He didn't like this sky; that was the thought that ran through Professor Ozpin's mind as he stared outside his office and frowned. His cup of hot cocoa momentarily was forgotten as he looked to the city of Vale. The weather reports hadn't mentioned anything about a storm today, rather they would be clear for the rest of the week. Now though, the sky clearly showed signs of a storm brewing - one that was growing, and growing fast at that. This wasn't an everyday storm. He told himself. This wasn't the maiden's powers either. This was… this was something else, something ancient and… "I haven't felt something like this in…" No… it couldn't be. He hadn't felt anything like this in a long, long time. Not since… He took one final drink of his cocoa before standing, reaching for his trusted cane, the Long Memory before walking outside his office. He had something he needed to check out.

Streets of Vale

"What the fuck just happened?"

"I don't have a fucking clue…" Gales muttered as he found himself being half-dragged/half carried across the streets as he tried nursing the absolute worst headache he'd ever had in his 16 years alive. One second he was in front of a crystal, the next he was in an alleyway with a woman carrying him through the streets. 'Side note, she is surprisingly strong.' Gales thought offhand as the woman continued carrying him and his weapon down the street. "That's kinda hot~"

"What's hot?"

"Nothing." Gales muttered as he tried carrying him own weight and stumbled. "I'm ok~" He told her. "I got this."

"Do you?"

"Yep." Gales muttered as he stood upright, stepped forward… and promptly face planted the cement. "Still ok."

"I doubt that." She told him as she helped the youth up again and went back to carrying him. "Lean on me."

"No~" The youth whined.

"Just do it." She ordered as Gales continued to whine before doing as told anyway. She went back to carrying him through the streets.

"Where are we?" Gales asked after a while. "I don't recognize this city."

"I'm not familiar with it either." The woman admitted. "We can be anywhere in Creation."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'll explain when you don't seem ready to pass out." She stated as she continued walking. "All I can say now is for now, you're safe."

"From your Order?"

"They were never my Order." The woman stated as she continued walking. Gales raised an eyebrow before dropping it, his stomach turning as he suddenly threw up this black bile.

"S-shit." He muttered. "I feel like shit." He added. "You got any more of that stuff you handed me earlier."

"Sorry, all out." Was all his counterpart stated as she walked across the street. "Even if you ended up in a fight, that stuff should have lasted you at least a day." The woman muttered as she glanced at him, ignoring the fact that some strange iron carriage was forced to stop as it started 'howling' at her. "Whatever you did earlier, that change you did, it must have burned it out of your system."

"Uninhibited Access."

"What?" The woman asked.

"Uninhabited Access… that's what… Ashe calls it." Gales muttered. "Hey~" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "Why are helping me?" Gales asked.

"I am a servant of Lady Calista, I follow her will."

"Calista…" Gales muttered. "Earlier you called me… her son." Gales whispered. "So that would mean she's -"

"Your mother." The woman stated as Gales turned to her, before looking away.

"My mother?" He whispered. "But… I already -"

"I'm well aware that your master is your adoptive mother, but my Lady Calista is the one who birthed you." The two fell silent as they moved along.

"What happened to her?"

"My lady passed away many years ago." She told him as she glanced at the young man. "Back when you were a baby."

"Hm…" Gales muttered as they moved on. "And you still serve her?"

"Yes." The woman admitted. "Her lingering will is my will, her last wishes my own." She said no more as she turned her gaze forward, her attention before feeling Gales start to slump to the ground. "Wow there." She muttered looking at Gales. "Come on, I need you to at least help in…" She fell silent, noticing that Gales wasn't responding. "Gales… Gales… shit."

"You look like you could use some help."

Abel rubbed his eyes as the smoke and the light finally died down and prepared his weapons. His opponent however was gone. Forcing him to look around in confusion before his attention shifted to the chunk of crystal. Was it… glowing? Yes, the crystal was glowing for some strange reason, and it was hovering a good foot above the ground. "What just happened?"

"Something we have waited a long time to happen." Turning Abel's eyes focused on Lucio as he lowered his blades. "Well done Abel, you have done well.."

"I did? But Gales… where is he?"

"Safe." His elder, Lucio, stated as he walked up to him and patted his shoulder. "However he is no longer with us it seems."

"No longer… with us?" Abel felt this strange pit nestle in his stomach. "I'm afraid i don't understand, did he escape?"

