Legends; stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past. Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful. But he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction. The creatures of Grimm set their sights on Man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning Man's brief existence into the void. However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time Man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named Dust. Nature's wrath in hand, Man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life. But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone... darkness will return. So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called "free world" but take heed, there will be no victory in strength.

But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you have long forgotten? Things that require a smaller, more honest soul.

Frisk was roused from slumber by a gentle voice. With a gradual fluttering of the eyelids, he beheld two radiant silver orbs peering down at him from above, while he lay upon the floor. These orbs blinked in his direction, and Frisk reciprocated with a blink of his own, before gradually rising to a seated position. He surveyed his surroundings and discovered that he was situated amidst a bed of blossoming flowers. Returning his attention to the young lady who knelt beside him, he met her gaze once more.

The young girl possessed highlighted red tips of hair. She exhibited a fair complexion, accompanied by a subtle blush adorning her cheeks. Her two silver eyes radiated brightness, fixating upon Frisk with an expression of concern. She donned a black long-sleeved blouse, featuring a high collar and red trim on the sleeves. Over this, she wore a black waist cincher with red lacing adorning the front, along with a matching skirt embellished with red lining.

Additionally, she adorned herself with a pair of thick black stockings and black combat boots, accentuated by red laces, red trims around the top, and red soles. Her ensemble was further enhanced by a red hooded cloak, securely fastened at her throat, and a sizable silver cross affixed to her belt. The belt was elegantly draped around her hips at an angle, with a square gray-shaped pocket attached to the side of the cross.

"Um, Hi," The girl greeted, offering a gentle smile as she did so. "Sorry if I woke you up. I didn't mean to. I know my arrival is a little… sudden," She admitted.

Frisk blinked at her in response.

"I was just wandering by and I found you here," the girl explained, gesturing to the flower bed. "Sleeping on a flower bed in the middle of the forest."

Frisk looked about in astonishment. He had noticed the flowers that surrounded him; they were indeed breathtakingly beautiful. However, he had no recollection of ever sleeping on this bed of flowers. Nor could he remember how he had gotten there, nor what exactly had transpired earlier.

He tried to remember what led him here, but his mind was blank. It seemed that the events of the past few hours had been completely erased from his mind. There was nothing, not even a single memory of anything beyond the present moment. And that perplexed Frisk immensely, to say the least.

"Soooo, what's your name?" The girl asked suddenly, breaking through Frisk's musings.

"Mmh…" He hummed thoughtfully, before replying, "Frisk."

The girl smiled.

"It's nice to meet you, Frisk. I'm Ruby." She introduced herself.

She graciously extended her hand towards Frisk, and he graciously accepted it. She exuded warmth and emitted a delightful fragrance; something reminiscent of flowers, perhaps. An aroma that was entirely unfamiliar to Frisk.

Ruby released her hand. "So what're you doing here? Where are your parents?" She asked curiously.

Frisk titled his head. His parents? What are those? He couldn't even recall them. But then again, he couldn't remember many things either… he felt very confused.

Ruby noticed Frisk's confused state. "You don't know what 'parents' are?" She wondered aloud.

Frisk nodded his reply.

"Do you remember anything other than your name?" Ruby inquired, taking note of Frisk's lack of response.

The child shook his head.

"You really can't remember anything, huh?" Ruby murmured to herself. Her brow creased as she frowned, pondering over what she should do now. After a few minutes she turned her gaze back to Frisk. "Hey, I'm heading to a place called Vale. If you want we…we could, you know, travel together?"

Frisk stared at her for a moment, and then he replied softly, "Vale?"

Ruby chuckled lightly, "Yeah, it's one of the four Kingdoms of Remnant. That's where I'm going."

Frisk nodded in understanding. He pondered over her proposal. He wouldn't mind walking alone, but at the same time he's not familiar with his surroundings. He might need the company of someone who knows the area well.

"Okay." Frisk acquiesced. "Let's go."

Ruby grinned brightly and nodded in response. "Okay, let's go."

Ruby extended her hand to assist Frisk in rising to his feet. Once he accepted her gesture, she effortlessly lifted him upright. Upon regaining his balance, he proceeded to survey his surroundings. Unfortunately, his line of sight was partially obstructed by a tree branch, which obscured a significant portion of the sky. However, the tree itself appeared to possess a relatively slender and sparse trunk in comparison to its impressive height. At the base of the tree, the terrain sloped steeply downwards, adorned with an abundance of vibrant green foliage.

