(Well. Writer's block decided it wanted to kick me right in the balls with an iron boot...among other things...HOWEVER. I'm done now as you can see, and will now soon read. Also, this fan fiction is now one year old. How about that?)
Grimm Tidings
Ok, so good news: we're all alive and back in Vale. Bad news: Grimm decided to come along for the ride. As if on cue there's grunts and roaring as metal is pushed aside, and out of the train wreckage comes Ash and one hulking monstrosity of a human being with Quetza and Tezca following not long after. Looking back to RWBY and our teachers, I know a plan that me and my own team had to do or else all Grimm would end up running rampant, and there would be so much death.
"You guys handle the Grimm," I firmly state to Ruby, "me and the guys'll handle the the rest." I can see hesitation in Ruby's eyes. But she gives a nod of confirmation as her team and the teachers rush off to fight the Grimm. Turning back to my dear brothers in arms I sigh and give a smile to the three of them. They grin back at me before we turn our attention to our foes at hand.
"How noble of you to send the ladies away!" Ash drawls before giving a slow clap, "Not that numbers would've helped you anyway. I do hope that you all die quickly. Because I wanna be sure to rock this town inside out with the Grimm." He says with a smirk plastered on his face. In the meanwhile the big brute is just giving a big toothy smile and letting an extremely low chuckle, as for the brother and sister. It seems they're gone, looking around I see them making their way to the fight with the Grimm. Guess they don't want to fight us.
"You're underestimating us by a LOT there guy. Gotta ask: Are you sure about that?" Uriah asks tilting his head, the big brute growls. "C'MON NOW! LESS TALKIN' MORE FIGHTAN'!" He roars out charging at us like a freight train, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" He roars out about as loud as a bomb, right off the bat Uriah begins to fan away firing shots near his eyes. With Roy rushing into push back against him, in the mean while me and Silas rush after Ash who's weapon forms into a claymore with serrated edges. Me and the bastard dueling with one another, locking blades and dodging sweeps and stabs in equal measure. In the meanwhile Silas is trying to hit him with his axes, chopping at his sides. But this guy just keeps managing to block each hit, he smiles before he forms the claymore into a musket.
With a thunderous crack he fires and blasts Silas back, he forms it back to a claymore with me an him fighting one on one. "What's the matter kiddo? You and your puppy over there can't seem to hit the broadside of a barn!" He smugly taunts, I just spit right into his eye causing him to close it shut and dash backward with his face contorted in disgust. I rush at him again, this time I knee him in the stomach with enough force to cause him to cough up blood. I can hear him growl, he then grabs me by the head and tosses me aside next to Silas like I was just a rag doll.
"NEVER TOUCH ME MONGREL!" He barks out viciously, I give a nod to Silas who cracks his neck before charging in at him. In the meanwhile for Uroah and Roy they seem to be having trouble, the big red guy is having the good gunslinger ride on his back trying to stab him but to no effect. With Roy pounding away into his guts with just as much effect, however the brute seems to glow for a moment before grabbing Uriah and tossing him point blank into Roy. The two recover quickly, but their opponent picks up a piece of the ground and...tosses it at them. Color me curious the piece of earth explodes right into them with the force of a bomb, just who...no, what the hell is that guy? He doesn't seem too human all things considered.
The next thing I feel is a sharp pain in my stomach, I see Ash's weapon running through me with the white haired asshole looking me in the eye. "Hurts don't it? Don't worry, your pain is a fine bit of fun for me." He whispers as he rests his head on my shoulder. I grunt and have Cerberus transform into it's sword form and I stab him in the leg. It's weird, it's like his Aura didn't defend him in the slightest and my blade went through his leg like butter. His face twists into a rictus of pain and he just starts screaming and howling at me in pain and anger. And before I can even react he just tosses me back into where RWBY and the teachers were.
