Currently a oneshot. Might make this as a side/passion project.
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Of Ancient Prophecies
by Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck
Ancient prophecies have always been a target of wide-scale skepticism and controversy. Most people are content to label them as hoax or instrument created by ancient warlords to better control their subjects. I, on the other hand would like to explore another possible theory to explain their origin.
Could ancient prophecies have come from the use of Foresight Semblances by Early Aura Users? Could it be that when our ancestors discovered Aura they tried to find a way out of the darkness cast by our eternal enemies, the Grimm? That this search for a way led for a select few to develop Foresight Semblances?
An evidence of this theory is the well-documented records found from different parts of Remnant detailing the creation of similar images. It is certainly strange that murals from different time periods found in Ancient Vacuo, Vale, Mistral, and even in the frozen caves of Atlas would depict a one similar scene.
A scene of a man stepping through a veil together with either two or four beings to walk the earth. A man set to battle the Grimm and lead the people of Remnant to Victory past a Golden Path. A Messiah come to save all of Remnant.
Many names have been given to this man based on the early form of writings usually found together with the murals. Yet it is only at one region did the pronunciation of one of the names of this mythical man manage to survive to this day.
In the harsh desert environment of Vacuo, where the Old Ways still survive as the people battle daily for their lives, they call him one name.
The Lisan Al-Gaib.
When Team RWBY returned to Vacuo after helping the Justice League save their world, they didn't expect to be welcomed like heroes.
They weren't of course, but they at least expected questions and I miss you's and all that other stuff.
They certainly never expected to find their friends standing on top of a stage while facing a crowd full of people coming from all corners of the world.
"He will make strangers into friends!" Nora shouts, raising her hands towards the crowd.
"""Lisan al-gaib!""" The crowd shouts back, those from Atlas and Menagerie being noticable in the crowd.
"HE WILL HOLD ONTO HIS PROMISES AND NEVER BREAK THEM!" Ren shouts passionately, surpassing even Nora in volume and team RWBY can only gape.
"""LISAN AL-GAIB""" And the crowd responds even louder.
"AND HE WILL DENY HIS STATUS FOR HE IS HUMBLE, BUT EVERYONE WILL KNOW THAT HE IS-" Oscar/Ozpin shouts together, two voices reaching out to the world before they abruptly pause and everything falls silent.
The crowd looks on with wide bloodshot eyes and Team RWBY could only sweat in anxiety.
Blessedly, someone on the stage breaks the silence.
"Guys, I'm not the-"
"""LISAN AL-GAIB!""" The world shouts back, silencing the humble voice.
What is perhaps most shocking to Team RWBY however where those certain people who were part of the crowd.
Winter Schnee. Qrow Branwen. Taiyang Xiao Long. Raven Branwen. And many more people they know shout their throats hoarse into the world.
"""HE IS THE MESSIAH!""" Nora, Ren, and Oscar/Ozpin respond back together, pointing their hands to one person.
"""LISAN AL-GAIB!""" The crowd answers.
"""AND HE IS"""
"""JAUNE! JAUNE! JAUNE!"""
Team RWBY's jaws drop as they focus on the person now bring raised high above the crowd.
There goes Jaune Arc, currently covering his face in embarrassment.
How?! Just how did this happen?!
Buni, son of Bruni, son of Brun, has just turned 17 years old. As per tradition, this is usually the age where the men of his tribe go to the city of Vacuo to broaden their horizons before going back to the desert to wander with his tribe.
While some may call this way of life barbaric, it was something that has kept them alive all this time even from before the Rise of Kingdoms.
While his tribe being nomadic needed many things to survive, Buni's family inside the tribe have always had their sons take the Path of the Warrior. The Path of the Protector. There have been many labels as to what this path will make a person. A Soldier. A Guardsman. And nowadays, a Huntsman.
Regardless of what it makes him though, Buni was sure of one thing. He would rather be a Historian. He was always fond of reading the Stories rather than holding the Spear and it was something that has always been a point of contention with his father.
He never expected however that being dragged by his father towards Vacuo would lead to him living in one of the Stories.
"Buni. Break is over. We need to move." His father, stern face and majestic beard all in all, looks at him firmly.
He stands up resignedly, knowing that whatever complaints he has, his father will just physically drag him along with his superior strength if he has to.
They stand facing one another for a moment. A contrasting image, he knows. The only things that they might have in common are their height and the black hair they both possess. Him, being tall and lanky, while his father stands even taller and burly.
"Son...You know that I love you." His father sighs out, closing his eyes as a harsh wind blows over the dune they were using for cover.
"If you loved me th-"
"BUNI!" The frustrated shout echoes throughout the horizon, startling their mule from its own rest near them.
His father takes a deep breath, doing his best to take control of his emotions before a Grimm finds them as a tasty snack.
"If...If it were not for our traditions, I would have been content to have you train as a historian to be the chronicler of our tribe." His father tightens the hold on his weapon, a spear that shifts into a rifle.
"Would you? Would you really have been content with that?" He asks blankly, hiding the disbelief in his voice.
"Yes. Because even then you would have been all that I needed you to be."
"What is that?"
"My son."
His heart leaps to his chest at his father's words. Tears prick into his eyes but he does not let them fall. He knows how important water is in the desert after all. Before he could open his mouth however, they hear a loud sand just over the dune they were under in.
RIIIIP!
It sounded like fabric tearing apart all around them and both of them instinctively dive down to put their face on the ground. Buni instantly felt his father dive over him, covering his body against harm. Fabric ripping usually meant a sandstorm piercing your meager shelter and nobody wants to be caught in a sandstorm. This time though, there was no sandstorm.
He blinks. His father blinks above him. At the same time, they both stand up and walk cautiously to look over the crest of the dune. Buni knew that just past this dune was the city of Vacuo and most likely the grey metal ships that have been converging on its location. He expects to see that at most but what stands in front of them surprises him.
He sees the city, the ships, and even another floating city of course, but the one that really took his attention were the five people who walked out of a door formed out of thin air. From Buni's point of view behind them, the world seemed to part around it as if a veil parts to a trespasser.
His heart thuds loudly as he begins to realize what he was seeing.
"He will walk past the veil to step onto the earth." His father whispers in disbelief.
His father might have been a Huntsman but every child knew this particular Story.
"He will have companions to hold his hands." Buni continues the next part of the verse.
Their eyes grow even wider as he sees the five people hold hands together, staring into the city past them. That verse was literal?
"He will have people from all across the world greet him."
It doesn't take long before another door through the world opens in front of the people they are looking at and out comes people, foreigners to be exact.
At this point, Buni could hear nothing else other than the drumbeats of his heart. He does not hear his father. He does not hear the people in front of him. He does not hear the desert wind. He hears his own words however.
"As written. Lisan Al-Gaib."
Author's Note:
I think it's obvious where I got the inspiration from, hahaha. If you haven't watched it, it's Dune.
If I ever write more about this its just gonna be a crackfic of people watching Jaune's adventures in Vacuo post V9 and how they started calling him the Lisan Al-Gaib.