Chapter 15: Guiding Starlights.


"We're the 7 Star Spirits. Our job is to grant the wishes of good people from our home in Star Haven, a place high beyond the sky. We're going to tell you something incredibly important. Please listen carefully."

Eldstar - The leading figure of the Star Spirits


- After the nights arrived, in the Boss Minion's castle.

The greenish uncharted land was covered by the dark hue sheet from the night sky, at the edge of the waterfall cliff, Beacon Academy stood proudly and glowly as the only civilized landscape in the area.

Despite being broken, the moon reflects the sunlight back down to Remnant operationally, the white hue shone on the elegant castle that is the Beacon Academy structure, making it stand out further among the wild landmass.

In the distance, the city of Vale too stands brightly under the enhanced effect of the soft but not too bright white hue.

Thanks to the surface of Remnant being mostly uncharted, the primitive ecology allowed starry skies to be visible to the eyes. Given a sense of familiarity and protection to the otherworldly guests that are currently residing at the combat school.

No matter how one believes, stars are the elements that both ties and resonate the strongest with the Mushroom World citizens. As all life born from the stars. (If you're heavily religious enough to believe such a thing that is.)

Soon as the hour of the curfew was about to drop, with the combined effort of Goodwitch, Goomboss, and King Bob-omb, the students were sent off back to their respective dorms so nobody would stay up late in the hour.

The promising hell for being late on the first school day was realistic enough to get the fun-going type like Yang and Nora to behave themselves.

"Goodnight! Professor! Thanks for the party!" Waved Ruby as she and her teammates bid her future teacher goodnight.

"See you children tomorrow at the lecture, don't be late." Waved King Bob-omb under the disguise and aliases: Onix Bomu. As he sent off both Team RWBY and JNPR.

With the last batch of party guests disappearing in the distance, the smile on King Bob-omb's face dropped, and his warmful expression changed to a cold attitude. "Alright, it's time for work." Gones the casual attitude, replaced with professionalism.

"About time, we've wasted enough time with the party." Scoffed Broun Kuri, aka, Goomboss as he was cleaning the Self-service bar. The party certainly took its sweet time from their schedule.

"Then alloweth's not wasteth any m're timeth." Said Obsidia Donku, aka, Big Bully as he picked up the trash. If not for the party to take place, by now they should've learned every secret from Ozpin. As they have planned, they've got a mission, and permissions to approach as they see fit.

From the side, Glynda Goodwitch watched their conversation with a sinking nervousness. 'Ozpin, I hope you had a plan to convince them in helping our problem.' She prayed.

Strangely enough, tonight's night sky seems more starry and brighter than usual.


- (Around the same time) -


- With Ozpin.

In his clockwork office located at the top of Cross Continental Transmit System Towser, standing before the overseeing window panel, hands behind his back, headmaster Ozpin looked toward the night view of Vale, after days and days of anxiety about the uncertain future, it has finally come to this moment.

The moment of truth.

The little deal he made with the otherworldly guests was approaching on the horizon, despite living through ages and ages, all these years' wisdom and composure were rendered useless at the moment, Ozpin was overwhelmed by emotions, fear, uncertainty, anxiety, paranoia even.

After all, he was about to answer whatever question his new employees might ask. And he has no choice but to address each one whether truthful or deceitful if he were to be honest on both opinions.

A world that differentiates varies from their own, where magic was common and where god-like deity exists. It was an alarming sign at best, from what he was able to learn and get in such a short period of time from his otherworldly friend, there's no destructive force like Grimm in their world.

Of course, Ozpin didn't blindly take every word they say to face value, anything can be misguiding and deceiving, he had no way to tell if they were being honest to him either, thus any info was taken with a grain of salt.

However, if what they said about their world turns out to be true, where does that leave him? Ozpin draws yet another exhaust breath, could it be that their otherworldly friend's world is an experimentation too conducted by the likes such as the gods? Or was their world yet another personal and private experiment from God of Light? With the lack of destructive force such as Grimm, does this mean that God of Darkness isn't part of this world's existence? Or was he not aware of this world's existence? How much balance offsetting did this cross-dimensional traveling cause? Was the balance not disturbed enough to warren either Brother's attention? Or did both of them purposely allow it to happen? Was this predicament Remnant now facing yet another experiment orchestra by the brothers?

