{Author notes.}
Hello everyone. Hope you are all having a wonderful day. I have a few warnings about this chapter… it implies a lot. In fact, I might turn my fic into a rated M fic just for this chapter alone because it gets dark, like really really dark for the first half, but that's only like worst case scenario. I don't think it's too bad. It's not really gory or there's a lot of cursing, but it's just… it just has some moderately dark ideas.
The next few chapters might be different as it tries to tie in this little mind adventure up. There's something I would really really like to do, so the next few chapters may have some weird story pov.
Just thought I would give you a heads up, but as soon as it is done, I'm finally going to get into the thing everybody has been waiting for and that I have been holding off for a long time.
Pyrrha woke up from her bed and was surpised to see herself fully dressed and that the time was already later in the afternoon.
'Odd, did I over sleep? But why am I dressed up?'
She got up from her bed, before noticing Jaune's scroll on the table.
'He probably left it on accident again. Oh Jaune.' The red haired girl thought before leaving the room.
Twelve year old Jared gritted his teeth as he blocked the metal staff with his wooden one. Of course the only thing that happened was that the wooden practice staff he was given shattered instantly, making the staff move on and hit him square in the side of his face and get knocked back a few feet.
He was supposed to be in the main colossuem ring in order to practice his training. Instructors were there to teach him how to fight, but something was wrong as he walked in to the large empty field. Many soldiers were gathered, and the Queen and her right hand party were watching on with amused eyes as the young boy gripped his staff tighter and walked towards the center of the field. He noticed someone else entering from a different corner, his brother, looking scared and horrified until their eyes met. Jared gave a soft smile which seemed to lessen the nervousness of the younger twin. However, when Jared turned to their instructor in the middle of the ring…
It hurt, why did it hurt so much? Wasn't this supposed to be training? Why was one of the generals here? Using better equipment, and beating both him and his brother up? They weren't teaching him anything!
"Oh come on, is that the best you got?" There was laughter that followed after that cocky voice, and sharper people swore that there was even a hint of relief in that voice.
Jared tried to stand back up, his whole world spinning, and the sounds of mocking laughter surrounded him. They only became louder and more boisterous after he was hit again, feeling his bones crack as he fell into the floor quite quickly.
This was a show, wasn't it? Did the Queen truly get tired of them already?
"Uhh…"
Jared paled. His head was spinning wildly, his vision failing, but he knew that wasn't his groans of pain.
Jason was going to die, and they were all just going to let him kill his brother easily. He was his brother; did no one but Nana and his brother care for him?
It all came so fast. Jared noticed something wrong when he was today's instructor. He was brutal, cruel, and inspired almost as much fear as the queen. And his attacks? None of them were held back. What had he done to deserve this today of all times?
"Stop it! Stop it!" Young Jared desperately cried as he threw himself again at the general not even caring about how his head was bleeding, or how weak his legs were.
"Whoops~!" He faked as he swatted the boy away. "You'll get your turn."
Jared cried as the whole world spun him around. His dad… he was a hero wasn't he? A great man destined to save this world right? His dad would save his brother! If only he could be like him—
Wait… his father…. He met his dad… now he remembered…
His dad… that 'thing' was his dad. That was what would happen to him or his brother if he dared cross the Queen.
He didn't have a choice, did he? He and his brother, they never stood a chance ever since they were born, didn't they? They lived by fear of death, yet were surrounded by prejudice, stereotypes, and racism all directed towards them. Just because of his last name. Just because of the blood in his veins keeping him alive…
"…Oh." Jared's hyperventilation just abruptly and creepily stopped. His body rose back up to his feet again, but this time like a possessed puppet.
The smiles, jeers, and laughter around the ring almost all suddenly stopped at seeing that. Velvet, who was silently disgusted at the sight, turned back to the ring when everyone suddenly stopped their mocking shouts. She was also curious how young Jared got back up so quickly after that.
The strong general noticed this and looked back with the same smirk he wore as he crushed Jason under his heel with increasing pressure. "Boy kid, you are just a glutton for punishment." He laughed.
… Then Jared laughed along with him…
They all stared. Cinder; from her seemingly unmoving spot on her throne, stirred from her seat by raising one of her brows upward with piqued curiosity.
