiple millennia, the various nations changed, but the sole constant was the Tower. Thus, the structure was given the name of Aeturnum, meaning eternal... However... the greed of man is also seemingly inevitable. The ancient mantra to never disturb the Tower was broken. Many nations grew confident and envious of the knowledge contained within the Eternal Tower, and they attacked. The details are not clear, but one thing is for certain. The vast armies of those nations were wiped away, and soon after, the Tower and Sage vanished, never to be seen again. It is thought to have been the punishment of mankind for daring to betray their ultimate benefactor."

He finishes reading the small book, and closes it shut. They all turn towards Flugel and Flandre.

Flandre gently lowers Yang back onto the ground and sighs in satisfaction.

"Ah... I remember that day. It sure was fun... finally getting to play after sitting in that Tower for so long!"

"I remember that day as well," Flugel scolds Flandre. "I recall telling you to just scare them a little. Then you went out and eradicated their armies..."

"Minor details, Master." Flandre lazily waves a hand before shrugging. "Besides, those humans had it coming. Never did you once interfere in their politics, struggles for power, and other worldly matters. Yet, they still came lusting after your possessions like filthy entitled vultures. Self defense... Yeah, it was totally self defense!"

The others continue to stare wide eyed at the pair.

"That verifies it... You're... the Sage," Ozpin gasps with a dazed expression. "But why are you here? Why now, when you left so many years ago?"

"Uh... I didn't exactly intend on being absent for this long," Flugel responds awkwardly.

"You... didn't?"

"Erm... You see... There was a certain incident," Flugel coughs into his hand. "The technicalities would be too much to explain, so I'll just leave it at that."

'But that didn't explain anything...'

Flandre loudly snorts, "What actually happened was that he wanted to take a small vacation from the nonsense caused by you humans. But since my Master can be an idiot at times, he totally forgot to leave a marker behind on this world. Because of that, we had no way of reliably returning, and had to resort to sheer luck with dimensional hops. It's okay, since it only took 24,000 years. Ahahahaha!"

Their eyes slowly pan towards Flugel, who has his head turned away from them, staring at the wall.

'... S-She's actually telling the truth...'

"Then, why did the Tower disappear as well?" Ozpin asks.

"The Tower is Master's possession and is tied to him," Flandre shrugs. "Obviously, if he's gone, the Tower follows soon after."

"Well," Flugel waves a hand. "This is all in the past. There isn't much point talking about it now."

"What?! Of course there's a point!" Taiyang exclaims, nearly frothing at the mouth. "Just in the past 5 minutes, we learned that both you and Flandre are over 100,000 years old, some kind of ancient historical figure, and that you traveled through dimensions! Your mother that this stuff isn't worth discussing!"

"Summer," Flugel sighs. "Your husband is making a mountain out of a mole hill..."

"Er... Actually, I kind of agree with Tai on this one," Summer awkwardly laughs.

Ozpin takes in several deep breaths before asking, "Sage Flugel, what are your plans now that you're back on Remnant?"

'Remnant? Is that what this world is called now?'

"Hmm... I think we're due for some traveling. Explore the world and discover what has changed," Flugel casually responds. "What do you think, Flandre?"

"I'm up for anything as long as it's not boring," she grins.

"Oh, and have you located the other one yet?"

"No problems at all, Master. I have the coordinates ready to go whenever you want," she responds as she mentally transmits the information to Flugel.

"Other one? What are you two talking about?" Glynda asks.

"Of course, we're talking about the other magic user. Actually... it's not that far from where we were yesterday," Flugel ponders.

"The wastelands... Ozpin, there's no way he's actually talking about... her? Right?" Taiyang mutters.

"Ah right, you all know this other one. What is this magic user's name?" Flugel asks.

"... What are you planning, Sage Flugel?" Ozpin cautiously asks.

"Okay, since you're not going to answer my question," Flugel ignores Ozpin and turns to the others. "Summer?"

"Um... Her name... is Salem."

"Salem?" he sighs. "And what else can you tell me about her?"

"She's the one in control of the Grimm."

"Of those things? How interesting," Flugel muses. "In that case, let's go, Flandre."

She grins and hops off her couch.

"Mister Flugel, we still have many questions for you," Ozpin hastily says.

"Boy, we don't need your permission to leave," Flandre dangerously grins, causing Ozpin to flinch.

Then, she jumps onto Flugel's shoulder and points forward into the distance.

"Let's go, Master!"

"What am I, your horse?" He grumbles.

A brief flash of light fills the room, and in the next moment, they are gone.

"I need a drink," Taiyang mumbles.

"... I concur," Ozpin replies.