"YOU GODDAMN TROGOLDITE, YOU HAVE THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO HURT ME?!" Ash howls out in utterly volcanic fury, I get myself back up only for him to get the whip form of his weapon around me throat and have him pull me back just to punch me right in the mouth and then get ontop of me and start pounding away. "A GNAT LIKE YOU DOESN'T DESERVE TO LIVE!: I'LL KILL YOUR FRIENDS, I'LL BUTCHER EVERYONE YOU'VE MET LIKE THE PIGS THEY ARE, AND WHEN IT'S ALL DONE I'LL SCOOP OUT YOUR BRAINS AND HAVE YOU LIVE THROUGH ENDLESS SUFFERING AS A DISEMBODIED CHUNK OF GREYMATTER! JUST LIKE I HAVE WITH HIM AND LIKE I BURNED-" He kept ranting and raving like a lunatic until a crossbow bolt hit him right in the stomach. I roll my head back, and right there with two crossbows in hand is Ahri. Next thing she does is run over to me and lift me up, "Mind telling me who he and Mr. Fuckhuge is?" Ahri asks a bit dryly
"Oh he and him are assholes I know, mainly the guy screaming at me. Other guy I know jack about." I tell her breathlessly, "Is your team nearby?"
"Yep, us and JNPR. Had alarms going off in the dorms and we saw Grimm running through the city. Pretty sure every single Huntsman and Huntress in the city'll be coming as fast as they can here." Ahri states pointing out, and there they are clear as day is JNPR. All of this has ended up becoming a massive shitstorm: Ash, the Grimm, all of it. My thoughts ended up getting interupted by something, everything just turned black...nothingness. I was in a void, and out of the void came something.
I try calling out for Cain or Cthugha, but no sound came out. My voice is gone. Nonononononon0, please let me live. And out of the ground came something, it's human in shape but it's just blackness with two violet lights for eyes. Just seeing it makes my soul and mind lurch in disgust at seeing it, I try looking away but it's very presense is making me feel more and more sick. It's wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
"Calm yourself, I'm not going to hurt you." It says, it's voice whispery and poisonous. Like smoke in a burning home, it's lying. I know it's lying! it has to be lying! "You seem afraid, don't be afraid. This is all just a dream. In fact, this may very well be the last dream you may ever have...for nightmares are coming." It says almost sympathetically to me, it's lying. It's just lying. Then there are images flashing by me like strobelights, each one I see too quick yet it makes my soul hurt: my home in flames, my friends being butchered.
This cannot happen, no. This will not happen
...
There's a burning sensation all across my body, I think I've been lit on fire. No...I am on fire, looking across my body I can see flames and electricity encircling around my whole body. I can see my body somehow: I'm covered in flames and lightning. I have a halo of blue light above my head generating tentacles grasping out at the air and shadows, my face is covered in cracks like stone that's been exposed to a high amount of heat, and my skin is charred black and covered in a grey ash like color. I've lost hair and instead it's covered in a mix of flames in a rainbow of color and eyes with a pair of bull horns sticking out. My torso is opened, showing ribs and instead of a heart looks like six suns circling one another: one white and gold like the regular sun, one gray and blue like a cadaver, one green and black, and the last one are two smaller suns circling each other which are purple and crimson. My arms are detached from my body, twisted and burnt flesh molded onto cracked and blacken bones with my fingers stretching out into clawed tips with my hands themselves seeming to ooze a sludge-like red substance from what looks like holes...I think it's my blood. Meanwhile for my lower half seems to be gone: with my spine gently swaying in the wind and very much like my arms, detached from the rest of my body. And further ahead of me are a series of small flames circling around me, almost like pets.
So you must be the one who speaks with my father.
The voice wasn't Cain or Cthugha, but it seemed so similar to my fiery friend only it seemed...gray. I keep thinking of the voice as gray. Monotone, detached, and yet surprisingly melodic. Like the crunch of ice and snow forming sounds that make words.
You may call me Aphoom-Zhah, the Gray Flame. Now I ask you, with this power: DO. AS. THOUT. WILL.
I look to see my friends and enemies alike staring at me. I think that this, Aphoom is right: I should cut lose. Reaching out, a blade made from black and white fire forms into my hands with Cerberus in my left and the blackflame in my right. And so I begin to walk forward, the sound of the ground sizzling and the smell of sulfur are sweet aromas and lullabies upon my nose and ears.
"Oh...oh no..." I hear Ash whimper in fear, looking to him his eyes are wide as saucer plates. I can see the big brute covered in scrap metal and muscle charge at me, practically on instinct I make a sweep of my sword through him. He crumples to the ground as flames wrap around him and begin to lick: and when the flames quickly die out he's encased in ice, now for Ash. Wait, he's limping away...no...you get back here you worthless bastard. Holding out a hand, he near instantly comes into my hand. I smile and watch him struggle away, then I run my flaming claws through the ends of his lips. He's screaming quite a lot, I only wish he could scream more for me: he goes limp sadly and I drop him to the ground like a limp ragdoll with a scarred smile on his face. Then again Ash is always smiling, ah the smell of cooked meat.