It came to the point where only Jared was left laughing by this point, the pressure with the foot had lessened and Jason was able to look up to his brother, who was just… standing there…
"You know, I finally get it!" Jared exclaimed as he screamed almost sarcastically at his tormentor.
Something… something wasn't right. "Get what?" The general asked unsurely, gripping his blunt object carefully.
"I mean, it all just clicked in my head! I'm a complete nobody!" He laughed… he laughed and he laughed and he laughed… anybody could see that the child was even forcing himself to laugh to the point of straining himself, only stopping a few more seconds before his desperate laughs started to become mixed with his coughing.
"Well… yeah?" For once, he seemed hesitant. He honestly didn't expect a kid to go through a mental breakdown. Granted, he knew the situation but…
"Yes! I am a 'nobody'! I'm not son of a great hero, or the son of an all powerful queen! I'm just… some by product that everyone likes to pick on!" He yelled madly, stomping his foot like some child in a tantrum. But the tone of his voice wasn't growing higher pitched, rather it was becoming eerily calmer as his little mad rambling went on. "And that's how it's always going to be! You will all hate me no matter what I do! You will all try to break me, ridicule me, hurt and destroy the few things I love, just because I exist and have no power to do anything about it!"
He gasped for breath after shouting, but then he raised his head back up at the other man in the ring and smiled.
"Now that I realize that, everything makes so much more sense." Young Jared made his foot scoop up the wooden staff his brother dropped. Unlike his, this second staff was not broken. That was only for a moment before he lifted up only to break it into two. Everyone couldn't help but stare at the way the boy was looking at the jagged and sharp ends of the staff, making the blunt objects jagged and pointy. "I mean that's my life: you will all hate me for absolutely no reason till the end of time. … So why don't I just give you a reason to hate me?"
Those same red eyes… one could say the bright light in them faded that very instant those words were spoken.
He unknowingly stepped off Jason, and away from Jared. Even from the stands, they all stepped or moved away from him instinctively except her. However, she looked on with interest. Not just that, the powers she wielded, she almost felt them coming up, as if to protect her from a potential threat. Her interest was very, very piqued.
Jared took back a stance, his eyes looking fiercer and no longer holding any of that kindness from before. He held the two makeshift daggers in his hand firmly.
"Say General?" A long smile slowly appeared on the boy's face as he stared down his previous torturer.
"W-What!?" A stammer? Why did he stammer at a child?
"You always wear that Grimm Mask, don't you?" Jared stepped forward. The general took two steps back. The former slaughterer wondered why he did that towards a child of all things.
He took this seriously for once, and took his proper fighting stance. He didn't have his trusty weapons, but there was no way this kid could even touch him with the beating he was given. "Look kid—"
"I mean, you always wear that mask for some reason. I've never even see the color of your eyes if you have some. Do you even see through those small holes? Or do you just rely on your other senses?"
"What—"
The general was interrupted again. "I mean if you're not even going to use your eyes anymore… I'll just take them away!"
He gripped the shattered sticks before charging madly at him with even faster speed.
The fake instructor held no qualms about quickly using the blunt object to smash away the child once more. With blinding speed, the attack connected once more right into the side of the torso of the boy.
"Wha!?"
Jared gritted his teeth and took the blow, it made his body hurt more than it was physically capable of handling with a low aura, but he took the blow and moved only slightly from it. But that didn't stop him, he was hurt, but he moved past the pain and took advantage of that second of surprise to his enemy.
That second was all it took for Jared to stab one of shattered wooden sticks into his leg, using his own aura to pierce through his.
"GAAAH!?" The instructor cried in pain before kneeling down in response to the stab.
However, despite his arm bones breaking and failing, Jared held the other wooden stick.
The two remained in eye contact for that one moment because the instructor was kneeling down, and the broken child was rising up, gripping his jagged object.
The last thing the general saw with both of his eyes was her face on a child with bloody eyes and ash colored air.
…
They all turned away. No matter how loud the general screamed, they all saw where that last stick was heading towards. They all shielded their eyes, not just from the sight, but from the psychological lurch of losing such an important body part.
Aura protects the body. However, it looked as if it did not do well in protecting the smaller, more exposed parts of human flesh.
