Glynda and Jaune continued their journey towards Sumire, the landscape around them transforming with each passing mile. The dense forest gave way to rolling plains dotted with wildflowers that swayed gently in the breeze. As they walked, Glynda's thoughts turned to Vale, her home and the place where her journey had begun.

"Jaune," Glynda said, breaking the peaceful silence. "Have you ever wondered why Vale has always been such a stronghold of safety in Remnant?"

Jaune glanced at her, curiosity lighting up his blue eyes. "No. Not really. I know Grimm are everywhere, but Vale seems to have always managed to keep them at bay better than most places."

Glynda nodded, her gaze drifting to the horizon. "It's largely due to its geography. Vale is located on the northeastern end of Sanus, the largest continent in Remnant. This position grants it some unique natural defenses."

She paused, collecting her thoughts as they walked. The path ahead meandered through a serene valley, the air crisp and filled with the scent of pine. "To the northwest of Vale are shallow waters. These waters, though not impossible to cross, are difficult for the larger Grimm. The smaller ones can make it through, but they often fall prey to the numerous defenses we've set up along the coast."

"Kind of like a natural moat, right?" Jaune commented, his steps slowing as he absorbed her words.

"Exactly," Glynda agreed. "Then, to the southeast, Vale is bordered by steep mountains. These mountains act as a formidable barrier, making it incredibly difficult for Grimm to approach from that direction. The terrain is harsh and unforgiving, with treacherous paths and sharp cliffs."

As she spoke, Glynda's mind filled with images of the mountains she had grown up seeing in the distance. They were both beautiful and imposing, with natural fortifications that protected her homeland. "The mountains also serve as a training ground for Huntsmen and Huntresses. Many of the academies, including Beacon, use the mountainous terrain to prepare students for the challenges they'll face in the field."

Jaune nodded thoughtfully. "So, it's not just about fighting the Grimm. It's about understanding the land and using it to our advantage."

"Precisely," Glynda said with a smile. "Vale's natural barriers have allowed it to endure the onslaught of Grimm over the centuries. The combination of shallow waters and steep mountains creates a safe haven, a beacon of hope and safety in Remnant."

They continued walking; the conversation flowing easily between them. Glynda felt a deep sense of pride as she spoke of Vale. It was a city that had weathered countless storms, both literal and metaphorical, and emerged stronger each time. The natural barriers were only part of the story; the courage and resilience of its people played an equally important role.

As they climbed a gentle hill, the path becoming rocky and uneven, Glynda's thoughts turned to the city's history. "Vale wasn't always the safe haven it is today," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "There were times when the Grimm threatened to overwhelm us. But each time, the people of Vale stood strong. They built walls and fortifications, developed strategies, and trained tirelessly to protect their home."

Jaune listened intently. "Vale is as much about the people as it is about the geography."

"It is," Glynda affirmed. "The natural barriers give us a head start, but it's the determination and ingenuity of the people that truly make Vale a beacon of safety. Huntsmen and Huntresses, like you and I, dedicate our lives to defending it. But so do the everyday citizens, in their own ways. Farmers, builders, scholars — everyone contributes."

They reached the top of the hill, and Glynda paused to take in the view. The landscape stretched out before them, a patchwork of fields and forests leading up to the distant mountains. The setting sun cast a golden hue over the scene, highlighting the beauty and tranquility of the world they fought so hard to protect.

"Look at that," Jaune said softly, his voice filled with awe. "It's like something out of a painting."

Glynda smiled, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and longing. "It's views like this that remind me why we do what we do. The world is worth protecting, every bit of it."

They descended the hill, the path winding through a meadow filled with wildflowers. The vibrant colors were a stark contrast to the rocky field they were in. Glynda's mind wandered to the many times she had gazed out over Vale from the tower of Beacon Academy, her heart filled with the same sense of purpose.

