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"So…" Ruby started, because of course she would, standing on the cliff edge and surrounded by her family, looking at an amused Salem who had her arms crossed, "You're, uh, prettier than I imagined? No, that's not what I meant, that was mean…"

"Gods damn it, Ruby…" Weiss sighed, pressing her palm to her forehead while Salem and Jaune watched, standing together. The Schnee glanced from the Queen of the Grimm to Jaune's mask and sighed, "I know it's fairly obvious, Jaune, but you could at least make some introductions, you know. Rather than leave us standing here like a bunch of cretins. Everyone is either terrified, too tired for this, or flailing like a child-"

"Hey!"

"-because no one in the current century is taught how to interact with royalty." She waved a hand at Salem when she chuckled, shaking her head, and added, "And no one is trained for this in the history of our species. An bloody introduction wouldn't hurt anyone involved, I should think."

"Are you actually chastising him in front of the Queen of the damn Grimm?" Ren asked, as though something had finally shocked Lie Ren. Weiss simply stared him down and he shrugged, "I just felt it bore mentioning."

"My, this is the most amusing little display I have seen in quite some time, Jaune." He gave her a sidelong glance, arms crossed and head tilted at her sourly, Pyrrha and Neo both behind him with Cinder on his flank, and she barked another harsh laugh, "Oh, don't be so sour, Jaune. Today is a day of celebration, not sour glares through an armored mask."

"I, am Salem al Ra'an T'orsk'an." She said quickly, Jaune blinking at the surname - or what had to be one - and she chuckled, eyes losing focus for a moment, "Or at least, that was my name, a long time ago. Before Ozpin created what I am today, what stands before you…" She shook herself, taking a breath, and smiled, "Forgive me, I have not said that name in a long, long time, and it brought back some memories."

The group was quiet for a moment before Ruby, because of course, said, "That's, uh, a pretty name?" Every eye snapped to her and she shrank in on herself, shoulders scrunched and pushing her index fingers together shyly, "What? I don't know what to say… This is weird, that's all."

"Quite." Salem agreed, smiling warmly and turning to Jaune fully, ignoring the others, "The castle and its buildings were reconstructed exactly as before, you should have no trouble finding your way around, Jaune. You or Neo, there, for that matter. I have not, however, replaced my staff after your little rescue."

"I think we'll survive." Jaune ground out, hand rising to rest on the pommel of his sword comfortably. Several of his group stiffened, and then relaxed when they saw his own hand unclasped and lax. "Most of us didn't grow up with butlers and maids, so I think we can manage without you getting slaves to work for us."

"I don't like to call them slaves, but as you say, Jaune." She inclined her head politely, then returned her dark gaze to his, this time speaking more meaningfully. And threateningly as well. "Do not forget our bargain, though, Jaune. I will have what I desire, and what you offered to me, or you shall learn the truths of hell and a woman scorned most intimately. But I trust you know this."

"I do." He growled, moving between the others and her protectively. Cinder's fingers sparked with electricity and fire, barely embers Jaune couldn't have seen, but he raised his off hand towards her commandingly even so. "You don't need to try and threaten me, Salem. An Arc never breaks his word, not unless he is betrayed first."

"An interesting addendum on that family motto of yours, Jaune." Salem complimented, turning and striding away from the cliff towards the distant castle as the craft they'd come in slowly lifted off the ground and turned, rocketing away. "Come, now, I wish to show my guests to their new home, temporary or not."

Exchanging glances, they moved to follow her, some warily and others not as much. Jaune and his more experienced group weren't afraid of Cinder, of the myriad Grimm wandering the grounds of the castle and around it, but the others were. Instincts were funny like that, it too hours upon months to actually pound an instinct out of someone and get them to ignore what the bestial part of their minds demanded of them.

They walked in silence for a couple minutes before Cinder noted Ruby's fear, several Beowolves growling lowly at her, and chuckled, "Grimm are attracted by fear, and anger, and grief, Silver-Eyed Child. You know this, don't you?" Ruby's face was confused, and Jaune's mirrored it behind his visor, but the youngest among them just nodded and Salem asked, "Then why are you so openly fearful of them? That will only incense them, even given your particular condition."

