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Her eyes narrowed as she looked through the information one last time. Despite their best efforts, which included looking through classified Atlesian military files, they had been unable to find anything beyond the most basic information on Wayle Tyran.

Name Wayle Tyran, possibly alias or incomplete, presumed aged 17, place of birth unknown, date of birth unknown, Semblance presumed to be Telekinesis, although Electricity has also been observed. High combat skill with excellent physical abilities and high mobility. Fights with the sword Gram, a weapon similar to that of the Schnee Heiress (possible connection to the Schnee?). Aura reserves unmeasured but assumed to be large.

And that was all she had, and to top it off large parts of it was pure speculation!

She quelled her desire to tear something apart in frustration. It was just not possible for someone to be so unknown. There should always be something, be it birth records or school records or identification, there should always be some information around, no matter how isolated his home was. And yet there was nothing.

For all she could find he had just appeared and enrolled into Beacon on recommendation by the headmaster himself mere days before the start of the term.

But she did know one thing with absolute certainty, he was dangerous, not only was he powerful, she had seen a recording of his now infamous 'spar' with similarly mysterious Amara Barton, but he was also like her, a manipulator. He might seem like a nice guy, he might act like one, but ultimately he was one who used others to further his own goals. And she knew that he knew that they were similar as well.

The threat of him discovering her plan and acting against it was too great, if he found out he might do all manners of things from using it for his own ends to simply interfering with it directly. And she knew that he could find out.

Hopefully he was unaware that the plan still proceeded, and though that the plot had ended with the capture of Roman Torchwick, but even then he would be a problem that needed to be taken care off, either by being convinced to join them or by being eliminated.

Perhaps seduction? No, he was one experienced in that particular area, she knew that much from their first meeting, he was far too charming and gentlemanly, and combined with his mysterious character and handsome features, attempting to seduce him ran the risk of backfiring spectacularly.

She had no wish to send any agents on such a mission, and he was too suspicious of her for her to be able to succeed.

Offer him a place in the plan? From what she had seen he seemed rather fond of Beacon and his roommates, who coincidentally also happened to be problematic, and it was likely that as long as they remained opposed to her he would not join her.

Besides, that was a sure-fire way to get the plan hijacked by him if she ever let her guard down. Or perhaps even if she didn't.

Kill him? While it seemed the simplest way of eliminating the threat he posed, the problem there was that he had managed to defeat Adam Taurus, arguably the strongest member of the White Fang. And even if they sent large numbers, his ability to score a minor victory against team JNPR, one of the strongest teams in his year at Beacon, even if he went down as well, while holding back, indicated that a large number of skilled individuals would need to be sacrificed for that to work.

No, her best bet would be to make sure he was far away and distracted when she initiated the crucial parts of her plan. A disturbance far away that he would be at, one where he would remain distracted for as long as was necessary.

She smirked. She had an idea of how.

-Break—

They were on the bridge of a ship. Around him various crew went about their work, occasionally shooting nervous glances towards him or the figure before him.

He looked back at said figure. A tall, red-skinned being with tendrils coming down from his cheeks and bone-ridges on his forehead. Clad in heavy black robes, his presence instilled fear in all present.

The Sith Lord known as Darth Melaion. His master, and the last being he wanted to be around.

He looked out through the viewport. There, right ahead, was a great orb of green and blue. A planet the name of which Wayle had long forgotten, yet knew better than any other. His home planet, the place he was born was located on it.

He stared at it, an unpleasant feeling of knowing what comes next without being able to stop it.

"Now Wayle, bear witness to the power of The Dark Side. Bear witness, to Force Storm." A cruel, cold voice drifted into his ears from beside him.

He looked over to see his master performing some great ritual. He felt as he gathered the power of The Dark Side. It was overwhelming, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

Then his eyes returned to the planet as a premonition of great tragedy came to him. He watched as space tore open and a hole in its very fabric appeared. It grew ever larger, its edges furiously whipping about like a storm.