"Beacon was founded to train the next generation of protectors," Glynda continued, her voice carrying the weight of history. "It sits on a cliff overlooking Vale, a symbol of our vigilance. From there, you can see the mountains to the east and the waters to the west. It's a constant reminder of the natural defenses that have shielded us, and the responsibility we bear to maintain that safety."

Jaune's expression was one of deep respect. "Man, hearing it from you makes it feel so grand."

"It is," Glynda said, her voice softening. "And it's a part of who we are. Every student who passes through Beacon's halls learns not just how to fight, but why we fight. For the safety of our homes, for the beauty of the world, for the future of Remnant. I… always believe that I'd be up to the task… that I'd be able to guide students… but it seems that in the end I still know nothing."

Jaune made no comment.

They walked in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. The path grew steeper as they approached a series of cliffs, the rocky terrain challenging their endurance. Glynda welcomed the physical exertion, finding solace in the rhythm of her movements and the steady progress they made.

"This is what it's all about," Glynda said, her voice filled with conviction. "Seeing the world, understanding it, protecting it. If I had stayed at Beacon, I would have missed out on all of this. The beauty, the challenges, the growth."

"You're become what of a poet, Glynda," Jaune grinned at her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "But I get it. Traveling, experiencing new places — it changes you. Makes you appreciate what you have and what you're fighting for…. it's somewhat making me jealous. I want to have a place where I can appreciate something this deeply, too."

They set up camp at the top of the cliffs, the stars emerging one by one in the night sky. Glynda lay on her back, gazing up at the constellations. Each star was a reminder of the vastness of Remnant, a world filled with endless possibilities and challenges.

"Do you ever think about what's out there?" Jaune asked, his voice breaking the quiet night air.

"All the time," Glynda replied, her gaze still fixed on the star-studded sky. "There are so many places we haven't seen, so many experiences waiting for us. It's both humbling and inspiring."

Jaune was silent for a moment, contemplating her words. "It's amazing to think that no matter how much we see, there's always more out there. More to learn, more to protect."

"That's what makes the journey worthwhile," Glynda said softly. "Every step we take, every challenge we face, brings us closer to understanding the world and our place in it. Well… at least that's what I thought. Truthfully, I think I'm just rebelling against it all."

"It's hard not to think when you get into something like that… you said Professor Ozpin told you to take that mission?"

"He did. Investigate the Cult of the Queen."

Jaune blinked, surprised. "I didn't think you'd tell me that easily."

"You saw it already. No need to deny it. I bet you even took the time to look into it."

"I did," Jaune confessed. "From what I can tell, it seems the cult could use a necklace you were holding to command Grimm. May I ask why you were alone, actually?"

"I thought I had it under control… well, you know how that ended up."

"Kinda strange that the Professor would let you go alone."

"It's a task he wanted me to have… knowing how dangerous things were… it's hard to think of agreeing with me when you experience something like that."

"If that didn't happen… would you have agreed?"

"Yes, maybe, but I would have been more curious. Staring at death… leaves an impression, Jaune. I don't want to die without knowing more. To see the world and what it can offer… I thought it would help in becoming the best."

"I'm glad you're still interested in teaching, Glynda. It suits you very well."

"Do you want to see me in a teacher's dress that much?" Glynda teased.

Jaune, for the first time, tried to argue, but blushed instead.

Glynda then continued. "Well, of course, I didn't want to become a teacher because of Oz alone. It was my choice… I just don't think that it's the right time. When I've seen enough of Remnant, then maybe I'll finally settle down."

"You really are something," Jaune said. "I wish I had that kind of plan. Right now, I'm just drifting with the wind."

"You'll find your place one day, Jaune. I bet you can."

Jaune shrugged, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He looked lonely, his thoughts seemingly far away, lost in the vast expanse of the unknown.

Glynda woke to the sound of birdsong, the first light of dawn painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. She stretched, feeling the stiffness in her muscles from the climb the day before, and glanced over at Jaune, who was still sound asleep. The peaceful morning filled her with a sense of calm and renewal.