Taking off his glasses, Ozpin burrowed his face in his palms as he let out another exhaust sigh. There's possibly no way for him to know those answers with the way things are.

Almost.

Supposedly he DOES have the means to obtain the truth, but the only way to use such a method was out of his reach at the moment, plus, he would rather not waste the last 2 easy-way-out vouchers of the century on something like this. Nor does he have any plans for the lamp at the moment.

That, however, doesn't mean he's entirely out of options either.

Looking behind, the suitcase the Boss Minions retrieved from the forest earlier today lay on his office desk, and the contained object was already taken out and resting on the table, a bloody reminder of the reckless gamble he took. The immortal wizard gulped, it was irrational, no way this would work, his mind screams at him.

The gamble of putting the Relic of Choice in the middle of the Emerald Forest for a test was perhaps the most irrational decision he had made in this current lifetime, even among all the actions in all past-life mayhaps.

Yet this particular gamble was rewarded fruitfully when the otherworldly guests triumphantly defeated, if not, one of the most dangerous Elder Grimm mankind has ever recorded, all while walking away with only scratches on their bodies. Completely blown away his expectations.

They might be the tie-breaker Ozpin had hoped for ever since the day Jinn tells him the answer to this ever-lasting war, there's no escape, nor end to this stagnant stalemate. Or so, that was how he was led to believe by the spirit of knowledge.

Yet again, despite living in reality, the immortal man still dreams and hopes whenever he lays down and closes his eyes to take a rest. Despite all the setbacks, hope manages to strive on. Even when his heart and brain continually told him otherwise.

Victory often lies in the simpler things. Said his subconscious.

Willing his body to move despite the protest, the shivery body overwhelmed by anxiety draws toward the ancient relic, his hand drawing closer to the bejeweled crown. Can he really do this? Could he? Should he?

What if he was wrong? That all these were just his one-sided unrealistic wishful thinking and daydreams. What if the answer he'll receive is yet another ruthless strike from reality itself?

The hands carefully picked up the crown, and slowly moved the headwear overhead.

In the deepest section of his mind, a saying surfaced.

The road to damnation is paved with good intentions.


- (? ? ? ?) -


Ozpin, the endlessly reincarnating soul, suddenly finds himself once again, alone in a somewhat distant familiar endless white void. At first, he thought this may be a vision he was seeing, until he realized there was nothing going on here.

His confusion ends when he started reflecting on and processing the situation he finds himself in.

Then, the answer hit him, with an overbearing force and pressure that almost make him drop on both knees, an atmosphere that the man had almost forgotten, after what's like literally thousands of years later.

And now he remembered that feeling. An overwhelming experience he wishes to be just a nonsensical dream.

Alas, it was not.

His first reaction of course was immediately on full alert, every fiber of nerves and muscles in his body stiff up to the point of stillness like lifeless metal, every strain of hair standing on their own in terror, and every fiber and organic part of him is screaming at him in the loudest volume to run & hide. But there's simply no place for him to run nor hide, nor is there a point for him to hide.

There's only one possible reason he could be in such an occasion. And he's not looking forward to it.

Were the brothers summoning him for another meeting?

Have the brothers changed their hearts?

Was using the Relic of Choice the wrong answer on his part?

Have I truely failed?

Hesitantly, Ozpin moved his eyes to inspect his surroundings, to his nervousness, no one was in sight, gulping, he turned around. Only to find more emptiness.

Seeing that nothing is in the present, Ozpin let out a confused breath, still as stressful, and stiffed as ever. Both authority figures could show up anytime, and he doesn't know how to greet them.

"Please be at ease, frightened one, we're not who you assume we are." An unfamiliar voice spoke to him, it was a female voice full of motherly warmth, that seemed to pull him into an embrace as a caring mother would to a scared child, a soothing sensation followed by a comforting melody that reach out to Ozpin's mind.

