PATCH

The serene forest clearing is alive with the sounds of battle. Birds scatter from the treetops as Ruby Rose, dressed in a simple red tank top and black sweatpants, stands ready in a fighting stance. Her crimson eyes are focused, unyielding. Across from her, Yang Xiao Long mirrors her intensity, golden hair tied back, fists raised and ready. A faint breeze rustles the leaves, but neither sister notices—they're locked in the moment.

Yang swings a powerful punch, her fist cutting through the air, but Ruby ducks with practiced agility, sidestepping her sister's strike. Using her momentum, Ruby flips backward, creating distance, then charges forward with determination. Yang braces herself, blocking each of Ruby's rapid strikes, her Aura absorbing the force. Seizing an opening, Yang delivers a quick kick, sending Ruby skidding back.

Ruby recovers swiftly, her lips curving into a smirk. She leaps high into the air, delivering a sharp punch as she lands, catching Yang off guard. The impact forces Yang to slide back, clutching her right arm as she winces.

Panting, Yang straightens up, her voice tinged with amusement.
"Man! You sure pack a punch now."

Ruby chuckles, though her tone carries a hint of bitterness.
"Really? Coming from my stronger, older sister?"

Yang groans in playful annoyance, shaking out her arm.
"It's not my fault you've got super strength now."

Ruby's smile falters, the lightness in her tone fading.
"I didn't want this, Yang. None of it. I didn't have a choice."

She glances at her hand, clenching it into a tight fist, her expression clouded.
"I miss the old me. My Semblance, the speed, everything. And now… now I have to figure out how to deal with this."

Ruby walks to a nearby tree trunk, sitting down with a heavy sigh. Yang watches her, the teasing in her eyes replaced by sympathy.

"Ruby," Yang begins, her voice softer. "Just because you can't go fast anymore doesn't mean you have to be someone new. It's just… going to take time. You've got to adjust."

Ruby looks at her sister with frustration.
"And how long is that going to take? Huh?"

Yang shrugs, sitting against a tree opposite Ruby.
"Well, it's not goanna happen overnight. From what I've read, nothing like this has happened in decades—not since the Great War. The guy who went through this kind of thing… it took him years to master his new Semblance."

Ruby's fists tighten as she snaps, her voice rising.
"I don't have years, Yang!"

Her voice falters as she lowers her head, her anger giving way to desperation. Her fingers brush the burn scar on her neck, a lingering reminder of her last encounter with Cinder Fall.
"I have to find her. I have to."

Yang sighs deeply, leaning forward, resting her arms on her knees.
"I know you want to go after Cinder. I get it, Ruby. But you can't rush this. She's out there, but charging in blind isn't going to help. You've got to wait. Be patient. When that masked guy—what's his name now, Salvator? —reports something, then you move. Until then, you train. We train."

Ruby stays quiet, her frustration still simmering. She finally nods, though it's clear she isn't fully convinced.
"Patience," she mutters. "Right." She tilts her head, giving Yang a questioning look. "By the way… Salvator? That what they're calling him now?"

Yang chuckles lightly, easing the tension.
"Yeah. Apparently, it means 'Savior' or something. He did save Vale and Beacon, so I guess it fits."

Ruby snorts softly, the hint of a smirk returning to her face.
"Well, if I ever meet him, I'll be sure to thank him."

Standing up, Ruby walks back toward Yang, extending a hand to her sister.
"Come on, sis. One more spar."

Yang takes Ruby's hand, letting her sister pull her to her feet. She notices Ruby's burn mark, her expression flickering with concern before shifting to determination.

"Alright, one more round. But don't think I'm going easy on you this time."

The sisters square off again, their stances low and focused. Yang studies Ruby's movements, waiting for the first attack. Her eyes dart to the scar on Ruby's neck for just a moment, but it's enough for Ruby to strike first.

The clearing erupts with the sound of fists clashing, a testament to the bond and determination of the two sisters as they prepare for the battles ahead.

DAYS AGO – TEAM RWBY DORM ROOM

The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the window. The air is tense, heavy with Yang Xiao Long's frustration. Standing near the wall, Yang's fists are clenched tight. With a sudden burst of anger, she punches the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the plaster. Her knuckles ache, but she doesn't care.

Panting heavily, she turns and collapses onto Blake's bed, her golden locks falling in disarray. She stares blankly at the floor, her chest rising and falling as she tries to rein in her fury.

The quiet is interrupted by the soft creak of the door opening. Yang snaps her head up, her red-tinged eyes glaring toward the intruder. Standing in the doorway is Pyrrha Nikos, her green eyes filled with concern.

"I'm sorry for not knocking," Pyrrha begins, her voice calm but apologetic. "I heard a loud noise and wanted to make sure you were okay."

Yang exhales sharply, her gaze dropping back to the floor.
"I'm fine," she mutters. "Just… angry. Really angry."

Pyrrha steps inside, gently closing the door behind her.
"Angry at Jaune?" she asks softly.