He gasped for breath as the one who tortured him and his brother, clenched in pain, his aura was acting up, trying to heal the wounds, trying to stop the blood. His leg would heal in time, but after today, he now has a real reason to wear that (broken) mask.
It was then, the child started to see what he had done, looking at the grown man writhing in pain who had underestimated him.
"Jason?" Jared called out, but his brother crawled away from him with even more energy than he did from the one who nearly killed him. His brother's eyes looked at him with almost fearful desperation, not the relief Young Jared had expected after saving him.
"… Jason?"
"S-Stay away from me!" He yelled louder and began to cry. He shriveled himself up in a ball and started to cry louder and louder, along with the writhing general.
His words stung, along with the pain he had received from this brutal training session.
Jared heard clapping, he slowly looked up at the sound, and saw the Queen, clapping her hands with a smile he had not seen her since the day she killed those rebels in front of him, a smile of amusement and interest.
As he looked around him once more, finally realizing that there was both his blood, and his enemy's blood splattered across most of his face, Jared realized something.
He was feeling numb.
Fifteen year old Jared slightly trotted behind the other generals leading the incursion. The white horse he was riding wasn't doing well. It looked very old compared to all the other horses. Not only that, this one looked like it was tortured until its spirit broke.
S-Stay away from me!
The teenager kindly caressed the horse he was riding while silently and mentally apologizing for everything that happened to it. The young boy did not know at that time that this horse he was riding at that very moment once belonged to the last of the Maidens.
He lagged behind the tanks and armed vehicle surrounding him, ready to wipe another rebel cell located around another old abandoned city in the outer border walls. He was the only one out in the open with nothing but the clothes on his back and this old and weary horse.
Jared sighed and recalled his last conversation before being sent to his first incursion.
"It would be quite the shame to your servant wench and your brother if you were to fail in suppressing these… zealots."
That was a thinly veiled threat that meant that Jason and Nana would suffer if he failed to put down this cell with both Supreme General Emerald and Mercury. Even if those two wanted nothing to do with Jared anymore ever since that day… he still wanted to protect them. They didn't deserve anything horrible to happen to them.
Suddenly, the horse Jared was riding on stopped, and made motions to almost turn back the other way, if not for Jared quickly trying to calm the creature. The young fallen prince knew something was wrong, but the horse would go no further to follow up after the armed vehicles.
"…" The purple robed child got off the horse, bringing with him a simple sword, shield, and pistol to his person before removing the saddle on the horse.
The young teenager placed a gentle hand on the horse. "You can go now. Be free, and get far away from here as possible."
The horse looked back at him. But it didn't move. Jared hugged the horse into a tight and envious hug, not for the horse, but for himself. Maybe this would be the last ounce of kind warmth he would have in a very long time.
Then in the distance, explosion and gunfire went off.
Jared broke his embrace with another sad look at the horse. "Thank you, for carrying me."
He gave a weak smile before running after the excursion group.
The horse simply stared as the boy ran towards the raging battlefield.
Jared had been trained on how to fight though to be honest, he really didn't expect much of a fight with how much fire power they had under their belt.
As he kept running past the armed tanks that were now blasting away from the distance, something caught his eye near the edge: someone he didn't recognize was making a mad beeline past their outer defenses.
Odd, he that rebel wasn't even trying to be stealthy…
Within the time of a heartbeat, Jared pointed his pistol and fired, hitting the enemy soldier right in the heel and causing the man to yelp and fall. That must have been an enemy scout trying to escape.
Jared quickly made his way towards his victim and readied his blade. It was an old but complex weapon, called Miló that had the ability to turn into a javelin, sword, and gun. However, he couldn't use the gun function because that required Dust. He didn't have much preference in using Dust to increase the power of bullets. That and he didn't want to risk this old gun function jamming. It was hard enough to figure this weapon's transformation sequence by himself.
Regardless, the boy walked up to his victim, readying for a fight.
"W-Wait! Please! Have mercy!"
The boy blinked as he looked back at the rebel clutching his ankle. He looked worse for wear.
"L-look! I-I'm not part of the rebels anymore! I don't want to be part of the fighting, just let me go!"
Jared stared at him one more time, their eyes met and he truly wondered if he could just let this man go just like he did with the horse.
Shwick!
