Author Note: Well, this is quite embarrassing. It seemed as though this wretched hollow had died, but came back tenacious as ever! Forgive me for my long absence, academic work puts a toll upon one's mental fortitude to do anything creative over these past few weeks. Plus, I fear my ability to create this interesting story has faltered quite a bit, so expect some errors here and there (Probably).

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Guestman: Ahhh, *Bows head and kisses the mud off thine boot* I must apologize as this lowly hollow has overseen the meaning of thine text. Glad you enjoyed! ;)

Simple405: I never was able to play Demon's Souls, which has been my goal ever since I finished the Dark Souls trilogy as well as Bloodborne. Hopefully, I'll find a way to completely finish the long journey of Miyazaki Sama's glorious franchise. I'm thankful that you are enjoying this story!

FerunaLutelou: I am thankful for your criticism, but I must admit that this hollow is more or less "uninsightful" when it comes to creating this growing story and keeping track of the RWBY story as well. I plan to gain a better understanding and ensure that things will make more sense along the way.

"We are feeble vessels, with feebler souls." - A certain Monarch.

Dajorn's dagger had embedded itself into another eye socket of those lizard-like Grimm, and that Beowulf wasn't too happy about its prey being so evasive.

He'd occasionally glance at the many young fighters defending the courtyard from these abyssal creatures. Their weapons built entirely for defeating Grimm, it astounded him on how they transformed into other things. If he's lucky, he'd find one laying around sometime soon, though that'd be unlikely. He blocked a lunge from more of those small, annoying two-legged creatures with his Dark hand.

Teams RWBY and JNPR were the only ones at the scene, and it wasn't looking pretty; Grimm began pouring out of the breach like water.

It was only Ruby that spotted a lone person fending off an Alpha Beowulf by himself, four Creeps surrounded him as well. A strange transparent, murky-red circle enshrouded his left hand. And in the right…. A knife?

Without even thinking of what'd happen next, she used her speedy semblance and appeared to use a whirlwind motion; pushing back the Creeps that attempted to get closer. The old man looked surprised, bewildered even at such incredible speed. Ruby swiped Crescent rose to the left, instantly defeating fodder at best, whereas Dajorn tried to maintain stamina and block vicious claws.

Ruby spun and transformed her scythe into its alternate heavy caliber sniper mode, and shot twice into the Alpha's chest cavity. The beast's insides splattered out and fell back slowly.

The young little reaper was curious to Dajorn, she wielded a mighty weapon with ease and dexterity. Though thinking about it isn't going to solve things, he had to get back to Priscilla. No doubt that Mr. Ironwood's soldiers would be looking for him, luckily they were foolish enough to gaze at the breach for so long.

Not even saying thanks, Dajorn bolted off towards the direction of the Hospital. His savior looked confused, but she shrugged and headed back into battle. Oblivious to the fact that she just let go a possible enemy and prisoner of Atlas.

Professor Ozpin checked the feeds of the Vale News Network, where the news reporter/anchorwoman Lisa Lavender spoke of the atrocities that were currently occurring in downtown Vale.

He sighed and took another long sip of his coffee, already recognizing Team RWBY and JNPR at the helm of this firefight. The council and Glynda will no doubt never stop berating and running off his ear about letting a first-year team of students take on an advanced mission meant for more experienced and older teams.

Luckily for them, Port and Team CFVY arrived at the head of the scene. The four members jumped out of the bullhead and straight into battle. Velvet and Fox going head-in, leaving Coco to walk slowly towards her main target. As for Yatsuhashi, he was standing still, awaiting a group of beowolves to surround him. Unsheathing a great sword and slamming it into the concrete, creating a large ground pound that sent the unsuspecting Grimm flying. Next, Fox and Velvet combated a few Grimm before an Ursa Major came onto the field. The man with bladed tonfa dashed towards it, doing a backflip kick that launched it upwards, then dealing a flurry of slashes and sending it off with an explosion.

Dajorn's fleeing eyes got a small glimpse of a girl smacking aside those dastardly strong beowolves with a box. Wherever this Remnant is, he certainly knew that these warriors-in-training would've made short work of him if he made an enemy of them. Loud, obnoxious noises would swarm the skies, and to Dajorn's bad luck, more of those flying pieces of metal flew high above. No doubt they were from Mr. Ironwood. Although, he had to give some credit and respect to the royally dressed man. He had a whole army of metal machinations, somewhat competent soldiers, and airborne metal carriages that even the dragons 'may' have been wary of at his disposal. Dajorn could only imagine what it'd be like to face him in combat.

Something didn't feel right with Cinder currently. Every now and then, her heart would skip a beat and her soul felt irritated. Even her aura flashed repeatedly like it would when responding to damage. Emerald and Mercury noticed this but feared that she'd berate them for worrying about something that she'd take care of by herself. She sent her two followers to deal with a few of the Grimm, Mercury going first with his signature kicks to the jaws of the dark beasts, and Emerald swiftly gunning down beowolves with her revolver-sickles before lashing out with said sickles against an Ursa Major. As for Cinder, she left to think just a bit more on what's happening to her.