Maintaining their grasp on one another's hands, Ruby guided Frisk towards the edge of the forest, leading them onto a meandering path. Although they proceeded at a leisurely pace, Frisk remained vigilant, diligently observing every detail within his field of vision. The melodious songs of chirping birds and the resonant calls of tree frogs filled the air. Curiously, there seemed to be a noticeable absence of wildlife. One could speculate that perhaps the creatures had migrated to more temperate regions.

They continued onwards until the pair finally reached the town's entrance.

The natural splendor of Vale was truly a sight to behold. The city itself was divided into several sectors, each with its own distinct character. There was an upper-class district, a bustling commercial district, a thriving industrial district, a flourishing agricultural district, and a peaceful residential district. Throughout the city, apartments gracefully lined the streets, adding to the charm of each section. Additionally, numerous shops, restaurants, coffeehouses, cafés, bars, and even bookstores were elegantly arranged along the streets, creating a delightful atmosphere reminiscent of a row of dominoes.

Both humans and Faunus could be seen gracefully navigating the busy sidewalks. The adults moved with purposeful steps, their determination evident as they went about their day. Some were on their way to attend various events, while others were returning home to savor the tranquility that awaited them. Meanwhile, trucks rumbled along the roads, diligently transporting goods to their respective destinations. Cars gracefully traversed Vale's main streets, as well as the numerous side streets that branched out from them. It was an ordinary night for everyone, filled with the harmonious rhythm of life.

Frisk was astounded by the remarkable diversity of Vale. His knowledge of the city was limited, merely extending to its name, which intriguingly seemed to complement its visual allure. As they proceeded with their leisurely walk, Frisk observed their surroundings with great curiosity. The streets were teeming with vibrant activity, each district of the city inhabited by its own distinct populace. The architectural styles of the buildings exhibited a remarkable range, yet harmoniously contributed to an overarching sense of grace and sophistication.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Ruby remarked.

Upon hearing Ruby's words, Frisk turned and glanced up at her. "Huh?" Frisk tilted his head.

"Vale." She elaborated patiently, giving Frisk a meaningful look.

"Mmhm." Frisk affirmed with a nod. Followed by a small smile.

They proceeded further along Vale's sidewalk. The duo ventured into a previously unseen establishment, positioned on the right side of the sidewalk that both Frisk and Ruby were traversing. The shop's frontage showcased an assortment of crystals, exhibiting a remarkable diversity in terms of size, shape, and color. Amidst these shelves, one could find numerous stacks of paperbacks spanning across various genres.

An elderly shopkeeper glanced at Frisk and Ruby upon noticing them entering. A knowing smile played across the man's lips as he approached.

"Hello ma'am," the shopkeeper greeted. "Do you have anything in particular you want? We just got a new shipment of Dust, so I'm sure we can provide you with whatever you need."

Ruby looked around the store before shifting her sights back at the shopkeeper.

"Um, do you sell the latest gun magazines?" Ruby asked.

"Just a few shelves down and you'll see our weapons catalog. Hoping you might find something you like?" The shopkeeper replied.

Frisk noticed that the question seemed to make her a little more social as she pulled down her hood and spoke to him in a less nervous manner.

"Just checking to see what new weapons are out," she expressed, her enthusiasm noticeably heightened as the topic shifted to armaments.

"Ah, does that imply that you are a huntress?" Inquired the Shopkeeper. Ruby found the question quite amusing, as evidenced by her giggles and the subsequent blush that graced her cheeks.

"No, I am but a trainee. I'm currently on my way to Beacon," Ruby responded. The words seemed to instill a sense of confidence in her voice, as she gradually grew more at ease conversing with the shopkeeper stationed behind the counter.

Frisk tilted his head.

Beacon? Frisk thought.

"So, is there anything else you need, little lady?" The old man smiled warmly at Ruby.

"No, just needed to check some weapon magazines. That's all."

"Ok, if you have any more questions just let me know."

"Thank you." Ruby made a quick turn and went to the magazines section. Frisk trailed behind her.

The pair stopped near a selection of magazines. Frisk looked down at his belly upon hearing his stomach growling; he was hungry. He frowned and beheld his stomach.

Ruby quickly noticed this and glanced down at him.

"Are you hungry?" Ruby asked.

Frisk looked up at her and nodded.

Ruby smiled and patted his head. "It's okay, once we leave here I promise we'll get something to—"

"Freeze!"

A man wearing red sunglasses and bowler hat stood before the duo. His gun was aimed at them, more specifically at Frisk. Something that Ruby, internally, did not take too kindly.

