You stare at the figure across the fire. A tall, blond, scraggly man with and an eye of brightest blue. He is the personification of old and serious. Glum and downtrodden in a fantasy world as jubilant and alive as Ever After. It becomes quite clear that there is something different about him. He does not belong here.
"You waited." He says. You realize that you can not see the other half of his body. It is covered by the dark of the night and by something far scarier than that. He pokes at the fire with a stick. "You waited all this time to hear the rest of my story."
He chuckles.
"Its nothing special. Some could call it contrived, unoriginal, too unbelievable. They would be right and wrong. I think it was all those things, but with a hint of originality and uniqueness to me and him."
The man smiles, but the other half that should be covered in darkness glows white with mirth.
"Sauron would have killed the rest of the boarding members of the White Fang. We would have split from Blake, Weiss, Roman, and Neo in Atlas. There we would have worked with Dr. Poledina for a time. Research souls or fea as he likes to say." He gives a grimace, as if someone as pinched him when he says soul.
"Time passed. We would argue you a lot. Fight even more." The other side of him swirls with amusement.
"Eventually we would have made our way to Beacon. For some reason we needed the education. Ozpin would have recruited us after sensing Sauron and together we would have start making moves against the Necromancer and Salem." You remember the great game as they called it.
"We would have reunited with Roman and Neo at the docks, and Blake and Weiss in Beacon. There we would have been the best of friends with JNPR and RWBY. They never did question of weird we were. For some reason they also would have major crushes on us. Neo too." He says with an embarrassed smile.
"Although they did make brilliant allies for when we started to see problems with Ozpin. The Necromancer at this point would have had lost his last servant, curtesy of us. Did you know that the servants were all supposed to be based on things found in the body? Water, blood, bone, flesh, etcetera. Really Gandalf was never the most creative of the Maiar."
The man gives You a wry grin as you digest the news. "Yes. It really was a tragedy. His sense of loss for the hobbits who had suffered so much to save their world would have kept him to try and keep them around as long as possible."
"Either way, eventually, Salem would have attacked Beacon and we would have shone our true power. Merged together. Become something far stronger than our halves. Think of a blazing gold plated knight with fiery wings. Fire and steel given the might of an old god."
"We would have won and saved Beacon. Take over Ozpin's forces with our tactical superiority. Our war against Salem and the Necromancer would last for several years. Of course we won in the end. Though at a great cost. I would lose my connection to Sauron."
Then the shadows and darkness that had hid the other half of the man's body sprang away revealing the entirety of himself. It slithered in the air before twisting and reforming itself.
It is a gargantuan figure, armored with plates of obsidian, and nearly twice the size of the older blond man. Its face is covered by a great helm and upon its left hand lay five rings. One for each finger, all of them silver, save for one, which is half silver the other half a blazing gold. Out of the corner of your eye, you see on the right hand of the man is the same layout of rings. They are joined together in more than just a physical sense.
"And that was it. Nothing too special." Jaune turns to You, a twinkle in a usually grim man.
"Thank You, for listening. You waited all this time for my...our story to end. I'm sorry to disappoint You."
"We changed so much over these years. You did as well. We are not the same people we were when I first started telling You that story. Older, wiser, better people, different people."
Jaune doesn't stop talking, almost like he is possessed by a frantic spirit.
"I did not know You would enjoy it so much. I'm not the best story teller, not the best 'artist with words'. So it means so much to me that You waited on mine." The whole world is silent as he continues.
"I became a better story teller because of You, you made want to share everything I could. But of course I burnt myself out. Didn't have the will to finish it despite your support."
"But I came back to give you, and myself, closure. You hopefully noticed it huh? All the emphasis for yourself?"
He finally finishes and he seems younger, more free. He stands and Sauron moves to follow him, a silent giant.
"One last thing." Jaune turns to you.
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"We must fulfill our destinies."
Flashes of strange images fill your mind.
A leader, with an armada of ships, and an army of soldier.
A brutish wyvern from a different universe wrestling with a grimm in its jaws.
An alien titan of metal shifting with weapons.
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"Hopefully, you will hear those stories too."