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It was a fine day. Or, well, the sun was shining and there were no clouds anywhere to be seen. Adding to this was the location, a forest where all trees had red leaves, giving it a feeling reminiscent of autumn in more temperate regions. That would probably be the origin of the name, Forever Fall.

What spoiled it was the company, Wayle was currently leading three of his least favourite classmates in place of their original leader, who he had injured and put in the infirmary. They were currently heading deeper into the forest to gather sap from the trees in there.

They walked in silence, Wayle in no mood to talk to these people unless necessary and they afraid of angering him. It had been a while since he last had commanded fear out of people, back in his original galaxy he had commanded fear out of all non-Force users. And quite a few of his juniors and peers.

There were a few exceptions, as in all things. He wondered what had happened to his "rival". He almost missed her constant attempts to kill him. Almost, it could be really stressful at times. Not that they did that every time they met.

He shook his head. If he missed HER, he might actually need the attention afforded onto him by Weiss and Blake. Although he would have preferred if only one of them had taken a shine to him, love triangles was never fun for the base, in this case him. He really hoped those two could still get along. He had noticed just a hint of strain between them. Well, more than usual, they had never gotten along perfectly after all.

He was brought out of his reminiscing by the feeling of several Grimm. They were all around, and in quite a number as well. Not good, he shouldn't have let his guard down, no matter how little he liked those guys, they were still his charges. And he took care of his charges. He'd actually heard that he was considered one of the most tolerable Sith to work under, even if that only ever happened so often.

He brought his hand up to get the attention of the team. They stopped and looked at him confusedly.

"Grimm." He said one word. And that was all it took for them to assume fighting stances, observing their surroundings. He frowned a little, they only barely watched each other's backs. He drew his sword. Most of the Grimm seemed to be heading for something further ahead, but the nearest of them had veered off towards them.

"Here they come." He warned them just in time for the first Beowulf to come crashing through the forest.

He charged, splitting it in two before decapitating another that had appeared on his left. The others had also engaged. Once again he frowned, their teamwork was crude at best, opportunistic most of the time and non-existent at worst.

"Will you be alright?!" He shouted to them.

"Yes!" One of them shouted back, forgetting his fear in the heat of the moment. That was part of the problem with ruling through fear. Many people forgot it in the heat of the moment, which could lead to things like friendly fire "accidents".

"Then I will move ahead, something further ahead seem to be attracting them. I want to investigate."

"Then get moving!" They seemed to be holding out just fine. He moved ahead. He had a bad feeling about this.

-Break—

His bad feeling was justified. Ahead of him stood a familiar face, one that was right now directed at him, hate filled sharp green eyes staring at him. They belonged to a girl around his age, with long blue hair flowing down past her shoulders. Two bangs of hair fell down on either side with red tints along the edge. Her face could be considered beautiful during the rare times it softened up. Right now it was scowling in hatred so intense Wayle wondered how he didn't notice her sooner. The answer, he did, that was his bad feeling, he had just grown unused to it and had forgotten what in entailed.

She wore a black short-sleeved vest and black pants. Both of them fit tightly around her, showing of her curvature and honed muscles. On her shoulders she had a pair of black shoulder plates with red trims. Around her waist she had a skirt reminiscent of the one Yang wore, but longer, straighter and dark blue with red patterns on them. On her feet were a pair of black boots. In her hand she held an active red lightsaber.

"Wayle." She spoke, the hatred almost tangible. "It's been a while."

"So it has Amara. I almost missed you." He replied dryly. Luckily the others were a bit away, still busy with the Grimm. Now he knew what had drawn the Grimm to that area. He suspected they were drawn to Dark Force users and here was someone exerting such an aura of it that it was a miracle he noticed her so late.

"I WILL MURDER YOU!" She screamed, leaping at him with her lightsaber raised.

He jumped back, avoiding the attack and then charging in himself. He swung horizontally but was blocked, sword blade meeting the energy blade of her lightsaber. Sparks flew as the Force strengthened sword clashed with the powerful blade.

He withdrew as Amara launched another attack, slashing at him diagonally. He parried, turning the saber aside as he lashed out with his fist. She flew away, landing in a roll, quickly back on her feet to meet his assault.

She quickly threw herself forward as Wayle appeared behind her, sword cutting through air. She recovered and leaped at him again. This time he was forced to block, catching her blade with his sword.