"My… mom was killed by Beowolves, when I was little, so I've always, you know…" She shrugged weakly, unsure of what to say next and obvious about that, and she nodded her head to either side, "I'm not, you know, scared - not really, I mean - they just… Hit close to home, I guess."

"That is sensible enough, I suppose, child." Salem said after a full half-minute, actually slowing her pace so Ruby could match her and offering a small, thin smile, one that to Jaune actually managed to reach her eyes. An odd effect on her dark, sinister orbs, but it was there nonetheless. "For what it is worth, I wish you to have my condolences. My Grimm ma have taken her life, but I wish you to know I did not order it. Nor do I order every action my children undertake."

"Aren't you their ruler, though?" Ren asked, a tinge of something in his voice that Jaune couldn't place without his Semblance. And frankly, he still held some distaste for violating his friends' minds when he could help it. Salem hummed her question, and Ren explained, "Typically, subjects act at their ruler's command. That's true among people, I don't see why your monsters would be any different."

"First, I would be very grateful if you did not insult my creations so wantonly. I have done naught to you and would thank you to be the least bit respectful, given that I have opened my home to you. After you killed me in it, as well, I should add." When he didn't respond aside form a grimace, Salem sighed and continued on regardless, "And no, young man, they do not simply await my commands. The vast majority, and in fact practically all of them, will live and die without a word from me. I haven't the time or mental fortitude to assume direct control permanently of more than a handful of my Grimm, much less the trillions which breathe this moment."

"That makes sense, given that you said earlier you were once a human." Weiss offered as diplomatically as anyone could hope, even for a Schnee like her, to manage surrounded by Grimm and speaking to Salem herself. "The human mind is not infinite, it can't withstand so much all at once. I… Would be surprised if it could even survive such an overwhelming sensory overload."

Salem, surprisingly, actually seemed pleased and stopped to face Weiss, "You are quite educated, I see. Impressive, even by Atlesian standards. I suppose that is the Schnee in you, and the fortune that it brings to purchase the best education possible?"

"Yes, your Highness." Weiss responded politely, inclining her head and offering a slight curtsy. "I am just glad that some of the more apparently useless lessons my father insisted upon find themselves pertinent here."

"Quite." Salem nodded, eyes roving over Weiss in search of something while Jaune watched her curiously. Weiss, of course, noticed too and adopted a stiffer, more disciplined stance. Years of her father doing similar likely resonating in her head, forcing a reaction, which drew another pleased smile and even a warm laugh from the dark Queen, "You are quite polite, as well. I had thought having so many humans, and Hunters at that, living in my home would be troublesome."

"I will do my utmost to see to it we are not, your Highness." Weiss promised demurely, voice low and curtsying again, "Keeping Ruby in check is the only hard task, truly. The others tend to keep to themselves well enough, so far as I know. We will be the best of houseguests, assuming I have my way of things."

"Jaune does as well, unfortunately, as do his companions. So do not be a stranger, dear… Weiss, was it?" She tried, holding a finger towards her and smiling even wider when the Schnee nodded. "I had believed it so, yes. As I said, don't be a stranger. And that goes to all of you. I will need to adjust to having so many here, but feel free to speak to a Seer or myself directly if you need anything or simply wish to speak. My servants as well, are at your disposal, within reason. I have… missed having people to speak with who aren't mere servants."

Turning without waiting for a response, she continued leading them to the castle and speaking as well, "I have not, unfortunately, constructed private accomodations for you all. The servants' quarters will have to suffice, and Doctor Watts is seeing to having them better furnished within the week. It would be quicker, but Atlas is sadly on lockdown at the moment, I'm afraid."

And gods did she sound smug when she said that, though Jaune wouldn't point it out.

