Wow Actually got positive responses and not shit on. Thank you! I went ahead and yanged out another chapter today get more of the prologue set up might have little bit more go at start of next chapter but otherwise we are almost done and should get to entering beacon.
Tying Up Loose Ends
The engine of Yang's motorcycle roared beneath her as she sped through the streets of Vale, her golden hair whipping behind her like a flame in the wind. The city lights blurred as she leaned into every curve of the road, the hum of the engine a familiar comfort. This ride wasn't just about speed; it was about focus. Tonight wasn't like last time—there would be no reckless fights, no explosions. Tonight was about tying up one last loose end. And she knew exactly where to start.
Junior's Club loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering with the familiar hum of nightlife within. She slowed her bike, pulling into a shadowed alleyway, out of sight from the usual suspects who haunted this part of Vale. As she killed the engine, she allowed herself a deep breath, the weight of the moment pressing on her. One more loose end, Yang. One more, and maybe, just maybe, you can start making things right.
She dismounted, tossing her hair back with a casual flip before strolling toward the entrance, confidence radiating off her in waves. The bouncer gave her a once-over, but didn't stop her. Not this time. She wasn't here to start trouble—well, not at first anyway.
Inside, the bass of the club's music vibrated through her bones, and the lights flickered in rhythm with the pounding beat. She moved through the crowd with ease, her eyes already scanning for the familiar faces of Junior's crew. No need to cause a scene this time. No need to break anything over Raven. I know where she is.
She approached the bar and slid onto the same stool she had occupied the last time she was here. This time, though, it wasn't for a fight. "Strawberry Sunrise," she ordered, her voice light. "Don't forget the little umbrella."
The bartender nodded, clearly cautious. They remembered her, and how the last visit had ended. She let herself smile a little as the drink was placed in front of her, complete with the tiny umbrella. She twirled it between her fingers, the sweetness of the drink settling on her tongue just as she remembered.
From the corner of her eye, she saw him—Roman Torchwick. He strolled out of the kitchen with the same smug grin, his cane tapping against the floor as he approached Junior. The Malachite twins flanked him, their sharp eyes surveying the room for any potential trouble. Yang kept her head down, focusing on her drink, keeping the guise of just another blonde in the club.
Roman sauntered up to Junior, his tone smooth, as if he hadn't a care in the world. "Junior, my old friend," he began, his voice carrying a note of mock camaraderie, "I've got a small favor to ask."
Junior, arms folded over his massive chest, gave him a hard glare. "You've got some nerve showing up here, Torchwick."
"Oh, I'm aware," Roman replied smoothly. "But see, I need some information. Dust shipments, all of it. There's a big delivery coming into Vale, and I'd hate for something... unfortunate to happen to it. You wouldn't want your shipment—or Lil Miss Malachite's—getting mixed up in that, would you?"
At the mention of Lil Miss, Junior's face darkened. The Malachite twins exchanged a look, their hands twitching toward their weapons.
"You've got a lot of balls, Torchwick," Junior growled. "You think I'm just going to hand over that information? After everything?"
Roman didn't flinch, but his grin faded slightly. He opened his coat, revealing a small patch pinned inside—a symbol of the White Fang.
"It's not for me," Roman said, pointing to the patch. "It's for them."
Junior's face turned an ugly shade of red, but he kept himself composed. "Get the hell out of my bar, Roman. I don't owe you anything anymore, and I sure as hell never thought I'd see the day you'd work with terrorists." His voice lowered, filled with menace. "I'll give you what you need, but if my people or Lil Miss's get hit, I'll spread word about this. Every criminal in Vale will come for you, and Huntsmen won't be far behind."
Roman paled slightly, his bravado faltering. He gave a tight nod, turning to leave—but before he could take two steps, a voice stopped him.
"Roman? Is that really you?" Yang's voice rang out cheerfully as she pushed herself off the barstool and approached him. "Oh my gods, I didn't even recognize you! It's me—Goldielocks, from Windpath! You remember, right? After you left the orphanage when you turned eighteen? It's been so long! Crazy running into you here."
Roman spun on his heel, his eyes narrowing in confusion. He doesn't know me, but he'll play along. Yang could see it in his face—the quick flicker of calculation behind his eyes.
"Goldie! Wow, it's been forever, hasn't it?" Roman's voice was smooth, but there was a strain in it, as if he was trying to place her.
In that split second, Roman's eyes darted around, looking for a trap. He glanced at Junior, at the Malachite twins, at the door—but that moment of hesitation was all Yang needed.
Before he could react, Yang struck with inhuman speed, pinning Roman against the bar, his back to the counter, her hand clenched tightly around the front of his pants—specifically, his crotch. Roman's breath hitched, panic flashing in his eyes as he tried to parry with his cane, but she was too fast. His arm was twisted behind him, immobilizing him against the cold wood.
"Listen closely, Roman," Yang whispered, her grip tightening just enough to make him understand the threat. "You've got two choices here. First, you stop working for that golden-eyed bitch you're with and start working for me. Second, I fry your nuts right here with a few thousand volts of dust."
Roman's eyes went wide, sweat starting to form on his brow as Yang's gauntlet sparked with electricity, just enough to remind him that she wasn't bluffing.
"And just to make things a bit more interesting," Yang leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Option three, I blow your balls off, castrate you, and use you as bait for Neo. Oh wait—should I say Trivia?"
At the mention of Neo's real name, Roman's facade shattered. He tried to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat. Yang could feel his pulse racing beneath her palm, his fear palpable. He wasn't the charming thief anymore—he was just a terrified boy, cornered with nowhere to run.
