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It was the third time Wayle found himself in the headmaster's office. As always, it was an impressive show of engineering, if a bit erratic for an office. Somehow it fit the man well though, although Wayle couldn't quite put his finger on the reason.

Once again the number of people present had increased since the last time he had been called there. Not only were the Beacon staff present, but beside Ozpin stood a man in a white coat who Wayle knew as General Ironwood, one of the highest ranking members of Remnant's strongest military power. He was also headmaster of Atlas' own Hunter academy, although Wayle couldn't remember its name.

"It might please you to hear that Amara will make a full recovery." Ozpin started the conversation with the news that Amara would be fine. Wayle understood why, under normal circumstances soothing someone's unease about the fate of their opponent was a good start.

"Of course she will, she has survived far worse." Wayle replied casually, showing that he either just didn't care or that he had full faith in her. In reality it was a little of both, Wayle knew her and her strengths well, this was nothing compared to what she had endured before, with far lesser medical treatment available.

Ozpin raised an eyebrow while General Ironwood gave him a disapproving look. He ignored the later and continued to look at the former.

"So you are to say that your actions were taken with regard to what she could endure?" Ozpin questioned him curiously.

"Yes." His reply was curt, he had no real desire to breach the subject further. After all, it would be talking about someone's past without their permission. He would at least giver her that level of respect.

"I see… And are we to assume that what the two of you displayed earlier was an example of that… other power you spoke about?" Ozpin continued his query, getting the hint.

"What exactly do you mean by 'other' power?" General Ironwood decided to put in his own question here, looking sceptical and suspicious.

"I presume that you realise that what was displayed was neither Semblance nor Dust General?" Wayle directed a rhetorical question towards the General. "That would be a power we refer to as…" He hesitated a bit. Was it wise to reveal this here?

He shook his head, wise or not, he felt it would be better for their future relations to simply explain about it here and now, even if he might leave some details out.

"We call it the Force." He finished.

"'The Force'? A peculiar name, if I may say so myself." Ozpin pre-empted any other comments.

"What is there to say? The people that named it probably had a much more eloquent way of putting it, but it was probably lost in translation." Wayle shrugged, while he had pondered the question, finding relevant records was not the easiest task and ultimately he had settled for that answer.

"So you say that those who named it spoke another language?" Ozpin probed further, using clues found in his answers to try and divine the truth.

"Yes, it was an ancient order old enough that their language, and records of that time, has been mostly lost." Wayle simply stated what he knew about the subject, flawed as that knowledge might be.

"The only thing is that I have never heard of neither the Force nor any order that would fit in with your story." Ozpin looked somewhat sceptical, although it looked very much like an act.

"They were recluses that lived far beyond your kingdoms, probably even outdating even their predecessors." Wayle spoke truly, they were far, far away from Tython, and he sincerely doubted that the history of the kingdoms of Remnant came close to even a fraction of that of the Force and the Je'daii order.

It was a gamble Wayle knew, they might see through him based solely on the fact that before the kingdoms humanity on Remnant were struggling just to survive the Grimm.

"Odd, if there existed such a power even before our kingdoms, then how come we don't know of it? It would only stand to reason that it would have been employed to defend against the Grimm." Ozpin clasped his hands before his face, resting his elbows on the table.

"It is an exceedingly rare ability, unlike Aura that is present in all, the ability to call on the Force only comes to a select few." Wayle gave an explanation that, while not false, very much dodged the actually sought answer.

"I see…" Ozpin looked like he was in thought. Glynda looked at him with that same stern face she always had. Ironwood looked like he didn't really believe a word, but had no way to truly contest Wayle's claims. Behind him Port looked like he heard a fascinating story while Doctor Oobleck seemed to be searching his own knowledge for anything that could support or contradict his words.

"That will be enough for now. Unless you want to share more?" Ozpin indicated Wayle, inviting him to speak more on the subject.

"I am afraid I have no wish to further elaborate on this matter. Maybe in a more comfortable setting?" Wayle gave a theatrical bow. "For now I will simply excuse myself. Goodbye."