"… Sorry," He swung the blade as some of the blood splattered towards the dry pavement. "But unlike horses, I'm not allowed to show mercy to people."
There really wasn't much need for him to be here as he expected. Aside from picking off stragglers that tried to run for it, Jared didn't partake in the main battle at all as the excursion force steamrolled their way into this rebel base, nearby an old abandoned meat factory.
High Generals Black and Sustrai pretty much had their leaders all tied up and ready to be executed.
"There you are you brat." High General Sustrai spat out. "What the hell were you thinking missing out on the front lines like that? We lost some good robots because of you!"
Jared said nothing, and looked towards the captured rebel leaders. There always seemed to be a group of rebels, but he honestly didn't recognize any high level criminal among them. But as soon as he turned to them, he noticed their stares toward him, the fury and hatred coming from them was palpable. They knew who he was, and if they were not tied up, they wouldn't have hesitated to beat him to death.
"Well then," High General Black smiled mockingly at his captured opponents. "Now let's not forget about you guys. After all, this is all about you!"
Suddenly, the rebels, despite being injured, beaten, and near death, they all smiled and started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Genral Sustrai folded her arms in a very unamused manner.
"You really thought we were only one cell?" A female commander taunted smugly.
Suddenly, a call went through to the High Generals' scrolls.
They both quickly looked through, and found out that their outlying bases nearby had been attack and raided.
Their specific incursion group was now cut off from all sides.
"And now to kill three of the Queen's most prominent figures! This will be the day your sins will be judged for everyone you—" The woman was shut up as General Sustrai kicked her, but that did nothing to stop her smile and the look of victory in all of their faces.
"How long until reinforcements?" General Black asked.
"Dammit! They cut off—they're jamming our communication!" General Sustrai cursed.
Jared thought to himself for a bit. They were going to die? They had just been a distraction as their other forces took over their outlying bases and cut us off from the rest of the troops.
Was this it? He was just going to die here from the weapons of the rebels?
Did this mean that Nana and Jason would die as well as him?
S-Stay away from me!
No, please. They didn't deserve that…
The young prince's mind went back to the Queen on the night he witnessed her atop a pile of corpses…
Some of the other commanders started smiling and shouting out what they believed in. "This is vengeance! For all the people you've killed, we are their voice! For everyone suffering, will always rise to save them! No more will people cry and starve! One day, we will all be the ones to free them and feed them!"
"Then why not feed them now?"
Everyone became deathly silent as they looked towards Jared, an impassive and unreadable face written on him.
"What was that, you Sp—"
Jared ignored them and looked to some Atlas Dreadnaught Terminators nearby. "You five scan the factory base. See if you can find any meat grinders and get them start working again."
The powerful robots complied at the command, and went off.
"Meat grinders?" General Black looked to his fellow general who only shrugged in confusion.
"You," Jared pointed to another robot. "Deactivate all our radio jammers. We're going to use the rebel's radio."
"It won't work!" A rebel screamed passionately. "We thought of that beforehand, so even with our towers, you won't be able to call for help from your ()ckers!"
"Good. This message is for your rebel friends, not our allies." Jared quickly said before making his way towards the factory.
The two High generals looked over to the boy, before looking back at the confused and almost fearful face on all the rebel commanders.
"OK, either he's gone off the deep end… or there really is her blood in his veins." The male general mused.
"If it's the latter," The female general looked over to the rebels with a victorious smirk. "I almost feel sorry for you. Almost."
"Attention all Rebels, this is being broadcasted on an open channel to all receiving this communication. My name is Jared Fall, and I would like to say… you are all right with every word you are saying."
Some of the Rebels preparing the stolen dust planes and tanks looked at each other confusingly as the broadcast echoed throughout their communication.
"No I mean, I get it. Every time you see your people suffer and starve, you look to us to help, and we have done nothing but fail you. As a representative of our great empire, it saddens me to how much we have overlooked such an important part of our society."
"The hell is wrong with this kid?" One rebel asked. "Is this some kind of twisted way of surrendering, because we are going to torture that bast—"
"Which is why, right now, of this very moment! We will help you in making sure that everyone becomes fully clothed and eats to their hearts content. PUSH THEM NEAR THE EDGE!"
"Uhh… what did he just say?" They all paused. Something told them this wasn't a surrender monologue anymore.