"Come on, Roman," Yang purred, her voice soft but filled with menace. "You're smart, aren't you? Make the right choice. I knew you'd be here tonight. My information is solid, and you know I'm not bluffing. This is your one way out. Do it for Neo if you won't do it for yourself."
Roman's breathing quickened, his eyes darting around for an escape, but there was none. He was trapped. Yang had him, and they both knew it.
But before Roman could give an answer, the sharp clack of high heels echoed through the club. The Malachite twins, Miltia and Melanie, had seen enough.
Miltia sneered as she stepped forward, her claws gleaming in the dim light. "Who's this, Melanie? Looks like she's got her hands all over the trash."
"I don't know, Miltia," Melanie replied with a smirk. "But I think we should teach her a lesson. Playing with garbage makes you garbage."
Yang didn't even turn to face them. She let out a slow breath, still holding Roman firmly. "Girls, girls…" She cast a glance over her shoulder, her eyes flashing red for a split second. "Haven't you heard? Be seen, not heard."
The twins exchanged a confused look, but they didn't have time to act. In a blur of motion, Yang's fist connected with both of their faces, sending them flying backward with bone-rattling force. They crashed into tables, chairs, and a group of Junior's men, who quickly scrambled out of the way.
Roman's eyes went wide, his confidence completely shattered. Yang released him, giving him one final look.
"Run along, Roman. Date's over. I'll pick up the tab." She winked, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Just make sure to call me, darling."
Roman didn't need to be told twice. He bolted for the door, his footsteps echoing through the club as he fled into the night.
With Roman gone, the chaos erupted in full force. Junior's goons surged forward, but Yang was ready. She wasn't just stronger now—she was faster, more precise. Each punch, each kick, was delivered with brutal efficiency, sending bodies flying across the room. Her aura flared, her hair igniting in a cascade of flames as she let loose, her semblance amplifying her strength tenfold.
But it wasn't just her semblance this time. She felt the magic coursing through her veins, burning like an inferno. Her hair blazed not just golden but white-hot, radiating power like she
had never known. The goons didn't stand a chance.
The Malachite twins recovered and charged her again, their claws flashing as they leaped toward her, but Yang was ready. She caught Miltia's wrist mid-swipe, twisting it until she heard the crack of just enough for a fracture not a shatter. Melanie lunged at her, but Yang ducked, delivering a bone-shattering uppercut that sent her crashing into the bar.
One by one, the goons fell. Junior, who had been watching from behind the bar, finally stepped forward, his face pale.
"Yang, I—"
Yang cut him off with a single look, her eyes blazing with red-hot fury. "Don't. Just… don't."
Junior swallowed hard and took a step back. He knew better than to cross her now by talking shit.
With the fight over, Yang rolled her shoulders, her aura calming as her hair dimmed back to its usual golden glow. She took a deep breath, glancing around at the destruction she had caused. Not as bad as last time, but still… it felt good.
She turned on her heel and strolled out of the club, a satisfied smile on her face. As she stepped out into the cool night air, she caught sight of Roman in the distance, disappearing down an alley.
Loose end tied up. For now.
Yang walked away, the thrill of victory still buzzing in her veins. She knew ruby wouldn't be here tonight so she made her way out.
Yang stalked through the dimly lit streets, the low growl of her motorcycle fading into the distance. The night air had a crisp edge, slicing through the warmth still radiating from her skin after the fight at Junior's club. Her hands flexed as she moved, each step purposeful, each stride deliberate. Her eyes scanned the empty streets ahead, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unfinished business gnawing at the back of her mind.
Roman Torchwick. The weasel had slipped away again, but this time was different. She wasn't just chasing him for information anymore; now, she was tying up a loose end. And there weren't many of those left.
She gritted her teeth, her thoughts racing. Where would he run to this time? Another warehouse? Maybe one of his usual hideouts? Damn it, Vale's full of them.
Yang slowed to a stop near the edge of the street, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the shadows. Her options were running thin. She could spend hours searching for him, running herself ragged, or she could find another way.
Think, Yang. You've got more resources now.
A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Maybe there's a little magic that can speed things up.
She reached inward, searching for the presence of Connor—the forgotten king bound to her, the one who had promised to help her reclaim everything. Hey, Connor. Got anything in your bag of tricks that could help me track down a rat like Torchwick?
There was a brief pause, and then Connor's voice echoed smoothly in her mind, laced with amusement. "A rat, you say? How fitting. There is, actually. A basic level of clairvoyance should work. I can guide you through it, if you'd like."
"Clairvoyance?" Yang raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Sounds fancy. How does it work?"
Connor chuckled softly. "It's not as fancy as you think, but it's effective. You'll need to focus your aura outward instead of inward. Imagine you're casting a net of energy, searching for a specific target. Close your eyes and picture Roman—his movements, his aura, his energy. Let that guide you."
Yang rolled her shoulders, shaking out the residual tension in her limbs. She closed her eyes and followed his instructions, centering her aura and trying to project it outward. She envisioned Roman in her mind—his smug face, the cocky swagger in his step. She could almost feel him out there, weaving through the alleys of Vale, but as she tried to lock onto him, the sensation slipped through her fingers like sand.
Her eyes snapped open, and she groaned in frustration. "Ugh! It's like trying to catch smoke! How the hell do people do this without going insane?"
Connor's voice held a hint of amusement. "It's not easy, especially for someone new to it. But you didn't do too badly for your first try."