Coming out of the hole I can see Grimm and Huntsmen, it's time that I even things up for the Huntsmen.
Cain's POV
Even from here the light coming from Axel in this form he's in is blinding, and the heat is like I have my face near a kiln. And the smell is like sulfur and charred flesh, it's unbearable. But what worries me more is the power that he has right now: Grimm are swarming him right now and he's either having them collapse in on themselves only to explode back out or he's vaporizing them, goddamn it Cthugha you gave him your power...not only that but it seems you gave his Semblance more power. Guess that it isn't simple teleportation after all. And with the Grimm pilling in, gray flame bursts forth and encases the dark creatures in ice...Aphoom. Oh no.
I drop down to the ground bellow and rush in to Aphoom-Zah, fuck. I didn't thing Cthugha's spawn would actually gain control of him, how is the better question in fact. With a fireblade swinging down over head I toss my body into a roll into the fiery fiend itself wrapping my hands around it's head. "APHOOM-ZAH, YMG' AH'EHYE HUP FAHF GOF'N!" I command to the spawn of Cthugha in R'Lyehian.
YOU WILL NOT FORCE ME BACK INTO MY HOLE KINSLAYER, I WILL DO AS I WISH WITH MY NEW VESSAL!
Fine. If he wishes to act in rebellion, then he needs to realize that it'll be met with force. Tightening my grip on either side of his head I begin a binding chant, the pain of having the flames melt my skin and char my flesh is something I've experienced before which while unpleasant is one I've gotten used to. The flames begin to die down as I see more of what the young man that the Gray Flame has taken over start to appear in his stead.
YOU AND MY FATHER ARE BOTH FOOLS TO DEFY NYARLATHOTEP LIKE THIS, THE TIME FOR MORTALS IS NIGH!
"Gof'nnn ot Cthugha! Y' ymg' ah'ehye mgepog llll fahf gof'n, ahornah ymg' gnaiih ymg' ngahnah ahaiehye!" I finish the chant, the flames are snuffed. And the body blows away in a cloud of grey ash to reveal young Axel. While fully clothed, his skin is covered in third degree burns and his clothes themselves are burned as well...while Aura and a stay in the medical bay will help him to heal. I fear for what this means. "Axel!" "Boss!" Looking I see his comrades in arms from RWBY and his own team rush over to me, setting the boy down I leave him for them to look after.
"Axel?! You better be okay goddamn you!" The blonde one growls out, Yang I believe her name is. Though she doesn't sound angry, but more concerned than anything else. "Please be okay, please..." She whispers out
"Come on now, we've been through too much." The wolf adds in, "I don't want to lose any more people I care about." He continues, I frown in sympathy for the children and kneel along side them. Time is passed in silence, he's breathing but it's so faint and slow. But then, something comes out of his mouth.
"Hey...why so glum?" The young man asks, his voice small and weak. Yet his eyes have opened up some and he has a small smile on his face. The children's expressions brighten up considerably, I smile as well and stand back up. Leaving the children to their friend.
Axel's POV, Beacon Medical Bay, Half an hour later
The sterile white of the room and the lights is something that usually bothers me, however visitors more than make up for it. With my teammates and RWBY around here with me in the medical bay things are brighter, and Zwei doesn't seem to mind me giving him little ear rubs at all. Despite all the bandages my skin still stings from when I was burning.
"Well, we did it." Yang states a bit awkwardly, I couldn't blame her today was an absolute mess in total.
"We did it." Blake chimes in a bit half-heartedly
"I guess we did, didn't we?" Silas suggests, this earns a bit of a look from Weiss and Roy.
"You guess Silas?" Weiss asks in an almost critical tone, "Ah ease up Princess. I think it's safe to say that we all had a long day." Uriah tells his snow-haired love sweetly leading to her sighing and giving a tired smile. She then let's out a bit of a chuckle, "If we don't get extra credit for that, I'm gonna be seriously disappointed." She gripes a bit. I frown a bit at that, oh well it is Weiss after all.
