Hello Everyone! Here we go chapter two. This one is a little bit of a world builder but it still has some action and other stuff. As always more to say down below but for now please Enjoy!

Memories

The silence of the night is broken by a soft chuckle. It had been hours since Corvo arrived to this new world, yet his body did not stop moving thru the trees in the forest. Avoiding the ground and the possible Grimm that might be hunting. He could not help but enjoy the thrill of being young again. It had been more than twenty long years since he was able to move by himself much less run. His activities as the Royal Protect for his love and daughter had caught up to him, and bound him to a wheelchair. He nearly forgotten the sound of the wind rushing past him or the jolts of euphoria as he pushed his body forward. It was as if he was back in Karnaca running across its rooftops avoiding the guards that cursed him on the streets below.

Corvo's thoughts came back to the present as a high pitched noise cried in the sky. Sliding on the branch of his tree he leaned against the wood avoiding the light that come from it. His heart jumped as a metal beast roared pasted him shacking the trees and stirring the wildlife of the forest. For a moment he could feel fear crawling over him, then he remembered it was just a machine.

Thru Summers eyes he had learned much of the world that was called Remnant. It was disorienting at first to have the memories and emotions of a life put upon him. But it seems that the majority of her memories were triggered by his surroundings.

While some memories he could recall by his own will like that of Summers family and friends, or those that attacked her. It took a moment for him to remember locations and general knowledge. Like when he first saw a Grimm. Originally mistaking the beast to be that of a bear.

But seeing the white mask and red eyes, the reality of what stood before him sank in. These creatures were a plague to this world, killing and destroying since the beginning. Towns, villages, people, all were destroyed and left to rot by them. He almost missed the Weepers and Bloodflies of his old world. Still it was a good opportunity to test his skills.

The Ursa, which was its proper name was below him looking around the area. Focusing the Void into his eyes the world changed as the shadows disappeared revealing the world. (Dark Vision) Corvo turned to the Grimm but was surprised to see that it was not highlighted or glowing like that a human or animal would. "It lacks a Soul." He reminded himself, stepping of the branch with sword in hand he fell towards the Grimm. Visions of Summer slaying the beast and seeing them turn to dust came to mind. But he blocked them out as his weight slammed the Ursa into the ground, his sword following after plunging into its flesh and bone.

The beast cried as the air was forced out of its lungs and remaining still as Corvo removed his blade stabbing it once more to finish it off. Stepping of the Grimm it started to fall apart, scattering to the wind as it grew smaller. It was still surprising to see this happen, as it reminded him of another murderer that found a knife "Blessed by the Outsider" that could turn his victims to dust. Cornered the fool turned his own blade on himself instead of being captured.

A twig behind Corvo snapped.

Diving over the body of the Ursa he avoided claws that would have slashed his body, but they grazed his leg instead. Looking up a snarl greeted him with Red eyes being the only thing that stood out from the shadows. A white mask formed around the red as it stepped into the broken moons light, a clawed paw of a great wolf crushed the head of the bear below it. This Grimm dwarfed the one he just killed, its armor covered more of its body and had spikes protruding out.

Corvo quickly checked his leg, a slash mark could be see against the leather but the pain was not there. Instead a light clung to his body before disappearing. Ignoring it for now he looked back at the beast and he saw what the Grimm was. An Alpha Beowolf, Summer and her team had fought this type numerous times before. But Corvo was not standing in the middle of a woods facing off against the beast instead he stood on the edge of a town with three other people. In front of them was a nightmare. Men, women, and child were scattered all around the ground blood pooling around their lifeless bodies as Grimm were looking around for survives, their bodies dyed red.

Back in the forest Corvo was staring down the Grimm. Any hesitation in his body was now gone. Grabbing his crossbow he fired a bolt as the wolf reared its head back to howl. To call for others or for intimidation the sound died in its mouth as its jaws were pinned together by metal and wood. A gurgled snarled came out as it looked to rip its prey apart, but Corvo was already in front of it his blade slicing the beasts throat and chest as it feel to the ground. Confirming the Beowolf was dead he blinked away as he did not wish to fight more Grimm.

Corvo starred at the slash that was on his leg. The machine or Bullhead that was hovering overhead as Corvo was thinking about his first fight with the Grimm started to move to a new part of the forest. He learned that the reason his leg as not cut was that his Aura had protected him for harm, the majority of Hunter and Huntress have Aura and use it as a critical part of their work. Along with their weapons and dust, they could be considered the elite of this world. Without the mark or some power from the void the people of his old world would have been crushed by such ability. Still he would have to test his skills against one of these users to see how he would fair against the Witch and her pawns.