After another minute, as they closed with the castle, Ruby once again broke the silence that descended, "You, uh, you keep calling me 'silver eyed', Miss Salem." The Grimm Queen hummed her question once again, turning to look at the girl at her side and sparing Jaune a glance behind the two of them, before Ruby added, "Uh, Headmaster Ozpin, he mentioned them too. A while ago, so I was wondering if you, um, knew why?"

"Why he mentioned it?" Salem asked, clearly teasing the girl, "Or why I mentioned it?"

"Um, yes?" Ruby tried, making an admittedly cute face, "Both, I guess? If you, you know, know why he said it too, I mean."

"Silver Eyed Warriors are a breed apart. Mystical in their own rights, in a separate way from the Maidens who garnered their own powers from Ozpin so long ago that the facts of how and when would give you nothing." Salem answered, her gaze meeting Ruby's silvery eyes for a moment before she winced and returned to gazing at her forehead instead, "They predate even me, so I can offer you little, aside from that they can grant great power in times of duress and obliterate Grimm. Thought it exhausts the wielder, almost exclusively to unconsciousness, which plays a large part in its rarity."

"It doesn't matter if you slaughter a thousand Grimm, if you are helpless to the ten left after." Cinder explained for Ruby, "The loss of consciousness likely ends with the wielders being slaughtered where they fall."

"Which means less of them bare children with the same eyes, and the trait becomes ever rarer." Salem finished, nodding and offering the suddenly nervous Ruby a small smile, "Relax, little Rose, if you do not hold my outward appearance against me, I see no real reason to hold yours against you. You've nothing to fear from me. I promise you that much, and for purely selfish reasons, so you can trust my words on this matter if nothing else."

"Okay, uh, thanks." Ruby answered, forcing a nervous smile, "I, uh, I won't hold how you look against you either you know. I always hate when people do that to me, just because I'm short."

"Cute, polite, powerful…" Salem chuckled, shaking her head at a joke no one understood but her. "You are surrounded by appealing women, Jaune, and you choose a small psychopath over the lot of them. How odd. I suppose there truly is no accounting for taste, after all, is there."

She was baiting him, and Jaune knew it, forcing himself to ignore the barb and simply grunting, "Just depends on the kinds of tastes a person has, Salem." He caught Neo's eye through his visor and smile, "And circumstances can breed more than just platonic attachments, sometimes."

"So long as she doesn't mind you sharing a bed with another, from time to time. I'm a woman who has not suffered a man's touch in a long time, you know, and I have your agreement to satisfy that requirement of our alliance." Salem countered, Ruby flushing brightly behind her at the mere suggestion of Jaune and Salem doing anything intimate. Jaune simply scowled, and Neo turned to stare at the ground as they walked, and Salem let out a surprisingly good-humored sigh, "Brothers, act like that's a worse proposition. Make it sting a bit more. It's the veins, isn't it?"

"Not really, no." Jaune sighed, shaking his head, "I'm just loyal like that. I don't like being intimate with someone who isn't Neo, not like that at least. It's nothing to do with you, honestly, Salem."

"He has rejected mine and Cinder's own advances as well." Pyrrha offered, trying to back him up, and managing to get the rest of his friends' eyes locked onto him accusingly. He sighed, and Pyrrha noticed them as well, chuckling, "He has also expressed a respect for us, as well, that draws the line. In honesty, his truly honorable nature betrays my desires a bit, there."

"I live in a world where every woman of prestige I know, is struggling for Jaune's attention." Weiss sighed, shaking her head, "What kind of world is this? Truly, a hell beyond imagining, that is what this is."

"At the least, it is one in which you live, and get to attend a feast in a land scant few men or women have ever laid foot on without it costing them their lives." Salem offered, no doubt as mocking as it was helpful, "Congratulations are in order, on braving such scarcely crossed waters, Schnee."

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"That is indeed the settlement he hails from, Taurus." Yuma answered, standing just inside the entrance to Adam's tent and voice low. Beside Adam stood a pensive Banesaw, arm still bandaged from the debacle at Mountain Glenn. "The Atlesians are nowhere to be seen, and so it is their scant garrison and militia that protect the place's walls. Nothing compared to trained fighters, like ours. And given what our scouts and contacts both reported happening north of here..."