"Weiss a King Taiju crushed a bakery, Ursai ran through a clothing store...I think we earned some extra credit." Roy throws out, "Plus, I mean, we didn't solve everything. A lot of people were hurt, and we ended up losing Ash and the mercenary siblings, and we haven't found out who they've been helping." Ruby states factually and a bit sadly. Looking to me with a melancholic expression on her face.
"Well, not every story has a neat and tidy ending." Weiss says casually
"She's right." Silas adds on arms crossed, "Sometimes a story can just leave a bittersweet taste in your mouth: questions still unanswered, but still." The silver wolf gives a happy smile looking between all of us. "I can say that this turned out well over all." Blake gives a nod of agreement before speaking up, " We might not have all the answers, but we do have a lot of dangerous people behind bars. And I think that's something we could be proud of." She says quite confidently
"Yeah! And if anyone tries something like this again, we'll be there to stop them." Ruby says excitedly pumping her fists, I chuckle a bit at that. She's always been the fiery one, I'll give her that. I think that's a good quality for someone to have.
"Yay, teamwork, camaraderie, good guys, go team, alright, good job..." Yang says dryly as she leans back in her chair with her hands behind her head, "So, what now?"
"Well...there is something to ask Axel." Roy states uncomfortably, "What happened to you back there Ax?"
"Yeah, you ended up turning into a fiery...I dunno what to call it." Ruby adds in curiously. But before I could say anything, a small little candle flame appears in front of me to flicker.
"That was my...son." Cthugha states, "Hell if I know how he got into Axel here. But I'm going to give him the belt if you know what I mean." My eldritch companion says rather coyly, still causes a few of us to flinch. Namely Weiss. And with that the flame goes away, there's a small silence but I figure that speaking up would be appropriate.
"Guys look, if I ever do have that happen to me and I-"
"Don't worry about it Axel." Blake says putting a hand on my head, "We know you wouldn't try to hurt us." I smile to the Feline Faunus, "Heh. Thanks Blake. Now putting aside that, I was told that with a mix of my Aura healing my wounds and Professor Scale coming in to heal I should be out in about three days healthy as a horse." I tell optimistically to lighten up the room. "So, any other ideas?"
"I suggest training for the tournament, but I guess we have that covered at this point." Weiss says cupping her chin in thought.
"So then..." Silas throws out, tapping his hands in his lap.
"Uhhhh...Time for bed?" Ruby suggests taking Zwei out from under my arms and into her's/
"Please." ""Absolutely." "Agreed." "You said it." "Yes." "Couldn't agree more." "Take the lead Rube." We all just say together in collective agreement, and with that everyone gets up and heads out of the room.
"I'm going to sleep forever." Yang grunts as she pops her neck
"This has been one hell of a day at the office." Uriah sighs out. I smile as they leave and close my eyes. Better get some rest, but first.
Hey, don't punish the kid alright?
What? Why shouldn't I? He tried bodyjacking you my best pal, I gotta punish him SOMEhow you know.
Look, I have something better. Tell him you're disappointed in him and leave it at that...it's more effective than you think.
Hmmm...Fine then, have a good sleep there bud.
Be seeing you
And with that I can feel the tiredness close in, I needed this.
Third Person POV
The Breach today was a cause for concern for Ozpin, however he had to maintain a stoic figure. "Ozpin?" One of the councilmen asked. And for young Axel, if that happened to him...then he fears for the rest who have the Old Ones who are helping them that may end up taking a form similar to their partner. "OZPIN!" The councilman roared snapping the Headmaster out of his thinking. Turning his chair around to face the video monitor, the Vale council members obscured by shadows, and in the corner of the screen was a smaller screen containing video feed for Ironwood.
"You've left us no choice!" One of the Councilmen sternly states, "The Vytal Festival tournament cannot be broadcast, let alone held, if we are unable to ensure the safety of the citizens." Ozpin kept a straight face and just sipped from his mug. The same Councilman lets out an ahem to calm himself, "Therefore, we have reached out to the Atlas Council and together have decided that the best action is to appoint General Ironwood as head of security for the event." That news there hit him with frustration and anger however.
"Thank you, Councilman. Our Kingdom is happy to lend as many troops as it takes to ensure that the event runs smoothly and safely as possible." James said cordially
"And we thank you, General."
"Will that be all?" Ozpin asked, hiding his discontent with the news beneath a face of stoicism.