For a split second, despite still being confused, Ozpin was somewhat grateful for the attempts from this mysterious individual to calm his mind. The fearful screaming within him had mellowed down just a bit by the tranquility notes.

"Are we finally through? Thank stardust! Finally some progress!" Then, comes an energetic and young voice of a male, followed by a sensation of refreshing ocean waves and breezing spring breezes washing over Ozpin.

"We mean you no harm, as we come with peaceful wishes." A gentle and calm voice voiced itself, followed by a sensation of cooling air that resembled winter snow, yet with caring warmth.

"Time is of the essence, everyone." A wise and elderly voice spoke, carrying with wisdom, age, and time itself.

Playing music: Star Spirits' Request - Paper Mario (Restored/Uncompressed)

Soon as the last voice made its presence known, one by one, eight humanoid figures appeared in a sparkly manner in front of Ozpin, each radiating a different light of their own, like a certain pair of sibling entities he knew.

"We are the 7 Star Spirits, our job is to review and grant the wishes of the good souls in our world from the starry night sky in the Star Heaven. A place high beyond the sky. And today, we've come to this part of unfamiliar territory in the vast oceans of stars, for urgent business." The elderly voice spoke once more, bowing lightly as he introduce himself.

"I am Eldstar, I assure you, we come in peace. Immortal soul." The first figure, the owner of the elderly voice has an outline of a man who has curly long white hair tied in a ponytail; hairy eyebrows that cover the upper half of his eyelids; and a massive mustache that covered his entire lower face; dressed in what appears to be a yellow long robe that seemly reflecting the milky way starry sky within its texture; his body radiating in benevolent white lights and sparkles.

"I am Mamar, it is a pleasure." The second figure, the one with the motherly voice has an outline of a woman with a brown curvy short bob cut for hair; with apparently a big pink bow tie fixating on top of her head; dressed in household dress and an apron; like the first figure, the texture on her dress and apron sparkled with the starry cosmo, her body radiating in warm and kind orange lights and sparkles.

"I am Skolar. Pleased to make your acquaintance." The third figure has an outline of a man who carries himself with manners and professionalism; with sharp purple business-cut hair glimmering in purple; round spectacles that obscure his eyes resting on his nose, thick eyebrows, and a small mustache; dressed in what appears to be a tuxedo with a long coat; the end of the coat texture contains the nebula belt, and his body radiating in wise and knowledgeable purple lights and sparkles.

"And I'm Muskular. Ahoy!" The owner with the breezing ocean waves in his cheering voice turns out to be the fourth figure; he has an outline of a man; a sailor hat wearing on top of his clearwater blue hair that curves around like ocean waves; dressed in what appears to be a light-blue classic sailor outfit; and a white sports jacket over the sailor outfit; blue sport sneakers with white stripes; unlike the previous three, his whole outfit radiating the cosmo belt. And his body is radiating in energetic blue lights and sparkles.

"I am Misstar. Greetings." The elegant and soft voice of the fifth Figure appears to be a female dressed in traditional Mistrain (East Asia/Japanese) fashion, her long scarlet hair waved freely like a cosmo river, with part of her hair don in a butterfly tie that ends with two downward curling tails like ribbons behind her head; star-shaped accessories decorated across her gorgeous hair and bangs; her beauty was further enhanced by the star earrings and moon-white pearl necklace she weared; a single long yellow scarf that glittering with golden radiances circled around her from under her arms and waving afloat behind her head; the long robe-like milky-pink dress warp around her slender yet curvy figure tightly, leaving an hourglass shape opeing that expose the area of her shoulder, front upper chest, and slender legs to showing their mesmerizing charm, the loosen cloth being holding together by a simple long blue ribbons that wrap around her slim waist; dangling around her wrists and ankles were multiple rings of pearl bracelets, unlike her companions, she doesn't wear any shoes, leaving her bare feet exposed. The inner of her loose and wavy robe reflects the deep blue color of the starry night sky, while the outer side glimmers with sparkles. A radiance of charming pink light emits from her body, accompanied by pink sparkles.