"It appears so." Lucio stated "The one you call Gales somewhere I'm afraid we can't reach at the moment."

"I don't understand."

"He awoke the Aetheryte from its slumber." The Elder stated, gesturing to the chunk of crystal that was resting not too far from them.. "As you know Aetheryte is crystallized Aether; bio-energy of man and beast and the planet itself. Our ancestors found that it can be used as a method of instantaneous transportation from one location to the next, so long as Aetheryte exists in that location."

"Then, Gales is… He could be anywhere on the planet?"

"Anywhere in the cosmos to be exact." Lucio stated as Abel's eyes widened. "But don't worry he is safe. I assure you of that and we can follow where he has gone."

"How?"

"The Aether connects all of Creation, and using Aetherryte to travel from one place to the next creates a trail that can be used to follow him. All you have to do is call out, find the trail he left, and you will find him." Abel didn't say anything for the moment, trying to process what had been told to him.

"Then…" He said after a while. "I'd like to go now. It hasn't been long, wherever he has gone it couldn't have been far."

"I agree little brother, but I can not condone such an act." The man said as Abel clenched his fists. "That Aetheryte crystal has been dormant for years now and only just reconnected with the flow of life-energy, it is unstable. Give it time and then we will follow him. I'm sorry, but can you wait till it is stable?" Abel seemed to fall silent for a minute before slowly nodding his head.

"… Yes Master Lucio."

"Brother Abel?" Turning his head Abel looked to the side as saw one of their Sisters entering the chamber, her eyes locking onto the Aetheryte for a moment before her attention returned to the ex-hunter. "The Kaiser wishes to speak with you."

Remnant

Vale

One Week Later

It's not the sounds of the city that woke him up, it was more of an instinct really. Something in his head told him that it was time to finally pull himself from wherever he went after losing consciousness. "Ffuuuck~" He groaned as he did, trying his best to move as he muttered something unintelligent under his breath and stared upward. "Never seen a ceiling so white in my life…" Gales muttered as he sat up. Absolutely everything hurt. Then again, pain was quickly becoming something he was very used to, especially since his kidnapping. Thankfully however, everything didn't hurt as much as before. It only felt like a Lao decided to take a nap on him, but that didn't matter at the moment. Right now he had other things to focus on instead of a strained body whining at him as it was. So, looking around he simply took in his surroundings. "Where… where am I?"

This room, it didn't look normal. No walls were this white, and the furniture looked odd. Bed felt weird too. Way to soft - like sleeping on a cloud. Amazingly, he didn't fall right through it. That aside he looked at his arms. "The fuck is in my arm?" Quickly pulling the strange tubes out of his arm as he tossed them aside. Same with these strange… things resting on his chest. When he did some strange machine started making an odd noise but he ignored it as he stood, opting to instead stare at his body. What the hell was he wearing? He ran his aching fingers over the strange gown he was wearing. So flimsy… he'd seen dresses that were made of tougher material.

"Still I guess this will do till I find my gear… hopefully I can find them fast. This stuff is way too breezy." He told himself as he messed with the gown for a moment longer before stumbling for a moment. Balance was still off. "I need to… get to a Guild Knight… tell them about the Lost Order…" Hearing someone gasp in surprise the hunter quickly turned his head as he found a young woman in white staring at him from the door frame before she quickly started backing out the room. "… Hi." She was gone a moment later leaving the teen to scratch his head. "Way she looked at me, you'd think she'd never seen a Hunter before…?"

"Have we found out anything about the young man yet?" It wasn't that uncommon for the Vale hospital to be occupied with visitors, but for them to be the Headmaster of Beacon Academy and one of the teachers was a rare sight, less one of their huntsmen or huntresses were involved in some way or form.

"No Professor, we haven't found anything. No records, no ID, not even a Scroll or a wallet. We can't find anything pertaining to him." Ozpin frowned slightly as he heard the news. No records, unfortunately that wasn't anything too new. There were after all quite a few that still lived beyond the walls of the Four Kingdoms after all. Still something about that bothered the Professor. Even if they were from beyond the walls, there was at least something that could be used to identify them, or at least where they were from. And this one, having appeared during that storm not too long ago… "I'm sorry, professor."

"It's quite alright doctor. Thank you."

"How can there be nothing?" Goodwitch muttered to herself as she frowned and crossed her hands.