-Break—

"The more this goes on the more I feel like he could be a threat to the other students." Glynda spoke up after the youth had left the room.

"Perhaps, but he has shown great restraint not to cause irreparable damage, and if he himself is to believe then he will not exceed the bounds of what he think they can handle." Ozpin turned to look at her.

"Oz… I understand that you want to have the best available so that they may be trained to defend humanity as Hunters, but Glynda is right, he is dangerous." James spoke up as well, a distinct hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm not sure that you are one to speak up on that point General. Your pursuit of safety for our people has lead you to adopt less than safe measures before." Ozpin retorted by referring to the man's rank instead of his name.

James looked somewhat uncomfortable at that.

"What do you think Bartholomew? Does his story have any merit?" Ozpin continued speaking, addressing the resident expert on history.

"While I can't immediately find any support for Mr. Tyran's story, I cannot say that it is false either. It is fully possible for such a small group to have formed and disappeared during humanity's early turbulent history. Why there are several different civilizations and groups that would have risen and fell during that time period but…" The somewhat hyperactive man set off immediately.

"Thank you Doctor, I implore that you endeavour to find the truth about this matter." James raised his hand to stop the man's rambling.

"Of course General, this matter has piqued my own interest after all! What historian and archaeologist worth his salt would ignore something like that?!" The hyperactive teacher set off again.

"Good, we can only hope that our gamble pays off, they will either be great assets or they will be far too dangerous for us to comfortably handle. The best we can do right now is try and guide them to be saviours instead of destroyers…"

-Break—

"I am tired of all this secret keeping! I thought that after the incident with Blake running off a measure of trust had been established between us and yet you betrayed our trust!" Weiss was screaming at Wayle, you could almost see a glimmer of tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Weiss…" Blake tentatively spoke up while reaching out to the furious girl.

"I don't want to hear it! I want him to give answers! I want him to stop being so distant!" Weiss was almost incoherent. "I thought that he could be trusted…" The last part was more of a whisper.

"Weiss… I am sorry… I…" Wayle was at a loss for words here. It hurt him slightly, he had never really had to deal with the consequences of his deceit before, and while he never harboured any ill will towards them, he had most certainly kept a large number of important facts from them.

"Shut up! Get out of my sight!"

He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it again. She seemed distraught, and since he was the source of her distress, his presence would not be helpful at all. So he left, giving the girls one last apologetic look before exiting the room.

Once the door closed behind him he took a deep breath and slumped against it. Was this the result of his actions? Would he ever be able to reconcile with Weiss and the others? For the first time in several years he truly felt lost, like he just didn't know what to do. It was painful for him.

He shook his head and decided to walk about a little, for now they needed time. Once they Weiss had settled down and stopped being so annoyed they might be able to at least patch it up. At least he hoped so.

Caught up in his thoughts he almost walked straight into a dark skinned girl with neck-length bright green hair with two longer locks coming from the back before lying on the shoulders and down the front. Her eyes were a dark red, standing in stark contrast to her hair. She wore a dark grey long-sleeved jacket with a white armband and a skirt alternating between a lighter and a darker grey in stripes. Finishing it all was a pair of white stockings reaching up to just below the knees and a pair of black shoes.

"Oh, sorry. I almost did not see you there. Are you here for the festival?" Wayle spoke up to the girl he almost ran into, querying for their reason to be at Beacon.

"Yes, we are visiting from Haven. It is a pleasure to meet one of the more infamous students amongst Beacon academy's first years." The response came from somewhere behind the girl, carried by a voice that was sensual and alluring, one that immediately set Wayle on guard as it reminded him far too much of certain female Sith who were both charming and manipulative to the point where some claimed that nothing was beyond them. The green-haired girl stepped aside to reveal the speaker, a mature woman who only barely looked young enough to be a student, who carried herself with such alluring confidence that she probably didn't need her good looks to charm some men.

The problem was she also had good looks in spades. She wore the same uniform as the other girl, except for her black stockings that covered the entirety of her shapely legs. Her hair was black and reached down past her shoulders, although all of it seemed to fall on her left side, were it fell down to rest on her chest. A lock of it covered her left eye although the other was a dark, almost amber colour.

