A/N: This chapter is now mirrored from my old account: SoloRogueStudios

Part 3: Fly

A man in a dark-green suit walked through the snowy landscape with cane in hand, the occasional snowflake landing in his tousled gray hair. He was followed closely by a blonde woman in a white blouse and a black business skirt. The mood around them was a somber one and yet they walked with such purpose. The winter had come harshly and suddenly this year but it did nothing to deter them from reaching their destination.

"Professor Ozpin," the woman said, "you know you don't have to do this."

"Yes I do Glynda." the man replied.

"You already have so much on your mind, so much to worry about."

"So, what difference is one more thing going to make?"

"This is different, this runs deep, it's much more personal. You don't need to do this to yourself."

"I said I would go and see it, so I will."

"I know, it's just…I hate seeing you like this."

"Then why did you come with me?"

She took his hand in her own. "Because, you need me."

He gave her hand a light squeeze. "You're right. Thank you."

The two continued to walk, through roads and woods and empty fields, until they finally got to where they were going. They reached the cemetery and began looking around.

"Where exactly is the grave we're looking for?" asked Glynda.

"It should be further in. It'll be among the graves reserved for those who've had a great impact on the world of Remnant, the greatest heroes of our time."

"In that case, it'll probably be right in the middle."

The two continued into the deepest section of the cemetery. At this point the two of them had tensed dramatically. The tightness in their chests and pits in their stomachs continued to build up as they approached the headstone they were looking for. There, in the center of the cemetery, they found a slanted stone tablet on the ground that read,

Monty Oum

Thus Kindly I Scatter, Thus Freely I Fly

Ozpin and Glynda approached the stone with a sense of dread and shock. Even though they had known about his passing, the finality of what they were seeing struck them like a ton of bricks. It was as if all of the sorrow they had ever felt suddenly came flooding out as they looked upon the grave of their dear friend. Ozpin, normally a man in total control of everything around him, broke. He dropped his cane, collapsed to his knees, and slammed his fists into the icy ground. His glasses fell from his bowed head and he cried; for the first time in years, Ozpin cried.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry I didn't…get to…see you…before it happened."

Glynda put a hand on his back to try and comfort him but found herself breaking down as well. Her glasses hit the snow as she fell to her knees alongside her companion. For that moment, their entire world collapsed.

Ozpin spoke once more. "Farewell Old Friend. And thank you for everything."

They stayed as they were for quite some time before they managed to regain they're composure. They helped each other up and looked to the sky, taking bitter comfort in the frigid air drying their tear-stained faces. They saw six crows flying through the air with another crow off to the left; a dark ring seemed to connect them together. Ozpin and Glynda collected their glasses and when they looked back, the dark ring had turned light and the crows were now doves. They stared in awe at the strange phenomenon.

"Professor Ozpin, what just happened?"

"Who knows." he responded while collecting his cane. "Perhaps it's one of life's great mysteries, or perhaps we witnessed our dear friend's last moments as he departed from this world."

The two of them left the cemetery, Glynda clinging to Ozpin's free arm on their way out.

"So, what do we do now?" she asked.

"Now, we have to get back. We have a lot of work to do. No matter what, we need to keep moving forward."

Dedicated to Monty Oum, a man who put his entire being into his work. RWBY is the only the incredible series that it is because of the passion that you and your team put into it, a passion that can be felt in each and every episode. You'll continue to inspire us for many years to come. Even though you're gone, we'll keep moving forward.

A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you will all keep moving forward and I hope that Monty's creativity has inspired your own. Let's all enjoy the legacy he has left us, the legacy that Rooster Teeth will carry on for him. Let's all keep his dream alive and use our creativity to make others happy.

A/N: This chapter is now mirrored from my old account: SoloRogueStudios