"Dawn of the Third Day" from NateWantsToBattle today. Yup.

Blake was part of the Guard of Dawn of Vale. They were called like that because dawn was the only moment everyone else in town saw them, exhausted and ghostly going back to their respective homes. You were rarely in the Guard of Dawn by choice: either it was a family thing, and you had to join to keep seeing your parents and siblings, either you had committed a crime and had to repay it by watching over the fortified town's nights.

As she was walking on the thick stone wall bordering the city, she couldn't help but smile as to why she had chosen this life. She was one of the rare, if not the only person to have voluntarily engaged when it wasn't a family thing. It was just her way to pay her rent and food, as well as the food and books she provided to the numerous poor and orphan kids running around the streets in search of a way to survive. It was a kind of promise she had made to herself growing up… Her parents used to own a bookstore, and even if it was enough to keep them safe, the Guard of Dawn's wage was much more consequent and stable.

The skyline started to brighten up as she shot one of her arrows on a creep that was dumb enough to think he could climb the walls. Smiling, she pulled on the rope that would allow her to claim back her arrow while everything around her started to take on the pink colors of an early day. It was probably the most she would see of today, as her duty was over now. She cleaned the tar blood on a piece of leather at her waist specially made for that, checked one last time that there was no more Grimm in her area, and then started walking toward one of the towers that would allow her to come down. About halfway through, she met the sentinel that was charged to replace her, and she saluted the stranger in shining armor, glad that she her armor wasn't as flashy and heavy.

A few minutes later she was walking in a still silent town, her black hood covering both her ears, eyes and fragile skin. With her entire life spent in darkness, she had become paler than a ghost and still had trouble seeing anything when the sun rose above her head. There was almost no one in the streets, except for this baker fueling his furnace and the distant sound of a blacksmith hitting his anvil. That particular sound pulled another smile on Blake's face, as she decided to make a slight detour toward the Phoenix Forge.

She found it already beaming with activity, it's owner focused on forging what seemed to be a guard's blade, her blonde hair pulled back in a hasty ponytail, forearms already blackened with coal. Yang's head rose from her work about a fraction of a second, acknowledging Blake's presence before returning to her subtle work. Despite her tiredness, Blake patiently waited for her friend to finish her metalwork, admiring the expert strikes that were rapidly forging it. Once the blade was duly made and put aside after tempering, Yang threw her gloves on a side table and invited her inside her workshop, invitation that she gladly accepted as she was able to pull back her hood in the shadows of the forge.

They chatted a bit about everything, mostly the day life that Blake couldn't know and how everything in town was going.

"That Sun boy you've hired is a true angel. All the kids around town love him, he's really good at keeping those little monsters in check." Yang said with a smile, slightly dusting her arms

"Yeah, I'm glad I could help him settle down. And now I can actually sleep" she said with a smirk, simply glad that whatever day it was, she knew she could speak to Yang

"He… You know there are rumors around Vale that you two are together?" Yang added, visibly eager to know if said rumors were true

"That's ridiculous." Blake laughed. "He helps me guard the kids and clean the house, and I lend him a room and food. All that's between us is a friendship, and I can't believe you actually thought it possible," she added with a playful smile toward Yang

Yang was part of the reason why she had chosen this life, to help orphans and homeless kids… She had met the blacksmith back when she was just a little girl struggling to survive in the street with her adoptive sister, and hopefully had been able to convince her parents to help them out. A few years later, Yang had started her apprenticeship with the nearby blacksmith while Ruby, her little sister, had started sewing. Now both owned a modest shop that allowed them to live, and often helped Blake by giving free outfits for the kids and proposing to train them when they were old enough.

"I'm sorry I have to leave so abruptly, but I'm really tired…" Blake excused herself

"Don't worry night owl, go to sleep. I'll keep an eye on the day for you."

With a slight smile, Blake hugged her goodbye before putting back her hood and returning to her home, feeling an inner wave of tenderness take over her heart for this strong but kind woman. What she couldn't know though, was that Yang was working early on the sole purpose to see her every day.

Done! Hope you liked it!

I really like writing medieval AU Bumbleby, I find it even more… fantasy. Also yeah, that's how you reunite two people as different as night and day. With dawn.

See you tomorrow pals !