AHA! I may take a month (sometimes more) to write these chapters, but I shall deliver!

Anyways, here's the chapter.


Tranquility was laying down in bed with nothing but a towel wrapped around her body, just done taking a shower and alone in room 1313. She was simply staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened so far.

One month, It had been a month since the warriors of Heathmoor arrived at Beacon academy, a month since they told Ozpin the truth about their deaths, and so far things had gone rather well for her and the warriors.

After explaining the kind of world Heathmoor was, Ozpin offered to help them integrate into his own world, giving each of them a scroll and teaching them about the general history of the world, while also briefly covering things unique to Remnant like faunus, dust and aura. Tranquility still found the concept of aura to be strange no matter how many times she heard of it, she thought as she looked at her burnt hand and focused her aura into it, which shone a pure white light. Tranquility had taken many lives, she'd destroyed cults and burned down outposts and villages alike, her blades were stained in the blood of the guilty and the innocent, her sword and dagger had drawn the last breath from knight, viking, samurai and wu lin alike, she'd done all without question and little to no hesitation, all in the name of whomever happened to pull her strings at the time. In the end, thinking about aura always led her to one question: why was her soul the color of purity?

Her heart turned heavy every time she asked herself that question, now was no different.

Tranquility stopped herself from dwelling on it more by looking around the room. Alistair had left his armor on the stand next to his bed and Virgil's bed looked like she'd left in a hurry, the two must have left to do their morning training while she showered. She briefly glanced at the fourth bed to see that Torbjorn was also gone, and as usual, he had left without his scroll.

She sighed and checked the time on her scroll, 7:13 am, perfect. She stood up from the bed to get dressed, briefly considering her armor but instead going for casual clothing: a black hooded poncho over a long sleeved white tee, black tight fitting jeans that fitted comfortably and didn't impair her movement thanks to the fabric being soft and stretchy. She wrapped a small maroon scarf made of a thin fabric around her neck to hide the burnt skin and wore a black glove on her left hand for the same reason. She only kept two things from her armor, which were the black boots – though she removed the shin guards – and the mask, which she was currently holding in her hands, staring at it.

The peacekeeper placed the mask on her bed as she took her sheathed weapons, using a few leather straps to secure the dagger to her left thigh and hooking her sword to her hip right above the dagger.

Her scroll buzzed just then, she tilted her head and picked it up, looking at the message that had just arrived.

Remembur, brekfast wth RWBY and JNPR in 30 kidnay stubber, dom't miss it this time! PS: Bring my scroll plz.

The message came from Nora's number but the message was written by the raider, she could tell by the horrible misspellings, Torbjorn still had to work on that but he was getting there. Tranquility sighed and placed the metal mask on her face, picked up Torbjorn's scroll and drew up the hood of the poncho before stepping out of the dorm room.

As she made her way towards the dorm kitchen, her thoughts drifted back towards the last month.

The knights had taken rather well to the change between Heathmoor and Remnant, welcoming with open arms the change from a war torn land to a relatively peaceful one, and while illiteracy was still a problem for some soldiers it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed with the aid of their fellow warriors.

The samurai took a bit more time to adjust but soon accepted their new reality while at the same time clinging to their traditions and philosophies. Their faction we the one to have the least problems adjusting to the need for literacy, most of them already familiar with the reading and writing of the common language, with the few rare individuals that weren't pushing themselves to learn.

Then there were the Vikings. Most of them didn't know how to read or write in anything but their native language, and so had to go through extensive lessons from both Ozpin and the warriors from the other two factions. They were slowly getting there though.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another set of footsteps, she turned to look at the source and found Frea – The valkyrie – waving at her as she approached. "Morning, Torbjorn sent you a message too?" The blonde woman looked like she'd been running and was dressed in sporty clothing.

Tranquility nodded as an answer.

"Right, right, forget you don't talk much," Frea said as she began walking next to the peacekeeper, staying mostly silent, that was until she sighed. "So, I have a question that's been bothering me for a while."

Tranquility looked up at the valkyrie with her head tilted. "What is it?"

"Where are you from? There aren't many redheads in Ashfeld, so are you from the Valkenheim border or…?" Frea asked, stopping her walk and looking down at her, seeking her eyes under the mask.

The peacekeeper froze up, the question repeating in her mind again and again, she searched through her memories, trying to find an answer, her heart skipped a beat when she found she couldn't remember.

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"Torbjorn…" Frea said in the most neutral tone she could manage.

