Ozpin looked over the forest below. The green canopy stretched beyond his eyes to the horizon, interrupted with dots of grey stone. The Emerald forest had always been and continued to be a beautiful sight. The creatures within were dangerous but it did little to detach from the beauty the woods held.
In the last month the creatures had done nothing to obscure its beauty. In the last month, they had vanished. For the first week he considered hibernation. It wasn't unheard unthinkable. Then Qrow had contacted him with the same concerns. The monsters had vanished. He took the time to confirm after Qrow's message.
The Grimm had vanished with no trace across the entire world. The forests, the desserts, and the mountains were all abandoned by their long time enemy. The only Grimm to remain was those in captivity. Most were already beginning to call it a golden age. Qrow seemed to be the only one to share his concern. Monsters did not simply vanish after spending centuries at war. Something else was at work. Something was removing or relocating the Grimm.
No matter the reasons, Ozpin's instincts said it wasn't benevolent.
The soft click of feet approaching took the headmaster back from his musings. "Hello Glynda." He turned to his friend. The woman had the same measured pace whenever she walked, as if putting on a show for the world. It bothered him she never let that drop façade around him. That was an argument for another day.
"James is here." She informed him, walking to stand just behind him. "He didn't come lightly."
It was in Ironwood's nature to show off. "Well, I suppose I should be ready to greet our guests." He turned from the forest with a sweep of his cane.
"Are you worried about the Grimm?" Glynda fell in step behind him.
"I would be foolish to not consider them a threat, even when they are missing. No. Even more so when they are in hiding. We will need to remain alert but there is no cause for panic."
"People seem to be calling this a golden age." Glynda's words echoed the information he already had. There was hope in her tone. A question hidden beneath the stamen. "It's being called a time of peace. Is there any chance that's true?"
The headmaster looked back to his long time friend. Her eyes were furrowed behind her glasses, her forehead creased in the same growing line she developed when she thought on something for too long. "I fear it is the just the calm before the storm. Whatever it is, the solution is the same. We remain calm, we remain vigilant and we ensure the safety of the world. We have many capable children under our care and if they are to be raised into an era of peace, I would not object."
Ozpin led the way back, never voicing his own concerns to the woman with him.
Author's note: So this is real short because it is more of a message from me to you. I am taking a break from this story for a time. Each new episode is playing hell with my original plans as I try to keep in somewhat cannon to the show. Between that and finical problems demanding more attention I am going to back off.
I am not canceling it, I am simply putting it on hold and waving the weekly updates. As I can and feel confident I will continue to post real chapters. I don't want to keep my deadline if it means posting chapters that are this short. So keep an eye out and I will post more, just not every week.
With that over, even though there is little here, I still would love to hear from the readers. You know, click, type, say things.
See ya