She rose quietly, careful not to disturb Jaune, and made her way to the edge of the cliff. The view was as breathtaking as ever, the landscape below shrouded in the soft mist of morning. Glynda took a deep breath, savoring the crisp, clean air, and felt a profound sense of gratitude for this journey.

When Jaune finally stirred and joined her, they enjoyed a simple breakfast, discussing their plans for the day. The path ahead would take them through a dense forest known for its diverse and unique fauna. Glynda was eager to study the local wildlife, to observe and learn from the creatures that called this part of Remnant home.

As they packed up their camp and set off, Glynda couldn't help but feel that the forest was alive with the sounds of nature, the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of animals creating a symphony that accompanied their steps. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, grounding her in the present moment.

"Do you hear that?" Jaune asked, his voice hushed with excitement. He pointed to a nearby tree, where a pair of colorful birds were flitting about, their vibrant plumage catching the light.

Glynda nodded, her eyes alight with interest. "Those are Valean finches. They're known for their striking colors and complex songs. It's rare to see them so close."

They stood still, watching the finches with rapt attention. The birds seemed to dance through the air, their movements synchronized in a display of natural beauty. Glynda felt a deep sense of wonder as she observed them, marveling at the intricacy of their behavior.

As they continued deeper into the forest, Glynda and Jaune encountered a variety of animals. They spotted a family of deer grazing in a meadow, their delicate forms blending seamlessly with the surroundings. Glynda noted how the deer's coloration provided effective camouflage, an adaptation that had undoubtedly helped them survive in this environment.

"Nature has a way of balancing things," Glynda mused aloud. "Every creature has its place and purpose, each one contributing to the ecosystem in ways we're only beginning to understand."

Jaune nodded, his eyes wide with curiosity. "It's amazing to think about. There's so much complexity, so many interconnections. Still, I wonder why the Grimm don't attack them?"

"It's a question many have asked, Jaune," Glynda said "A mystery that many tend to ignore... why would they when the risk getting eaten by Grimm?

They spent hours exploring, their pace leisurely, as they took time to observe and appreciate the surrounding wildlife. Glynda pointed out various plants and insects, explaining their roles in the ecosystem and sharing her knowledge with Jaune. He listened intently, asking questions and making observations of his own.

At one point, they came across a small stream, its clear waters bubbling over smooth stones. Glynda knelt beside it, cupping her hands to take a drink. The water was cool and refreshing, a welcome respite from the day's heat.

"Look," Jaune said, his voice filled with awe. He pointed to a cluster of rocks near the stream where a family of otters was playing. The otters tumbled and splashed, their playful antics a joy to watch.

Glynda smiled, her heart light with happiness. "Otters are such fascinating creatures, aren't they?. They're incredibly intelligent and social."

They sat by the stream for a while, enjoying the serene beauty of the scene. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Glynda felt a deep sense of peace, her worries and cares melting away in the presence of nature's wonders.

As the day wore on, they continued their journey, encountering more animals and learning from each encounter. In the late afternoon, they reached a clearing where they decided to set up camp for the night. The clearing was surrounded by tall trees, their leaves forming a canopy that provided shelter and shade. Glynda and Jaune worked together to pitch their tent and gather firewood, their movements practiced and efficient.

Once the camp was set up, they sat by the fire, enjoying a simple meal and reflecting on the day's adventures. The fire crackled and popped, casting a warm glow that illuminated their faces.

"Lot of things to see here," Jaune said, his voice filled with wonder. "I've never seen so many amazing animals up close."

"Any favorites?"

"The bird probably… but if you asked me what's my favorite… it would be a jackalope."

"Ever seen one?"

"Rode one."

"What are you? The rusted knight?"

Jaune shrugged. "It was a very kind creature."

"Is that so?"

Glynda then poked the fire. "There's something I've been thinking about," she said, her voice soft.