"Hands in the air, now!" The man ordered coldly.

Ruby raised a brow at him.

"Are you robbing me?" Inquired Ruby.

"Yes!" The man replied, his patience wavering.

"Oh…" Ruby grinned.

Ruby released her hand off of Frisk. She confidently took one step forward. She glanced at Frisk over her shoulder.

"Stay there, Frisk." She redirected her gaze back at the man. "This won't take long."

The man raised a brow at Ruby. "Wait, what're you—"

Ruby pivoted her body, executing a swift kick that propelled the man a considerable distance away. Subsequently, another individual emerged from around a corner, having witnessed his companion's airborne trajectory, and promptly aimed his firearm in Ruby's direction. However, Ruby had astutely anticipated this turn of events. With remarkable agility, she leaped into the air, enveloped in a mesmerizing vortex of spinning rose petals, and propelled herself towards the approaching man. Together, they forcefully shattered the glass barrier and descended outside the premises of the store.

Frisk proceeded with caution, ensuring to remain concealed from the individuals of questionable character within the establishment. With keen observation, Frisk witnessed the altercation unfold before his eyes. Ruby effortlessly dispatched her adversaries, demonstrating not only a remarkable command over her formidable weapon, but also an uncanny swiftness, incapacitating them swiftly, albeit curiously, without causing any fatal harm. Consequently, the defeated individuals were left writhing in evident agony upon the unforgiving asphalt.

"You were worth every cent, truly you were," came a sarcastic voice.

Emerging from the shop was a gentleman, dressed immaculately in a white suit, complemented by a black bowler hat and a cane. His ginger locks subtly peeked out from underneath his hat, while a lit cigar gracefully rested in his mouth. As he confidently walked, he inadvertently kicked a henchman, prompting a subdued groan.

"Well Red I can say this has been quite the eventful evening," he continued towards the girl, dropping the cigar and crushing it with the end of his cane.

"As much as I'd love to stick around, I'm afraid this is where we part ways."

The ginger haired man fired a shot at Ruby. Ruby swiftly dodged said shot as the blast snaked a crater on the road. Upon landing, she scanned her surroundings until she found the crook scrambling up a fire access ladder.

"Mind if I go after them?" Ruby asked the aged shopkeeper as he came out of hiding from his ruined shop.

He gave her a shaky nod.

Ruby proceeded with determination, swiftly making her way towards the fire access ladder. Frisk, undeterred by the shopkeeper's objections, discreetly trailed behind her. With utmost care, Frisk ascended the ladder until he reached the edge of the roof.

"Hey!" She yelled out, causing the thief to pause.

"Persistent..." he muttered under his breath

Declining to pivot and confront them, a few anxious moments elapsed. His patience was rewarded when the clamor of a bullhead transport emanated from a neighboring thoroughfare. Luminous spotlights beamed down upon the two adolescents, momentarily dazzling them as the gentleman in the white attire hastily embarked into the cabin. The luminosity subsided, granting them a momentary respite.

"End of the line, red!" He announced as he threw a red dust crystal at her feet. Recognition lit up in Ruby's eyes.

Frisk climbed over the precipice and ran towards Ruby.

"Ruby!" Frisk shouted, his tone laced with worry.

Ruby frantic turned at Frisk and extended her hand. "No, stay ba—"

At that very moment, another individual descended gracefully between them and the crystal, summoning a violet glyph that provided a protective shield from the explosive impact. This person was a skilled huntress, appearing to be in her late thirties, with meticulously braided golden hair and a pair of spectacles perched upon her nose. She was dressed in a white long-sleeved blouse, neatly tucked into a high-waisted black skirt. A tattered purple cape billowed behind her, adding an air of mystery to her presence. Completing her ensemble were black stockings and elegant heels.

With a hint of annoyance, she let out a sigh and brandished what seemed to be a wand. Adjusting her glasses, she swung her arm in a wide arc, unleashing a barrage of violet energy bolts towards the bullhead. Although the armored hull sustained only minor damage in the form of sizable dents, this did not deter her from actively participating in the battle. Ruby swiftly transformed her scythe into a high-velocity sniper rifle. The thunderous cracks that followed each shot reverberated through the air. Seizing the opportunity, the thief stumbled his way towards the cockpit, as his getaway bird struggled under the relentless combined assault.

"We got a huntress!" The thief yelled at his pilot, who promptly rose from the pilot's chair and headed to the cabin.