"That's… a very good question." Ozpin admitted as he thought back to a week he found this young man and that woman. One who made this shushing gesture as she followed him and Gilda to the hospital. She hadn't really said anything the moment she had made sure the young man was away from deaths door she just… disappeared. Almost literally at that. "There hadn't been a sign that lead them to rediscovering who that woman was.

It was like she had evaporated into thin air.

"Doctor!" One of the nurses rushed into the room as she drew the trio's attention as she took a quick moment to regain her breath. "He - he's awake."

The trio looked at each other in surprise before moving, following the nurse back towards the room they had put their mysterious huntsman in. And once they reached it, the trio took a look at the huntsmen, watching him stare out the window and into the city.

"T-that's impossible."

"What is it?"

"His body… for this past week it was like it was tearing itself apart from the inside out. He shouldn't be conscious for another two weeks let alone be able to move." The doctor muttered, but the huntsman seemed to have heard him. Turning his head as they got a good look at him. A solid 6'2" young man with skin the color of cinnamon and molded into refined muscle. Hair was a long mess of black that gradually became white, implying that the former was some kind of dye. Eyes were curious; a beautiful amber-gold with slitted pupil, less like a cat and more like some other breed of … something. Perhaps he was Fauna? Most likely, no human had eyes like that but at the same time no faunus has pointed ears like he had. Something that stood out was that he had scars. Under that flimsy hospital gown he had enough to rival a veteran hunter. Little scrapes, deep scratches, bite marks… and three were on his face, as well as a fourth that was on the side of his throat.

To say that Ozpin wasn't bothered by the scars would be a lie. He knew that regardless of Aura usage, huntsmen did not continue this occupation without getting a fair share of scars and reminders of past encounters with Grimm, but to see so many on one who couldn't have been any older than 18… In his eyes he was still just a boy, and yet he was forced to carry so many injuries… Life had not been easy for him beyond the safety of the Vale's walls. Still Ozpin pushed the thought away as he stepped a bit further into the room.

"H-hi?"

"Hello young man, I'm glad to see that you're alright." Going silent Ozpin watched the teen tilt his head as he scratched it.

"Uh thanks. Are you the ones that found me?"

"That's right, I must say you're in luck, I was out for a walk when I found you unconscious in the streets." Glynda gave her boss a look as she watched him rest his hands on his cane. Luck had nothing to do with it. When Ozpin had taken to the streets a week ago he had been looking for something, that something just so happened to be the oddly dressed teen before them with a mammoth sized blade on his person. "Tell me, who are you?"

"Gales, Gales Ashechild. Though everyone calls me Wyvern's Eye." He said after a while as he scratched his chest. Ozpin took a moment to frown as he looked at the teen for a moment longer.

"Well Gales, I am Professor Ozpin, and this here is my associate Glynda Goodwitch." Gales tilted his head.

"Goodwitch? That's a curious name."

"How so?" Glynda muttered as she stared at the young man as he seemed to shrug. Staring at Ozpin though, the teen's eyes widened as he seemed to recognize something before coughing into one of his scarred hands.

"Uh so... where am I?" He asked. "And where's that lady?"

"You're in Vale." Ozpin stated. "As for that woman, I'm afraid I'm not sure. She disappeared after she brought you in." He admitted as Gales just frowwned before closing his eyes and seeming to think.

"I see…" He muttered for a moment as he opened his eyes. "Still, Vale?" Gales disappeared into his thoughts for a moment. "Never heard of that city before…" The teen shook his head as he dismissed the thought before something more important came to mind. "Uh right thanks for helping me, but I need to get to the Hunter's Guild now."

"Hunter's Guild?"

"Hunter's Guild?"

"Yeah, I have something important for them to hear about." The teen said as he stepped forward before the doctor stepped in to stop him.

"Are you crazy, you're still in no condition to be moving, young man." The Doctor tapped his shoulder for a moment as his eyes flashed for a moment. His Semblance was more orientated for medical usage, enabling him to see injuries that were beneath the surface His eyes widened at the sight. "By Oum, how are you even standing?"

"Mostly willpower and the fact I've felt worse." Gales muttered as he brushed the doctor off. "But I'll be fine, I'll get some rest after I speak with the Hunter's Guild."

"Then it's a good thing we're here." Ozpin stated as he looked at the teenager.