"I am Klevar. It is a pleasure to meet a fellow erudite soul." Comes the soft and tender voice of the sixth person, the owner being a man dressed in classic modern Valeish (Europe) fashion, his yellow curling hair with orange hue at the end of tips brushed in a side bang; a yellow long sleeve shirt with ruffle front accompanied by a big pick bowtie, both shirt and bowtie reflects the whirlpool galaxy in its texture; short brown waist overalls hanged by two straps with star buckets, with two stars printed at both side of the trousers; brown leather shoes with white collar; in his hand was a giant book with brown cover. His body radiance in knowledgeable orange hues, accompanied by orange sparkles.

"I am Kalmar. Pleased to meet you." The seventh figure spoke with a deep and calm voice, the owner dressed in a similar fashion to Ozpin's, save for the cowl and the jacket; a yellow dress shirt that ends in an orange hue at the end of the sleeves; a red formal ascot handing around his neck, hold together by a star-shaped pin; deep brown buttoned vest; deep brown pants hold together by a belt, at the end of the trousers the texture reflects galaxy belt; the same texture reflect on his deep gray leather shoes. A calm and tranquility brown radiance surrounded him, followed by white sparkles.

"And I am Twink, Star Spirits representative intern. It's a pleasure meeting you, good sir." The last eighth figure has a voice of a young, polite child; unlike the previous seven, his appearance was visible to the eyes and did not radiate in strong lights that obscured his facial appearance, but his body is still twinkling in sparkles regardless. The person has messy short yellow hair; emerald eyes that reflect energy and tenderness; an outfit made of white light fabrics on the outside, and an inner black bodysuit underneath; a brown belt with a star-shaped buckle tied up the clothes from waving aimlessly in the wind; yellow fingerless gloves; puffy white boots with yellow stripes; and a yellow scarf that burns brightly on the end like an actual comet tail.

Eyeing the eight figures, Ozpin let out a confused breath, they had the exact same impression of authority aura as the brothers, but… the aura these eight shared are benevolent, far kinder than anything he ever felt, not a single amount of oppression is detected, completely opposite to the brothers imposing presence.

Could he… should he trust them?

Straightening his composure and courage, Ozpin tries to introduce himself. Only to be interrupted by Muskular.

"We know who you are, Ozma the re-resuscitated. Human from the first generation of mankind."

Hearing the deity speaking his true identity, Ozpin closed his lips tight, desperately hoping he had not upset these mysterious gods.

Much to his relief, they seem to pay such things no mind.

"As you have no doubt been able to tell, we are not the deities to this world, we are the deities to our own world. One you're unfamiliar with." Skolar spoke as he adjusted his spectacles, cutting straight to the business.

Ozpin gulped, it is exactly as he had suspected, now this leads to the problem. What are they here for?

Seeing that the group had fallen silent, taking that as his cue to speak, gulping, Ozpin opened his mouth. "I see… them, Star Spirits, to what wish and aspiration that required my summoning to this meeting?"

"Please be at ease, there's no need to be so formal with us, this isn't an interrogation nor a criminal trial, and we had no wishes nor intention to put more burden upon you than you already are." Klevar spoke softly, opening the book in his hand, the deity flipping through the pages until he found what he was searching for. "On today's occasion, it has come to our attention that… a certain shift of balance had been tipped between our worlds."

Ozpin listened carefully, dare not to have any word missed, his expression furrowed and frowned as the deities carried on, definitely not good news indeed if the direct involvement of 8 unknown deities weren't enough of an indication.

"And we're afraid, for that reason alone, we have come bearing grim news to you." Misstar spoke, regret and apology came with her words.

"Normally, under any circumstances, the affairs between worlds should never ever be tampered with unless an agreement was reached. But sadly, that was not the viable option for this case with today's situation. After all, we couldn't make contact with your creators, nor find or locate them…" Eldstar spoke, lowering his head as he came to a pause, no doubt knowing the effect their word is about to cause.

Hearing this, the sinking feeling in Ozpin's stomach seems to be lifted, if only by a little. The Brothers, while still away from their creations, have continued waiting for the day of return. Either consider this waiting as part of the experiment, or just flat out no longer cared about Remnant and have long discarded them since…

Whatever the case it is, it didn't give Ozpin any confidence or improve the already stressful situation.

