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(Thoughts)

"Speech"

Character Sheet / System Text

"Tvs, Radios, Texts, and newspapers…"

Warning: This story is my first and English is not my first language.

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I'm just about done with life considering how it's going right now.

My entire life has been a rollercoaster of clusterfucks and annoyances, all the way from his birth, to whatever forest in Cidia this is. Or at least I hope to me I'm still in Cidia, last thing I remember was when I and the rest of my group were looking through my half Dragon half Dragonborn friend's temple he woke up in after a 3000 year long nap in stasis. I still cannot understand why saying something like this is considered normal in my book these days. My entire group of adventurers have the most inhumane standards, not that any of us are actually human anyways.

I, Aurous Revi, am an Aarakocra, or at least I was. Why my body is currently completely human, aside from the two silvery wings currently on my back, I have no idea.

I cannot believe that all of my feathers are gone, I've probably spent more time on making sure my feathers were beautiful and shiny than I actually spent sleeping. I had a half-mind to just blow everything around me in anger.

I placed a hand on my head, feeling the hair and the unfamiliar texture and touch...

Before I promptly realized that part of that may be because I'm actually using a hand and not a talon-claw thing that I used to have…

I'm gonna take a while to get used to this.

I looked at the rest of my body, tanned skin that was most probably related to the desert that was my old home in Kaashir, silver white hair that reflected light just as the moon did, and what I could only assume to be green eyes, as I couldn't see them right now.

I'm sure Raven's gonna shit on my state right now so hard once she sees me like this.

After all I did make sure to make fun of all of my friends for having normal hands with no feathers and not being able to fly, the inferior creatures that they are.

Friends… That's what they were to him. I did not say it to them outright as I felt (embarrassed) appalled about calling them such. From when I was just a whelp of 5 years old, all of the other children never really talked to me that much. Whether it was because of my larger size, moon silver feathers, or my particular obsession with Achiyala, Winged-beast of the sky.

Snapping back from my inner-monologuing as I still don't know where the heck I am at the moment, I take a look around the area in an attempt to recognize anything.

The forest around me is unfamiliar, especially as it is still green and full of life despite it supposedly being winter last time I checked.

Works for me anyway, the cold does not do well for my feathers, the remaining ones at least.

I mentally cry for a split-second before composing myself again.

I suppose it shouldn't be much of a problem. I am the fastest member of my group, being able to go at hundreds of feet per second when flying, making it so I could go through the entire continent in mere days.

Something I once did just to spite my friends who told me I couldn't.

Take that you inferior idiots. Bow to your leviathan. Or Phoenix or something.

I raise my head towards the moon, hopefully so that I could make out the time and get out of this pla-

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"What…?"

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The moon… is broken.

I stare towards the moon for god knows how long, unable to break from my confused stupor as I try to understand what the hell is going on.

It's impossible for the moon to have been destroyed in a couple hours while I was asleep, how?

I begin panicking as I think about what my friends are doing and how safe they are at the moment.

I am snapped out of my stupor when I hear a growl directed at me from the forest.

I turn my head towards the growl to find a werewolf-like creature, with red eyes and dark, black fur glaring at me hatefully as it approaches me slowly, like a predator moving towards Prey.

Now, I'm not the easiest to get angered. If I had to pick a sin to describe myself with, it'd most definitely be pride, and oh boy is my pride acting up when I see such a weak and pathetic beast approaching me as if I was mere prey.

I flap my wings once and swiftly take to the sky, the unfamiliar feeling of wind on my skin briefly distracting me from the enemy, before I zoned in on the CR 2 Beowulf that had been approaching me earlier. The challenge rating of the creature makes me scoff as I frown.

"It's not even as strong as the displacer beast that had ambushed me and the group back when we were only level 3s." I mutter as my pride continues being upset over the weakness of such a beast, and how it had the gall to approach someone as powerful as me as if I were prey.

I begin recalling the multi-tailed black beast briefly, comparing it to the Grimm as I began channeling my Aerokinesis as little sparks of lightning were released from my body. With a small battle cry, which did not at all hurt my throat because of the different vocal cords, 3 spears of wind, supercharged with lightning were launched at the Beowulf.

The Beowulf almost seemed shocked (ehe) at the spears as it attempted to dodge helplessly, though it was all for naught as it got skewered, then electrocuted by the attacks. The corpse of the Grimm fell to the ground as it dissipated into air and I looked at it in shock.

Once it had died, I had felt a wave of complex dark magic leave its body and enter the atmosphere.

Now, I'm not one to judge people for magic they use, race, or beliefs, however even I find it disgraceful that someone would make a creature like that and let it run wild, attacking random people for no reason.