With the Bullhead finally out of sight Corvo quietly made his way towards the wall of the City. Avoiding the Grimm that was attracted to the machine. He would try to avoid fighting the Grimm. While he had confidence in his ability to fight them, he was most familiar with fighting humans and his weapons reflected this. Jumping and Blinking thru the forest he reached the edge of the wall. Scouting the area the barrier was tall enough to dwarf the trees around them, with lights and guards patrolling the area.

Going thru the front gate would cause attention as he did not have any documents or money to bribe the guards. And the wall was too steep to climb by hand. This time another Bullhead could be heard coming close to him. Looking at the machine it was heading right towards the city. "Let's see if a younger body can handle this." Corvo said to himself.

Waving his hand (Time Froze) around him, the bullhead and guards all stopped moving as the world lost color. Blinking from point to point Corvo pushed his Mark as he grabbed the underside of the machine clinging to it as time continued. Again he was amazed by what he had just done. In his old world he could never react this height and after just trying his body would not be able to move, yet here he is with enough strength to hitch a ride on a flying machine.

After a few minutes of riding into the city Corvo let go of the machine and blinked below onto a roof of a building, rolling into his fall Corvo landed with little to no injury. But he remained on the ground.

All around him was the marvels that the people of this world built. If only Sokolov and Piero could see how far people could go. Buildings that rivaled the Empress castle were everywhere, vehicles hundreds of them moving on their own without any tracks or fumes but seem to be following routes. All this technology and science it would have been heaven to them…. And a floating castle? Images of green came to him, with a face that had a smug smile behind a cup of coffee.

"So, that's Beacon. Which means I'm in Vale. But everything looks different." Corvo looked around indeed seeing building that had not been there before.

"How long has it been?" Corvo thought jumping down into a back allay. He need to know what had happened in the world.

Removing his mask Corvo stepped onto the sidewalk, looking around for any news or information stands. Along the way many things were familiar to him. Not just with Summer's memories but his own. The cities of this world seem to mirror his own, only more advanced. There was high class and low class districts while not as horrible as his world there was still a noticeable gap. Especially with the race of Faunus. He tried not to stare as people with animal features would walk past him. According with Summers memories the world is shared by the two people, Humans and Faunus. With Faunus being treated as lower beings by some people. Still he could tell tension was high among some groups he passed.

Corvo had to take time to recover as he experienced culture shock of the new technology around him. Amazed as a person seemed to appear out of a metal tube in the ground that looked like a ghost. Only to have it say the news that happened in the day and a way to increase his Aura reserves for nighttime activates.

It appears that thirteen years had passed since Summer was killed, By now her daughter should be in her mid-teens along with her half-sister. Corvo rubbed his face in frustration as he would have a harder time finding the girl, "Who even knows if she is still on that island." Plus the Witch and Summers allies had probably made their own moves during this time making Summers information inaccurate. Taking a seat in the middle of the area he was in, he tuned out the repeating voice of the strange ghost women but he listen more to the people as they talked around him. Gossip was a favorite pass time for people, everyone talked not aware if anyone was listening in.

Time passed and he learned a few things. Beacon and the other kingdoms were still at peace if not a little tense as a terrorist cell started to form from the White Fang. Once a peaceful moment now turned violent, and Corvo could not really blame them for it. Even in this city some people looked at the Faunus with hate or disgusted. Also a new General in the North was throwing his weight around even in other kingdoms, not a good sign. But a repeated topic of the people was the recent Dust heist by a theft named Roman Torchwick. Apparently he started making moves when the White fang presence increased. A drunk grunt in a Black and Red suit with glasses that were dark, seemed to have slipped that Roman was going to meet with their boss for business tomorrow.

"Seems like something to check out." Corvo thought to himself. Standing up he made his way into a nearby alley. Fading into the shadows he put on his mask, and vanished.

Hey everyone I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. I deiced to update this again as I was in the mood for it. But I will now being working on the next chapter to my other stories, I really need to update them as I have not touched them in months haha. So this will get another chapter in about a week or two depending. As I said I made this a world building chapter so its a little short and more info than action based but I tried to throw in a bit to keep things going. Since this story is going to be done in cities and have him fighting people over Grimm i did not change his gear at all. So no transforming sword gun or anything like that. Corvo is is good but he is not a fair fighter or group fighter he is more to the stealth and tricking people than over powering them. And while with his powers he can be OP I will only have him do that in rare cases. Cough "Boss Fight" Cough.

I probably have more to say but Im too tired and have to write an essay for my college class in the morning so for now please comment, review, share this story, this is my first Cross over one so I like to see how you all think about it. Again thanks to all the old and new readers and I hope to see you all soon.

(Ps I had to fix a few things so I posted this once than changed it sorry.)