At least for the time being he can safely assume that as long as the Relics aren't brought together as God of Light had explained, the worst won't come to them. For now. That is.

Then, since the Brothers couldn't be found, which brings them back to the situation at hand.

Seeing their words sinking in Ozpin's mind, Elder continues. "And I fear we're running out of time even as we speak." That, Ozpin agreed, despite not knowing what might be the real issue that required the gods' direct interference. Time really is something that waits for nobody.

And running out of time he is apparently, despite constantly associating time-related objects around himself and pretty much being an immortal on the technical terms.

"Since we're on a time limit, we will directly cut to the chase. A vile entity has somehow escaped and invaded your world under our radar, when in the first place, this shouldn't be happening at all. For this terrible mistake on our part."

"You have our deepest apology, Ozma the immortal soul. It was our own mistake, yet you and your world are the ones that will soon pay the price." Eldstar regretfully informed, bowing as he speaks, the other seven too bowed apologetically as the leader did.

Absorbing the word, Ozpin came to a halt, vile entity? In Remnant? What exactly is going on?

"However, hope was not lost, as we're here to fix that mistake." Skolar encourages, adjusting his spectacles again as he speaks.

"Evil, hostile, malicious, this vile entity is known as Dark Star, they stand the complete opposite of what we stand for." Klevar explained, flipping through his book before showing a projectile image of Dark Star to Ozpin. "In the simplest terms, if we are the stars that protect the order of the world, then what Dark Star seek is the destruction of the order and the world itself."

Seeming to understand the basic gist of the situation, Ozpin nodded as he carefully studied the image of the sun-like entity. "So, if I'm understanding this correctly, this… Dark Star is like the Grimm of ours, created for the purpose of destroying."

"In a manner of speaking for similar fashion… yes, you would be correct. However…" Kalmar nodded in acknowledgment, but then frowned as he further explained the detail of the difference. "The Dark Star is not just a mere life form, it's a manifestation of an ideal, ideal for destruction, mayhem, doom, and the end. The physical embodiment of the ill-will of the very universe. Well… ours."

Ozpin listened as he furrowed his brows, so in another sense, this Dark Star is like if the Grimm are higher beings like God of Darkness. That does sound horrible and terrifying already.

However, it seems that the deities weren't done with the explanation.

"And you can't kill ideals, much less eradicate them, as long as good-will exists, an opposite will counter exist." Spoke Muskular, as the sailor star crossed his arms and let out a tiring exhaust resignedly. "This feud between us had been going on since the dawn of time of our world, yet we never foresaw the possibility that it would someday, spread out and involve a third party. Or rather, an entirely different world, this problem of ours has spread out and gotten innocent people in the crossfire."

"Again, you have our deepest and sincerest apologies." Said Skolar as the deities bowed to Ozpin once more in apologies.

Said man could only blink in surprise as he was not prepared nor expecting literal Gods themselves to apologize to him.

"We were left under the impression that with its latest defeat, the Dark Star should have entered a stasis of dormant for centuries to come for the foreseeable future… Alas, it was not, the black star awakes sooner than any of us could have predicted." Spoked Misstar, the goddess then pinched her temper in upset.

"Honestly, it was incredibly strange how Dark Star was reborn in a different universe, as it should be impossible for that to happen, regardless, what's important now is to stop it before it resorts to its full power..."

"If only things were that simple." This time it was Mamar who signed resignedly, the motherly deity then continues. "As you no doubt have noticed, there are other outsiders plotting sinister schemes against your world. Outsiders that originated from our universe." The goddess grimly spoke, as Ozpin recalls Dimentio's middling during the student entrance initiation.

'So there was more then.' Ozpin grimaced.

"Soon after Dark Star awoke on your planet, we detected a certain ominous activity of its dark power." Said Klevar, flipping his book to another page. "Turns out, not just Dark Star itself, multiple evildoers from our world over all ages had hitched a ride along with the Dark Star's revival."

