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She was fleeing, though she had no real concept of why. All she had known when she had first fled was that if she didn't get out of that operation she would die, that was all, some inkling, some… instinct, had told her that that dream of her messy death on that train would become reality if she stayed.

It sounded really silly, and for quite some time she had ignored it as best she could, although it didn't help that she had repeatedly woken up screaming about whatever dream she had had. Because that was the source of her unease the last week or so, dreams. Normally she would just have ignored them, but they had been so vivid, had stayed in her mind far longer than they had any right to.

Yes, normally you forgot your dreams before the day was over, right? But they had stayed long enough to be replaced by another, detailing something else. At first it had been ominous dreams about some dark lordly figure that her mind had simply dubbed; 'The Dark Lord', as well as some other weird details.

But then it had suddenly shifted focus from premonitions to events that had yet to happen. And they did happen as well, she wasn't just making it up. She didn't know how, she didn't know why… she only knew that she was suddenly having visions of the future.

They were in no way clear, she could only at best notice the signs that her vision was about to come true mere moments before, rarely enough to stop them or save anyone. And then everyone stopped trusting her at all, she was either talking crazy or somehow knowing things.

To say that they had pushed her away was an understatement. They had stopped talking to her, they avoided her, she wasn't allowed to eat in the same room… It only got worse and worse. So when her dreams had told her she was going to die if she stayed there she had fled, rather risking the higher risk outside than the certainty if she stayed.

It was around then that a massive explosion involving electricity and force had suddenly reduced the area in front of her to a smouldering crater. Thankfully she had been far enough away that the only danger had been splinters and rocks, and those she had known would come before she even had time to register the explosion itself. She had simply thrown herself down onto the ground behind some rocks and covered her head and neck before she even realised what she was doing.

Looking up she surveyed the devastation. The outer edges consisted more of fallen trees, although a few scorch marks could be seen here and there. But the further in you went the more total it became, going from blackened stumps to ashes to nothing in the centre, only bare earth as all else had been stripped away.

And in the centre stood a figure clad in dark clothing with red and blue patterns running along his vest's sleeves. He seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. Behind him an older woman approached, one that she did recognize. Glynda Goodwitch, a famed Huntress and teacher at the prestigious Beacon Academy.

What was she doing here?

Then the younger of the two held up a hand and disappeared. At first she became confused, but then her very being told her of danger and she scrambled back as he reappeared right in front of her, pointing his sword at her throat.

"And who might you be?" His query sounded calm, like he was completely secure and in no great hurry.

Which was odd considering he was outside the kingdoms, where Grimm dwelt in large numbers.

"I do believe I asked you a question. Please answer it." She realised that she had been spacing out, she was uncertain about how to react to his question, but something in his voice told her that she was in danger.

That and that her very being told her that fighting him was more suicidal than taking on a Deathstalker unarmed.

"I'm… my name is Ouka, Ouka Genei. I'm…" She hesitantly told him her name.

"You are a member of the White Fang, correct?" His voice hardened.

She flinched as she realised that she still wore part of the White Fang uniform.

"I…" She looked away from him. "I… left them…" She stammered out a reply.

He hummed as he took on a thoughtful look, although she knew that it was no opening to run away.

Then it struck her. She realised where she had seen him before.

"You, you were at the assembly. I remember seeing you, standing up on the walkways…" It bust out before she could consider it properly.

"You saw me?" His eyes betrayed shock and surprise, even if his face remained unchanged.

She flinched back again. "Yes, but there was something odd about you, like you were cloaked in shadows, but no one else seemed to care, so I didn't really think about it…" She couldn't stop the quiver in her voice.

He hummed again. "This requires investigation." He stretched his hand towards her, his very presence changing to become far darker than before. She involuntarily recoiled from him, but there was a tree blocking her retreat. "Don't struggle, it will only increase your discomfort…" His voice was slightly distant.

Then he put his hand on her forehead. Immediately she felt a foreign presence enter her very being, seemingly searching around inside her. It moved through her, causing immense discomfort as it seemingly violated her soul.

She had no idea how long it lasted, after a while she had shut down slightly to cope with the disturbing feeling. So when it finally stopped she felt really out of it, like she had slept for far too long. When she opened her eyes she saw that he had an odd look in his eyes, as well as some sadness mixed in with it.

"Forgive me, it seems I got a bit carried away in my curiosity." He then uttered something really weird.

"Wha…?" All she managed was a low confused noise. What did he mean?

"I saw your memories… felt your pain, your sorrow. I saw the wrongs that you were subjected to. That is why it took longer than it needed to, why I violated your privacy more than necessary." He gave a sad apologetic smile.

All she could do in response was open and close her mouth like a fish on dry land.

