A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I've got this crazy headache that will not away that happens when I stare at a computer screen. Oh well. I just needed a chapter that'll push the story into the next arc.

To make up for it, the Omake will be just a tad longer

:D

'nyways, Onwards!

Ozpin glanced up at the elevator door as it dinged for someone's arrival. The frame parted and Jaune stepped through, a spark of nervousness in his eyes as he slowly made his way towards the desk. It took another moment before Ozpin spun around on his chair.

"Ah, Mr. Arc. I heard that you needed me for something?" Jaune wasn't sure who told him that, but when the intercom called for Jaune up to Ozpin's office, Jaune just assumed that Ozpin had a semblance that allowed him to know everything that happened in Beacon. Note to self: Never masturbate again.

Jaune nodded at Ozpin's question. "Yeah. I talked to my dad." Ozpin nodded. "Thank you for doing so. Did he say anything about why Crocea Mors was effective in fighting the Dragon while nothing else could do more than annoy it?"

Jaune opened his mouth, then closed it again, mentally smacking himself in the face. He knew he forgot something.

"Judging by that look on your face, I'm going to assume that you didn't." Ozpin said with a small smirk. Jaune rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Er. Sorry Professor. I forgot. But my dad did tell me to tell you that uh…" Jaune tried to remember what his dad said. "You have a book." Ozpin nodded and Jaune smiled in relief, glad that Ozpin understood his vague language.

"I have many books." Ozpin said. Or apparently he had absolutely no idea what Jaune was trying to say.

"No, I mean, a specific book. The uh, Oghma… Infinitum?" Again Ozpin cast Jaune a blank stare. Please don't let this be a practical joke, Jaune thought desperately.

"Something about a Mr. Mora?"

Finally Ozpin's confused look cleared up. "Ah, yes, I remember. He was a strange fellow I met way back when. Gave me this right here," Ozpin bent under the desk and lifted a freaking three hundred pound book, slamming it on the desk, causing everything on it to jump up a few inches. Jaune's jaw dropped at the same time the book landed on the table. It was enormous, probably having more than a thousand pages, bound in a strange quilt like patter with leather and cloth.

It looked like a very dangerous artifact. Something about the air around it made Jaune's hair stand on end. It was the same feeling Jaune had when he saw the Wyvern, as well as Azura and Vedrahgol. It felt like power, but in a different way than the other three. It was an insidious kind of power, something that would catch you off guard and cause you to submit. If there was anything that exemplified the saying 'knowledge was power', it would be this thing.

Ozpin continued to talk.

"Apparently he gave that to me to give to the first student that asked about it. Maybe you can do something about it."

"What do you mean?" Jaune asked. Ozpin folded his fingers together, for once setting both his cane and his mug to the side. Jaune knew that this would be serious.

"I, as well as Glynda, Peter, among other people, cannot find a way to open the book." He said solemnly.

Jaune blinked rapidly and looked down at the book. It didn't seem to have a clasp or anything. Jaune reached out and grabbed the edge of its cover, flipping the book open.

Except the cover didn't budge at all, and Jaune, not expecting the resistance, ended up pushing him out of his chair and falling to the ground. Jaune lay there surprised.

Standing up again, Jaune looked closely at the Oghma Infinitum. There didn't seem to be anything that kept it from opening. Jaune spread his fingers and laid it on the cover.

It seems you need some help.

Jaune yelped in surprise, causing Ozpin to raise an eyebrow in question. Jaune just chuckled nervously before Vedrahgol spoke again.

You seem to be put off about something maldovah.

"What are you talking about?" Jaune muttered.

"Did you say something Mr. Arc?" Ozpin asked, causing Jaune to just smile awkwardly and say something about 'talking to himself' before focusing on his inner dragon again.

Don't speak aloud. Just think and I will converse with you.

How could Vedrahgol speak to Jaune? Heck, if he could do that, why couldn't he have done so earlier, or just constantly talk to Jaune?

The answer is in your hands maldovah. Literally so.

Jaune glanced down at the Oghma.

