Hello everyone and welcome back! As usual, this is late, so sorry about that. I don't have an excuse this time though. I'm uploading this pretty late this evening so I assume that I a lot of you won't get to it until tomorrow. However, it is somewhat on time.

Also, just a little heads-up, the new school semester recently started so now I have a set of new classes, all of which aren't laid back enough for me to write in, unlike before. Therefore, some chapters from here on out will probably be later and this schedule could dissolve. However, I will, to the best of my ability, try to have a new chapter out at the beginning of every week.

I haven't done any writing in the past few days, but I will get right on that as soon as possible.

Anyways, this chapter is already showing you the possible conflicts that Octavia will have to face in the future, so its picking up already. But I can assure you that this color will be longer than most of the others. But now, let's get on with the chapter. Enjoy!

I pushed the curtain door aside, looking into the small wood cabin. The first room contained a long table, as well as a large box in the corner. I assumed that that was storage for food, as this room appeared to be a dining room. An empty doorway at the end of the house led outside to the fenced in gardens, and a hallway led to the bedrooms.

"This way" the mother said, heading down the hallway. I followed her through. The hallway was much longer than I had initially thought. I assumed that these cabins housed more than one family. I couldn't imagine two people being able to produce enough children to fill these rooms.

The mother stopped by a doorway. "Here" She said.

I glanced inside, then leaned over to her. "How long ago was it?" I asked.

"Long time ago" She replied.

"Thanks for being so specific" I said sarcastically, ducking into the room.

Inside was a wooden bed covered in hay and grass, with a pillow filled with hay. The blanket was a long rectangular of cloth. On the right side of the room was another bed. A boy sat on that one.

I sat down on the other bed across from him. He just stared at me.

"What's your name?" I asked him, starting slow. I needed to make him comfortable with me.

"Dagon" He replied.

I was somewhat surprised. "That's a cool name." I said. And I meant it. "I'm Octavia"

He didn't say anything.

"What is it?" I asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Dagon shook his head. "I've never seen clothes like those" He replied.

"Oh," I said, looking down at my black turtleneck sweater. I wore a short sleeved, light purple thin jacket that only reached down to my mid-body. My legs were covered by dark blue jeans, still in great condition, and knee-high laced up black boots. "I can imagine your surprise" I added. The villagers' attire was much less fancy or colorful.

"And your hair" He said, reaching out to it. I allowed him to run his hand through my dark purple dreadlocks. When he sat down I got back to business.

"Now, Dagon," I started, "I need to ask you a few questions"

Dagon swallowed.

"You know why I'm here right?" I asked.

He nodded, his face serious.

"Good," I said, "then tell me, what happened when you were kidnapped?"

"I can't say" He said.

I scooted forward on the bed, "Why?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Dagon asked.

"Why can't tell me?" I asked, "Did they tell you not to talk?"

Dagon didn't reply.

"I know that you don't want to talk about it," I started, "but you need to, otherwise more and more people will get kidnapped"

Dagon swallowed, "Can I tell you later?" He asked.

I paused to think, then shook my head, "As much as I want to allow that, I can't." I replied, "We're short on time. The kidnappers could come as early as tonight"

The boy paused, then nodded.

"You'll tell me?" I asked.

He nodded again.

"Alright," I said, leaning forward, "Why can't you speak of it?"

Dagon hesitated, "It hurts to talk about it" He replied, his voice trembling a little.

"Well," I started gently, "if you tell me about it, less people will get hurt. Isn't that worth the pain?"

He thought about it, then nodded.

"Alright," I said, "why does it hurt?"

"It reminds me," he replied, "of what happened"

"And what did happen?"

He hesitated, and sweat began to run down his face.

"Take your time," I told him. I could tell that he was in pain.

"They-," he started, "they put me in something"

"What was it?"

"I don't know"

"What did it look like?"

"Silver. Big. Confusing" Each word seemed to bring him great pain.

It must be some kind of machine, I thought.

"What did it do to you?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied, starting to shake. "They put me in it, and I came out hurting"

"Where did it hurt?" I asked.

No reply.

"Where?" I asked, more firmly than before.

"Everywhere" he whispered.

What kind of machine is this? I wondered, "Who are they?" I asked.

"What?" Dagon asked.

"You said they put you in the silver object." I replied, "Who are they?"

Dagon swallowed again. "I don't know" He replied.

"What did they look like?" I asked.

"Um," he started, "it was dark"

"Don't play that game with me," I said, starting to get more frustrated and firm. "I can see your fangs as you speak. As a Faunus, you have night vision. What did they look like?"

Dagon didn't reply.

I sighed, resting my forehead in my palm. "Never mind," I said, waving my hand at him, "I've got enough information to use"

"There was a man," Dagon said. I looked up. "His hair was pale grey and short. It was messy too. The other was a woman. Her hair was a blue-green I think"

"Did you see anything else?" I asked.

Dagon shook his head, "I'm sorry," he replied, "it happened too fast"

"Don't worry about it," I said, "that's enough to go off of. You've given me more than enough. Thank you" I stood to leave, but he started speaking again.

"There was another," he continued, the sweat running off his face much more intensely. This was clearly a bad memory, "I couldn't see him too well, but it was clearly the leader. His hair was quite dark, but it wasn't black. I know that"

I sat back down, intrigued.

"I couldn't hear them too well either, but I heard them refer to Fall, as if it were a name"

My heart skipped a beat, and somewhere my brain shook in fear.

The incident of Cinder Fall was old, but she was still at large. If she had reappeared, I'd have a heck of a fight on my hands.

"Thank you" I said, standing and leaving.

Outside the room, Dagon's mother rushed inside and started saying something. I couldn't understand what she said, but it didn't matter either way. I couldn't focus on it after what I had heard.

But he said that the leader's hair wasn't black. Cinder's was black. But the fact that 'Fall' had been mentioned drove me to believe that Cinder was involved in some way. If she was, it was likely that her team were the kidnappers. But her teammates, Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black, and Roman Torchwick, were long gone. Not necessarily dead, but no longer involved. She must have another team; Dagon's descriptions didn't fit her old team very much. But either way,

Cinder Fall is back.

More canon characters, yay! Yes, this story will feature several canon characters in case any of you are wondering. However, none of them will play major roles, so don't expect too much from them.

So Cinder Fall is back, or is she? I think that most of you have probably figured that out due to the end of White I, however, I won't say anything about it. I prefer to imply/hint at things over flat-out telling you. You'll figure it out in due time, so don't worry.

Anyways, I think that that's all I have to say. We're almost done with Part 1: The Prologue as I'm calling it (there will be five parts, each one with a nifty name like that). And yes, this is only the prologue of the story (imagine if other books had prologues this long? I wonder what the actual book would be like). So now the usual routine; favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell your enemies, or don't if you don't want to, and I will see you all in the next chapter.