"And they all had but one simple common goal, to bring this world to their knees." Kalmar speaks uneasily, his voice grimacing as he went on.

"In the past, each of these ill-mind individuals on their own had come very close to having our world in their grasp, but thanks to our champions, their ambitions were swiftly stopped before they could be finalized. However, right now, they're uniting together as a league. And we fear it will make them more dangerous than ever before." Said Skolar.

"Fortunately, they're not invincible, they can be defeated and stopped..." Muskular responded. "But it will not be an easy task and battle, that much is for certain."

So this mysterious Dimentio's existence had to do with the Dark Star itself, plus multiple evildoers he knows nothing about.

This, certainly is not looking pretty already, actually… this is as terrible as it can get. Provide that Salem herself is not aware of the situation or being involved. Which Ozpin sincerely doubts.

The inclusion of a league made of people who live and are surrounded by magic appeared in Remnants was enough for a sign that a disaster is in the making. Worse, these outsiders don't have to bother following any rules or common sense in Remnant, they can do whatever as they pleased, it would be disastrous if any of them were to launch an attack. Not only with the Huntsman already at disadvantage, but the likelihood that Salem will take advantage of the situation by launching a Grimm invasion is very much guaranteed.

By whatever means necessary, he must prevent that from happening.

Knowing that he has been once again, tasked by gods, Ozpin knows what difficulty and hell await him if he does not ask for more context, clearance, and instructions on the situation. Lord knows the mistake he already committed by not asking the God of Light back then.

"What should I do? What specific action do you want me to take?" Ask the lost soul.

The 8 deities shared a look among themselves, seemingly communicating in silence before the elderly figure spoke. "Listen very carefully to what I am about to say, you must seek out an individual who goes by the name Bowser…" Instructed Eldstar.

Ozpin's brows raised, Bowser? Exactly the same name Mister Junior had, and the same name of the lord the henchmen mentioned many times.

The astral figure continues. "As you have no doubt able to piece together, he is not of Remnant but from our Universe, find him, and help him relocate his own subjects and people. Then, once that is done, ask for his help, he may not immediately agree, and are likely to ask a big favor or put you in debt for a long time, but you must remain patient…"

Ozpin gulped, not liking where this sentence is going.

"For he too can bring your world to ruins if he so desires for it." Yep, there it comes part he doesn't like.

"Pardon?" The word escaped his mouth before he realise it.

Muskular message his temper as he went on explaining. "Bowser Koopa, the current King of the Koopa Clan. Leader of the Bowser Kingdom, is an ambitious brute who has long aimed for the conquer of the Mushroom World since he was an infant." He then scratches the back of his head with a sigh. "Yet irony enough, he was one of the seven chosen Champion by fate in our world. Which makes him both the main villain and protector of our world."

*Snap* You can almost hear something in Ozpin's brain break down, probably a gear or two. The immortal wizard holds his head in response to the dizziness that hits him from out of nowhere.

"Excuse me... but... could you perhaps repeat that again?"

All eight deities only sheepish, embarrassed, and awkwardly avoid eye contact with Ozpin.

"Ahem." Cough Skolar. "Regardless, Bowser may claim himself to be pure evil all the time, but from time to time in crisis, he would show us that he too has a good nature that lies deep within his heart. Small it may be or as he claimed."

"As Sir Skolar said, Bowser has defended and protected our world from many evil forces, directly or indirectly. Dark Star was one of the forces he helps stopped. He has proven himself to be a reliable ally when the situation calls." Said Twink, who then whispered. "Although most of the time he was the main trouble and threat that dangers the whole world, or happens to be the one assisting in endangering the world unknowingly, and he always claims he was simply protecting the planet because the whole world is his to take and no one can be a better villain than him."

'It has been decided, rational logic is dead in their world.' Ozpin thought.

"Twink, dear, we appreciated the honesty, but that part of knowledge is… superfluous." Replied Mamar.

"Sorry." The young Star meekly apologizes.

"Anyway, it is as you heard, Bowser is a complex entity, most of his motivation all the time can be summed down to simple selfish agendas." Spoked Kelvar. "However, that doesn't mean he's entirely heartless, as much as he wants the whole world to believe that." He then looked at Eldstar, who gave a nod.

