Neo would never admit it, but she is scared. Thousands of feet in the air, surrounded by black as the Nevermores swarm the skies, with only her favourite umbrella keeping her from plummeting like some idiot who couldn't do her one job right. Though, if it weren't for her semblance, she'd have already been Grimm food because they. Are. Everywhere. Shrieking abominations of nature that won't stop touching her with their inky black feathers-that-aren't-real-feathers. The world is wrong and she would be shaking from fear alone if the wind currents would hold her umbrella still for a moment and stop throwing her around!

So, yah.

Scared.

But she's more terrified for Roman.

There was a moment that will probably haunt her nightmares – if she survives this nightmare – where she was thrown through the air at just the right angle to see the command ship burst into flames. And Roman – the person she was supposed to keep safe – had no way off the ship. She didn't even have a way off the ship until Red decided to be a little brat and let physics take over.

If Neo survives this, the ice-cream themed girl is going to push Red off a cliff into a Nevermore nest. See how she likes it.

Neo wishes the sky one last goodbye before the Grimm contingency swallows the last light. She is consumed in absolute horror at the feel of the Nevermores moving in scattered patterns around her. Her head hurts at their shrieks and screams. Her body protests every breath and every muscle that grips on to the umbrella like the lifeline it needs to be.

A long, loud noise pounds through the screams of the Nevermores and into her head. Neo gasps – inhaling the taste of dread and musk Grimm are surrounded with – as her umbrella is jerked and almost slips from her hands. Neo grits her teeth and stares at the pink-illusioned-to-be-black of her umbrella's underside as she's dragged horizontally through the air.

The loud noise sounds again. Neo shuts her eyes, not wanting to look into the black mess of Grimm she's hurtling towards. It was a good run. Maybe she's close enough to the ground she can finally let go.

The noise sounds more like a gong between the shrill cries of the Grimm. Neo wants to open her eyes, but sweat, exhaustion, and fear say a hard no to that idea.

The gong sounds.

And the screaming stops.

Neo takes a few quick breathes. When nothing else happens, she peeks an eye open. Everything is still dark, but she can see outlines below. She's still a long way from the ground. Not as high as before, but definitely not a survivable height. Neo takes a moment to breathe at the sheer incredulousness of it all. Seconds ago, she wasn't sure she was going to survive. Now, she's drifting slowly to the ground with her umbrella. Neo can't help the hiss of laughter that escapes her.

The gong sounds again, much more close this time. The woman grits her teeth as a stray breeze pushes her to the side. Neo can't help breaking into mostly silent laughter at the relief zipping through her nerves. There is a walled town. A walled, safe town. And, even though she's unsure about where – or how far – this minuscule village is from Beacon, Neo is too happy at seeing the Grimm-free hick town to care.

The moon is awfully bright tonight, the woman thinks a bit hysterically. It really shines on the whole world.

The brightest is the large structure making those gong-like sounds in the middle of town. Neo narrows her eyes, before acknowledgment kicks in. It's a clock tower. And it's making that noise to let everyone know it's midnight.

Wait…

Neo draws in a swift breath at the rapidly growing tower. Her arms strain as she tries to climb up her umbrella. It's not working, and her wide eyes switch between the clasp she's desperately grabbing for and the ever-growing tower that's less than a dozen meters in front of her.

Neo almost swears. Almost. But that would be like admitting fear. She reaches the clasp and shuts the umbrella.

Physics decides to be a cruel mistress as she drops. Gravity takes over and slams her face-first into the clock tower.

With a defeated groan, Neo peels back and drops away from the building like a rock. Dizzy and tired, the woman almost doesn't react as she lies on her back. But the moon's kind-of hard to miss.

Well. Neo breathes hard at the sight of the large smiling face staring down at her. She doesn't know what's worse, a complete moon or the sinister grin.

If this is death, it needs to try harder.

Morning of the First Day: 78 Hours Remaining

Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda or RWBY franchises. The Legend of Zelda belongs to Nintendo. RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth.

A/N: I've been going through my old, unposted stories and found this. I don't know… I thought it might be nice to put this up… Thanks for reading