"You're Hunter's?" Gales looked his and Glynda over for a moment, obviously not expecting them to be as he claimed.

"Huntsman and Huntress to be exact." Ozpin corrected before he looked at the doctor and nodded his head. "This appears to have evolved into Huntsmen's business, could you give us a moment?"

"Uh… oh course Professor Ozpin. And you, get back into bed. Your body needs rest."

"Fine, if hunters are here then…" Gales muttered as he sat down at the edge of the bed and took a breath. He watched the Doctor leave for a moment before rolling his shoulder.

"So what's so important that you need to speak with us about?"

"It's about the Lost Order."

"The Lost Order?" Ozpin began. "Apologies, however I've never heard of this Lost Order, exactly what is it?"

"It's a… well I guess you could say it's a cult." Gales muttered with a sigh. "They… they claim to be the true descendants of the people of the Ancient Civilization, and they're completely hooked on the idea of trying to reclaim the world as their own."

Lost City

"Gales…" Abel muttered the name under his breath as he sat within his chambers, staring out into the Lost City. Seated at his windowsill he stared down at his hand, one carrying a ring with a shard of shining Aetheryte on it. A gift from the Kaiser, something he had received a long time ago. Every time he stared at the crystallized bio-energy it brought peace to his mind. Today though… he couldn't find that sense of peace. "Where are you brother?" The ring didn't answer him, and he turned his attention to the outside world. Listening to the breeze as it rode by.

"You're going to start another Great Dragon War. Why can't you see that?... You were a great hunter, you saw and experienced our ways… you changed. That's why. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me what you're doing isn't wrong."

"… What we're doing isn't wrong little Brother."

"And you believe that?"

"Why couldn't I answer you?" The teen muttered as he clenched his fists for a moment. "I know what we're doing is the right thing. We can save this world, push back the Wyvern and Dragons that stole this world from our ancestors." He rested a knuckle on his chin as he sighed in confusion. "We can correct the mistakes that were cast upon this world, we can reunite the tribes and the clans. We can rule this world Gales. It's our destiny, our birthright. Why can't you understand that?" Was it because he was raised by Hunters, raised the wrong way, raised following the wrong code? "That has to be it."

"This is crazy; if you do this, you'll start a Second Great Dragon War. Can't you see that?"

"I do." Abel repeated. "But in the end it doesn't matter." He whispered as he started toying with his ring "I have to play my part." "He repeated. "If that makes me the villain of this story, so be it." He fell silent for a moment as he took another breath. "Little Brother… Spirit of the Aetheryte, when will you be ready to take me to him?"

Vale Hospital

Ozpin stayed silent as he watched Gales finish his story. He gave Glynda a look, and in turn she looked back at him with that stern look he was used to, and yet he knew that under that hard expression, she was certainly worried. This Lost Order; they sounded just a few steps behind the White Fang - in which case they had yet to openly move in the world. Still they did what they did, because they believed they were doing the right thing; only they had 'Ancestral Blood' that gave them the right to do what they did. It was troublesome to say the least. To know that there was another group like the White Fang that was still out there and they hadn't been aware of.

Then again…

"Thank you for bringing this to our attention." Ozpin said as he looked back at the teen. "However there is something I'd like you to ask you."

"Shoot."

"How did you escape them?" That made Gales pause as tried thinking back for a moment.

"I… I don't know. I was fighting Abel and there was this giant crystal, it glowed and that woman she had me touch it." Gales muttered as he seemed frown. "And… next thing I know I was here."

"Hm… I see." Ozpin began as he fished into his pocket for a moment and pulled out a necklace with a noticeably large crystal in it. "Gales, do you know what this is?"

"That's my necklace, why do you -?"

"I held onto it just in case." Ozpin stated as he handed the teen the piece of jewelry. "That jewel is very expensive after all, you should be careful with it."

"Thanks." Gales muttered as he slipped the necklace onto his neck and sighed in relief.

"Gales, did that Crystal look like the jewel on your necklace?"

"Hm… well now that I think about it, yes."

"Do you know what that crystal is?"

"It's crystallized bio-energy; the life-force of the world." Gales muttered as he fiddled with the necklace. "Why?"

"We call that Dust."

"Dust?" Gales tilted his head.