The raider – who had been happily humming a tune while standing in front of a bread mold – turned around at the mention of his name "Frea, kidney stabber! You made it just in time, pick a chair and sit tight, Ren and I are just about done."

"Torbjorn…" Frea repeated with a sigh. "… What are you wearing?"

"Oh, this? Pretty sweet, isn't it? Nora gave it to me as a gift!" The raider said with a grin as he looked down at the pink apron he was wearing which had the words 'Please do nothing to the cook ' written on it, he presented it proudly by placing both his gloved hands on his hips and puffing his chest out.

"It's pink," The valkyrie said.

"It's pretty," The raider retorted.

"It's pink…" She said again.

"It's pretty…" He grumbled with narrowed eyes.

Frea sighed, recognizing a circular argument when she saw one. "Alright, it's pretty, sure." She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him skeptically. "But why just the apron, also what's with the tight pants and gloves?"

"I don't like shirts, the pants make my legs look very nice, and I'd have burned my hands ten times already if it weren't for the gloves." he answered immediately. "Now go grab a seat already damnit." He gave the valkyrie a friendly shove towards the table.

The woman chuckled and walked away, heading to the table, Tranquility following after her in silence.

The peacekeeper was too focused on her own thoughts to pay attention to anything, her mind going over Frea's question over and over again, but more importantly, she questioned her lack of an answer. Why couldn't she remember? She should be able to remember, she could recall her training, the beatings and yelling, she could remember every kill, every mistake and every scar with detail, but just trying to remember from where she came from made her head hurt, why was that?

So many questions that she couldn't answer no matter how much she wished she could, it frustrated her.

"Hey, uh, Tranquility?" Ruby's voice brought the peacekeeper back to reality, she just noticed that she had taken a seat on the table right next to the caped girl, and that her left hand was clenched tightly.

Tranquility shook her head to herself, relaxing her fist. She shouldn't be so distracted. She turned her head to look at Ruby with a slight tilt. "Yes?"

"Are you okay? It's just that you don't seem, uh, y'know... Quite there," Ruby said with a tinge of worry in her voice.

"No kidding, you were beginning to look like vomit boy over here," Yang said, jerking her head towards the blonde sitting in front of her.

"Huh?" Was Jaune's reaction as he was too snapped out of his thoughts.

"Case and point," the blonde brawler said. "What's got you two looking so gloomy anyways?"

Tranquility sighed, knowing that they'd keep on asking about it if she didn't give them an answer. "Just thinking, nothing you need to worry about."

"Y-yeah, just thinking about stuff," Jaune said with a nervous grin, taking Tranquility's excuse as his own.

Pyrrha looked at Jaune with naked concern. "About stuff like what?"

Jaune Arc opened his mouth to speak, though before he could say anything, Ren and Torbjorn placed plates and utensils along cups and glasses for each, which already had their preferred breakfast drinks. "Stuff like food!" the viking man said with a friendly laugh as he placed down the last thing he was carrying on the middle of the table: a large plate with a freshly baked bread. "Ta-da! Carrot bread with dried fruits and nuts!"

"Torbjorn, you made this?" Frea asked, to which the raider answered with a proud nod. The valkyrie nodded approvingly, then stopped when the scent of it hit her, she sniffed the air a couple of times before her lips formed into a small smile. "Oh that's good, that's really good…"

"Mmm, that smells wonderful, I can't wait to try it!" Weiss seemed to agree with Frea.

Blake hummed, putting away her book. "It does smell very nice."

"Then what are we waiting for?! Let's dig in already, I'm starving!" Yang said excitedly as she reached out towards the carrot bread and cut herself a slice. The others on the table quickly followed Yang's example and soon enough everyone had a piece.

Tranquility as usual was given chamomile tea mixed with just a bit of honey and anise. She lifted her mask and took a sip, smiling at the taste. The mix of flavors always managed to somehow put her at ease, like she could stop thinking without worrying about distractions or feelings, it made her feel… tranquil. She hummed and put down the mug and reached for the piece of carrot bread, grabbing it with her right hand and taking a bite. Her mouth was suddenly flooded with flavor, the sweet taste of dried apricots, cranberries and apples mixed with bits of almond and walnut blended together alongside the soft carrot bread into something that she could only describe with one word. "Delicious…"

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Every morning for Virgil for the past month had been hell. First came a jog around campus, followed by a set of push ups, squats and sit ups… fifty of each. Oh but that wasn't the worst of it, the true torture came in the form of the brutal training that she'd been subjected to ever since Alistair decided to train her himself. Right now the two were in the middle of just that, fighting in the same spot where he'd first taken her under his wing.