Over their communication rings, they heard muffled screaming and wailing, some people recognized those voices as some of the commanding officers who had bravely posed as distractions.
"Allow me to say that we all can work together. We can make sure that everyone lives with clothes on their backs and give food for the weary…
You sick **ck! What the hell are you putting us up here for!?"
That second voice sounded like one of their own, they sounded scared. They knew the risks, what would happen as the bait team, but why were they so scared if they were proud to sacrifice themselves to the greater good?
"Why, isn't it obvious? For too long, people have suffered under the empire due to problems in resource sharing, Rebels have risen due to such insecurity, and everyone suffers more and more each day because of our fighting. I mean, what happens when we kill one another? Our corpses are just lunch for the vultures and maggots… but what if they weren't anymore?"
"… What if they weren't what anymore?" One rebel slowly spoke out.
"I propose a plan for all noble Rebels. If you wish, rebel and join terrorist organizations to your heart's content! Cause chaos and anarchy how so ever you wish! By doing so, you will help everyone live better lives! Like these people… ACTIVATE THE MEAT GRINDERS!"
"Did he just say—" Every single rebel stopped what they were doing as they heard their allies scream and beg as sudden loud engine roars came to life across all their communication devices.
But no matter how loud the fast moving metals were, they would always remember the amplified and terror filled screams of their teammates as metal met with flesh.
They all gawked, frozen with complete shock… wasn't… wasn't he just a kid?
"… N-N-Now the-then… Erhm! … As I was… saying… this will forever be our deal. To those who choose to rebel, we will no longer hunt you down like dogs, choosing to kill you without a moment's notice, instead we will capture all these wonderful 'volunteers' and gladly accept their passion to be used as food for their people's starving stomachs."
…
…
The rebels all stared at all of their Communication devices with deafening silence.
"Well then? Come on rebels, it's your turn to sacrifice for your starving people. They're waiting."
That day, the rebel forces were too afraid and indecisive to attack the estranged incursion group of the High Generals and the Fallen Prince. They were outnumbered, out gunned, but that little show that they had just witness sapped all of their motivation and courage.
With their loss of courage, and their growing in fighting, the Grimm quickly swarmed to the mass of fear and anxiety towards the base the Rebels had captured.
Their indecision and procrastination, lead for reinforcements of the High Generals to arrive on time and slaughter the rebel cells out of their base, if the Grimm had not already decimated their numbers.
That day, riots dropped; that day, more rebel forces stopped; that day, hope died faster than any day the empire rose.
All because one boy was so afraid to die.
… Why?
Two years later…
Jason no longer even looks at him anymore as well as Nana. They don't even call him by his name. Monty! The Prince has literally never seen them ever since the day he came back from the Incursion. Since ShadowCast Castle—the prison he always lived in that was called his home—was such a huge place, it wouldn't surprise him if they never saw each other again no matter how many places he explored by himself.
On the few days he was brave enough, he would ask the Queen where his brother was, and she would simply answer back that he has retreated into his studies and did not want to be disturbed. He knew she was lying, but he assumed that she wouldn't hurt him…
She gave him her word after all.
So the Fallen Prince has all but given up in them ever forgiving him. He looked back on that day, on that day it was either his survival, or theirs, and he picked his own.
S-Stay away from me!
He knew how much he lived in his Queen's shadow, her power, under her finger in utter fear. He had a taste of using that fear as power; when General Taurus went 'out of line' in the child's training program. Then he used it once more in his first incursion, showing the gripping fear he has lived under all his life and unleashing them on others.
However, in doing so, he estranged himself from any potential friends he would have had, making everyone fear him as the next—dare they say it?—King. Unlikely, but none the less, everyone feared him.
This was his seventeenth birthday; the Queen had asked him if there was anything her prince desired. The Prince didn't want much, just to go alone on a horseback ride around the city. The Queen was quite surprised he would suggest such a thing without guards. The Prince secretly didn't care, but he addressed that he simply wanted to see life around the empire without formalities of a prince. And if someone even tried to harm him, well they would have much to answer for.
The Queen allowed him this, and Prince went on his way with his own disguise. However, he did notice one thing in particular. The Queen did nothing to note his brother, Jason's existence. Perhaps that was for the best. It was best for his brother to remain human and innocent, while he became the monster.