Yang huffed, running a hand through her golden hair. "Yeah, well, I don't have time to get this right tonight. I rattled him enough, so he'll be on edge. That's enough for now."
She began walking again, her mind already shifting gears. Connor can take physical form, right? Maybe that'll help. "Hey, you think you could tail him for me? Keep an eye on him while I take care of things?"
Connor sighed, his voice taking on a resigned tone. "I could… but you might want to brace yourself. Manifesting might surprise you."
Before Yang could ask why, she felt a sudden shift in the air beside her. She turned, her eyes widening as a shimmer of energy coalesced into a solid figure. Standing before her was Connor, the forgotten king himself.
Yang blinked, her mouth parting slightly as she took him in. Dark brown hair, neatly styled in an undercut, framed his pale face. His golden eyes gleamed in the dim light, sharp and piercing. He was lean but not fragile—his frame athletic, built for agility. What surprised Yang most, though, was his height. Connor barely stood at 5'5", his head barely coming up to her chest. Yang, standing at 5'9", couldn't help but feel a bit towering in comparison.
Caught off guard, Yang stumbled, tripping over her own feet. She barely managed to catch herself before hitting the ground, but a soft laugh escaped her. "Whoa! You're… way shorter than I expected!"
Connor raised an eyebrow, offering her a hand to steady herself. "Is that so? I thought my stature was perfect for subtlety and speed." A sly smile tugged at his lips. "Besides, back in my time, 5'5" was a respectable height. Nobility took pride in not altering themselves with magic. How was I supposed to know you future folk would all grow into giants?"
Yang laughed, brushing herself off as she stood up straight. "Yeah, well, you've got a point. People were shorter back then, I guess." She gave him a playful once-over, smirking. "I'm just… adjusting."
Connor smirked back, then casually reached down and grabbed the burner scroll from her pocket. "I'll be taking this." He twirled the scroll in his hand before pocketing it smoothly. "I'll keep you updated on anything I find. Oh, and yes, I could be taller with magic if I wanted to, but where's the fun in that? This is who I am."
Yang rolled her eyes, amused by his roguish charm. "Alright, alright. Just don't get yourself caught, shortie be sure to use your halfing luck if ya got it."
"Please," Connor said, flashing her a cocky grin. "I'm an expert at not getting caught." With that, he leapt gracefully onto the nearby rooftop, moving with cat-like precision. He disappeared into the night, heading in the direction Roman had fled, leaving Yang to stand in the street.
She watched him for a moment, her hands resting on her hips. "Alright then. Let's see what you're made of, Torchwick."
Turning back toward her motorcycle, Yang mounted it with a practiced motion. She revved the engine, the familiar purr of her bike filling the quiet night air. There were still plenty of loose ends to tie up in this twisted second chance of hers, but at least now she has taken care of all the ones she could prep for before school that involved events she knew about,plus now she had some extra help. Her own pocket wizard king thing heh.
As she sped off into the night, the city of Vale stretched before her like an endless maze. Roman was slippery, but he wasn't invincible. His greatest defense was always being a step ahead of us having all the secrets ,but tonight the rug was pulled out from under him. .
Her lips curled into a determined smile. The night might be over but if all this happened from one artifact of what could be done with more I'll need to ask that short king all about them tomorrow.
The next day, Yang sat comfortably in a corner booth of a quaint morning diner. The early light of dawn bathed the room in a soft golden glow, highlighting the peacefulness of Vale in the early hours. She was indulging in a hearty breakfast: pancakes, bacon, and eggs—comfort food she hadn't had the luxury of enjoying in her final years before. Despite everything, she had to admit, it felt good.
As she took another bite of syrup-drenched pancakes, Connor's voice rang out in her mind, cutting through the quiet ambiance of the diner like a whisper in her ear.
"Roman's shaken up. That little display of yours last night got the message across. I'd wager he'll be calling soon. I saw his partner—the mute girl you called Neo—trying to comfort him. Poor guy's nerves are shot."
Yang chuckled around her bite of food. Neo was always there, probably giving Roman a silent dressing down through her dramatic gestures. She could picture it clearly in her mind: Roman sulking while Neo used her hands to scold him. Swallowing her food, she replied internally, "Good. He deserves a little panic."
Leaning back in her seat, Yang frowned slightly. She had been feeling... different ever since she came back. There was a lightness inside her, almost like she was younger again. And it wasn't just physical. Emotionally, she felt more carefree than she should, especially with everything that still lay ahead.
"Hey, Connor?" Yang asked, her voice quieter in her mind. "Something's been bothering me. I know I shouldn't feel this... good, you know? Like, I've got all these responsibilities, these powers to manage, but I'm cracking jokes and feeling way lighter than I should. Is something wrong with me? Is it the Maiden powers? Or something to do with magic?"
She could almost feel Connor's amused smirk through their connection, though she couldn't see him. "Ah, no. It's not magic or the Maiden powers, Yang. It's simpler than that. As much as you feel like your mature, adult self, your body is younger now. And with that youth comes some... let's call it extra energy. A natural effect of a younger body—more enthusiasm, a brighter outlook. Hormones, as you might say."
Yang froze mid-bite, processing his words. "Wait, what? Hormones?" She could already feel her face warming up in embarrassment.
"Yes, hormones. Your body's youth is affecting your emotions—your brain chemistry. It's perfectly natural," Connor said with a chuckle. "If you're wondering why you feel lighter or more... relaxed, well, it's because your younger self is back in charge."
Yang leaned forward, pressing her fingers to her forehead. "Oh, gods. That's why I've been feeling like a teenager again? I mean, I haven't even thought about... y'know... stuff in years." She paused, before letting out a long sigh. "So, what do I do? I can't let this throw me off my game."