"Where's your lightsaber Wayle? It's unseemly for you to wield such an inferior weapon." Amara taunted him, trying to egg him on.

"It draws too much attention here. Besides, with the Force no weapon is inferior. But I must say, your skills must have rusted since we last fought. This is almost too easy!" He taunted back.

"Wayle, I will seriously murder you!" She screamed at him again, breaking the lock and starting to swing at him furiously, only honed instinct keeping her from losing all style.

Wayle parried or dodged every strike, easily reading her movements, partially from familiarity and partially because it was just easy to read someone that angry.

"What is wrong Amara? Even you usually does not get so angry your style suffers."

"It's your fault! It's your fault your damn master branded me with that damn curse!" Wayle almost winced, if she was referring to the curse he thought she referred to… That was no pleasant curse. The branding was bad enough. And then on top of that the feeling that he's right there next to you, no matter the actual distance…

"And then he forces me to participate in this damn experiment of his! All because you disappeared!" She continued screaming at him.

"To be fair, I did not disappear on purpose. That would have been the experiment's fault."

"I don't care!" Brilliant.

Amara, in her anger, tried an overhand swing at him. But it was slower than her other strikes. In the second extra it took her to prepare it he had smashed her in the stomach with the hilt of his sword. She went flying away from him.

She landed on her feet and launched a wave of force at him. Or tried to, as Wayle was right there, pushing back with his own power.

They struggled for a while, their hands locked just a decimetre away from each other. Then it burst, sending a powerful shockwave from between them. It tore up the ground, sent several trees crashing down and sent both of them flying away.

"Wayle?!" A voice could be heard a bit away. It belonged to Weiss. It was too far away for her to see them, but she was getting closer.

Amara, looked annoyed. "Reinforcements? What's this Wayle, got some new "friends". And that voice. A girl, have you bedded her yet?"

"Amara." Wayle was angry now. And he let it show in his voice and demeanour. "Do not speak of her like that. Things have changed."

"It would be annoying to deal with you if someone comes to help you. So I'll just take my leave." Amara quickly ran away. He considered pursuing, but with Weiss looking for him and Grimm still about, not to mention a team to look after… Damn, the team.

"Wayle? What happened here?" Weiss appeared from amongst the trees, a look of concern on her face as she saw the devastation.

"Just a bit of a really intense fight. I am just fine. What about you? What are you doing here?" Wayle was worried, if Amara had decided to attack Weiss things could have ended really badly.

"Grimm appeared and we found the rest of your team fighting without you so I… volunteered to go check on you." She looked down at the ground a bit.

He sighed. "Don't worry Weiss. I am fine. Let us go to the others. I have a team to take care off after all.

-Break—

They found the others in relatively good shape, a bit exhausted and a few cuts and bruises on team CRDL but nothing major. Glynda stood with them looking somewhat peeved.

"You were supposed to lead team CRDL. So why is it that you run off and leave them to fight Grimm on their own?" Yup. Definitely not happy. Nothing compared to Amara but still.

Speaking of which, she was currently quite a bit away, heading towards good knew where. It was getting harder to find her, and she seemed to have calmed down a bit. Finally she disappeared, too far away to sense.

"I determined that they would be fine on their own and decided to go ahead and investigate the reason why all those Grimm gathered here. From there I could decide just fine if we should retreat or keep fighting." Wayle kept his voice level as he calmly tried to explain himself. "Unfortunately, something came up which kept me from returning immediately."

"Well. You most certainly seemed to have fought something." Weiss chipped in.

"What do you mean?" Glynda turned towards her.

"There was signs of battle where I found him. It seemed like some kind of blast had occurred just before my arrival." To Weiss' credit, she neither flinched nor became uncertain at the teacher's glare.

"Explain what happened Wayle." Glynda turned back to him.

"A powerful foe appeared and during the battle a clash between us caused a powerful shockwave, forcing it to retreat." Wayle hoped Amara never heard that he had called her "it". As amusing as annoying her could be, she seemed a little too unstable at the moment and the potential for collateral damage too high to ignore.

Glynda's eyes narrowed, she doubted his story, presumably the part where a clash would have caused a shockwave. And of course that none of the Grimm in Forever Fall would retreat.

"I see. Do take care to make sure your team completes the assignment. Dismissed."

Wayle waved to his team. "Let us go. We still have an assignment to complete after all."