The pilot was a woman, dressed in a scarlet gown that gracefully reached her mid-thigh. The gown was adorned with exquisite gold embroidery, and she wore glass high heel shoes. Only her glowing amber eyes were visible, as her face was mostly concealed. Her presence exuded a powerful aura, reminiscent of flickering flames.

The bespectacled huntress, with an air of composure, paid little attention to this new adversary. Instead, she elegantly waved her wand, which emitted a radiant glow of intricate spider-web patterns formed by Dust energy. As a result, a swirling mass of storm clouds materialized above the bullhead aircraft. From within the clouds, large and sharpened chunks of ice descended upon the craft, forcefully embedding themselves into the reinforced steel. The thief, who had taken the pilot's place in the cockpit, struggled to maintain control of the bird amidst this sudden onslaught. He involuntarily uttered a curse, swiftly evading to the left as one shard effortlessly pierced through the canopy, showering him with a cascade of glass fragments.

With a graceful wave of the scarlet woman's hand, a multitude of orange glyphs materialized in the vicinity of the trio. In a swift and urgent manner, the huntress skillfully maneuvered her wand to ensure the safety of the two young individuals, while deftly evading the subsequent explosions herself. In a display of her mastery, the huntress elegantly waved her wand once more, assuming complete control over the resulting debris, skillfully shaping them into the formidable form of a large spear. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she propelled the lethal formation towards her intended target, only to encounter a barrage of fire that gradually diminished its size.

In a strategic maneuver, the huntress gracefully brandished her wand once more, causing the spear to divide into numerous sinuous tendrils that encircled the vessel. However, the pyromancer had prepared a defensive strategy for this onslaught as well. With a swift motion, she extended both her arms outward, conjuring a scorching shockwave that disintegrated the debris into mere ashes. Aiming her scythe rifle with utmost precision, the young girl diligently took calculated shots at her adversary. Regrettably, the bullets proved futile, effortlessly halted by the palm of the sorceress' hand.

In search of a means of escape, the pyromancer delicately cupped her hands together, skillfully compressing the molten energy into a tightly compacted sphere. Once she deemed it to have reached an adequate level, she gracefully propelled this sphere towards her three assailants. The huntress' eyes widened in astonishment as she comprehended the significantly heightened potency of this particular attack in comparison to all previous ones. With determination etched on her face, she swiftly conjured a protective barrier, enveloping both herself and her two unexpected companions.

The ensuing explosion reverberated throughout the city, spanning several blocks, causing the unsuspecting citizens to startle at the sheer force and resounding noise. Despite the presence of the protective shielding, both Frisk and Ruby were forcefully knocked to the ground, a testament to the immense power of the explosion. Gazing upwards, Frisk was filled with awe at the sheer magnitude of the attack. The concrete roof of the building radiated an intense, fiery red, instantaneously heated by the sudden onslaught from the blazing fireball.

Utilizing her profound reservoirs of strength, the huntress graciously unleashed a surge of energy, effectively dispelling the smoke and flames that enveloped their surroundings. However, regrettably, before she could dispatch another series of projectiles, the bullhead had already commenced its retreat into the nocturnal expanse. With a slight crease of concern adorning her countenance, the huntress proceeded to adjust her spectacles and diligently commenced the task of mending the dilapidated roof through the power of her telekinesis.

Ruby and Frisk turned to the woman, looking at them disdainfully. Ruby, for her part, gushed with excitement.

"Oh my gosh, you're a huntress! Can I get your autograph?"

Frisk looked up at Ruby.

"What's a Huntress?"

Ruby frowned at the floor, while Frisk was indifferent and smiled all the while.

The woman paced back and forth before the pair.

"I hope you realize that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly, you two. The both of you put yourselves and others in grave danger," the blonde woman scolded.

The pair found themselves in an interview room at the local police station.

"They started it!" Ruby protested.

"If it were up to me, the both of you would be sent home," she stated, "with a pat on the back..."

Ruby and Frisk perked up.

"... and a slap on the wrist." To prove her point, the woman slightly smacked the table near Ruby's hand with the crop, earning a yelp from the terrified pair.

"But, there's someone here who would like to speak to the both of you."

She positioned herself to the side as an elderly gentleman made his entrance into the room. He, much like his companion, donned spectacles. His crown was adorned with silver, slightly disheveled hair, and his neck was embraced by an emerald scarf. Draped across his figure was a lengthy, black overcoat, embellished with gold buttons, its long sleeves extending to his hands, which were adorned with white gloves. Unlike Frisk, Ruby promptly recognized this gentleman: Professor Ozpin, the esteemed Headmaster of Beacon Academy, and he was carrying a plate of cookies.