Connor's voice turned playful, though still laced with his usual wisdom. "It's nothing you can't handle. A healthy outlet for your youthful urges could do wonders. And no, I don't just mean punching bad guys."
Yang blushed slightly, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, okay, I get it. Thanks for that. I'll... work on it." She quickly shifted gears, deciding to focus on something far less awkward. "So, tell me more about those artifacts, like the crown you were bound to. Are they all like that? Do they have souls in them too? Or is that just a special case with you?"
Connor's voice became more thoughtful as he answered. "No, not all of them have souls. My situation was unique. The crown was originally a magical tool—a focus that boosted my intellect and magical abilities. Binding my soul to it wasn't part of the original design, but in desperate times, desperate measures are taken. Other artifacts might have stored magic or hidden powers, but as far as I know, they weren't created to hold spirits."
Yang tapped her fingers on the edge of the table, thinking it over. "So, we might find some powerful items, but probably not any other souls trapped in them. Still, sounds like it's worth a shot. Do you know of any artifacts we could go after? Maybe something like that crown?"
"Indeed," Connor replied. "The closest one I know of is hidden in Forever Fall. It's another vault like the one you found me in. There's no guarantee we'll find anything... living, but there are sure to be magical items, tools that could prove invaluable. The Grimm are sure to be swarming the area, though."
Yang was about to respond when her scroll vibrated on the table. She glanced down, a sly grin spreading across her face as she saw who it was.
Roman.
She answered, her voice casual but laced with anticipation. "Torchwick."
His voice came through, as smooth and smug as ever, though there was an edge of nervousness there now. "Blondie. You want to talk? Fine. I'm at a warehouse on 32nd and Breach. Come alone."
Yang's grin widened. "Sure thing, Roman. Don't run off this time." She hung up, placing her scroll back on the table as she addressed Connor silently. "Looks like I've got my ticket to Forever Fall. Roman's given me a location."
"And you're planning to use him to get closer to the artifact, I take it? Smart move. But don't underestimate him—he's slippery." Connor's voice held a note of caution, but Yang could feel the respect beneath it. He knew she was playing the long game.
Yang stood up, tossing some lien on the table to cover her breakfast. "I know he's slippery, but I can handle him. Roman's always thought he was clever, but he doesn't realize I've got more tricks up my sleeve now."
As she made her way out of the diner, the morning bustle of Vale greeted her. The streets were starting to fill with people, all of them blissfully unaware of the power plays happening in the shadows of their city. Mounting her motorcycle with practiced ease, Yang revved the engine, feeling the familiar roar rumble beneath her.
"You've got everything you need for this, right?" Connor's voice asked from within her mind, like a subtle presence hovering just behind her.
"Oh yeah, I'm set," Yang replied, the smirk never leaving her face. "Let's go have some fun."
She sped off into the city, weaving through traffic with the grace of a huntress in her prime. Roman thought he was calling the shots by demanding she meet him on his terms, but Yang was one step ahead. With Connor's guidance and her newfound power, Roman's days of being a puppet were numbered. I'm about to cut his strings.
As the wind whipped through her golden hair, Yang's thoughts drifted back to the plan. "By the way, Connor, you mentioned something about the vault in Forever Fall. Do we need a special way to get there?" she asked mentally, her focus split between the conversation and the road.
"The Grimm will definitely slow us down if we go on foot once we land, even with your new magic techniques. We could use your magic stride for faster travel trying to find the entrance in the forest, but we'd still have to deal with a swarm of creatures along the way. Do you have a more... subtle plan?" Connor inquired, his voice filled with curiosity.
Before Yang could answer, her scroll buzzed again. This time, it was Roman, giving her the instructions on how to get to the safehouse he was holed up in.
She smirked. "Looks like I've got my ride," she muttered to herself, revving the engine as she made her way toward the rendezvous point. "Torchwick, you've just become my one-way ticket to Forever Fall."
Yang approached the safe house cautiously, the early morning mist thick in the air as she cut the engine of her motorcycle. The familiar purr of the engine faded, leaving only the eerie quiet of the deserted street. The world had a different feel in this second timeline, a constant reminder that everything could change, even the smallest detail. But some things hadn't changed, like Roman Torchwick, the city of Vale's slippery criminal mastermind, and his accomplice, Neo.
Yang wasn't here to fight, at least not if she didn't have to. There were other loose ends to tie up, and Roman was just one of them.
Connor's voice echoed in her mind, calm and measured as always. "Remember, Roman is expecting trouble. Neo's already in position. She'll make the first move. Stay sharp."
"Got it," Yang replied mentally, her expression hardening as she pushed open the door to the safe house. "But we're playing this smart. They're pawns in a bigger game, and I need Roman for more than just his dust heists."
The interior of the room was dim, a single hanging light casting long shadows across the walls. The stale smell of cigarettes and cheap alcohol permeated the air, mixing with the faint scent of dust and grime. Roman sat at the far end of the room, lounging in a chair with his usual smug smirk, though Yang could see the tension behind his eyes. She didn't need to look for Neo; she knew the pint-sized assassin was waiting in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.
Yang approached the table, her steps confident but measured. She wasn't here to provoke Roman, at least not yet. Taking a seat across from him, she rested her arms on the table, eyes locking onto his.
"Good morning, Roman," Yang said, her voice casual, almost cheerful. "Thanks for the invite. Too bad I didn't have time to bring you a housewarming gift."