Using a new horse that he had to keep ever since he 'lost' his first one, The Prince silently rode on horseback across the higher neighborhoods of the empire, the false, towers that pierced the sky, the amount of people smiling and enjoying themselves as others had to eat… leftovers… in order to survive. He had made that rule hadn't he? When the Queen smiled so elatedly at hearing what he had compromised, she actually made it a rule. Now people in the slums had two options: Starve to death, or eat your friends foolish enough to defy us.
The Prince shivered; he gripped his horse's reigns tightly. He thought back to that day—the day he thought that he could inspire fear into them. He was right, he scared all of them especially himself.
When he saw them all falling down to their deaths, they all looked at him, disbelief in their eyes. The eyes of the people who leered at him, who hated him… the moment before they all died, they all looked scared.
Just as scared as he was.
One of them, the woman who had somehow freed herself from her gag had the most piercing look of all.
As they all fell to their deaths, she and Jared shared looks, she saw Jared's eyes widen, become struck with fear and regret. And for one instant, he became afraid for them.
She saw this, and before the first person fell, she whispered only one word.
"… Why?"
He could no longer look at the whole ordeal.
Then there was another ghost to haunt the boy in his sleep.
His broadcast was audio only. No one saw him actually look away before the first person fell into the blades. No one saw him hyperventilate and try to force himself back into the persona he faked when he first started the broadcast. They were all just as shocked as he was. He wasn't expecting the actual results to be so… gory… so vivid. He did not think that plan through.
Not a day goes by when he sees those eyes of disbelief in his dreams, as if asking why he could do such a thing. He saw their faces every time he closed his eyes, heard their muffled screams and wails as the metal tore their flesh like paper, and what did he do? In all of his dreams, he just looked away. He wishes it never had to be.
On his worst nights, he sees his brother and Nanny being shoved into that meat grinder. He does his best to suppress any memory of what they had told him on those dark nightmares.
He wondered: how far he could go for a day, if he just kept going and never looked back?
The Prince found himself reaching the border, the divide between those who sided with her, and those who were on the opposite side. He stared at the ruined cities that once stood proudly along with other… and as he looked to the clear blue skies, he wondered.
What was it like so long ago? A time when there were four kingdoms and not one empire? What was the past like? A better world? Or a worse one?
What was his father like before he became that?
"Sometimes I wish… I could go back and meet them…"
The boy sighed deeply.
"… The stars are blind my love…"
The prince quickly felt a sharp pain in his left eye and quickly covered it. "The heck? What—what was that?"
"Everyone has to fall…"
He shook his head hard to stop whatever it was he was feeling. It was as if something was calling to him specifically. Though he couldn't help but feel like he knows this odd pain in his eye. It's like he forgot something really overlooked.
Jared stopped for a second. For some reason, he had this overbearing feeling to go back, go back right now towards the Shadowcast Castle. Something was very wrong.
It was at this point his horse suddenly kicked off and whined wildly.
The young prince tried to calm this horse down, but then he felt nothing but darkness.
He felt pain among the darkness, signaling that he was still alive unfortunately. He slowly opened his eyes.
He wasn't expecting to see the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on.
'Funny, I didn't think there were angels in hell.' He somberly joked to himself before finding himself tied up and placed somewhere in the middle of a forest.
The girl wearing a full body cloak stopped pacing around and held a familiar grenade launcher with her before pointing it right in front of the Prince's face.
"Y-You! You're The Prince aren't you?!" She sounded nervous. Weird, he was unarmed and she had all the power in this situation—then again, by even kidnapping the prince, you pretty much just sign away your life.
Despite being tied up, he said nothing, just staring at her gorgeous magenta eyes that were looking into his dead and dull crimson ones that were hiding behind fake green contacts.
"C-Come on say something! I risked a lot to get to you!" She removed the grenade launcher by turning it into a hammer—now that he looked at it. That weapon looked old. Did it belong to someone older than her? "Oh Monty! What was I thinking?! Uncle Neptune is going to kill me…"
Odd, she kidnapped the implied crowned prince of death and she cares more about her Uncle killing her than the Queen?
"What exactly are you trying to pull here?" The monster asked the girl with genuine curiosity.