I pause, at least I believe it to be for no reason. I've traveled the entire world before in my quest to gain power and defeat Achiyalla, and have never seen this type of creature before.

Or at least… I traveled MY entire world.

I am not a fool. The moon could not have been destroyed in a day without me noticing something wrong or at least picking up some remnant magic from the moon.

I am in a different world. A concept not unfamiliar to me, however still insane despite all that I have seen in my life.

When I was first picked up by the wind monks after they had seen That I have naturally awakened their windfist style (and what I believed to be my Aerokinesis) with a lot more power and versatility to it than their own, they had taken me to a separate world with a time dilation of 1 month being 1 year. I was able to ascend from Druid to my current class, Lord of the Sky using this training time in that world. This class was one that no one else in the world had to my knowledge.

Though that was a completely different scenario.

That other world was merely a dimension the wind monks inhabited. I was not in a different dimension, a quick spell assured me of that right away.

I was in a new world, alone, away from all of my friends and family, and I was terrified that I could perhaps not return. Stuck with all of these new creatures with no information.

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Knowing all of this though…

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Why was I so excited?

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Away from my old world where I had to be careful everyday because of all of the dangers known to me, all of the enemies I made, the damned Vir Sullo. Stupid Lich undead that could not stay down no matter how many times he is stabbed in his heart.

I surely hope no one else in this world has that type of immortality.

Despite my infinite wisdom and intelligence, I much prefer to stab things now and think never. Things that do not stay down when stabbed are very annoying to deal with.

I look around the forest as the 'Beowulf' finally dissipates and begins my new adventure in this world.

Now, where can a half-bird find himself some fish?

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Meanwhile, inside of a wizard's tower in Beacon, Ozpin.

A middle-aged man with white hair and soft brown eyes with a hint of fatigue in them is standing in front of the window in his office with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Today was a great day. I think to myself as I gaze outside at the city of Vale.

The new selection of teams that were chosen today looked promising, with many of them being great candidates to fight off the Grimm in the near future, my eternal quest and mission.

One team I especially am looking forward to seeing is team CFVY, Coffee.

Believe it or not this team's name was not chosen by me, but by the only other person in beacon with a coffee obsession bigger than mine.

Though that does not mean I did not enjoy Glynda's look of exasperation once the name of the team was announced.

Truly, anything related to coffee will most likely cause Glynda to snap after all of these years of argument over Coffee or Tea.

I continued sipping some of the coffee I had snuck into my office without Glynda's knowledge, rare beans that would cost a hefty sum of lien here in Vale just to get a cup worth of.

When suddenly, I felt it, the sensation that I had not felt in centuries and came so powerful that it made me lose all of my other senses, making me drop my favorite coffee cup as it shattered on the ground and Glynda entered my office in a panic at the sound.

The only thing I could say as I stared outside at the Silver Remnant of the moon.

"Magic…"

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At the Grimmlands, Castle of the Grimm queen, Salem.

The Grimm Queen was staring at her Grimm from her bedroom's balcony as she watched them enter and leave her domain, furthering her goal of collecting all of the Relics, and finally defeating her old lover, Ozma. The fool.

Her subordinates were working as planned, Cinder was currently working on locating the Fall Maiden, once she does, my newest Grimm bug should allow her to take the power of the maiden for herself, removing those pesky powers Ozma gave those girls from the equation, relieving me of annoyances older than even the girl herself. Removing the power from their side and adding it to mine will go a long way so that the fall of Beacon can go through successfully, and I can get my hands on the relic.

Lionheart, the fool and coward that he is, has been a very useful pawn in spying on Ozma's newest plans and agents.

What Ozma was thinking of letting that coward become the headmaster and giving him so much power I will never know.

Though it is a very convenient thing that I will take advantage of for as long as I can, I mused.

As I was leaving my balcony, thinking about either working on making a new Grimm, or cursing Ozma in my head for hours to pass time, I felt it.

A surge of magical power had suddenly appeared somewhere in Vale, reaching levels of energy that could perhaps match me at some point in the past in terms of quantity.

I had no idea what that fool Ozma, or Ozpin as they call him nowadays is doing, however the chance that this could be where the Fall Maiden is hiding is too great.

I sent out an immediate order for Cinder and her lackeys to go investigate the area. Before I began instructing the Grimm near that location to look for whatever caused it.

"Let's see what we can find hiding here…"

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Wooo yay first chapter over.

This is my first ever book so please let me know what I can do and change so that I can hopefully finish this story without ultra mega fuck-ups that could've been prevented if I had more braincells than I had fingers.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter at least!