It enveloped the planet, and with a massive crack and the sensation of millions dying, it was torn asunder, leaving little more than chunks of rock and a wound in The Force itself.

He fell to his knees as a great sorrow overtook him, a scream of unknowable agony escaping his lips as the bridge of the ship trembled…

"Wayle!" A distant voice that did not belong to the memory.

He felt his body being shaken roughly. His eyes shot open as he awoke.

"Wayle!" He felt arms wrap around him as familiar voices reached his ears.

His chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his eyes wide in terror and sorrow, his cheeks wet from tears and his throat hoarse from screaming.

He blinked as his breathing slowed down and his power came back under control. It had been a long time since he had last had that dream, and he had almost forgotten the terror that came with it.

"Wayle? Are you alright?" Weiss' concerned voice reached him from his right. Well that was a bit of a surprise, although it certainly helped him get back to reality.

"What happened?" Ruby's innocent voice came from somewhere slightly closer to the right, a bit too close actually…

It was first then that he realised that he had Ruby worriedly clinging to his right side while Blake occupied his left and front sides. In the meanwhile Yang and Weiss stood on their respective sides of his bed.

"Just… Just a nightmare…" His voice was low and broke slightly.

"Just?!" Yang burst out. "Weiss' painting fell down and our beds almost fell apart!" She quickly covered her mouth as she realised she had yelled.

Wayle winced slightly. "Forgive me, I had forgotten about that particular dream…" He trailed off.

The door to their room opened and Amara's voice floated in. "That dream again? I prefer not being woken up by an artificial earthquake and a burst of Force of such a magnitude. It wouldn't surprise me if every Force Sensitive in the kingdom got knocked unconscious."

Behind her Latune worriedly peeked in while beyond team JNPR could be seen peering out of their door.

Then Amara's lips curled up in an amused smile. "Still, it's good to see that you have some nice company to calm you down." Her voice was full of mirth. "Do they accompany you in bed often?"

Wayle stared at her for a few moments while his mind caught up. Blake and Ruby reacted first though, Ruby timidly and embarrassedly releasing him while Blake's face turned the colour of Ruby's scythe, or Yang's eyes…

Yang's red eyes, that was usually lilac… Wayle's mind stopped for a few seconds. He remembered having seen them turn red before, but usually when she used her Semblance, at least that was what he assumed.

Then he quickly put the thought aside as Blake had stopped functioning, arms around his neck and body tightly pressed against his. Now, he wasn't complaining about that, but it was obvious she was embarrassed, and he preferred when she was calm over the current situation, as strange as it might sound.

"Okay, so what was that?" Yang asked both Wayle and Amara.

"I don't really know actually. As far as I know it's a dream he has every now and then that terrifies him to such an extent that he loses control." Amara explained and shrugged. "I have asked him about the details, but haven't had much luck."

Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Loses control? That sounds incredibly dangerous." She sounded worried and a bit fearful.

"Depends on where you are. This place seems to have made it fine, but less stable buildings would have collapsed." Amara said indifferently.

While this was going on Wayle had been torn on how to fix Blake, having softly called her name and poked her in various places as well as tried pulling gently on her arms to no avail.

Sighing he turned his attention to the others. "It was a dream about the destruction of my birthplace…" He trailed off with a pained tone.

"Oh." Yang said calmly in realisation while Weiss and Ruby gasped.

Blake pulled away from him startled and looked at him with sad pitying eyes.

"It is not something I wish to discuss in detail. Forgive me for causing you such trouble." Wayle could not hide the pain in his voice.

"That's just so sad…" Ruby sobbed slightly as the other gave him pitying looks. All except for Amara who instead narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

Blake then resumed hugging him, apparently having forgotten her embarrassment.

Latune gave a reassuring smile and waved slightly as Amara just left.

Yang went to close the door as Weiss started comforting poor innocent and sensitive Ruby.

-Break—

At some point he had fallen back asleep as he found himself waking up with the sun having risen and a warm feeling on his left side. At first he was a bit confused as he saw something black in his periphery.