The girl stopped her frantic pacing, before looking at him with a look of realization. She first motioned to herself, "I'm trying to save the world, and you're the key to it!" She then pointed to him easily.
Was this girl a lunatic or something? "You do realize who you are talking to right?" Him? Save the world? He couldn't even save himself without forcing someone else under the bus. (He literally had to do that once.)
The girl with black hair with pink streaks huffed. "Look! My Semblance just gives me the darn visions! It's not my fault they all tell me you're the key to changing this darn world!"
"Visions?" The monster repeated with curiosity.
"Yeah, my Semblance is some kind of Clairvoyance. I can see into the future and sometimes to the past. I've helped a lot of people with it." She said rather proudly.
"And you're telling me all this because?" If she was trying to kill him or even keep him as a hostage, she was doing a rather lack luster job.
She sighed and looked back at him sadly. "Look… I… my semblance is a little weird. I can't really control it as much as I want to, and it activates randomly whenever I go to sleep. Sometimes, I can see the past when I go to sleep, and it's about how everything was better and while it was hard, people were happier."
There was a pang in his chest, as he recalled all the wonderful stories his Nana once told him when he and his brother were still on good terms. "… I envy you, I really do."
The girl continued on. "And… well, recently, after you made your whole… you know… I've been having more visions of you. Of us."
The boy raised his brow as the girl suddenly blushed red.
"N-Not in that way! Oh Monty no!"
"What do you mean, 'in that way'? So the visions included you and me, what else could it be?"
"Y-You don't?" For one second the girl stops and her eyes glowed. It vanished as quickly as it came. "… You're actually oblivious aren't you?"
"To what?" He felt the ropes starting to chafe. He simply assumed that the glowing eyes were part of her semblance she just described.
"Th-That's not important! What is important is that you have to save the world! Somehow…"
The prince gave her a look. "Is there a possibility that your semblance has driven you off the deep end? Because seriously, do you realize who you are talking to right now?"
Like a child, the girl huffed again, clearly ignoring how she kidnapped one of the most dangerous people in Remnant. "Of course I know who you are! You're Jared Arc, son of Jaune Arc, my mother and father's leader and best friend."
That caught his attention. "H-How did…" He hasn't used that name in years. How did she know about that name he was once so proud to wear? It wasn't even known outside him, Nana, and his brother.
"I told you, my semblance is Clairvoyance. So I know things I probably shouldn't know. … I'm sorry about your brother. You were just trying to protect him." She said honestly.
Thoughts raced in the prince's mind as he looked at this girl with utter disbelief. Her semblance allowed her to know what went on with his life? And now it was telling her, he was somehow supposed to save it?
"Who are you?" For the first time in a while light was coming back to those dull red eyes of his.
She smiled at him, a genuine smile that made him feel—for the first time in who knows how long—relieved.
"My name is Xia Ren. Nice to finally meet you, J!"
This was how their world would end.
Karteleo martenek… (I recall…)
Srxys beadanda forlum jalosanan… (As I regain my mind, my talons sharpen…)
Nox caivreito… (My wings spread…)
Von do kuln. (My blood boils.)
**** Efix baldianonda! Hoku Lamanarsha! (I am ***! This day, I fulfill my blood vow!)
Boracksas vandianada neldium DAGARUD! (And no more shall be the Bloodline of Dagarud!)
{Author Notes.}
One: Sorry for the continuing chapter of the memory, but on the bright side, I have great news! The next chapter will actually come very soon! Before Sunday, Feb 7 2016 for sure! (Fingers crossed if Life doesn't screw me over this weekend.) You see, this chapter was actually written very long, but the first half and the second half really really didn't look like they fit being together.
So luckily for you guys, you get two chapters this week, tying up this part of the Arc—dang it that joke is too easy!—before we can get up to what Jaune and the others are doing. I really wanted to focus on this one first.
{Review Response}
Jazzatron chapter 16 . Jan 25: I admit, that I haven't gotten to the romantic parts of this story that I want. But that's mostly because I can't really find a place to fit it. But soon, I assure you there will be more focus on romance.
dracohalo117 chapter 25 . Jan 18: Hmm I might have made a mistake somewhere, but technically speaking: Jared Arc's memories are split into six. Six different alternate timelines where he was born under and lived under different circumstances.