"Normally, we would avoid using underhanded tactics such as manipulating, however, given the situation at hand, and the uncooperative nature of Bowser..." The deity paused, letting the words sink in. "To make Bowser listen to the situation, you must let him know the danger that's looming on the horizon, the danger that might threaten both his subject, and especially, his son's safety."

"Bowser is many things, the great demon king, the great sorcerer Koopa, a bashful brute, rude, arrogant, ambitious, self-centered, and selfish…" Said Mamar. "However, he was not a bad parent." The motherly deity then let out a chuck. "It was quite wonderful, how the most cold-hearted and self-centered man learned the lesson of love and caring through parenthood."

'So he's the type of parent that's willing to do anything to protect their child then.' Ozpin evaluate.

"Despite the impulsive nature he was widely known for. Bowser was no fool, he knows how to be calculating, as much as a rare sight as it is. The Koopa King knows when to swallow up his pride and do the correct things. In order to make Bowser at the very least agree to your cause and side, you must let him know the full story of the war that has been ongoing since the beginning, and the danger should Salem succeed in her quest to destroy everything." Said Skolar, the deity then shot Ozpin a stern gaze. "Otherwise, you will only doom everything. Make no mistake, we wish to help and ensure there to be a future for your world. However, we can not agree with the methods you have been using. Ozma." The deity spoke coldly, making Ozpin flinch in recoil.

"Unfortunately, wills also are something that no one can control over, otherwise it won't be free will. We can only predict how Bowser is going to respond to your war."

"As much as it pains us to deliver the message. He is your only hope to fight off the Dark Star." Spoke Misstar.

"Do NOT deceive or lie to him, that is our one and only warning." Muskular warned sternly, his tone indicated there to be no room for argument.

The 8 deities then paused, before all of them glanced around simultaneously, seemingly noticing something.

"It seems that we have to hastily end today's meeting. We're being tracked." Eldstar apologizing speaks. "Until next time then, Ozpin."

"May the starlight be your guidance." Was the last thing Ozpin heard before feeling his mind slipping away.

- Music ends -

As soon as the immortal man was sent back, the white space around them faded. Revealed a holy palace of a sacred sanctuary. The dome-shaped architecture is built with light-blue bricks and framework structures made of glittering gold, clear sparkling waters running in fountains across the floor; and emerges from the waters were 7 pillars made of blue crystals. In the center of the room, lies a stone pedestal that contains a floating rod with a star-shaped head. The object was protected by a visible field of aura.

And the eight figures revert back to their original form. The form of shiny sentient stars.

"Phew, that was close." Said Muskular with a relieved sigh. "Any longer and the Dark Star might notice our presence."

"Eldstar, would those instructions be enough?" Mamar asked worryingly. The mental state of Ozpin is… complex to say the least.

"Perhaps not, there's too much uncertainty." Mused Skolar. "Given Ozpin's own history of trust issues, I fear just the warnings alone aren't enough to keep him on the right track."

"With the way things are in Remnant currently, manipulating may be the only choice we had, displeasing as it sounds."

"We'll need someone to keep a watchful eye on him." Said Kelvar. "Preferably, able to provide guidance and assistance whenever Ozpin's heart led astray."

Meekly raising his angular hand, Twink speaks. "Star Spirits, should I depart to Remnant to assist Ozpin?"

The 7 deities looked among themselves before the leader star made his reply.

"We appreciate your pure and kindness voluntary, young Twink, however, I fear that as the way your current power is, there's still too little you can do." The elder softly says, gratitude in his voice instead of harsh denying. True to his worry, younger stars can not make bigger-scale wishes come true due to how little power they had, after all, it takes a fully grown Super Star to make a simple wish such as curing a simple long-term disease. And despite growing up a lot after the stolen Star Rod incident, Twink so far can only perform wishes that are no bigger than a Whomp when it comes to physically materializing something from none. It's a lot of improvement for a young star such as him, but definitely not enough to solve and pale in comparison to a world-scale war.