Looking over to that side he was met with the unexpected sight of Blake's sleeping face as she snuggled up by his left side. For a while he was mesmerised by the sight as rays of light highlighted her features, emphasising her beauty.

He gently stroked her hair, causing her to stir and slowly open her eyes. For a few moments her eyes looked into his, blinking confusedly a few times as she tried to process the information.

Then she startled awake, the only thing keeping her from falling off the bed being his arm that wrapped around her waist.

"Good morning Blake. Did you sleep well?" He gave her a warm smile.

"Y-yes. I think so." She said as a blush crept up her cheeks again.

As Blake recovered and made her way out of his bed Wayle noted that indeed, her bed had lost some of its integrity (how it even had any in the first place was still a mystery to him though).

Then, as he got up, he noticed that Ruby and Weiss lay snuggled up together in a pile of red and white, Ruby having crept up into Weiss' bosom and rested her head on her chest as Weiss embraced her protectively.

It warmed Wayle's heart slightly to see them together like that. But, as he got up Ruby stirred, in turn prompting Weiss to start waking up. Weiss looked down on the red-head as she started waking up a slight blush creeping up her cheeks as Ruby rubbed slightly against her chest as she woke up.

"Morning Weiss." She said sleepily as she looked up. "Wait, why was I sleeping like this?" She then said in confusion as reality caught up to her.

"I was just comforting you and we fell asleep like this… Besides, we need to re-secure your bed." Weiss said slightly panicky as she waved her arms around.

"Uh, Weiss? What are you doing?" Yang's sleepy voice drifted over from her bed.

"Eh? No… nothing, I was just a bit… confused." Weiss rambled some nonsensical excuse.

Wayle couldn't help but laughing, showing his amusement with the situation before him.

-Break—

After having fixed, and reinforced, the improvised bunk-beds, they had headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast. As they were walking they were joined by team JNPR, their fearsome leader shooting some fearful glances at Wayle.

He couldn't blame him really, although he did notice that the rest seemed not to care curiously enough.

"So… Is no one else bothered by the fact that Wayle caused a miniature earthquake just because he had a bad dream?" Jaune tentatively interjected into the casual banter being exchanged.

"Eh, not really. I mean, with all the things we've seen we should just be glad he didn't just blow up the entire building." Yang said with a shrug.

"I would not call it, 'Just a bad dream'." Wayle said indifferently.

"Oh, sorry. I… didn't mean anything. I… just…" Jaune nervously stammered in response.

"Do not worry. I understand." Wayle gave a comforting smile. "I am grateful that you have not come to fear me over this incident." He said, turning towards the others.

"Well, to be honest, you are a little bit scary." Pyrrha admitted.

"I can understand your feeling Pyrrha. Even I am scared of me. What I am capable of frightens me sometimes." Wayle's eyes took on a troubled look. "But that only helps me keep myself in check. If I did not fear my own power I would most certainly not have been who I am today." He gave a wry smile.

"And that is a good thing!" Yang exclaimed reassuringly. "I suppose we have just grown to trust you or something." Yang gave an indifferent shrug.

Affirmation could be heard from all of the group.

"Thank you, it means a lot to me." Wayle gave his most sincere thanks.

Then a familiar face caught his attention. Cinder Fall. Normally he would not give her much attention, she might be someone to be on guard against, but… No, something was bothering him. He had seen her recently, but where?

It struck him like a tackle from Ruby at full speed. He had not seen her recently, or at least that was not what was bothering him. No, what was bothering him was that he had seen her in Ouka's memories, talking to, no, ordering Roman Torchwick.

The realization struck him there and then. Cinder Fall was the mastermind behind the White Fang's recent actions. And she was in Beacon.

What should he do? Tell someone? No, he could not prove it, and causing a ruckus with such a frail reason would not be a good idea.

No. She was playing the game of shadows, and so was he. All he needed to do was outmanoeuvre her, and he held the advantage in knowing a fact that she did not know that he knew. Besides, he had already started planning against her. All that had changed was that he now knew the identity of his opponent.