-Break—

The Faunus girl that had named herself Ouka was not unpleasant to look at, with neck long hair coloured a soft pink and green eyes. She was not well endowed but not underdeveloped either, instead she was somewhere just in between. From her temples two horns shot straight up curving to run parallel with her head. She was also completely and utterly shocked.

He supposed it was natural for her to be so shocked after what he had said. After all, he had just told her that he had read her mind, down to some of her earlier memories.

He was no stranger to discrimination. Even the Republic, supposed bastion of democracy had been unable to eliminate it, and in the Sith Empire it was par for the course.

But he disliked it, it was a waste of time and effort that could have been spent on other things. Of course he also disliked those who let themselves remain in such a situation. So in a way he kind of liked the White Fang.

If they hadn't been wasting their time with rebellion and terrorism that was.

He realised there and then that the flawed system that allowed it to progress to that point needed to change. Progress was being made, but ultimately the highest echelons of the society failed to act properly, to actually institute reforms against it.

They needed a bit of help, and Wayle had a perfect idea of how to go about it. It would take time, but he knew that he could do it without the chaos and misguided actions of the White Fang. That were about to lead Grimm into the middle of Vale…

In a rare display, Wayle swore, although not in Basic, but in Sith, a habit he had taken up during his studies, as he found it rather fitting.

Of course to the poor Faunus in front of him just became even more confused at his sudden outburst in a language that only one other in Remnant should know. So she did the only logical thing and tried to scramble away.

Of course, there was still a tree there, and she banged her head against it pretty hard.

Wayle bent down to see if she was okay. She seemed a bit disoriented, but otherwise fine mentally. But she did have a gash in her scalp that bled profusely.

"I am sorry I startled you. Calm down, you are bleeding." He tried to make his voice calm and soothing.

Ouka raised her hand to her head and felt her wound. Her hand came down bloody and she panicked slightly.

"Calm down, please. I can help you." He pleaded slightly.

Her eyes widened slightly, and although they still held fear, she did calm down slightly.

Wayle reached into himself, tapping into The Dark Side so that he could use Sorcery. Normally the Dark Side held no methods of healing what so ever. But Sorcery did allow it to be used to heal, although The Light Side was still better.

Extending his arms he let the Force flow, using the ancient Sith art to manipulate it into a restorative power.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the gash had closed and the bleeding stopped. Ouka was staring at him, eyes wide in wonder.

"I get it now, how could I not see it? You are the 'Dark Lord' in my dreams." Her voice trembled, an odd tinge to it.

"What?" He replied flatly.

"I've been having these weird dreams lately." She seemed to ponder it for a moment. "Ever since I first saw you now that I think about it."

Wayle's mind raced. Could her proximity to him when he released his power have awakened her to the Force? It was not impossible, he supposed.

"Why 'Dark Lord'?" He queried.

"I don't know, it's just what my mind decided on. Does it bother you?" She looked at him questioningly.

He shook his head. "No, not really. It is just that… It is associated with certain things for me and as such I am unwilling to claim it, I suppose." Wayle averted his eyes from Ouka's.

"I need to return. I cannot condone an action such as leading the Grimm into a city, no matter how capable they should be of repelling them. Ouka." He put his hands on her shoulders. "Will you be alright on your own?"

She seemed uncertain. "I'm not sure, I might be able to do it, but…" She trailed off.

"Professor Goodwitch approaches, and I have no idea what she might do. But I want to help you. I can help you." He looked her deep in the eyes.

"I…" Her eyes flicked about, a blush forming on her face. "Do you really mean that?" She seemed both fearful and hopeful.

"Yes, I already have an idea for how I can impose change on this world, but I might need your help. And I will most likely need to stop The White Fang, as all they are doing is make things worse." His voice became serious, adopting a tone he used when he needed authority in it.

She hesitated for a few seconds, uncertain about how to proceed. Then she nodded. "Okay, you didn't hurt me… too much, and even then you apologized. You healed my wounds and I feel that you are sincere. It couldn't be worse than my current situation, right?" She gave a pained smile. "So I'll help you as best I can if you help me. I think I know a place I can go that would be safe."

Wayle nodded. "Here, take this, it will allow me to contact you when I need to." He handed her a disc shaped device. "Good luck." He gave her a pat on the back and rose.

He knew now what to do. And he knew how. All he needed was the necessary preparations and a number of agents to act according to his wishes. And he had already found one, and he was in a good position to get another. But first…

He turned away from Ouka and started heading back into the blast zone where he could see the professor approach.

"What did you find?" She asked curtly.

"I thought I sensed something, but I couldn't find anything. Must have been mistaken." He shrugged.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't call his bluff. She simply didn't know enough to be able to. And Wayle knew that very well.

Author's notes: Once again I felt caught between the desire to just end the chapter on a good note or to make it longer. I might try writing longer chapters if asked for by sufficient amounts of people. Do tell how you feel about the chapter or story in general, reviews are most welcome. I hope you enjoyed and that you'll have a nice day.