Roman's smirk faltered for just a second before returning in full force. He leaned forward slightly, narrowing his eyes. "Cut the crap, kid," he snapped, his voice dripping with suspicion. "Who the hell are you really? I know you're Tai's brat, and your mother is Branwen, but no one raised by that psycho should be as strong as you. So I'll ask again—who are you working with?"
Yang didn't respond right away, letting the tension hang in the air. She glanced briefly at Neo's hiding spot, sensing the shift in the shadows as the smaller girl prepared to strike. It was almost funny how predictable this was.
The moment Neo made her move, leaping from the shadows with her parasol blade aimed directly at Yang's back, everything seemed to slow. But Yang had been ready. As Neo's weapon came dangerously close to striking, a glowing golden hand materialized out of thin air, catching the blade and yanking it to a stop with inhuman precision.
Neo's eyes widened in shock as she found herself lifted off the ground by the glowing hand, her arms pinned above her head. Suspended midair, she struggled briefly before realizing she couldn't break free.
Yang didn't even bother to look at her. Her attention remained on Roman, who was now staring in disbelief, his composure cracking just enough for her to see the fear lurking underneath.
"Let's not make this messy, Roman," Yang said coolly, her voice carrying a deadly calm. "You and Neo are just kids, caught up in something way bigger than you know. Forced into this by that crazy bitch, Cinder Fall. I don't want to hurt either of you, but we both know how dangerous she is."
Roman's eyes darted between Yang and Neo, who dangled helplessly in the air, suspended by Connor's magic. His hand gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white with tension. "You don't get it," he spat. "Cinder's not someone you can just screw over. You have no idea what she's capable of."
Yang's eyes hardened, the intensity behind them far beyond her sixteen years. "Oh, I know exactly what Cinder Fall is capable of. But you're missing the point, Roman. I'm not here to stop your little dust heists. In fact, I need you to keep doing them."
Roman blinked in confusion, his smirk fading entirely. "What? You need me to… what?"
Yang leaned in, her voice lowering. "You heard me. Keep doing what you're doing. Maintain your cover. You need Cinder to believe you're still loyal to her."
Roman sat back in his chair, his mind racing. This girl—whoever she really was—wasn't just some brat playing at being a Huntress. There was something much bigger going on here, and it was clear she knew a hell of a lot more than he did.
Yang took a deep breath, her gaze softening just a fraction. "Roman, listen to me. Cinder's not the real enemy here. You and Neo… you're just kids. You don't have to be on the losing side of this. All I'm asking is that you help me out."
Roman's mind spun. This kid has more information than I do? He kept his thoughts guarded, but Yang could see the cracks in his facade. He was scared, maybe not for himself, but for Neo.
Yang pressed her advantage, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "Please, Roman. Look at me." Her eyes glinted, a flicker of something far older than her youthful face. "Do you really think this is the best option for you? Or for Neo?"
Roman faltered, his bravado slipping. His eyes darted to Neo, who was still hanging in midair, her expression more panicked than he'd ever seen. Neo. He'd promised to protect her, and now here he was, trapped between a terrifying girl with powers he didn't understand and a madwoman who could kill them both.
Yang could sense the shift in his resolve. She leaned back, her voice taking on a softer, almost empathetic tone. "I know this isn't what you wanted, Roman. But I'm giving you a way out. You can still play your part, but this time, you'll be doing it for the right side."
Roman stared at her, weighing his options. Finally, he let out a long, defeated sigh. "Fine," he muttered. "You're right. We don't have a better option. But if I'm gonna be working with you, I want to know—what exactly are you after?"
Yang paused for a moment, her mind racing as she considered her response. This was her chance to earn Roman's trust, and with that trust came leverage. He had never known the full extent of Cinder's plans, not until it was too late. But now, she could offer him something Cinder never had—honesty.
Yang sighed and leaned forward, resting her arms on the table, her eyes locked onto Roman's. She had to make this clear; Roman and Neo needed to understand just how deep they were in. And the only way to ensure their cooperation was to tell them the truth.
"I'm not just after Cinder, Roman," Yang said, her voice low but firm. "This is bigger than her. Salem, the Brother Gods, the Maiden powers—all of it. I don't expect you to believe me right now, but trust me when I say that Cinder's part of a much larger plan."
Roman raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over his face. "Salem? Maiden powers? You're starting to sound like one of those cracked conspiracy theorists, Goldie. I don't do fairy tales."
Yang leaned back slightly, crossing her arms. "Yeah, well, neither did I, until I found out it was all real. Salem's no fairy tale, Roman. She's real, and she's a threat to everyone—Faunus, humans, Huntsmen, even you. She's been around for centuries, controlling things from the shadows, manipulating people like Cinder to do her dirty work."
Roman glanced at Neo, who looked equally puzzled. "Centuries? You mean, like... immortal?"
Yang nodded. "Yeah. Salem's immortal. And she doesn't want power for the sake of ruling the world. She wants to end it. Destroy Remnant entirely."
Roman scoffed, trying to mask his discomfort with sarcasm. "So, what? She's planning to snap her fingers and make us all disappear? Come on, Blondie, you really expect me to believe that?"
Yang's expression darkened. "She doesn't need to snap her fingers. Salem's goal is to gather the four Relics—artifacts created by the Brother Gods that can reshape the world. The Maidens' powers are just a tool to access them. Once she gets all four, the gods will return—and when they do, they'll wipe out Remnant for good."
The sarcasm on Roman's face faded, replaced by a more serious expression. He glanced at Neo again, who had gone pale, her eyes darting nervously between him and Yang. "You're not kidding, are you?"
