Jacque Schnee was sitting in his office when he heard a knock at the door.
"Yes, come in." In walked in a young man.
"So Nero, why did you want to talk to me? With all the work you are doing, you deserve the break, so please Nero. Go back and enjoy the party."
"Normally I would take you up on your offer sir. But there's just the matter that I just stopped one of your esteemed guests from literally stabbing you daughter in the back."
Jacques leaned over the desk and turned his ear to Nero. "Nero, my boy, I'm afraid I didn't hear you right," he said pulling Nero in close. "I thought you said that a person I invited into MY house attempted to stab MY daughter."
"It seems you heard me right, sir."
"Then, where are they?"
"He left sir. I kicked him out."
"Let me get this straight. Instead of bringing him to me, you let him go free. In case you forgot Nero, your job is to protect my daughter. And if some no good hooligan attempts to harm my daughter, your job is to…" Jacques was stopped by a familiar throat clearing.
"What's this all about?" Weiss asked stepping into view.
"Nothing to worry about, pumpkin. I was just talking to Nero."
"Ok, well I need his help. So I'll just take him with me now, if you don't mind."
"No, not at all. Hurry back."
Weiss and Nero walked out of the ballroom and down the hall to Weiss's room.
"So, what did you need help with?"
"I didn't. I just thought you would like to be spared my father's wrath."
"Thanks, I guess..."
"So, what was that about?" Weiss asked him.
"Someone may or may not of..." Nero looked down and mumbled. "Tried to stab you."
Shocked and wide-eyed, Weiss replied. "Wait what? Why would anyone… What do you mean?"
"A guest walked up behind you with a knife and if I didn't catch him, he most likely would have stabbed you."
Weiss stood there taking in what he said but he could see that she was losing it. She looked scared, as he walked towards her, she collapsed. He caught her before she hit the ground. She looked into his eyes, and all he could see was her eyes welling up with tears. She pushed her head as far as she could into Nero's shoulder.
"Why are you crying?"
"I don't know, just please don't let go."
"Don't worry I won't, I promise."
"Attention, passengers we have arrived at our destination. Please depart the ship in a calm and orderly fashion. We hope you enjoyed your flight. Thank you."
Dygmann stood up and grabbed his luggage. He left the airship and walked out of the terminal. He looked over the railing of the walkway he was on. Before him, he saw a humble little village. He still wondered how his parents stood it here.
When he finally reached the village, he asked around for his parents. Eventually, he reached his new home. He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. No answer. He decided to just try and open the door. It creaked open. He walked in. On the kitchen table, there was a note.
Dear Son,
We know that you were expecting to see us again, after all this time, but we're sorry. Ironwood asked us to take care of a problem on the border. There is plenty of food in storage for you to last until we get back. After all the time you spent with your aunt, we figured that you could fend for yourself. We'll be back soon.
Love,
Mom and Dad
(P.S.- If there's ever trouble, there is a mace in the cellar.)
Dygmann sighed. After all this time, all this trouble, he still didn't get to see his parents again. He just sat at the table. Then, when he read the note again, he got mad and flipped the table. Finally, he just curled up and started crying. He started drifting up, then fell asleep.
When he woke up, he saw the mess in the kitchen. "What happened here?" he thought out loud. He just shrugged and cleaned everything up, then ate. He was sitting around the house when he suddenly heard screams outside. He ran out to see the commotion.
Down the road were burning buildings, with Grimm running rampant everywhere. Dygmann ran down to the cellar and grabbed the mace. It felt weird in his hands, but he managed to do a few practice swings. He ran back outside and down the road.
There were huntsmen/women fighting Grimm everywhere. He managed to down a couple baby Beowulves. Then, in the distance, he saw two familiar figures.
"Mom?" he yelled. "Dad?"
"Son!" his father yelled back. "Get out of here! Get to safety!"
"No! I'm not going to leave you guys again! I can help!"
Suddenly, he heard a growl. He looked in the direction of the noise. An alpha Beowulf was preparing to pounce at him. Suddenly, it fell to the side. In between him and the Beowulf stood a young man, about his age, fifteen. He wore dulled gold armor, with his hair in a ponytail. He wielded two barbed daggers, glaring at the Beowulf who now had a gash in it's face.
"Go," he said simply, glancing at Dygmann.
"No," he replied. "I need to help my parents."
"There's no time. Plus, I'm sure that they can handle themselves. We need to get out of here." He grabbed Dygmann's arm.
He tugged himself out of his grip. "Get off me. I'm helping them, whether you like it or not." As he tried to walk towards his parents, the teen stood in front of him.
"No."
"Fine, I'll just have to kill you, then help them." He swung his mace at him. Since he was off balance, the teen dodged the attack then struck Dygmann with the pummel of his dagger. Dazed, he still tried to fight him, stumbling more and more. "You'll have to do better than that."
"Alright then," the teen replied. He turned his daggers into swords and put them together, making a bow. He pulled out a blunt tipped arrow. He drew back and fired. This was the finishing blow. Dygmann fell to the ground, unconscious.
Dygmann slowly opened his eyes, and grabbed his head.
"Ugh… headache…," he said.
"Careful now. Wouldn't want to do more damage now."
He looked in the direction of the voice. There, sitting in a rocking chair, was the teen from before.
"You."
"Yes, me. My name is Newyn Rees. I brought you to a house outside of town and mended to your wounds."
"Oh, you mean the wounds that YOU gave me? Yeah, how freaking considerate of you!"
"I understand the hostility, but please, let me explain. The town was breached by Grimm and your parents were the first to respond. They called other huntsmen/women to help fight them. Eventually there were too many Grimm. After I brought you here, I went back to help. And…" He muttered a bit.
"What? And what?!"
"And, I was told to give you these." Newyn pulled out two shotguns from the floor. He handed them to Dygmann. "I'm sorry, I tried to help."
Dygmann froze. This was the proof he needed. His parents were dead, and not coming back. "Why didn't you let me help?"
"You were using a weapon you weren't trained with. I couldn't let you fight like that."
Dygmann nodded in understanding. "Well, I guess I should thank you."
"No need. Knowing that you trust me is enough. Thank you, Dygmann Aquino."
He didn't even ask. He could guess who told him. He just laid back down and relaxed, falling back to sleep.
A hooded figure stood at the edge of a purple table. "Mistress," they said. "All of the preparations are complete. Everything is in order."
"Good," a woman at the other end of the table said. "You've done well. Now, go to Vale and start the preparations there."
The hooded figure nodded, and left.
"You don't have much time left, Ozpin. You have your warriors, I have mine. No amount of huntsman and huntresses will prevent what I have in store for you. Be ready."
A tall man with white hair paced his office in Beacon Academy. He sipped his coffee.
Something's not right. He thought to himself. What could it be? What could it be?
"Ozpin?" a female voice said from behind him. "Ironwood's here to see you."
"Thank you, Glynda," he replied. "Oh, and could you also send Oobleck and Port as well?"
"Yes, Ozpin."
"Thank you, and I'd like you to sit in as well."
"Of course."
This will take more minds to go over. What is going to happen next?
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