An unsettling smile crept onto his face.

'Let the game begin, Cinder Fall. Are you prepared?'

-Break—

After a few lessons, and having found out that he was more or less banned from Combat Training, the school-day had finally ended.

No, seriously. When Mercury had asked to fight him, Glynda had literally told him; "Mr Tyran is not allowed to participate in sparring as he does not need it, now, your opponent will be Mr Winchester, who is in need of some training."

Mercury had actually won that, unsurprisingly as Cardin was only really slightly better than Jaune at this point. Did he improve at all?

And what's with Mercury and challenging the strongest people anyway? Although it did make sense to him now that he knew that he worked for Cinder, and was therefore most certainly part of her plans.

Most likely he was testing them to see what their strength actually was, as well as to attempt to ascertain their Semblance. He was basically gathering intel, if Wayle's suspicion was correct.

With some time free-time, Wayle decided to look over Latune's training, and had therefore told her to come to the more secluded spot he usually used for his routine.

"You are making good progress Latune, although it pains me slightly to see the Dark Side lurking within you." Wayle said critically to his student, his… apprentice. He really didn't want to think of it that way.

"Sorry." She looked a bit downcast.

"Do not worry about that. It was, unfortunately, expected. Even in the controlled environment of the Jedi Order it is hard to prevent students from coming into contact with the Dark Side, and with me, a Dark Force user, as your teacher, it was all but inevitable." He tried to comfort her.

"I see…" Latune seemed to cheer up slightly, although she also seemed a bit troubled by the thought.

"The important thing is this, will you reject it, walking the path of light? Or will you embrace it, walking the path of darkness? Or will you attempt to walk in-between, balancing the two, letting neither direct you?" Wayle asked gravely.

Latune looked uncertain.

"I will not stop you from choosing, but I will not force you to choose either. Take your time, consider it. In the meantime, there is something I want you to learn." He threw her a wooden training sword. "How familiar are you with the sword?"

Latune caught it awkwardly and looked at him uncertainly. "Not much, I have passing familiarity as required by the Atlas military, but not nearly any real skill." She shook her head slowly.

"Well, it is almost required for Force users to have skill in the sword. Therefore, it would be good if you at least knew the basics. So, I will teach you the first form, Shii-Cho."

"Wait, the what now?" Latune asked confusedly.

"Shii-Cho. It is the most basic form of Lightsaber combat, and is taught to all who would use one." He explained helpfully.

"But I don't have a Lightsaber." Latune just asked, confused even more than before.

"Even so, it is part of being a Force user, and I will not let you dismiss it." Wayle smirked.

"Form 1, eh?" Amara's voice floated in from further away, towards the academy.

"Oh, Amara. What brings you here?" Latune questioned curiously.

"I just wanted to check up on the two of you. See your progress." She said, smiling an unreadable smile. "If you're going to be learning Lightsaber forms I would be delighted to help, I know all forms except for the third, if anything even better than Wayle does." Her smile widened.

"Third?" Latune became confused again.

Wayle sighed. "There are seven forms of Lightsaber combat. Amara, as she said, is skilled in all apart from three, while I am proficient in all but seven." Wayle wearily explained.

"Wait, why do the two of you not know all of them?" Latune queried, tilting her head in confusion.

"Simple, really. Form three is not favoured among the Sith, as it is a form of defence and counters. And Wayle doesn't favour the raw violence that is form seven, so I disregarded form three and he disregarded form seven." Amara explained amusedly.

"Eh… I think I'm fine, thanks." Latune turned Amara down nervously.

"Suit yourself. You know where to find me if you want my help. Bye." Amara waved as she left.

"Okay, if you're so adamant about me learning this, we might as well get started. We don't have all day after all." Latune sighed resignedly.

"True. Now watch carefully as I show you…"

Author's notes: I tried to make it longer, but in the end I felt I had to end it where I did. How was the chapter? Who'd have known it would just get harder? Okay, that was pretty obvious but still. Anyway, please review and tell me your thoughts. I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.