Yes. It seems that when you are close to an artifact that comes from Nirn, our bond grows strong enough to speak to you.

Jaune glanced down at Crocea Mors.

Yes, that is why I can talk to you when you fight. Apparently you don't listen very well when the adrenaline pumping through you.

Jaune was kind of getting a little sick of all these little surprises. Now how was he going to open this book?

It seems that Hermaeus Mora is being clever with his little tome. Try to speak the word Bex, but make sure to channel it, as you don't want to—

Jaune didn't listen to the rest of what Vedrahgol was saying, and simply said, "Bex."

What he didn't realize what that the word meant "open" in the dragon's tongue, and without a specific channel for the word, it simply decided to open everything within reach.

As the sound wave of Jaune's voice spread outwards, anything it touched that could be opened, opened.

The drawers of Ozpin's desk slammed open, the windows around fluttered open, the elevator doors slammed open, even though there wasn't the elevator car there. A loud zipping noise told Jaune that his fly decided to become undone as well, something he quickly fixed as discreetly as possible. And of course, the book flipped open, its pages fanning wildly.

—do that. Honestly maldovah, will you let me finish before doing something stupid?

How was Jaune supposed to know that was going to happen? That wasn't really his fault.

If you let me finish, you would have known exactly what was going to happen you bruniik.

So maybe it was a little his fault.

Jaune lifted the book into his arms and gave Ozpin a shaky grin.

"Well thanks for the book Professor Ozpin, I'll take a look at it now, bye!" Jaune rushed out towards the elevator and left. Ozpin simply glanced around the room before lifting his mug to his lips.

"Glynda will close everything." Ozpin said simply.

Jaune arrived in Team JNPR's room in record time before plopping himself on his bed, cracking open the tome.

Be careful!

Vedrahgol's warning echoed in Jaune's mind, making him pause before he could read anything.

That tome contains unbelievable knowledge that men have started wars over. You have no idea what you may learn, and it will forever be imprinted into you. This may not be knowledge that you want to know.

Jaune paused for a second. That did sound kind of bad. However, if he didn't, he would have to struggle to learn more about his semblance. Was it a risk he was willing to take? Aw dust, what was the worst that could happen? With that thought, Jaune flipped a page to see fantastical diagrams filling the pages.

Light filled Jaune as knowledge of the Dragon Language flooded into his head. It went on for hours and days and years… or maybe it only lasted for a few seconds, but when Jaune opened his eyes again, he saw that the book had disappeared from his hands, and Vedrahgol was completely silent.

Vedrahgol? Jaune thought in his head silently. No answer. Jaune grasped Crocea Mors and thought the same thing. Still no answer.

Jaune's eyes widened, panicking just a bit. What if this was all a trick and he lost his semblance? Jaune couldn't have that happen.

"Please still have my semblance," Jaune muttered. "Fus Ro Dah—"

Pyrrha opened the doors to her room and stopped in front of the doorway.

Jaune laid on the floor, looking as if someone had just punched him in the gut. Two of the beds were upside down, and another bed was on its side next to the wall. Papers, tools, books, and writing utensils seemed to be strewn all over the place, along with a… griddle?

"Are you alright Jaune?" Pyrrha asked slowly. Jaune just groaned and put a thumbs-up.

Yang, who was in the adjacent room, poked her head in. "I heard a noise, is everything—HAH." Yang burst out laughing at the scene. Jaune just grabbed a nearby pencil and tossed it at Yang.

"So I guess you didn't really learn your lesson of not using your semblance in a casual setting?" Yang said in amusement. Jaune groaned again and sat up.

"I did it once, how was I supposed to remember that anytime I said those words it would work?" Jaune just leaned against the wall, perfectly aware that the universe was out to get him.

Yang just snickered at the defeated expression on Jaune's face, walking into the room and grabbing the edge of a bed. "Come on, I'll help you clean this up." Her voice shook with laughter. Pyrrha raised an eyebrow at the out of place offer from Yang, but was happy that Jaune and her wouldn't have to clean everything up. Jaune didn't notice and just stood up. "Thanks Yang. I owe you one."

