On the meta-physical plane of Remnant # 03032014, within the throne room of Fate

"Fate Weaver… I come with grave news… One of the Progenitors, Lord Oum has fallen… Remnant Prime has been frozen!"

The news had struck deep into my heart. The Progenitors were strong and mighty, death couldn't have taken any one of them, it was way too soon.

"Hold the line. I won't believe it unless I see it with my own eyes."

"But honored one, you have not reco-"

"SILENCE! I know myself well enough and I can make this voyage… I will be back."

"…"

"This is something that we as fate weavers must do."

"I understand, we will hold the line."

"You have my thanks Captain. I shall depart now."

I swiftly raised my arm and tore a rift in space which would directly transport me to Remnant Prime. As much as my mind tries to find reason that this was all a farce, a lie… my heart knew better.

The Journey was quite taxing, jumping realities can take a great deal out of fate weavers but more so due to earlier grievous injuries. Once I had gathered my mind, my heart stopped for but a moment at the sight that had greeted me.

"…."

Stillness.

Time in Remnant Prime had ceased, from the clouds and the birds in the sky, to even the minutest particles in the wind. The silence was unnerving, maddening even.

I quickly made haste to the Palace of Origins, which is located floating above the towering heights of beacon academy. There is a gateway in which we weavers of fate can visit, if it were in our power to simply go there directly, we would. But we are mere visitors, spectators, simple shades as we cannot interact or meddle with anything in another reality as we simply have no control and we normally have no wish to do so.

As I made my approach, I feel the existence of other fate weavers converging to the palace, we cannot see nor hear each other but we each other's presence as we seek to see with our own eyes, a truth we hoped was a lie.

Past the gateway, into the grand halls, I like so many others who knew before me swiftly made it to the sanctum where thousands upon thousands of fate weavers, were forced to adhere to the reality.

There laid upon a casket of the purest crystal lay Lord Monty Oum, with a peaceful expression on his face as his fellow Progenitors mourns his passing.

I can feel the existence of few fellow fate weavers flicker in and out...weakening as others simply faded away. Whilst others flared with rage and indignation, some merely lingered as still as the world of Remnant Prime itself.

I gently placed a hand on top of where my heart was gently beating and simply laid words to the wind whilst knowing no one would hear, I hoped dearly with all my might that those who have been left behind would at least feel.

"Thank you… If only there were more words fitting, that I could present that could encapsulate the feelings of gratitude that I hold for everything you and your family has done. How your creations live through me and many others as we bring life to them and the joy of knowing you through your works, even if it was just a little. I cannot speak for the others, but know that your works have touched me deeply and I will never forget."

After saying my piece, I simply turned around and made my exit. I felt others too made their way to their respective realities whilst others chose to stay. I made my way down and found myself wandering Beacon academy, and there I saw teams RWBY and JNPR, playing and goofing off in the background. Their figures halted but the emotions on their faces knew they were having the time of their lives.

I decided to sit down on the grass trying to decipher what they were up to.

Yang was running away from Weiss with a silly grin on her face. There is no doubt in my mind she went and pissed her off again.

Ruby was playing tag with Nora using their weapons, the recoil I suppose making the game a lot more fun, though the flying chunks of dirt and destruction brought about by Magnhild would probably give the maintenance staff a headache.

Jaune, Pyrrha, and Ren were just relaxing at the bottom of a tree, laughing at their friends antics, while Blake was reading her book again while perched on one of the branches.

I found myself breathing deeply and said to no one in particular,

"I don't know if this stillness will ever come to pass, I can only hope that it does. If the time comes that this world will move once again, know that I will come to watch you all fondly live out the lives as the progenitors intend. Till then farewell for now, as I have to take care of the you that is not you, existences so fundamentally similar, yet different at the same time. A good day to you teams RWBY and JNPR"

I swiftly walked out of beacon and once I had reached the outskirts of vale where I had originally entered, I took one more glance at the Palace of Origins before walking through the rift.

" We fate weavers only have control over our own reality, but even if I did have the power to alter fate in the origin, to turn back the clock, I would choose not to.

For to do so would be to make a mockery of your achievements

This was a world created with you and your companion's hopes and dreams, you moved forward, with blood, sweat and tears. You became a beacon of light for many and will be sorely missed.

Rest well Monty Oum, though the body is frail… an Idea is eternal."