"I see, it seems you have me at a disadvantage miss…" Wayle did his best to hide his distrust for the woman before him, and he could not think of her as any less than a woman, while giving a slight bow and presenting his right hand.

"Cinder, Cinder Fall, your reputation as the one man team able to take on some of the finest teams of your year precedes you Wayle." She gave him a confident smirk as she laid her hand in his.

"You are too kind Cinder. I am afraid I have never heard of you, a shame as your beauty should be known by all." He laid his lips on her fingers, reverting to his more charming and devious self when faced with someone so much like him.

"Oh but you flatter me. I hope we can see more of each other during our stay here." She gave him a sultry smirk as she walked away, her form exuding grace and surety.

'Well I most assuredly do not. Yet I suspect that we will, regardless of whatever I like it or not.' Wayle thought to himself as he returned her smile and watched her leave.

She was dangerous. She was with all certainty a manipulator and schemer, and most certainly not who she seemed to be. And she had known who he was and had mentioned some of his feats as if it was common knowledge. And yet she had been the first of the exchange students he had met that had heard about that. His eyes narrowed as he made his way towards the infirmary.

-Break—

She awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling. What was she doing here? Where was she? Such questions ran through her head. She had been watching Wayle and Amara's match, and when it was all over she had… She frowned, why had she fallen unconscious like that? She had been overwhelmed by the sheer power, the sheer emotions that had raged in the room after the match…

She sat up on her bed and looked around. She was in what she presumed to be an infirmary.

"Oh? Latune is awake." A familiar voice reached her. She looked towards the source to find Wayle sitting next to another bed where Amara was sitting.

Why was she…? Oh, right. She had been electrocuted at the end of their match, hadn't she?

"Ah, nice to see you back in the land of the living, 'Lieutenant'." Amara mockingly used her rank, it seemed like she still had some dislike for the smaller less well developed girl being her superior officer. Either that or she found some amusement in teasing her. Most likely both.

"Amara? What happened?" She questioned tentatively, unsure of how to properly ask.

"You collapsed after the match between me and Amara ended. Which reminds me… Latune, there is something I want to check. Could you relax for a moment?" Wayle asked an odd question.

She could hardly relax more in her current state, as she was still a bit out of it. She looked at him a bit confusedly before giving a slight nod.

Wayle simply strode forward towards her bed and put his hands on both sides of her face. She blushed furiously and opened her mouth to question what he was doing when she felt something enter into her very being.

Her eyes widened and she found herself unable to utter a single word as a presence not unlike that of Wayle's during his and Amara's match. It was simultaneously unpleasant and pleasant, completely contradictory. She could only sit there as the presence seemed to scour her very soul before finally touching upon something in the very core of her being.

Wayle let go of her face and the presence immediately disappeared. Latune slumped back down on the bed, her entire face red as she blushed heavily.

Wayle looked a bit contemplating as he looked towards Amara and they seemingly shared some piece of information he had gleamed before they both looked back at her, wonder clear in their eyes.

She looked back confusedly. "What? What did you do…?"

"I just confirmed Amara's suspicion. You are like us…" His voice trailed off, a slight implication hanging in the air.

"Like you…? What is that supposed to mean?" Her confusion mounted.

But Wayle just looked like he was deep in thought, instead it was Amara who answered her.

"He means to say that you are what we call Force Sensitive, an extremely rare ability that we didn't expect to encounter here." She also looked thoughtful.

'Force Sensitive? They didn't expect to encounter it here? What are they talking about?' Latune's head spun, unable to properly figure out their meaning.

"It means that you have the same power as we do. A power far more than Aura and Semblance…" Wayle's words hung in the air for a long time.

"More than…?" Latune just looked at them with complete confusion. What was going on here?!

Author's notes: I think this is the first time Cinder appears in this fic. Do you feel I made her justice or that I botched her up? Also, poor Latune, first she faints and then she is suddenly told she has a power unknown to almost all people in Remnant. Anyway, Reviews are always appreciated, although flaming will be used to fuel Wayle's hatred. You might not want that. I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.