"See you next detention, Aunt Ruby!" Joan yelled over her shoulder as she exited the hall.
Ruby leaned on the door frame, a look of pride forever plastered on her face as she went about her favorite part of any detention; Watching her favorite team run off to their dorms. However, that look faltered ever so slightly at a sudden thought.
"Ya know," She called, "You can just come visit me in my office!"
"I never knew all that junk about my mom's arm." Liesbet tucked her arms behind her head, waiting as Uzziah struggled to unlock their dorm room door. "The fake one at least-"
"I love the part where MY mom knocked the opposing team out of the arena!" Joan cheered, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet at by the time her teammate has pushed the heavy door open.
"No, no. The best story is the gigantic food fight they had in their first year of Beacon." The blonde male sighed as he simply shook his head, walking into the room first.
"What? No!" Joan threw the snack pillow case onto the floor, leaping onto her bed, " That's the lamest story I have ever heard in the history of my life- Ever!"
"Ya know what my favorite story is?" Eli asked as he sank onto his mattress, casting a slight smirk in his partner's direction.
"The one with the Grimm-"
"No- The one where we all went to bed…" Eli bent to untie his boots, though a whack to his left shoulder sent him toppling to the floor as Joan stood over him.
"You can't be tired already! We were going to discuss our next detent-" A loan pillow cut Joan's rant short, "Right, well, whoever wants to own up to that can just shut off their alarm clock- 'cause they ain't wakin' up tomorrow."
Shrieks filled the air as students and teachers alike ran in all directions, their weapons clashing against herds of Grimm, scraping on the pavement once they missed. A tower falls somewhere in the distance and four teenagers lay helplessly on the ground.
"Save Pyrrha!" Jaune's voice sobbed desperately, heavy pants following.
"Where's Yang-" Ruby called, but her voice sounded too far away from Jaune's and too calm for them to be having a conversation together.
"Do you believe in destiny…?" This voice was different; calmed but pained.
A sudden, deep pain shoots throughout, but there's no screams this time. The cause is an arrow, but it has no origin- no explanation. Just a woman standing proudly over her kill, black hair and a red dress are morphed together into blurry blotches as tear filled eyes gaze back at her, and dying breaths exit in a choked rush around the arrow.
And then...there was nothing…
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"Eli! Eli, wake up!"
It took a moment for the nothingness- the dark and the silence- to dissolve away completely into a dorm room on the fourth floor of Beacon. A rush of warmth and weight from being awake and breathing so rapidly suddenly hurry to Elijah, and the voice that broke him from his dream suddenly has a face. A soft pain in his chest is felt next, but the pain is now nothing more than the weight of another human.
"What? Joan, what's..-" Eli groaned in a groggy tone, still easily able to push the girl off of his chest while still doing his best to sit up.
"You were mumbling something, not the I was listening to you sleep, I just sense high energy in the room and I thought you were awake-"
"No. I just- I had this weird dream...It was at Beacon, but it was being attacked or something-" Eli groaned, taking a moment to call back the rest of his dream. "There was screaming and someone was looking for Aunt Yang- and then something about destiny- and I was shot...I think."
"Ooooh! Sounds like you had one of those weird dreams like my mom gets all the time! Like this one time, she had a dream my dad and her ran a rug store!" Joan exclaimed.
"Joan, it wasn't just weird...It felt real." Eli went on, trying to remember more of it. "And there was this woman in a red dress with dark hair who I don't remember at all."
"Real? Like it happened or real like it could happen?" With that, Joan folded her legs under her, planting herself firmly in one spot for what could be a very long conversation again.
"I think that first one- I mean, Beacon was attacked once, right?" Eli asked, running his hands over his blankets. "So it's not totally impossible, right?"
Joan tapped the tip of her nose, screwing up her face before leaping over the Uzziah's bed,
"Whoa! Joan! You gotta stop with that!" The blonde groaned, making no effort to shove the girl away like Eli had.
"Hey, you know a lot of history junk, right?" Joan got right to it, poking Uzziah hard in the chest.
"Ow! Yes, why?" He groaned, still too tired to even try to string together a proper sentence.
"Beacon was attacked, right?" She asked.
"Dude...It used to house one of the four relics. If you're thinking about a specific fight then you'll have to be more specific than that." With that, Uzziah finally sat up from his bed and began to stretch out.
"No. I mean, a BIG attack- Apparently one Aunt Yang was there for and some black haired lady in a dress."
"Aunt Yang…" Uzziah echoed, sounding as though he were off in his brain, already combing for an answer.
"What about my mom?" Liesbet muttered as she sat up in her bed, having been awoken by her teammates' discussion.
"Was she ever in some big battle at the school?" Joan went on, leading an investigation that Eli hadn't asked for.
"Yeah, the one that took her arm. Weren't you list-" A wave of the other woman's hand promptly shut Liesbet up, and Joan shot back to Eli's bed.
"So...Your dream took place at the fall of Beacon!" Joan's expression suddenly became sober, her hands coming to fold in her lap.
"Yeah, so that's why it felt so real-" Eli figured, pushing into a standing position and quickly kicking at the floor, finding his boots beneath yesterday's t-shirt.
"Where are you going?' Liesbet stood as well, watching the boy.
"I want to see just how much of this dream was real." He informed his teammate.
"Right now!? In the middle of the ungodly hours!?" Uzziah exclaimed. "Where could you possibly be going…"
"Well, where do we always go when we need to find more information?" Eli asked, pulling his boots on quickly, not even taking the time to tie them.
"Aunt Ruby?" Joan guessed.
"Oh please, at this hour? We'd have a better chance of breaking into my dad's office!"
"Your dad's office, then?" Joan guessed again, despite JUST being disproven.
"No, even better; the library…"