"What is it?" Jaune asked, his gaze attentive.

Glynda took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Traveling and seeing the world has taught me so much. But more than that, it's made me realize how interconnected everything is. Every creature, every plant, every landscape — they're all part of a larger whole. And we, as Huntsmen and Huntresses, have a responsibility to protect that balance."

Jaune nodded, his expression serious. "I've been thinking the same thing. It's not just about fighting the Grimm. It's about preserving the world, understanding it, and respecting it. Every little kindness you gave to these creatures… who knows how they'd pay you back?"

Glynda smiled, her heart warmed by his words.

Jaune and Glynda's journeyed from the dense forest to the open plains had been smooth. Hours passed, and the forest gradually began to thin. The trees gave way to rolling hills, and the air grew cooler as they ascended.

Finally, as the sun began to set, they reached the top of a hill. From their vantage point, they could see the village of Sumire in the distance. The village was nestled in a valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides. It was a picturesque scene, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the landscape.

But the beauty of the scene was marred by the sight of smoke rising from the village. Glynda's heart sank as she realized what it meant. Sumire was under attack.

"Jaune, look," Glynda said, pointing towards the village. "Sumire is in trouble."

Jaune's expression hardened as he followed her gaze. "We need to hurry."

They descended the hill at a rapid pace, their urgency propelling them forward. As they drew closer to Sumire, the sounds of battle reached their ears. The roars of Grimm, the cries of villagers, and the clash of weapons filled the air.

As they reached the outskirts of Sumire, the scene before them was chaotic. Grimm of various sizes and shapes were attacking the village, their red eyes glowing with malevolence.

Glynda and Jaune exchanged a determined look, their weapons drawn. Without a word, they charged into the fray.

Glynda swung her Disciplinarian, unleashing a series of precise strikes with her Semblance, easily taking down several Beowolves with ease. Jaune, wielding sword Crocea Mors, fought with a combination of strength and finesse. He moved with agility despite his armor, his sword cutting through the Grimm with precision. His shield provided protection, deflecting attacks and creating openings for counterstrikes.

The battle raged on, and Glynda and Jaune fought tirelessly. They moved through the village, street to street, defending the villagers and pushing back the Grimm. The creatures were relentless, but so were they. Glynda's aura flared as she used her semblance to telekinetically hurl debris at the Grimm, creating barriers and obstacles to slow their advance.

Jaune's leadership skills shone as he coordinated the villagers, rallying them and providing guidance while keeping them safe.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy, and an eerie silence replaced the sounds of the dying Grirmm. Glynda's instincts flared to life, a sense of impending danger creeping up her spine.

"Do you feel that?" Jaune asked, his voice low and tense.

Glynda nodded, her gaze scanning the surroundings. "Something's not right."

Suddenly, a low, guttural growl resonated through the air, sending a chill down their spines. Emerging from the shadows at the edge of the village was a massive Beowolf, unlike any they had ever seen. Its body was covered in bone-white armor, each piece intricately carved with ancient symbols. The creature's eyes glowed with an unnatural, malevolent light, and its presence exuded an aura of pure terror.

"An ancient Grimm…" Glynda breathed, her grip tightening on her riding crop. "This isn't good."

The villagers froze in fear, their earlier relief turning into dread. The ancient Beowolf advanced slowly, its armored form making it look almost invincible. It let out a deafening roar; the sound reverberating through the village and sending a wave of fear through everyone present.

"Jaune, we need to take this thing down," Glynda said, her voice firm and resolute. "If we don't, it will destroy everything."

Jaune nodded, his expression determined as he transformed Crocea Mors into its two-handed form. "Right behind you, Glynda."

With weapons at the ready, Glynda and Jaune charged towards the ancient Beowolf.

The creature's eyes locked onto them and moved with surprising speed, its massive form a blur as it lunged forward.

NOTE: And that's all the chapter I have on my backlog for this... will have to write the next chapters now.

Thanks for reading!