"For now. But after this festival comes to a close, we are going to have a serious discussion about your position at Beacon Academy. General Ironwood's reports over the last few weeks have left us somewhat... concerned. I am sure you understand." And with that the Council video feed vanishes, leaving only Ozpin and Ironwood: Colleagues, friends, fellow headmasters, keepers of secrets, and protectors of mankind from anything that would threaten Mankind. They stared at eachother in silence for what both felt like a thousand lifetimes, but was only just five seconds.
"This is the right move, Ozpin. I promise, I will keep our people safe, you have to trust me." Ironwood says, and with his video feed disappearing. Ozpin turns his chair to see an Atlesian warship outside his window. James is a good man at heart, he's just misguided.
For James, he was seeing the office of Ozpin and Beacon through a window. Ozpin is wise, he has more experience than him and the rest of the academy headmasters combined. However, this time Ozpin was wrong. "You brought this on yourself." Ironwood mutters, the door opens up for him to see 'reformed' criminal Roman Torchwick walk in. "Good, you're hear."
"Hey I wasn't going to run, you heard all about what I said. Me and Neo-"
"I don't believe a single word you say. Until proven other wise: You're still just nothing but a lowlife. Are we clear?"
"Alright, alright! Sheesh, I'm helpin' ya out aren't I? Gotta count for something right?" Roman asks with raised hands. Ironwood only ignores this, having the cell doors open up to show one Roja Pecus trapped in what looks like an iron coffin. With half a dozen guards watching, "Leave us." The General says, the guards nod and file out with the door closing not long after. Just the General, the Boxed Crook, and a Juggernaut.
"Torchywick! How'z you doin' t'day ey?" Roja greets to Roman jovially
"Heyyyy..." Roman replies somewhat awkwardly, "Listen. I think you should listen to the guy with a stick up his ass. You know?"
Ignoring the smartass comment, Ironwood places his hands on the table separating the man and the beast. "I've been informed that so far you've refused to co-operate with the authorities."
"O I dunn'o, I'z just not da friendliest bloke 'ehn it comez to da law." Roja ponders
"How about the world's strongest military power?" Ironwood asks more threateningly
"Hey, not sure how to break it General. But uh, not great with first impressions." Roman chides
"Well I'z love ta get a chance ta meet 'em Genrul."
"I'm going to give you one chance. Who's backing your associates Ash and Klaus Schwarz?" Ironwood asks stenly
"O...I'd radda not say y'know?"
"Come on now, just tell us or else you'll find yourself at the end of a gun barrel." Roman says in a fale pleading tone, Tangerine did help him out. Maybe he could help him too.
"Nah, no thanks Torchywick."
With this, Ironwood and Torchwick begin to leave. But they heard Roja speak, "Is something troubling you? General James Ironwood?" The change caused Roman and Ironwood to freeze solid into place. However, Ironwood got his nerve up to speak.
"The council's given me custody over you for as long as I see fit. So you can make yourself comfortable. I can be sure that you'll have plenty of time to talk. " The good General said somewhat quietly.
"Oh, wonderful. I'll enjoy every visit you make James...and farewell Roman. Stay safe." And with that the two interrogators leave, the cell door closing behind them.
"Has that ever happened before?" Ironwood asked, Roman was in a cold sweat. That change in tone spooked him.
"No...never."
Ash's POV
Fuckin leg, fuckin mouth. Merciful fucking fuck all FUCK does my shit hurt.
"All in all, I call today a success." My sister says smugly, Streetrat however looks less than over joyed.
"Those stupid kids really made a mess of things." Streetrat states
"Preaching to the choir sister. And still...I have a feeling I'll need to step up my game, one of the little shit got a boost from Cthugha." I state venomously, "Just my luck. That and with my leg and smile, shit's fanfuckintastic."
"Ah cool it." Patricide chides, "But yeah. A lot of Faunus didn't make it out the tunnels. You still think the White Fang's gonna listen to us?"
"Threaten them enough sure." I mumble
"No, but they'll listen to me." A new voice says. Turning to see a red haired fuckwit wearing a black trenchcoat and a mask around his eyes. I smile, well my day just got brighter.
"Hey Adam, I have to ask you: What's it like to get cucked by a mutt?"