"Edge alignment, recruit! Stop swinging wildly and hit me properly!" The lawbringer reprimanded her

"I'm trying!" Virgil said as she redirected the incoming attack from Alistair's halberd with her shield, then retaliated by swinging her sword towards him, a strike which the lawbringer easily parried and punished by tapping her temple with the butt of his weapon which sent the smaller girl stumbling to the side, something that Alistair took advantage of by swinging the blade towards her unprotected side followed by a quick stab which made Virgil loose enough of her balance to fall down on the grass.

Virgil groaned and tried standing up but was stopped by the tip of the halberd on her throat, her aura crackled as an answer. She giggled nervously as he removed the weapon with a sigh and offered his hand instead, which she took and quickly lifted herself off the ground.

"Your defense is much better than before, you're a quick learner." He complimented her for once, to which Virgil couldn't help but stand a little taller. "But your offense is still pathetic, you swing that sword like you don't even know which end to grip it by," he said coldly, which made Virgil's pride drop like a rock.

Alistair began walking over to the large tree nearby, signaling for her to come over before beginning to dig through a duffle bag. "So we're going to circumvent that problem."

Virgil made a confused face. "How?" her question was answered when Alistair tossed something her way, she reached out to grab the object, almost dropping it but ultimately managing a grip on it. She looked down at it to see what it was, she couldn't help but tilt her head in confusion. "A mace?"

"Yes, a mace." He leaned on the tree as he spoke. "Just hit the enemy over their head with it, no need to worry about edge alignment, perfect fit for you," Alistair said with a small nod. He sighed and stepped away from the tree, taking his halberd with him. "Now I hope you've recovered your breath, because we're trying your new weapon now."

Virgil sighed and walked over, mace In her right hand and shield at the ready. "Yes sir…"

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Over the past month, Alistair had kept his promise of grinding Virgil's flaws to polish, though he was thoroughly astonished how little time it was taking for the girl to improve. Just one month of intense training and she was already reaching the level a captain might be at in terms of defense, and her endurance had improved significantly also.

Her combat capability hadn't been the only thing to grow though, he noticed. She didn't look as boney as before, her eyes didn't look sunken in and her skin had a much healthier tone to it, she was also showing signs of muscle development and was beginning to grow taller, not that the girl herself seemed to notice the changes.

Alistair hummed as he parried a fast strike of Virgil's mace, pushing the weapon aside and shoving her away, followed by a heavy strike from his right guard, which the girl blocked. He grunted and didn't let the block stop him, overextending a bit to hook the blade behind her ankle, to which he gave a sharp tug, making her fall on her back, he then stabbed her in the abdomen, to which her aura finally broke.

She was weak willed and scared, and the only thing she was good at so far was defense, and even so, As Virgil held her abdomen in pain – even though she wasn't actually hurt – Alistair couldn't help but think that this was the most promising recruit he'd seen in years.

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Jaune Arc was getting tossed around the arena… again. "AAAARGH!" he yelled as he charged at his opponent in an attempt to sound more intimidating than he actually was.

Cardin Winchester laughed as he easily sidestepped the charge, giving the blonde a whack in the back of his head, strong enough to make Jaune loose balance, sending him tumbling across the floor. Cardin charged towards him while he was down, the two handed mace swinging directly towards his chest. Jaune couldn't get his shield up in tome to block and so had to take the full force of the blow. He groaned and tried standing up but was met with a face full of mace that sent him flying a good distance away, his grip on his shield went limp while in the air, which left him only with his sword.

Jaune recovered as quickly as he could, standing up and charging at Cardin once more. Using a two handed grip, he swung in an overhead downwards cut which Cardin easily stopped. "This is the part where you loose…"

"Over my dead-" Jaune didn't have time to finish his sentence as he was interrupted by a knee to his stomach, he keeled over and watched as Cardin readied for a final swing of his weapon, though stopped when professor Goodwitch called the match.

"That's enough Mr. Winchester," she said in a neutral tone. "As you can see, Mr. Arc's aura has been put in the red-" he tuned out after that, his body going through motions in automatic while his mind filled with thoughts.

'Why am I so weak?' He asked himself internally. Being a huntsman was his greatest dream, the one thing he wished for ever since he was a kid, yet no matter how hard he tried he just wasn't good enough. He thought that coming to Beacon could change that, he thought that it would be his grand moment where he'd show anyone that ever doubted him that he was capable of accomplishing his dream. Yet so far there were classes that taught assuming he had knowledge he didn't, he was constantly bested by his peers in every way possible, it all made him realize just how hopelessly behind he was, it made him realize that no matter how hard he tried to get better it still wouldn't be enough.