Yang shook her head. "No. I wish I was. But I've seen it. I've lived it. Cinder's been doing Salem's bidding for years, manipulating people like you to help her get closer to her goal. And when she's done with you, Roman, she'll throw you away like garbage."
Neo's face tightened at Yang's words, and Roman shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly unsettled by the gravity of the situation. "Okay, so let's say I believe you. What do you want from me? Why come after me?"
Yang leaned forward again, her gaze piercing. "Because I need you to keep doing what you're doing. Keep pulling off the dust heists, keep playing along with Cinder's plan. But this time, you're working for me. I need to know everything she's planning—where the dust is going, who's involved, what her next moves are."
Roman rubbed the back of his neck, clearly feeling the pressure.
Yang's eyes hardened. "Just do what you've always done. Stay under the radar, keep your ear to the ground. Feed me what you can, and when the time comes, I'll make sure Cinder doesn't get what she's after."
Roman hesitated, glancing at Neo. She gave him a small nod, her expression unreadable but clearly supportive. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine. I'll play along. But I'm not sticking my neck out any further than I have to."
Yang allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. "That's all I need. Just keep your eyes open and let me handle the rest."
But Roman wasn't done. His face turned serious, his eyes narrowing. "If we're really going up against someone like this Salem... why? What's in it for you? Why risk your life?"
Yang's face darkened, the weight of her past and the future she was trying to change heavy on her shoulders. "Because I've already lost too much, Roman. Too many people I care about are gone because of Cinder and Salem. I won't let them take anyone else. And if I have to drag you and Neo along to make sure that doesn't happen, I will."
Roman swallowed hard, feeling the intensity in her voice. The room was silent for a moment, the weight of Yang's words hanging in the air. Finally, Roman nodded, accepting the grim reality of the situation.
"Alright," he muttered, his voice resigned. "I'll play along. But if this all blows up in our faces, don't say I didn't warn you."
Yang stood up, glancing at Neo, who was still being held aloft by the golden hand Connor had manifested. She nodded at the invisible force in her mind. "Connor, let her go."
The golden hand released Neo, who dropped to her feet gracefully. She gave Yang a glare but didn't make any moves, clearly wary of the mysterious power that had stopped her attack so effortlessly.
Yang turned back to Roman. "We're going to take down Cinder, Roman. And when we do, you'll be on the winning side."
Roman gave her a wary look but extended his hand. "Here's hoping you're right, Blondie."
Yang shook his hand, her eyes hard and determined. "Trust me. I am."
Yang leaned back in her seat, watching the endless expanse of trees blur past beneath the Bullhead. The blood-red hues of Forever Fall were a stark contrast to the sky's soft blue, a scene she had grown familiar with from years of Huntsman training. Yet, this time, her mission was far from the ordinary.
"Well, here we are," Roman muttered from the front of the Bullhead, eyes flicking back to Yang. "You sure this is where you want me to drop you off, Goldie?"
Yang turned her attention away from the window, a grin tugging at her lips. "Yep, this is the place. You're just flying the bird, Roman. Don't get too nosy."
Roman sneered, rolling his eyes. "Sure thing, princess. Just don't get yourself killed out there. I'm not sticking around for cleanup duty."
Neo, who had remained eerily quiet throughout the flight, flicked her eyes toward Yang, her hand twirling her parasol with an almost bored expression. Yang gave her a nod before hopping down from the Bullhead as it hovered low to the ground.
The red leaves of Forever Fall crunched beneath her boots as she landed, a gust of wind kicking up a swirl of vibrant color around her. She watched as the Bullhead lifted off and flew back toward Vale, the sound of its engines fading into the distance.
"Well," she muttered, adjusting her gauntlets. "Guess it's time to find that vault."
"You've grown fond of your criminals, haven't you?" Connor's voice echoed in her mind, the tone light but probing.
Yang smirked, flicking a stray strand of blonde hair out of her face. "They're useful. Besides, Roman and Neo aren't exactly what I'd call loyal to Cinder. They just need the right push in the opposite direction."
"Still, it's a gamble," Connor remarked, his voice thoughtful. "Roman will act in his best interest, and Neo will follow him, but trust isn't something you'll find in people like them."
Yang shrugged. "I know. That's why I've got a Plan B if they step out of line. But let's focus on the task at hand. Where do we start?"
Connor's voice hummed with thought for a moment. "The vault should be nearby. I can feel the faint magical signatures. Give me a moment, and I'll use clairvoyance to scan the area."
Yang crossed her arms and waited, her lilac eyes scanning the blood-red forest. "This place... Forever Fall's always creeped me out. I mean, how has no one found this vault? It's been here for how long?"
Connor's tone shifted, more serious now. "Powerful illusion spells. Anti-divination enchantments. These vaults were built not only to avoid detection by the gods but also to prevent dissenters or invaders from finding them. If this vault is what I think it is, the forest around it has likely been affected by the magic, too."
Yang frowned, her gaze lingering on the endless expanse of red. "So you think that's why Forever Fall is always in a state of red autumn? The trees and the landscape—it's all because of the vault's magic?"
Connor paused briefly, as if considering. "It's possible. This land is rather unique, and the perpetual autumn isn't something I recognize as natural. If the magic from the vault is influencing the environment, then..." He trailed off, a subtle note of recognition in his voice.
"Then what?" Yang pressed.
"Then I have a pretty good idea of who might be inside." Connor's voice carried an uncharacteristic weight, his tone dropping. "It would have to be someone with strong nature magic or... something darker. Likely sangromancy—blood magic. This effect, the blood-red hues of the trees—it could very well be the work of my consort."