"Reinforcements are not likely to come." Banesaw finished quietly, drumming his fingers on the handle of his saw in thought and watching Adam closely. Swallowing, he tried for the third time to speak to his old comrade, "This place, Ansel, it is not one we should attack. The Arcs have ever been uncaring for race, and even today I saw a third of their guard made up of Faunus. Our kinsmen."

"Our kinsmen, Banesaw, are White Fang and no one else. Not a single one of those Faunus out there, or the traitors in Vale, are our kinsmen." Adam corrected him, growling the words yet again as he turned to glare at the larger man. "They are enemies of the Faunus across the world. No exceptions."

"And what, you intend to slaughter every Human and Faunus not pledged to our cause?" He demanded quietly, careful to keep any heat from his voice. He'd seen what happened to those Adam labelled traitors and deserters. He did not intend to suffer that fate, not if he could sway Adam to a better path. When the man didn't respond, Banesaw huffed, "If you do that, then both peoples will be driven into extinction. The only ones that win that fight are the Grimm. Have you worn that mask so long that you think them your ally now, instead of your own people?"

"The White Fang are my people, not the Grimm or anyone else whatsoever, and we will discuss this after we deal with the Arcs." Adam asserted simply, turning back to Yuma, "I want another check on the Atlesian fortification. Make certain that no one is there, and set traps for anyone that may come."

"Yes, Adam." Yuma responded shortly, inclining his head almost reverently. Too reverently, for Banesaw's tastes, but he knew better than to say that. "I will see it done immediately, if that is all, Sir."

"You have it. Get it done and get back here, and do not get spotted. That much goes without saying, though, of course. You know the price of failing, too, so that doesn't bare repeating either." The man turned without another word, pushing out of the dark tent and moving off to his tasks. For a long moment, the two White Fang fighters stood in silence, until Adam broke it, "You are questioning my orders a lot lately, Banesaw."

"I thought it was my job, offering advice and trying to keep things running." He responded simply, rushing to add, "I don't view it as challenging you, or anything like that, Adam. You know I wouldn't challenge your orders. I've always been loyal to you, and to our cause, Adam."

"I know, I know, you're right." He sighed, turning to look at him and smiling thinly, reaching up to finger one of his horns gingerly. A Beowolf had clipped it earlier in the week, sheer luck, and he'd been checking it since on occasion. "Since you're loyal, would you do me a favor and oversee the traitors we caught a few days ago being marked? Normally, I would, but I need to plan the attack with Yuma."

"I…" Banesaw swallowed, grip tightening on his saw until his hand ached, and then he nodded his head, "Of course, Adam. I'll go now, and deal with it, if you don't have anything else you wanted to speak to me about?"

"No." Adam turned back to the map on the table, leaning on both hands, "Go, deal with that, and then get some rest. We've all had a long couple of weeks, and I need my commanders at their best. Consider it an order, if you feel like you don't need the rest. I know how damn stubborn you can be, sometimes."

"I understand. Good luck in planning out your assault, Adam." He nodded, and turned to leave the tent before Adam could say anything else.

Outside, the camp itself was small, two dozen fighters and six prisoners in the center of a large circle of tents tucked against a mountain wall out of sight of Ansel. Thick trees and brush hid the tents from view as best could be hoped in such numbers, small branches and limbs hanging above by strings and laid across the tops, bushes along the tent circle naturally and with false bushes intermingled into what almost looked like a tall hedge of brush and limbs around them.

The traitors were stripped to near-nakedness, two women and four men, arms tied behind their backs and gags fixed to their mouths. A small metal brazier sat next to the camp's main fire, a pair of tongs beside it and a blade heating in the fire. "Banesaw?"

He approached the Bear-Faunus leaning against the brazier, protected from the heat by a thick leather vest, and asked, "Is everything ready?"