Despite all things they followed him.

Once they had gotten a bit away from the others and Wayle was certain no Grimm would attack them he turned towards the people he was leading.

They stopped in confusion, looking at him apprehensively.

"Have you ever considered the feelings of the victim?" He asked a question none of them expected.

"Wha…?" They looked confused.

"The feelings of the victim of your bullying."

They looked at each other, unsure how to answer him.

"Picking on those who does not fight back only leads to weakness. You do not progress from such petty things." He started lecturing them, trying to get some improvement out of them.

They looked a bit put off, not having expected this at all.

"You are so busy hollowly puffing up your self-esteem by making fun of or hurting those who you feel are weaker or less worth than yourselves that your teamwork and individual skills are hurting." He sighed. "One day this might even get you killed. So I suggest you start thinking about what is truly important to you." He suddenly smiled a bit. "Now, let us get this task over with already!"

He suddenly picked out a jar and started filling it with the red sap of the trees. The others looked shell-shocked and it took them several minutes to actually get started.

-Break—

"So, mind telling us what actually happened back there?" They were back in their room after having come back from the field trip. Yang had decided to try and get some information from him.

"I already told Miss. Goodwitch. You were there, you heard it." Wayle most certainly had no intention of telling them about this.

"And nobody believed you. It was so unlikely that I'm amazed the professor didn't press the issue more." Weiss decided to fill in.

"Does this have to do with your past?" Blake once again asked the questions he really didn't want to answer.

"His past? When did you hear about that?" Yang questioned Blake's question, that look coming back to her face.

"I… he told me a while ago…" Blake looked uncertain, unwilling to elaborate further.

"Really? He told you but not us?" Weiss looked a bit upset now. She turned towards him. "You told one of us about your past without telling the rest?!"

"Sorry, but I wanted to keep it a secret, I never meant to tell anyone about it." Wayle's eyes dropped, unable to meet the eyes of the others.

"Please tell us." Ruby looked at him with puppy eyes. "Pleaseee."

He sighed. "I already told Blake, but I used to be part of an order of warriors and scholars. And most importantly, tyrants."

"Tyrants?" Ruby looked confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. The order encouraged hatred and the use of fear. Most of its members mistreated those they ruled over."

"I have never heard of an order with that much power." Weiss looked sceptical.

"They are based far away from the kingdoms. It is little surprise that they are unknown to even you Weiss."

"Let me guess. You encountered a member of that order in the forest. That was what you meant with a powerful foe." Yang guessed at the truth of the matter.

"Yes. Someone I have known for a long time."

"So you are telling me that just two people fighting caused that kind of devastation?" Weiss seemed unable to accept it at face value.

"We had similar powers and when they clashed it caused an unusual reaction."

"Telekinesis on telekinesis causing that? I'm not too sure I'm willing to believe that." Weiss continued to press the issue.

"Let's just leave it at that. It's obvious Wayle doesn't want to talk about it." Yang decided to be a voice of reason all of a sudden. "I'm sure he'll tell us when he's ready."

"If a time comes when I feel that you need to know more, then I will tell you." Wayle looked at them again, a sadness and hurt in his eyes. "Just promise me that if I ever tell you to run, you run. Okay?"

"I'm not sure we can keep that promise if it means leaving you behind." Yang smiled.

"The person I fought earlier is in another league altogether." His expression hardened. "This is important, I don't want any of you to die because of me."

They looked worried now. "I'm sure we'll be just fine! There is nothing we can't handle together!" Ruby cheerfully decided to ignore him.

"I hope you are right on that Ruby, I hope you are right." He absentmindedly stared out of the window.

"Wayle? What are you doing?" He looked back to Ruby.

Suddenly he realised that he was patting her on her head. He withdrew his hand immediately.

"Sorry, I was thinking about things and I am not sure what happened…" He frantically tried to find an explanation.

"I'm just not sure whatever you were treating me as a child or what you were doing…" Ruby looked a bit uncertain.

"No, no. I would never treat you as a child. It was just that…" He scratched his chin embarrassedly. "You were just so adorable that I must have unconsciously…"

A loud laugh from Yang interrupted him.

"I don't know whatever to find this hilarious or if I should be concerned." Yang said with mirth in her voice.

Suddenly Blake and Weiss joined in, while Wayle and Ruby blushed in embarrassment.

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