Yang blinked, a sense of surprise washing over her. "Your consort? You mean... your queen?"
Connor's sigh was soft, barely audible in her mind. "Yes. Iliou. She was... well, let's just say she's as formidable as she is complex. She practiced both sangromancy and dragon-based magic. Her lineage ties back to the fey and the dragon Mors."
Yang mulled over the information as she began walking, her boots crunching along the forest floor. "So, if it's her in there, she's one of our strongest assets, huh? A vampire-dragon hybrid, part fey, with blood magic? Sounds like a hell of an ally."
"She is," Connor confirmed, his tone filled with a sense of reverence. "But she's also... unpredictable. You'd be wise to approach her cautiously. Her powers are immense, but her time in the solitude realms might have... shifted her sanity. Be on guard, Yang. You don't know what state she'll be in."
Yang chuckled, brushing her fingers against the bark of a blood-red tree. "So basically, we're opening a vault and hoping I don't unleash an insane vampire-dragon hybrid that could eat me alive. Great."
Connor's voice softened. "She's loyal to me, Yang. That much I can guarantee. But it's best to be cautious."
As they moved deeper into the forest, the air around them grew heavier, the atmosphere thick with the sensation of magic. It was almost suffocating, like the trees themselves were alive and watching. Yang's fingers flexed in her gauntlets as she continued forward.
After what felt like an eternity of walking through the crimson forest, they reached a clearing. At the center of the clearing was an ancient stone structure, partially covered in moss and vines, yet unmistakably regal in its construction. The boundary of trees around the vault formed a near-perfect circle, resembling the toadstool rings Yang had heard of in fey tales.
"This is it," Connor said, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. "The boundary formed by the trees... that's Iliou's work. I have no doubt now. She must've used sangromancy to shape the landscape and maintain her presence in both this plane and the fey realm."
Yang's eyes narrowed as she approached the stone door of the vault. "So, this whole time, she's been... alive? Sort of?"
"In a sense, yes," Connor replied. "She couldn't be active on this plane, but by using the circle as a bridge, she could cross into the fey realms and come back periodically. The fact that she was able to manipulate the forest like this over centuries... it's impressive. And concerning."
Yang pressed her hands against the stone door, feeling the cool surface beneath her palms. The structure itself hummed faintly with ancient magic, almost like it was alive.
"Well, no turning back now," Yang muttered aloud, pushing the door open with a slow, steady motion.
Inside, the air was even thicker with magic, an oppressive weight that pressed down on her as she stepped into the vault. Dusty stone walls lined the small chamber, and at its center, resting on a pedestal, was a simple, elegant hilt. It was long, designed for a zweihander, but the blade was absent, as if waiting to be reformed by magic.
Yang approached the hilt cautiously, her fingers hovering over it. "So... this is it?"
"It is," Connor confirmed. "Iliou's artifact."
Yang took a deep breath and closed her hand around the hilt. The moment her fingers touched the cool metal, a surge of energy shot through her, the artifact responding to her presence. For a brief second, her vision blurred, and she felt a presence—ancient and powerful—emerge from the hilt.
A voice, smooth and regal, echoed in her mind.
"Well, well... What do we have here?"
The air around Yang crackled with energy as the spirit of Iliou emerged, her ethereal form shimmering into existence before Yang's eyes. Pale blonde hair cascaded down her back, her red eyes gleaming with curiosity, and her sharp fangs peeked through a wicked smile. She stood tall—at least 5'11"—her regal bearing unmistakable.
"Ah, I was wondering when someone would finally show up." Iliou's voice was playful, but there was an edge of danger in it, like a predator playing with its prey. "And it's you, of all people... Connor's little champion."
Yang straightened her posture, her hand still gripping the hilt. "Iliou, right?"
Iliou's smile widened. "Oh, he told you about me, did he? I'm flattered." She glanced around the vault, her eyes landing on Connor's ethereal form in the corner. "Connor, darling... It's been far too long."
Connor's spoke up not speaking directly into her mind this time. "Iliou, I see your charm hasn't waned."
Iliou's laugh was light, almost musical. "And you're still as charmingly restrained as ever, my king." Her attention shifted back to Yang. "So... what's the plan, then? Are we forming a contract? Because I've been cooped up in this vault for far too long, and I'm just itching to stretch my legs."
Yang considered her options, her mind racing. Iliou's power was undeniable, but the risk of aligning with such a wild card was equally clear. After a moment, she glanced at Connor.
"What do you think? Should I go through with it?"
"Iliou is powerful," Connor said cautiously. "But as I warned you before, she's... different. She's spent centuries in the fey realms, and that can warp someone's perception of time, reality, and sanity. If you choose to form a contract with her, you'll gain immense power, but you'll also be tying yourself to someone who operates by her own rules."
Iliou smirked, clearly sensing Connor's hesitation. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. I'm perfectly sane. I've spent my time in the fey realm, sure, but I've made sure to keep myself... entertained. Besides, I've been coming back here to rest every few centuries. Kept things balanced."
Yang crossed her arms, eyeing Iliou. "And what exactly would I gain if I form a contract with you?"
Iliou's eyes gleamed. "Vampiric strength, draconic resilience, and more. Your speed, senses, and regeneration would be enhanced tenfold. My sangromancy alone would give you control over blood magic, something that could come in handy against the kinds of enemies you're up against."