What's worse, The Star Spirits can't simply use Star Rod to make a wish to solve all the problems on Remnant or remove any of the Mushroom World evildoers, as that direct interference with the world's balance. And will most like result in a violent dispute with Remnant's owner, the Brother Gods.

The Star Kid reluctantly accepts the elder's will, despite wanting to do more. The future that awaits Remnant is one that he finds extremely unfair and cruel.

Said elder, unknowingly, sharing the same resignation with the young star, as he made his verdict.

"That being said, it doesn't mean there's nothing you can do. You most likely would require a helping hand, so I've decided, let's send both you and our prized guardian to help assist Ozpin to protect Remnant."

"Young Twink, here's your order, go and summon (heart)(music note)!? to us, we have a new appointment for the both of you."

"Yes Sir!"


- Back in Beacon Academy.

Opening his eyes, Ozpin finds himself back in his office. The Relic of Choice just inches away from being placed on his head.

The man recoiled violently, almost losing his balance as he dropped the ancient artifact on the floor.

Adrenaline running, the man shakenly placed himself in his office chair and limped in. What was that? His mind asked. His attention focused on the encounter he just experienced.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure approaches the crown on the floor.


To be

Continued…


And here we are, with the first major plot change. DUH duh DUHHH.

I have nothing more to say, but I very much intended to utilize every existing element to write this story. Start by making use of one of the ambiguous description plot MacGuffin. The Relic of Choice.


IMPORTANT NOTE: The message in this section is completely invalid, I'm only leaving it here as a reminder to warn myself of the decision I made.

This is the final message I'll be leaving on this site. Do not expect any more updates, I won't be coming back.

Due to many personal issues in life that I wish not to go into detail in here, that my life is a wreck and no future and hope, I'm leaving the final message to this story. And now I'm parting with life, I will no longer be living, to prevent myself from continuing to waste any more resources and burden my family, and letting my own depression and insecurity swallow me whole. I'm putting an end to my misery.

At least before I go, I'm going to be responsible for my creations, the fanfiction that is going to forever be unfinished. A shame.

To those who enjoyed my creation, I'm so glad that the little things I made were at the very least, able to entertain someone in the world, when everything is so easy to get drowned in this information-overloaded age, even if it was just one person. A part of my existence was worthy of one person, that was more than all I could ever ask for.

The very least I can do is give a proper closure to my story.

I will be leaving my writing plans here on the internet (on my profile page, the li_nk is also provided there), so that any of you that were looking forward to the story can have an idea of how it would go and end.

It was my responsibility as a writer to do so.

If… by any chance, one of you wishes to pick up where I left off, you're free to do so.

With my story plan leaving here, anyone who came across this file would have the chance and option to either inherit or pass on my final legacy in the world. Although Fiction as it may be, it will be a legacy that could live on

At least my creation would live on, just like RWBY, Monty Oum may have passed away, but the passion and will he had for RWBY lives on in the community, and to this day people still write about fiction for RWBY, because they care.

I don't expect to have massive popularity over this crossover fic, all I wish is for my idea and will to be heard, and be reached, and for someone on this planet would be entertained by the story. As long as one person came across this file and decide to take up where I left off, this story and my love and passion will live on. If not, it's okay, at least it was here, for the time this fic exist, it was magnificent.

Selfish, I know, and it is exactly what I'm doing right here, I don't deserve sympathy or forgiveness for abandoning everything, all I ask for is understanding. That one person, one soul in the whole world could try to understand my reason.

And I would also like to apologize if the writing plan and character setting contradict each other or seem incomplete, as this whole document is written in haste, I don't have enough time to proofread or thorough out the details for everything.

Thanks for all the likes, following, and favorites for my story, it was a pleasant journey in my wonderful experience in fiction writing and reading, and I hope you who enjoy fiction will continue finding joy and happiness and enjoying the wonderful world of writing.

This is Sun Chi-Wei 孫其暐, pen internet name EXRB, day 2022/10/22, signing out. Thank you for your patience and your time, random strangers on the internet. And farewell.

May our paths cross again, in another reality, in another fiction, in another life.

May we all be able to find our passion and happiness.