"Yes, but…" Banesaw shot the man a warning glance, and the man swallowed, nodding his head more firmly this time and answering in a louder voice, "Get the traitors ready. We have a long night ahead of us, it seems, so let's get started, shall we?"

When the first man was pulled forward, and he felt the blade at his antlers, he managed to just catch a glimpse of Banesaw's back as he ducked out of the camp. And the Faunus knew why he'd done that, and understood. They were a distraction for him to get away and deal with something.

That didn't help the pain when the burning started, the hot blade sawing at the base of his horns and searing the flesh, though. Not even a bit.

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True to her word, when they made it to the great hall where Salem often held her meetings, Watts was absent and the table was filled with food and drink. Tyrian stood at the far end of the table, next to the tall chair Salem always sat in, and offered a small wave, "Hello, Jaune, it has been such a long while since I saw you."

"Tyrian." He nodded, more than wary of the scorpion Faunus across from him. "It's… Yeah, it's been a minute, I guess."

Salem, of course, simply trode to her seat without paying any realmind to the tense group of teens and fighters, taking her seat and reaching for a napkin before pretending to notice their apprehension and slapping Tyrian's arm gently, "Behave, and do not aggravate our guests, Tyrian. Regardless of past… disagreements between us, you are not to so flagrantly insult and aggravate them as I am sure you would like."

"Of course, my Goddess." He murmured, sounding put off a bit but of course deferring to the Grimm Queen's words. He always did. Seeming to brighten, he gestured at the food on the table, "Venison, pork, steaks, greens from Vale, all cooked to perfection. I tried to get some fish in, but it spoiled, and-"

"You cooked?" Cinder asked suddenly, Jaune turning to look at her where the group stood. When the man answered that yes, he had indeed cooked, she was the first to move towards her seat, leaving two between herself and Salem for Jaune and Neo, before quickly explaining, "Tyrian is one of the best cooks I have ever known. It's truly remarkable, Master, please have a seat and eat."

"Quite." Salem said smiling and chuckling to herself, looking to Jaune, "We can discuss matters of import later, Jaune. For now, we've much to celebrate, and much to mourn. I understand your losses, of friends and near-family. Among my people, a feast was how we commemorated such events."

"You organized this for Roman?" Jaune asked after a moment, surprised.

"No." She answered, looking to the youngest members of the group, and the newest guests in her home. "I wished to offer a chance to commemorate all our losses. I understand your friends lost one of their own, as well. For wounds old and new alike. I felt it would be a good foot forward, so to speak."

"You…" Ruby sounded upset, but not in a way that Jaune found worrying. She sounded… he didn't know, really, and couldn't without his helmet. And that seemed wrong to him, that he couldn't even empathise with whatever she felt without his Semblance to tell him. Eventually, Ruby found the right words, "Thank you, Salem. I think we all can appreciate the gesture."

"Then please," she gestured at the table and the seats around it, smiling so warmly that for a moment even for Jaune how she looked didn't matter and she seemed… Human. "Have a seat at my table. Eat, drink, talk and relax. Tell tales of your lost family, and friends, and celebrate them with me. All of us have tales to share."

"Including you?" Jaune asked, watching his friends find their seats, Tyrian sitting on Salem's other side beside Ruby. She gave him a look and he smiled at her, drawing an awkward chuckle from the girl.

"Of course." She answered, gesturing to the seat beside her and waiting until he took it before speaking, "Customarily, after all, the host always shares their tale first while their guests eat. So, you know my name, but not much else. I hail from a place whose name no longer is known, and once served as what you might call a Huntress now. Then, I met the man you now call Ozpin… And that was the beginning of the end, for the way life was lived back then."

"I awakened my Semblance like many others of the time among my people, in a fighting pit, set into the ground and surrounded by silent onlookers.." She continued, sounding almost sadly and letting out a long breath. "In those days, only the strongest of the strong were granted the right to lead our warriors, or fight beside them. And so, after years of gruelling training two hopefuls would go into the arena and fight for it. To the death, always, in the hopes of awakening the victor's Aura naturally and their Semblance with it."