"Yes and I have to say that is one around your neck has to be one of the purest crystals I've come across in a very long time." By that he meant wasn't elementally attuned to anything. It wasn't fire, nor was it ice. It wasn't air, it wasn't earth. It was just energy… something particularly rare when it came to Dust Crystals. "Tell me, are you aware of what Dust is capable of?"

"It can do stuff?" Gales asked as he looked at his apparent Dust Crystal necklace. "I just thought it looked cool." Ozpin chuckled slightly at that as he heard that. It did look nice, simple but very nice.

"Yes well, with the proper equipment it can do quite a few things." Ozpin stated as his smile slipped. "That said pure dust like your necklace however has a particularly unique factor."

"Like?"

"Teleportation." That made the room fall silent as Glynda looked at her boss.

"Excuse me?"

"Teleportation?"

"Yes, the ability to instantly travel from one place to the next. It's a very rare capability, even by Dust standards."

"Are you saying… I teleported into your city?"

"Yes, you could have been warped from over a continent away, where your customs are different than our own." Ozpin stated as he leaned forward in his chair.

"Excuse me?" Gales began.

"Yes."

"What makes you believe that?"

"To begin, there are no 'Hunter's Guild' on our continent. At least not anymore."

"But you said -"

"I apologize if I misled you, but make no mistake Glynda and I are Huntsmen, however we are not the kind you are used to. We train future huntsmen and Huntresses at Beacon - a combat academy."

"Kay~ but-"

"Not only that, while I admit that your choice of attire is familiar to me, I haven't seen anything like it in a long time." Less he considered museum pieces. "No known nations on Remnant have carried huntsmen's gear like yours in well over a few centuries."

"So~ my gear's outdated here?"

"Yes."

"And I… teleported maybe halfway across the planet."

"I'm afraid so.

"That sounds crazy."

"Indeed." Glynda stated as she crossed her arms and looked at Ozpin.

"Yes well if there's anything I've learned in my life it's that the craziest of solutions are still very much possible."

"Ain't that the truth." Gales muttered as he looked at his hands and noticed they were trembling. On command he grabbed them, locking his fingers around each other as he took a breath.

"Are you alright, should I call the Doctor in?" Gynda asked as Gales shook his head.

"No it's… nothing. Just some lingering pain. Lots of bruises ya know."

"Hm." Ozpin didn't say anything for a moment as he stood, Glynda following his example as Ozpin stepped towards the door. "I'll call the doctor just in case, in the meantime you should get some rest, Gales."

"Hold on…" Gales paused as he looked at the man. "If I really am on another continent… how do I get back to my own?"

"If I had to guess I'd say by boat or by plane. However there's still the problem of first finding the direction of your home continent."

"I see… then… what happens to me now?"

"That's up to you Gales." Ozpin stepped through the door as Glynda followed, neither noticing the teen throwing up mere moments later.

"Teleportation? You're serious about that?" Glynda asked as she crossed her arms and looked at Ozpin. "That sounds utterly ridiculous."

"Indeed, and yet it's true. Then again even after all these years we still don't know the full capabilities of Dust." It wasn't a lie, after all Dust Mages and Alchemists were still learning what it could do. Blending different strands of Dust together to make new Elements.

"True but even if that necklace of his is made of Dust there's no way it could be powerful enough to cause him to teleport across continents."

"At least not one that size." Ozpin corrected as he looked at Glynda. "But the one he described, maybe, it would have to be an extremely large Dust Crystal."

"Yes, well on that…" Glynda began as she took a breath. "A type of Dust capable of teleportation. We would have heard of such a thing, how could such a thing remain hidden after all this time, especially with as many Dust mines we have."

"It wasn't always hidden, Glynda." Ozpin stated as he stared off to space for a moment. "A long time ago it was as common as any other Dust Crystal, and it was mined in abundance. However at one point they simply stopped appearing in the mines."

"They stopped appearing?"

"Yes. Perhaps we had harvested all there was, perhaps it was simply Nature's way in saying that it had given us enough of that strand. Regardless, I haven't seen that kind of Dust in a very long time, and I hadn't thought I'd see it again - and at the same time I hoped to never see it again."

"Is it that dangerous?"

"In truth it is just as dangerous as any other form of Dust, and like all other forms who uses it determines if its powers can be used for good or evil." He turned back to look at Glynda, a serious expression on his face. "Young Gales managed to use Dust to come here on accident, but what of the Lost Order, who could willingly use it to slip past our borders at will?"