Jaune Arc felt like a sheep surrounded by wolves.

"-aune, Jaune, Remnant to Jaune, helooo?"

"Huh?" He looked up to find himself in the cafeteria, eating lunch with his team and RWBY. Had he been thinking for that long? He looked over to Ruby who looked at him with concern, she asked if he was alright, to which Jaune gave the best smile he could, one that he knew looked frail. "Yeah, I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just that you don't look okay," Ruby replied, keeping her look of concern.

"I'm fine, really!" he held up an unconvincing thumbs up.

Pyrrha opened her mouth to speak, Jaune had an idea of what she was going to say due to the look of concern she was giving him, he hated it. Before she could say anything though she was interrupted by a pained voice. "Ow, that hurts!" they all turned to see the source of the voice, it was a faunus girl who was getting her rabbit ears pulled by Cardin. Jaune's teeth grinded against each other and his fist clenched tightly at the sight, he was half tempted to go over and give him a piece of his mind, but he knew that he'd be beaten down if he tried, it was frustrating.

Ruby hummed and narrowed her eyes at him. "Is this about Cardin?"

"Huh?" her words snapped him back to reality. He turned around and relaxed his features. "Who, Cardin Winchester? Why would I have anything against him? The guy's great." He couldn't help the sarcasm in the last part, thankfully Ruby didn't seem to notice.

"He's a bully," she stated, eyes still narrowed.

"Jaune, Cardin has been bothering you since day one," Pyrrha said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You know that you can tell us if you need help dealing with him."

"Oh!" Nora perked up, holding her fists up menacingly. "We'll break his legs!"

"No!" Jaune said hastily. "It's fine, really!" his team (plus Ruby) looked at him with concern when he said that, Weiss and Blake looked at him with clear skepticism and Yang was simply looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"If you say so…" the blonde brawler said, ending the conversation, which he was grateful for.

Jaune needed to deal with this himself, to get better. If he couldn't deal with such a simple matter alone then what good was he?

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Tranquility watched the sunset from the roof, thinking about the question from the valkyrie. It was maddening not being able to remember, and it brought up too many questions, questions that turned her heart to stone.

Her head protested every time she tried to remember, it felt like someone was twisting a knife in her heart every time a new question popped up in her mind. Why couldn't she remember? Did they make her forget or was it her own doing? Why did it bother her so much? Why did her breath hitch every time she realized she didn't have an answer?

And finally, there was the most confusing question she'd ever asked herself, the question that would have never crossed her mind until now: 'What is my real name?'

As the question formed, her vision became blurry, she brought a hand to her eyes and rubbed them, she stopped when she felt the moisture on her fingertips. "H-huh…?" her voice came out weak and shaky.

Tranquility stared at her hand as more tears began to form on her eyes, silently running down her cheeks. A single quiet and broken sob came from her lips, the peacekeeper tried taking deep breaths to calm herself, yet it wouldn't stop.

She took off her mask and set it aside, then tried wiping away the tears yet no matter how hard she tried to stop them more kept coming, she tried stopping her quiet sobs by placing a hand over her mouth and yet they wouldn't stop. Eventually she simply brought her knees close to her chest, resting her forehead in them, quietly whispering to herself one word. "Stop, stop, stop…" she repeated in between her quiet sobs over and over again like a mantra. Her pleas for it to stop reduced in volume each time until she finally stopped speaking.

Tranquility gave up trying to stop it, accepting the crushing weight on her heart and simply asking herself one question. "Why?"

It was a question she could never hope to answer.


Y'know, I was originally planning to write more but felt that this was a good cutoff point, enjoy the depression! Now for the next segment, I don't usually reply to reviews but I'll make an exception for this case!

Brian.H.H: Glad to hear you like Tranquility! It's important that the main character is likeable, so hearing you say that does give me some relief, also glad you like my brand of humor! Now as for the feats thing, only thing I will say is that the answer is a resounding... yesn't. And finally, about the character thing, I'm going to try to give some of them more focus then others at certain points in the story to try and make the names of the warriors easier to remember, can't make promises tho!

And last but not least, here's a little piece of useless trivia nobody asked for: As of September 22nd, The Fo11ower is now 20! *party horn* yay.

P.S: Will I ever upload one of these during the day, you ask? Nevah!