"That's monstrous. And needless as well, when one can simply awaken another's Aura for them and their Semblance will emerge eventually." Weiss offered, the ancient woman smirking at the young Schnee almost chillingly.

"Perhaps to you, now, when you have high walls and advanced technology, as well as numbers, to protect such weaklings until they can stand on their own." Salem conceded, sounding only mildly condescending as she did. "But back when I lived as you and your kind, that was very much not the case. A fighter who could not stand on their own was nothing but a danger, and could not be tolerated. The weak fell in the arena, at the blades of their fellows, where they posed no risk of dragging others under the Grimm with them."

"It makes a terrible kind of sense." Ren agreed, Nora giving him an affronted, almost disgusted look of near-reprisal. He gave her a meaningful look and explained, "I still find it wrong, but in the time… It would make sense that only the strongest got to live. A brutal and artificial form of natural selection. The weak, the ones with less proclivity to natural Aura use, don't survive and that means they don't have children of their own."

"The brutality of life." Salem agreed, nodding to him before returning her gaze to the others around the table, "The trauma of combat, the taking of life from one you know and love… Such emotional shocks can often draw out both a person's Aura and their Semblance. My Aura came in the middle of the fight. My Semblance, as I put my spear through my brother's chest."

"They made you kill your own brother?" Ruby suddenly cried, choking on some food in her mouth. Salem patiently waited for her to swallow, and she added, "That's… Messed up! Why? Why your brother?"

"My family was known to be weak. Many of us fell in the arena, and our family line waned." She explained, "It was believed, at the time, that the greater the emotional shock to a person's mind, the stronger the Semblance that would emerge. And they were right, in a sense. My Semblance cracked to life, and suddenly the silence of the Arena was filled with noise. Words, feelings, things I didn't understand… Roaring at me, into me."

"Your Semblance was the same as mine." Jaune observed quietly from beside her, feeling a pang of sympathy in spite of himself. He'd awoken to Pyrrha's thoughts and not much else, but Salem… Salem had killed her own brother, and felt everyone around her when she did it. "But I didn't need that kind of thing, mine came all on its own."

"Yes, well…" Salem sighed, reaching for her goblet and holding the silver thing out for Tyrian to fill with what had to be wine. He did so quickly, and she took a long drink before she continued, "I did say that those days, our ways weren't always correct. Belief breeds actions borne of faith rather than reason, and in this case that is what happened."

Ruby, because of course Ruby, stood and leaned over the table, laying her hand on Salem's and smiling apologetically, doing her best not to knock anything on the table over. "I'm sorry for your loss, Salem. I really am. Even if you, you know, kinda rule the Grimm now."

Salem snorted a small, surprised laugh, and laid her hand on Ruby's, "Thank you. That you would offer condolences millennia on, for a wound to what ought be seen as levied against someone you ought find evil is…" She laughed again, "A case against every problem Ozpin laid on Human nature, you are."

"What do you mean?" She asked, returning to her seat only somewhat awkwardly, trying to avoid the surprised and almost reverent look Tyrian gave her. When she reached for a roll, though, he was quick to pull the basket towards her so she could get whatever she liked, and she murmured a 'thanks'.

"Ozpin once told me that Humanity and the Faunus both could only be preserved by his methods. That they were doomed to destruction, if anyone tried to change things in a way he deemed risky. It was to him I brought the idea of using my Semblance on the Grimm." She gestured to herself with a bitter smile, "This is what I became, but I was able to control them in the end. And he sought my death for it, and for what I did with my Grimm. Preserving the races of man with a common, powerful enemy, but allowing them to prosper where they wished."

"Ozpin started the war between us." She added, sighing and then looking at each of them in turn, "But that is not the purpose of today. Of this feast. Please, young Schnee, tell a story of your own."

To Jaune, and everyone else, the night was… Surprisingly nice, given everything that had happened.

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