As Noah stood in front of Beacon, he was amazed at what sort of place this was. According to Pyrrha, the person who had found him, this was a place where people were trained to fight off the creatures from the woods - Grimm, as Pyrrha had called them.
"Holy shit, this place is massive!" Noah remarked to Pyrrha as they walked through Beacon's hallowed halls. Pyrrha turned to him and smiled. "Do they not have Huntress academies where you come from?" she replied.
Noah nodded in amazement as Pyrrha began to explain to him the intricacies of fighting Grimm. Apparently they had what basically amounted to magic at their fingertips.
Eventually they stopped in front of an office - the Headmaster's office, as Pyrrha put it. Noah had images in his head of a wizened old man with a long beard and pointy hat. The door swung open and Noah was comfortably proven wrong.
Standing before him was a relatively young-looking man with white hair and green spectacles.
"I see Pyrrha has brought a visitor." he said with a smile. "Pyrrha, could you please close the door behind you? I wish to have a talk with this friend of yours." he added, his voice calm and deep. Pyrrha left, giving Noah one last look before she went.
The door closed and Noah was left alone with this.. this Headmaster.
The Headmaster's smile remained, still. "Well. I think it would be wise of you to sit down, Mr. Maxwell. I will attempt to explain your situation." he declared, his voice still calm.
Noah was shocked yet again. "How the fuck do you know my name?" he questioned.
Again that serene, zen smile grew upon his face. "Because I was one of the ones that summoned you here, Noah Maxwell. You and a few others in your same plight." was the answer from the Headmaster. Noah was in thought for a minute.
"What's your name and how much do you know about me?" Noah queried.
The smile was still there. "I am Headmaster Ozpin. Due to the fact that I led the ritual, I knew that the four who summoned you and the others - me included - would dream about the heroes we one day would teach. Your future teacher told me quite a bit about you, Noah."
"Fine. Humor me. What did he learn about me?"
Ozpin took a deep breath in.
"You and the others are all linked through a faceless, tall entity that stalked you all. You in particular were singled out by this creature due to your potential - it wanted you to join its shadowy group of followers, the Collective. You fought against it long and hard. I can comfortably say that if we had let you stay there in your realm, you would have become the Stubborn much sooner than intended, due to the manipulations of the Observer." Ozpin explained.
Noah's eyes widened.
"So you chose me and a few others to.. what, save the fuckin' world?" Noah asked.
Ozpin shook his head. "We already have a team for that. But you, and the others we summoned… we intend for you to guard this school against the eldritch beings of this realm. You have great potential, Noah. Your Semblance is not an ordinary one - it's not everyday we get a person that can manipulate elements from within." Ozpin finished.
"You are something we have not seen in quite a long time." were Ozpin's final words.
Tim's eyes opened. Woods. How familiar. This was a dream, wasn't it? Another dream to torment him. He knew how these dreams went. Jay or Alex would appear, any minute now.
He stood up and began to walk. But behind him he heard something. A howl. He turned around and behind him was a masked wolf. There was a scar, gouged deep into its mask. The red glow of its eyes was.. calming. Understanding. Something about this wolf reminded him of Alex. Tim held out a hand, towards it.
The wolf stood there, as if waiting. The wolf put its head into Tim's hand. Then Tim heard something - a voice, in his head. Masked One. I thank you for easing my sorrows. What may I do to assist you in your time of need?
Tim somehow knew it was the wolf. "Where is the nearest city?" were the words that came from his mouth.
The wolf nodded and turned eastward. A half sun's step from there. I must warn you - the hunters make their domain there, and you know as well as I how they harm fellow Masks such as ourselves. Be careful, my friend. the wolf reassured.
Tim turned to walk that way, but then turned back to the wolf. "Thank you." he said.
The wolf seemed to smile. Then the masked wolf ran, ran, ran westward into the black of the woods.
Tim decided to follow the advice of the wolf and began a journey eastward, to Beacon.
He was still slightly unnerved at how the wolf referred to him as 'Masked One.'
Unbeknownst to him, another person from his realm had come with him, and was following him to Beacon.
Time could only tell who the person ended up being.