These weren't his lands. No matter how many times the great wyrm stared out at it, that truth refused to change.

They were not his lands. This was not where he had fought with fang and claw to establish his rule, nor was it where he had chosen to build his den.

These were not his lands.

That begged a question then; where was he?

The great wyrm could not find an honest answer. All he could remember was that there had been 'light'. Not the light of great flame or the distant sun… just 'light'. A blinding light yes, but not in the way that those little orbs that the hunters threw; it didn't hurt his eyes nor leave him blind for a while. No this light was… different. Warm, almost and seemed to make the fire inside him grow for but a moment.

A moment later it had all faded, and then here he was. In lands unfamiliar to him, in lands that did not smell let alone feel as they should. A land plagued with these black and white creatures..

What were they? He wasn't sure. All he knew was when they came for him he met them with both flame and claw. And under his might, they vanished, leaving nothing, not even scraps of charred bone behind.

What were these creatures?

Pushing that question from their mind the Great Wyrm turned their attention forward, gazing at the great woods that stretched beyond the horizon.

The horizon, no matter how much the world changed, this sight remained the same.

That alone gave it this sensation of familiarity.

The Wyrm roared, its flames threatening to spill out from its lips as it echoed across acres of trees and wildlands.

This was not its land, but it would do.

Gales felt his ears twitch as he heard it, the faint echo of a wyverns roar reaching them as he glanced out the school window. "Gales?" Pyrrha asked, catching the boy's attention as he turned to her with this distant yet concerned expression before it quickly vanished being replaced with curiosity.

"Yeah?"

"Are you ok, you drifted away again." The redhead asked as Gales just nodded his head and switched his expression to that of a grin.

"Yeah I'm good." He told her. "Just~ listening to something."

"Listening to what?"

"A Raths call." Pyrrha just stared at him for a moment, her eyes going from confusion to concerned understanding as she just nodded her head. "Don't worry." Gales put a hand on her shoulder as he patted it. "It's not intended to cause trouble, it's just~ calling out into the world. Making itself known."

"And?"

"That's it." Gales muttered, shrugging slightly as he took his hand off her shoulder. "Right now it's just~ howling. Nothing more and nothing less." He stated, resting his knuckle on his chin. 'What it will do later though… that's a question I can't answer…' Gales added silently as he returned his attention towards the lecture going on.

From his office, Ozpin couldn't help staring out into the world that rested beyond his school. His thoughts… honestly between the reports of team JNPR and RWBY, and later Gales' himself, not to mention meeting that strange woman who called herself Ivory… he wasn't too sure what to think at the moment.

'It's been a while since I've felt like this…' Ozpin thought as he made a noise, swishing his hot cocoa around in his mug as he did so. 'For the longest, I've been concerning myself with both Salem and her Grimm… but now…' "Now I need to be concerned about the dragons returning." He muttered before correcting himself. "Not dragons, wyverns."

The Wyvern… the Rathalos; while it's name was alien to him, the word Wyvern was something that he hadn't heard in a LONG time.

He didn't mean that as in he hadn't heard of it in months or years. He was talking about a time long before then. Back when he had another name, and another face… back when he was married, back when he had children.

A wyvern had returned, and though he had yet to see it himself, he didn't doubt what his students had seen. A beast that commanded that sky, with red scales and thorned great wings. His students had seen a beast of legend, not a Grimm-born mockey but a true beast out of myth, and truth be told that bothered him.

Why?

Because they were gone.

At least he thought they were.

In his incredibly long life, Ozpin had seen lots of things, and bore witness to countless events, but he would admit -if only to himself- that he had not seen the last Wyvern fall. He had not seen the last vanish; but he had heard the stories, he remembered the whispers of men and women questioning where the great wyrms had gone, he remembered the mutterings of old Hunters and warriors claiming that the beasts and both air and sky were vanishing. He remembered one day that the mutterings and concerns and fears regarding the great beasts faded into obscurity.

He'd never found his answer as to why they vanished, and to this day he still wondered where they went. Now though, he was beginning to wonder exactly what was bringing them back from the Abyss.

This couldn't be because of a simple change in migration patterns, no. This was something else - it had to be something else.

"What though?" Ozpin didn't have an answer coming to him and truth be told that bothered him more than anything. Taking a drink of his cocoa he noted that it had gotten lukewarm while he'd been located in his thoughts.

For once, he didn't really mind it.

He just drank from his mug and took a breath, taking the time to just enjoy the taste as he tried clearing his thoughts and made a decision; he needed to gather his council. They needed to know what had happened, not to mention what might rest on the horizon.

Ivory had found herself somewhere that she shouldn't be; the top of Beacon's tower. Her coming here hadn't been happenstance; truthfully, she had only found herself here was because that was what she desired. Though how she had gotten here was a question none but her could answer, and that was indeed a secret that she wasn't willing to share at the moment.

Still… with a sliver of a smile across her face the woman, Ivory as she called herself, released this noise that seemed to be somewhere between a hum and and mutter. As she released this 'noise' she kept her gaze locked forward, not toward the city that rested before Beacon Academy, not towards Vale, but rather towards the sea that rested beyond the rear cliffs. Staring at the sea, feeling the breeze that cherished her cheeks as it ran by her…

The ocean, the vast expanse that rested beyond her, where the sky and thesea blended into one.

She found the sight beautiful. Truly she couldn't find another world for it.

But with that being said, she couldn't help finding it 'empty'. There were no fish or anything of the sirt that was willing to raise their head above the waves even for a moment. No boats were off on the horizon. There was nothing.

Just the waves crashing against the cliffside and the wind running its unseen fingers through her hair.

"How empty…" She thought to herself. "It's so calm… and yet it's a calm that's almost unnerving." She told herself as she continued staring out at the world. "Is this what they call, the Calm before the Storm?" She asked and found no answer returning to her. "Perhaps. Something indeed creeps towards us from beyond the horizon, but what? That certainly is a question I can not answer." She admitted to herself as she turned her gaze towards the empty sky. "My Lady… may your child and his companions be ready for whenever may come."