It wouldn't be possible that her soul is rejecting the fall maiden's power, would it? Cinder would ask her mistress about it when she has the time. Right now, her mind shifted to the plan making a few changes, yet it should work out in the end. Roman will be captured, and they will have a great ally of the White Fang assisting them. Soon the fall of Beacon shall be at hand. All they had to do was wait.

Priscilla's little pouch, which carried the pigment of the Dark soul hummed and vibrated with intensity. It beat like a heart would, like responding to something and forming small prickling spikes through the cloth in which it was kept in. The girl wouldn't think much of it and simply set it upon the counter adjacent to Jade's bed. Basking in the silence of the establishment, well… almost silent, the beeping noises kept annoying Priscilla and she wished to stop it. Alas, the contraption that made it was hooked to Jade, so it'd be wise not to.

"Dreams usually mean something is going on in your life, have you ever heard of that?"A female voice asked Jade. She tried to speak but nothing came out. It's as if she's been turned on mute by a remote.

This disembodied voice asked the same question and added some strange scenery into the mix.

The air felt like a chilling bite of winter. Deep snow covered Jade's ankles, getting into her shoes and socks and small bits of snowflakes fell from the grieving sky.

Beyond this snow-covered land stood a lone figure standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast, wonderful frozen lake. Next to said figure was a church, or a well-worn, desolate looking one for that matter.

The figure wore an intricate set of old armor, one battered and beaten beyond all repair. That's all she could see from the silhouette. Jade tried to get through the deep snow and speak to this figure, but her body refused to move.

"An old friend of mine once said that the sun was as glorious as…." The voice got muffled by a loud screech. "Now….." It was blocked out once again by some creature behind them. She wanted to look but was unable to turn her head or move her body into the direction it came from.

"Maybe….. ou….. Or….. rn…. Will…. Nd….. A…. Way to end it…." The voice's speaking was muffled not by the loud screech, but as if Jade's ears were being pulled down into the water and coming back up. As for the sky, the frozen tears stopped and revealed an eerie image of something that covered the beautiful sun.

Everything vanished after that. At least not until the voice said one last thing to Jade as she sunk deep into the snow's grasp.

"It will happen here too."

The dream ended swiftly after she sunk into nothingness.

Dajorn rushed past all the staff of the hospital and quickly got to Jade's room. He looked between the now still sleeping incapacitated Jade and Priscilla.

"We have to leave, I fear that this isn't the place for us." He grabbed the pouch off the counter that held the Dark Soul and handed it to Priscilla.

Dajorn looked outside, hoping that none of Ironwood's soldiers had followed him. Priscilla tugged on the sleeve of his jacket; he looked back and saw her pointing at Jade.

"I know that she's done a great deal for us, but we must leave." She frowned a slight bit at that. "We will come back for her when she's in better health." Priscilla hesitated in saying something, yet agreed nonetheless.

They were greeted with heartfelt 'farewells' by the staff (If you call 'Please, stop and explain why you were with General Ironwood!' A heartwarming farewell.) Those people were met with a stoic face that towered over them, which, in turn, ceased all forms of a human barricade.

It'd be a short walk back to the outskirts of Vale's city, it's better to be free than a prisoner by this city's paranoid security. Additionally, the Grimm commotion had come to an end, yet there were more Atlas ships flying overhead just in case. Dajorn and Priscilla had to be discreet while traversing Vale's city. While they were walking, Dajorn got a glimpse of that antique store again. He smiled in reminiscence and that happy moment faded when he remembered who wielded such a grandiose weapon. The many spikes, insect-like shells, and the signature handle instilled a sense of pride and sorrow within the old man's journeys. He had lost it within the abyss when he faced the four kings, is this where it had landed? Only the chaos-formed Quelaag had used it to try and murder him with it. He remembered a bare-skinned woman accompanying him, only to melt and disintegrate into the lava she spewed out from her demon-thing.

Dajorn contemplated on stealing it, but that would cause locals to come running and stopping him. He didn't want to dirty his hands of innocent blood, but he required a better weapon to keep the Painter alive.

The already tired knight sighed.

'It is the only way.' He thought as he trudged on into the store. The store chime ringing as he entered, yet another interesting item caught his eye. What surprised him even further than Quelaag's weapon was what the owner had hung up above the store register. A crude looking bow made out of indefinable tree bark and was as tall as he was. Only one respectable blind knight came to mind when this bow was in view.

Dajorn's smile bore happiness and sorrow.

And there's the end of this chapter! Perhaps this hollow is beginning to wither away into the endless abyss that is nothing. I hope this chapter has pleased you. If not, then darn! If so, great! We shall see if all of us meet again next Saturday on this mundane Sunday. Regardless, don't go hollow, nobody wishes to see it.