In the other futures, Jared shares his blood with a different mother. As of right now… he would like to avoid taking blood tests if they involve him revealing he has the same blood as his father and whoever his mother is.
Chaoticchains chapter 25 . Jan 18: Well… I'm getting to that…
Frnkflo228 chapter 25 . Jan 17: Thank you for the kind words, there's one dark hurdle I'm going to pull off though…
Guest chapter 12 . Jan 17: Really? Well, I did make it vague on purpose… huh…
Perplexing Perplexity chapter 25 . Jan 16: Clever girl.
Benthino chapter 25 . Jan 16: Kod…napped? … What?
snakeboy33 chapter 25 . Jan 16: She's planning to give Fire Lord Ozai a run for his money.
ShadowKnight49 Productions chapter 25 . Jan 16: Huh really? They make the funniest FF to me.
RPGPersona chapter 25 . Jan 16: Soon, my friend, very soon.
{League of Remnant!}
In this premise, some of our lovely cast of RWBY gets paired up with a random Champion from League of Legends. Why? Because for some reason, I haven't played DOTA yet because my toaster of a laptop can't handle more than one game download. And I don't mind the league community (I don't play ranked, so that might factor into the fact I can never reach elo hell).
Today's skit…
Professor Port and Braum switch places for a day.
"Now let us start the teaching!" Professor Braum spoke as he stood in front of many people. "So what do children want to learn from me today?"
"Umm?" Weiss Schnee raised her hand, and was one of the few people not staring at Braum's manly mustache. "… Professor," She sighed. "Braum?"
"Yes pale skinned lady?"
Ruby Rose giggled before shutting herself up at Weiss glare.
Weiss looked back at the substitute teacher. "How exactly are we supposed to learn about Grimm?"
"Oh, not to worry, Snow Lady, let me teach you all a little secret in winning your battles. Drink many Goat Milk so bones become strong!" He flexed his massive muscles.
"Whoo yeah! Go milk!" Ruby cheered.
"Oh this is going to be a terrible class, I can tell." Weiss muttered under her breath.
"Now then, fighting is only one skill in life. One must also learn how to enjoy it! Here to help me on today's lesson are my valuable friends. They owe me a few favors." Professor Braum brought up a large box before opening it up.
Out of the box jumped out a multitude of tiny white furry creatures that danced around and out towards the class room and towards the students.
They looked like ball of fur with huge eyes and small ram horns. One of the creatures stood and landed in front of Ruby and both their eyes locked with one another.
"OHMYGOSHYOU'RESOCUTE!" She quickly grabbed and cuddled the creature in her arms.
"Cute?!" Weiss looked around frantically as the creatures swarmed the room. "What so cute about an infesta—" Another one of these small creatures walked towards Weiss this one was wearing a little wizard hat and cape.
Like magic, she too was enamored by the tiny creatures.
After the initial chaos settled down, the entire class had their own personal little creature in their care.
"Professor?" Pyrrha asked as she stroked the head of her chocolate colored creature. "W-What are these?"
"Why they are Poros! Very good for soul they are. Careful with snacks because they eat like hungry ox!" Professor Braum laughed.
"Yeah, but how it this supposed to help us against the Grimm?" Jaune Arc motioned to his Poro, a blue one that was salivating quite a lot.
"Muscles are one thing, brain and good head, another," Braum went closer to Ruby's desk and her poro jumped out of the little girl's arms and towards Braum. The Champion laughed wholeheartedly at the creature before quickly placing his hand over him and somehow giving him a mustache.
He put the little one back towards Ruby and she and her team started laughing at it.
Braum spoke in an honest voice. "But the Heart is the strongest muscle! If you want to beat enemies, you make many and good friends. That way, you have their backs, and they have yours. Hasn't failed me yet!" He winked once before laughing a hearty and legendary laugh.
Yang whispered over to Blake. "Professor Port should get sick more often."
{Author Notes}
I do like League. I admit the community/fandom could do better. But I am always a fan of the game play. When I wrote this little short, I was panning to put a little more interactions between different champions and the cast of RWBY.
Maybe in the next chapter, we'll see a different Champion. Anywho, I appreciate you guys actually liking this story. I really am humbled for all the support you guys give. See ya soon.