Yang smirked. "Well then, I don't mind making you do what I wanted." Yang gave him a wink. Jaune, luckily, was too tired to really respond.

They got to work, cleaning up the room relatively quickly with Yang's super strength and Pyrrha's magnetism. Jaune just picked up everything that wasn't metal and put things back in their proper place, making sure that Yang wasn't going to take anything or find anything that could be used as blackmail.

The finished right when all three of their scrolls went off.

Flipping them open, Jaune and company saw a brief message.

ALL TEAMS, REPORT TO MAIN AUDITORIUM.

Along with it was attached a picture that made all three of them pale.

Five fully grown Dragon-class Grimm stood floating above Beacon. Among them was a single man, riding the center dragon.

A/N: Shrug. Not the greatest thing I've ever written. Oh well. Omeke tim!

"No."

Nora sat stubbornly on top of her giant crab, who she named Muddy, arms crossed, one hand holding onto her staff.

"Come on Nora." Jaune begged, literally on his knees. Again, Nora refused. Jaune fell back in exasperation, at the end of his rope with Nora. Ten-year old Pyrrha giggled at the display, twirling around a bit before plopping on Jaune's lap, legs folded and beaming radiantly. Without another thought, Jaune tapped into his many years of dealing with his younger sisters and wrapped his arms around her and bounced his legs a little, making kiddie Pyrrha squeal in delight.

"Come on Nora," Jaune was practically whining at this point in time. "Ren promised he would bake you a year's worth of pancakes if you gave back the staff." Nora looked genuinely confused for a second.

"Why would I do that when I can summon pancakes whenever I wanted?" Nora asked. Jaune's eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"What do you me-"

"Staff, use Pancake attack!" Nora said, hopping onto her feet and waving the staff around.

Out of thin air, piles of pancakes appeared and fell on top of Jaune, pinning him and Pyrrha onto the ground. Nora twirled around and yelled something about super effectiveness before egging Muddy to turn and go into another direction.

Jaune struggled to pull himself and Pyrrha free, setting Pyrrha on her feet before Jaune collapsed out of exhaustion. Pyrrha the kid just stood there cutely, nibbling a pancake before offering up half of it to Jaune.

Before Jaune could recover his breath, he heard several wings flap as four chickens settled onto the group in front of him. Jaune stared at them for a second, wishing briefly that they were in nugget form.

"Jaune." One of the chickens clucked, making Jaune jump as he realized that the voice belonged to Cardin. It took him a second before he groaned.

"Nora did this to you didn't she?" Jaune said.

"Yes." The chicken said. "And guess who I'm going to blame this on?" Jaune chuckled nervously.

"I don't know Cardin, I mean there were a lot of things that happened to—oh god Pyrrha save me!" Jaune shrieked as the four chickens, which was probably Team CDNL, started to attack him.

Jaune ran as fast as his legs could carry him, before running into Velvet.

He fell to the floor and tried to gather his surroundings before the chickens picked him apart with their tiny beaks, but realized that they had stopped attacking. Jaune looked back to see Velvet holding onto two of the chickens, strangling them slowly.

"Do not… MESS WITH ME!" Velvet roared before throwing the two chickens against the wall and kicking the closest one to her. The last chicken squawked and ran away, leaving Velvet and Jaune alone.

"Thanks for the save Velvet, I was in quite a bit of trouble there." Jaune sighed.

Velvet turned to him, her glare still fixed on her face.

Why did she look so angry? She never looks angry, even when—oh no.

Without a second thought Velvet—heh heh—rabbit-punched him in the face, knocking him onto his back.

"WHY ARE YOU SO OBLIVIOUS?!" Velvet bellowed angrily, before landing on top of Jaune, wailing away at him.

The only thing that Jaune could think while he shrieked like a little girl getting pummeled by someone who practically weighed half as much as he did, was something he was really getting used to thinking at this point.

Godammit Nora.