"Ruby Rose," he addressed the girl first. He spared Frisk a glance before returning his attention to the girl.

Ruby sat up in rapt attention.

"You... have silver eyes," he spoke as if deciphering a puzzle. The red hood girl stared at him bewilderingly.

"So!" Continued Ozpin. "Where did you learn to do this?" He asked Ruby as he pointed towards the woman's scroll, showing a recording of the street fight.

"S-Signal Academy?" She hesitantly answered.

"They taught you how to wield one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?"

"Well, one teacher in particular!"

"I see," he continued. At that point, he set the plate down in front of her.

Ruby's gaze darted back and forth, torn between Ozpin and the delectable cookies. With utmost delicacy, a pale hand extended towards the tempting treats, gingerly selecting one. She savored it, relishing each bite, her countenance gradually brightening. In a remarkably short span of time, she voraciously devoured cookie after cookie, leaving not a single crumb untouched. She pushed the plate towards Frisk, allowing him to eat the five last cookies.

"I only know of one person who can wield the scythe with such ease..." continued Ozpin. "...a dusty old crow."

Ruby mumbled an affirmation through a mouthful of cookies.

Ozpin stared blankly at Ruby.

She swallowed and giggled nervously.

"Sorry, that's my Uncle Qrow. He's a teacher at Signal. I was complete garbage before he took me under his wing, but now I'm all like, whooowaah watttchaaa!" Ruby described animatedly, complete with hand gestures.

"So I've noticed," replied Ozpin with a slight smile. "And what is an adorable little girl such as yourself doing at a school designed to train warriors?"

"Well... I want to be a Huntress."

"You want to slay monsters?"

"Yeah! I only have two more years at Signal and then I want to apply to Beacon. You see, my sister is starting there this year and she's trying to become a Huntress. I'm trying to become a Huntress because I wanna help people!" She rambled on. "Our parents always taught us to help people and I thought 'Oh might as well make a career out of it' hehe, and sure the police are good and all but Hunters and Huntresses are just so much more cool and romantic and exciting and gosh you know?" She squealed.

There was an awkward silence.

The woman fixed Ruby with a deadpan expression.

Ozpin directed his attention towards Frisk.

"What's your name, little one?" Ozpin asked, smiling at Frisk. Frisk smiled back.

"Frisk." He replied.

"Frisk? Such an extraordinary name devoid of color, I must remark. And based on the attire you are donning, I can discern that you are not a local resident. Am I correct in assuming so?" Ozpin inquired.

Frisk nodded in affirmation.

"I see." Ozpin shifted his gaze back at Ruby. "Do you know who I am?"

"You're Professor Ozpin, the Headmaster at Beacon," Ruby answered immediately.

Ozpin, who had seated himself, leaned forward across the table. "You want to come to my school?" he directed the question to the both of them.

That was something Ruby had not anticipated; a direct invitation from the Headmaster of one of the most prestigious hunting academies in Remnant. Ruby appeared as though she had been bestowed a gift from Oum himself.

"More than anything in the world," she breathed. He turned his gaze towards Raine.

Frisk answered with a smile and nodded.

Ozpin gave a questioning gaze to his associate. She scoffed and looked away, rolling her eyes. Unbeknownst to the two youths, she glanced worryingly at Frisk before quickly turning away.

With a broad smile on his face and looked back at the pair, "Well okay."

"Oh I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me, this is the best day ever!"

"Please stop..." Ruby strained to say under the pressure of her older sister's bone crushing hug. Frisk observed the wholesome sight from behind her.

"But I'm so proud of you!" Gushed Yang Xiao Long, a blonde haired girl of seven-teen. To see her little sister aboard an airship bound for Beacon with her was the most amazing thing she could think of.

She was adorned in a tan vest, elegantly embellished with gold piping. Beneath it, she wore a vibrant yellow low-cut crop top, tastefully accentuated with a black crest resembling a burning heart. The vest boasted puffy cap sleeves, adorned with black cuffs, each adorned with two small golden buttons. A brown belt, complete with a buckle, a pouch, and a small banner-like object, gracefully adorned her waist. The same golden burning heart crest graced this banner, adding a touch of opulence. Completing her ensemble, she wore black shorts beneath her belt, which, when viewed from behind, resembled a pleated skirt.