Axel's POV
I've slept for a good portion of the evening and night, but right now something's bugging me. Like someone's watching me, opening up my eyes I look around the room and find no one. As I close my eyes I see a Grimm mask causing me to wake back up in surprise, turning to my left I see someone. Dressed in crimson red armor, a sword at their...her hip. She's wearing an assortment of beaded necklaces, the Grimm mask looks much like a Nevermore, the mask itself hiding a mane of hair black like the night sky. "So, I finally get to meet you." She says, her voice sounds...calm, soothing, yet I can sense a sinister air to it.
"Who...are you?" I ask tilting my head, she let's out a small chuckle. Grabbing the mask the mystery woman pulls it off and...she looks like Yang. The woman looks like a splitting image of Yang, just older, with black hair and red eyes...like Yang has when she's angry. Wait a minute. "You're her aren't you?" I ask, my tone cautious. "You're Raven Branwen." She just smiled at me, an amused smile.
"I suppose my brother told you all about me...didn't he?" She asks tilting her head down at me, her tone was condescending and arrogant. Well it seems Qrow was right in that regard, clearing my throat I adjust myself into sitting upright to meet her eye to eye. "He told me enough to get an idea of who you are." I reply with no emotion. The woman gave a frown, "Well then. Allow me to cut to the chase: Stop seeing my daughter." She says bluntly, it caused me to flinch. What?
"Wait? What?"
"You heard me boy."
"Why the hell should I?" I ask in anger, the bitch just stared at me and sighed.
"I know what kind of power is swimming around inside of you. You're a threat whether you realize it or not, you have the power to turn someone near you into a pile of ash and dust." Raven said factually, wait she knew? How? "You're a walking time bomb, and when what happened today with you repeats again. Do you think that Cain or Ozpin will be there to pull you out before you can turn someone you care about into a pile of burnt meat, like my daughter? Or Summer's daughter? Or you could end up melting down and wiping half of Vale off of the face of Remnant before anyone has the time to blink much less scream and run." She says coldly, "However. You just have to leave, turn back on that old fool Ozpin. I may even offer you a place in the tribe. So, what do you say?"
"...No." I whisper, her eyes seem to widen up. I have a feeling that this here is going to be great.
"What?" Raven asks sharply
"You heard me Raven. I said no."
"You're as much of a fool as Ozpin to think you can stop what's coming. You'd fight a war against horrors beyond rational scope? And risk the people you care ab-"
"You don't get to criticize my actions you disloyal, cowardly, manipulative bitch." I hiss at her venomously, "I know the risks that I'm taking here, my first risk was deciding to become a Huntsman and fight against the creatures that threaten our very lives. My second that I HAD NO CHOICE in was being pulled into, and you know what? I'm willing to fight that too, because there's so few who are willing to actually do it."
"Hmph." The Branwen sister scoffs, "What do you even fight for? The thrill of the hunt? Because you have no family to care about you should you die? What. Is. It?"
"You're wrong for those two: I do enjoy fighting with the Grimm and whoever else, it gives me a good rush. And I do have family, they're in this academy. And I fight so that people won't need to throw their lives away trying to face monsters that'd kill them and their families, I fight because I know that I can do so much more good by fighting, I fight for my fellow Huntsmen and Huntresses who'd lay down their lives along side me! I fight for the chance to be remembered, if not by the people I swore to defend then by those who I fight against! I fight so that all the fighting I do can lead to a path where suffering is a memory. I fight...because I must." I tell her firm, strong, defiant, full of emotion and pride. "If I find myself where I may die against the enemy? Will I run like you? No...I will not go gently into the night, I will take as many as I can with me." I growl out, she remains silent with a neutral expression on her face. "Now let me ask you, Raven Branwen: What do you fight for? Have you ever fought a reason that isn't just about yourself? I ask sharply, when I do she puts on her mask and pulls out her blade. Long and crimson.
She swings down, and cuts open a portal behind her. She just stares at me, her eyes barely hidden by the Grimm mask.
"You and I are quite a like you know." She says gently, she sounds sympathetic.
"You and I are nothing alike. No matter what you tell yourself, I'm nothing like you. And I will never be like you. Now: GET! OUT!" I snarl, my raw and primal. The sister to my savior and my teacher, the mother of the love of my life, she then walks through the portal. With the swirling red and black void closing up not long afterwards. Closing my eyes I begin to think, the Vytal Festival is soon. Wounds ought to heal up before then: It'll be fun.
(Kept you waitin' eh?)