She paused, her tone becoming more serious. "But I won't lie to you. There's a chance that my influence could... change you. It's not like Connor's contract, where you gain a bit of his skills or affinities. With me, it's different. My vampiric nature, my blood magic—they can alter your behavior. You saw what happened to this forest. It used to be peaceful, and now it's a hunting ground."
Yang raised an eyebrow. "So, what? I might start craving blood?"
Iliou chuckled, her fangs glinting in the low light. "Nothing that extreme, darling. But you may notice... a shift. A little more aggression, perhaps. A little more... hunger. My power is intoxicating, but it's also dangerous. I want to be clear with you before we make any deals. I've seen animals become carnivorous just from being near this forest. My loyalty to Connor is absolute, but I'm not the same person I was centuries ago."
Yang took a deep breath, weighing the pros and cons. The power was tempting, but the risk was real. Iliou's loyalty to Connor was a strong point in her favor, but the possibility of Iliou's influence changing her—subtly or not—was something Yang couldn't ignore.
"Alright," Yang said finally, meeting Iliou's gaze. "I'm willing to take the risk."
Iliou's eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation and curiosity, but Yang held up a hand.
"But not yet."
Iliou tilted her head, her red eyes narrowing slightly. "Not yet? You hesitate?"
Yang nodded, stepping back from the sword's hilt. "I've got a lot on my plate right now. I need to think this through. It's not just about me. There are others I have to consider."
Iliou's lips curled into a faint smile, though there was a hint of disappointment. "Wise of you. This power is not one to rush into. But know that once you make the deal, it cannot be undone."
Yang turned away from the pedestal, her mind already racing through the possibilities. Roman and Neo sure as hell couldn't be trusted with this kind of power. Not yet, anyway. They were still wild cards, unreliable at best.
Her thoughts turned to the people she trusted. Glynda? The idea flickered in her mind for a moment. Glynda was strong, no doubt about it, a powerhouse who valued control and discipline. Mentally, she seemed like a good fit, but Yang quickly dismissed the thought. No, she's too deep in Ozpin's pocket. Too connected to his plans.
Her mind then wandered to Pyrrha. Ozpin's first pick for the Fall Maiden last time. Pyrrha was strong, honorable—she'd be a good fit. But... Yang hesitated, thinking of Pyrrha's fate in the original timeline. Would she want this responsibility again? Could I even ask that of her?
Weiss came to mind next. She's already used to dealing with power and royalty. If anyone could handle a spirit like Iliou, it might be her. She and Iliou might even get along, given their backgrounds.
And then... Jaune.
Yang paused as her thoughts turned to the blonde knight. She mulled over the idea for a split second before an unexpected wave of emotion surged through her. Connor's presence flared in her mind, his own feelings bleeding into her consciousness.
Sorry about that, Yang. Connor's voice echoed softly, apologetic. Let's not with Jaune. As cute as it might be to have Iliou and I on opposite sides of your potential power couple, I'd rather Iliou be bound to someone else. Besides, I think she'd be happier bound to another woman.
Yang smirked. Figures. You're protective, even across centuries. She took one last look around the vault, then turned to leave. Let's head home. I've got a lot to think about.
The flight back to Vale was uneventful, Roman and Neo keeping mostly to themselves in the front of the Bullhead. Roman seemed to have come to terms with the deal they'd made, though Yang caught his occasional glances in her direction, as if trying to figure out who—or what—he was really dealing with.
As they neared the city, Yang caught Roman's eye. "Remember, Roman. You're still robbing that dust shop. Ruby needs to get into Beacon, and that's how she will."
Roman gave a reluctant nod, clearly not thrilled about it but understanding the necessity. "Yeah, yeah. You'll get your dramatic dust shop robbery. Just make sure I don't end up in some Huntsman's crosshairs for real."
Yang grinned. "Just play your part, and we'll all be fine."
Later, after dropping Roman and Neo off in Vale, Yang sped back toward Patch, her mind still whirling with possibilities. There was so much to consider—too much, really—but she had time. Not a lot of it, but enough to make the right decisions.
The sky had shifted to dusk by the time Yang arrived home. The warm, familiar sight of her old house in Patch greeted her, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of events swirling in her head. Parking her motorcycle, she made her way inside, tossing her pack onto the bed as she slipped out of her jacket.
Her muscles ached from the day's exertion, and as much as her mind was spinning, her body was begging for rest. Without a second thought, she filled the bath with hot water, letting the steam rise before sinking into its comforting embrace.
As the heat soaked into her tired muscles, her eyes fluttered shut. The tension in her shoulders eased, and for the first time in what felt like days, she allowed herself to just... breathe.
Nora, Pyrrha, Weiss... Yang's mind cycled through the options, trying to figure out who would be best suited to handle the power she had stumbled upon in that vault. She could feel the weight of the decision pressing on her, but for now, the bath was all that mattered.
Her thoughts drifted again. And then there's me. She considered. Should I just keep it all for myself?
The water was warm, the gentle sound of its movement the only noise in the room as Yang drifted off to sleep, the weight of her decisions momentarily forgotten. The future loomed large, but for tonight, she would allow herself this one moment of peace.
The heat of the bath pulled her deeper into relaxation, and as the world around her faded, Yang felt the last of her tension slip away.
Tomorrow would bring more challenges, more questions. But for tonight, she slept soundly, dreaming of the road ahead.
Feel free to suggest who you would want to get this artifact. going forward they gonna be alot more rare and hard to get don't want character bloat after all but a few oc's for this story are needed since none of people from age of the gods are known. Also this is fanfic site of course give me suggestions on ships as well Muahahaha!