Beneath the belt, there lies a white asymmetrical skirt that reaches just above the knees. In addition to this, she adorns herself with an orange infinity scarf, gracefully wrapped around her neck. Notably, she abstains from wearing any discernible jewelry. Her choice of footwear consists of brown knee-high platform boots, crafted from fine leather, accompanied by orange socks of varying lengths. It is worth mentioning that her left leg is adorned with a gray bandanna-like accessory, elegantly wrapped around the upper part of her boot. Furthermore, she dons fingerless black gloves beneath her weapons, which take the form of two yellow mechanized gauntlets, adorned with a tasteful black design. Lastly, her long, untamed golden tresses cascade down her back, extending well beyond her waistline.

"Really sis... it was nothing." Stated Ruby.

"What do you mean? It was incredible! Everyone at Beacon is going to think you're the bee's knees!" Yang exclaimed.

"I don't want to be the 'bee's knees' ok?! I don't want to be any kind of knees! I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees." Expressed Ruby.

Yang peaked around her sister and saw Frisk waving her hand at her.

"Oh? And who's this adorable little guy?" Inquired Yang, walking around Ruby to get a better look at him.

"Oh, Frisk, this is my sister, Yang." Ruby gestured Yang to Frisk. "Yang, this is Frisk."

Yang got down to one knee. Resting right arm on her knee. She smiled at Frisk.

"Hey, little guy." Yang greeted, extending her hand out. Frisk took it and shook it.

Standing back up she redirected her gaze back to her sister. Her hands placed on her hips. "So, any reason as to why Ozpin wanted to bring this Frisk along?"

Ruby shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know," Ruby replied, crossing her arms. "I mean I'm glad Ozpin allowed me to bring him along. But at the same time I'm worried that he might not be able to handle it."

Yang stepped to Ruby's side and threw her arm around her neck.

"It'll be fine, Ruby. Besides he has us." Yang glanced down at Frisk. "Right, Frisk?"

Frisk nodded with affirmation.

Frisk directed his focus towards the holoscreen, disregarding the squabbling siblings. A news report regarding the robbery from the previous night was being broadcasted, and now Frisk possessed a name to associate with the countenance of the thief Ruby had confronted; Roman Torchwick. Fortunately, there was no mention of their duo or their involvement, presumably due to Ozpin's intervention. Subsequently, the reporter transitioned to an update on an occurrence involving the White Fang, a movement advocating for the rights of Faunus that had unexpectedly taken a violent turn the prior year, but was abruptly interrupted by a recording of Glynda Goodwitch.

Frisk listened attentively for a few moments, but disregarded it when he realized it was merely a pre-recorded salutation for new students. Instead, he shifted his attention towards the port windows. He gazed in astonishment as the ship maneuvered to provide its passengers with a complete view of Beacon Academy.

A collection of magnificent and intricate spires comprised the central area of the grounds, accompanied by numerous smaller buildings. Leading up to this area was a splendid plaza adorned with gardens, statues, and fountains, all meticulously arranged to enhance each individual feature. Two rivers, one on each side, converged in the middle of this plaza. Connecting the plaza to the landing platform was a lengthy causeway adorned with ivory arches and elegant wrought-iron street lamps.

The platform itself was quite standard and positioned on the edge of a sheer cliff face. A supplementary system of stairways and elevators gracefully descended the cliff face, leading to a small dock. The months he had spent traversing the wilderness were finally proving fruitful. He scarcely noticed Ruby and Yang as they joined him at the window.

"Look! You can see Signal from up here!" She grew calmer. "I guess home isn't too far off after all."

"Beacon's our home now," Yang assured her, putting an arm around her little sister.

Indeed, it was so for the subsequent four years. However, their blissful state was momentarily disrupted when a fellow passenger, a young adolescent adorned with disheveled blonde locks, captivating blue eyes, and attired in a rudimentary suit of combat armor, grappled with the task of retaining his midday meal. In an effort to provide ample space, Frisk conscientiously positioned himself in close proximity to the window, allowing the boy to pass by without encroaching upon the personal space of Ruby and Yang, who were situated perilously nearby.

"I guess the view isn't for everyone," Yang commented.

"It was nice while it lasted," replied her sister.

"I wonder who we're going to meet?"

"I just hope they're better than vomit boy..."

A smell drifted up first into Frisk's nose, then to the two girls. Ruby was the first to notice what it was.

"Oh Yang, gross! You got some puke on your shoe!"

"Grossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgross!"

"Ewww, get away from me, get away from me!"

Frisk chuckled.

The aircraft proceeded sailing towards beacon.

A/N: Well, that was chapter 1 folks. Frisk's journey on Remnant begins now! See you all in the next chapter!