Yang shakes her head.
"No. Angry at the person who put Ruby in the hospital." Her voice grows darker, trembling with rage. "I don't know who it was… but when I find out, they're going to regret ever laying a hand on her."

Pyrrha hesitates, then sits down beside Yang, her expression conflicted. Slowly, she pulls out her Scroll and holds it in her lap.

"Yang," she begins carefully. "I… I think I know who it was."

Yang's eyes narrow as she looks up at Pyrrha. Without a word, she watches as Pyrrha plays a video message left by Salvator. The footage shows the chaos on the street: Blake and Sun fighting Cinder, Ruby entering the Dust shop, the explosion as Cinder fires three arrows, and finally Sun carrying an unconscious Ruby from the wreckage.

The Scroll clicks off, and the room falls silent. Yang's jaw tightens, her eyes blazing red as she growls a single name.
"Cinder."

Pyrrha reaches out, placing a steadying hand on Yang's shoulder.
"Don't," Pyrrha says firmly. "Jaune wanted you to stay here until you're sober. And that's what you're going to do."

Yang shrugs off Pyrrha's hand and rises to her feet, her fury barely contained.
"I need to find her, Pyrrha. I need to make her pay for what she did!"

Pyrrha stands as well, moving to block Yang's path to the door.
"I can't let you go," she says, her voice calm but resolute.

Yang glares at her, her hair glowing faintly with embers.
"Don't you dare try to stop me!" she snaps.

"Yang, please."

"Get out of my way!" Yang shouts, her voice cracking as her anger flares.

Pyrrha sighs deeply. Without another word, she reaches out and flicks Yang on the forehead. Startled, Yang stumbles backward and lands unceremoniously on the floor.

"Why, Pyrrha?!"

Pyrrha folds her arms, her expression unyielding.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave. If you can't even stay balanced while drunk, what makes you think you'll survive a fight with Cinder?"

Yang scrambles to her feet, glaring at Pyrrha with defiance.
"I'm going, Pyrrha. Cinder needs to pay, and I'll be the one to do it!"

Pyrrha's shoulders drop slightly as she sighs.
"Fine," she says, stepping aside.

Yang hesitates, surprised by Pyrrha's sudden compliance, but quickly makes her way toward the door. As her hand touches the doorknob, Pyrrha speaks again, her tone sharp and cutting.
"Go ahead, Yang. Get yourself killed. I'm sure Ruby will miss you."

Yang freezes. Slowly, she turns back to face Pyrrha, her expression a mix of anger and disbelief.
"How dare you bring her up!"

"Exactly," Pyrrha replies, her voice rising for the first time. "You're so focused on revenge that you haven't even thought about Ruby. What would she think if you went out there and got yourself killed?!"

Yang's anger falters, her red eyes dimming as Pyrrha's words sink in. She releases her grip on the door and lets her arms fall to her sides.
"She'd be upset," Yang admits quietly. "And angry. But mostly sad." She sighs, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine. I'll stay."

Pyrrha smiles softly, her voice returning to its usual warmth.
"Thank you, Yang. And… I'm sorry for the taunt."

"It's fine," Yang mutters. She starts climbing to her bed but nearly topples over in her drunken state. Pyrrha quickly catches her and helps her lie down.

"Just get some sleep," Pyrrha says gently. "I'll call Jaune in the morning, and then we'll go see Ruby together. Okay?"

Yang nods slowly.
"Yeah… I will."

Pyrrha turns to leave, but Yang's voice stops her.
"Pyrrha?"

She turns back, curious.
"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something… personal?"

"Of course."

Yang hesitates, then sighs.
"How do you feel when Jaune's so… clueless about you liking him?"

Pyrrha's cheeks flush slightly, but she chuckles softly.
"To be honest? I feel sad. And a little angry. Even when the signs are right in front of him, he just… doesn't notice. Why do you ask?"

Yang hesitates again, her gaze flickering toward Blake's bed. Finally, she points at it.

"Blake?" Pyrrha asks, surprised.

Yang nods, her voice soft.
"Yeah. But she likes Sun. And… they'll probably be official soon." She lies back down, her expression a mix of sadness and resignation. "Guess it's my fault for not being clear about how I feel. But… I'm glad she's happy. Even if I'm a little jealous."

"That's natural, Yang," Pyrrha says kindly. "But don't worry. If you're truly happy for her, then you'll find someone who feels the same about you. Love comes in all forms, and it happens when you least expect it."

Yang smiles faintly.
"Thanks for listening, Pyrrha."

"Anything for a friend," Pyrrha replies, turning off the light as she leaves the room.

Yang closes her eyes, letting herself drift off to sleep, her emotions still swirling but her resolve beginning to settle.

THE NEXT MORNING – HOSPITAL

The morning sun filters through the blinds of the hospital waiting room, casting faint stripes of light on the tense faces of the group gathered there. Jaune Arc, sitting awkwardly in a stiff chair, slowly stirs awake. He yawns, stretching his arms before turning to see Weiss, Blake, and Sun nearby. All three look tense, their eyes flickering between the door and the clock on the wall.

Among them stands an older man, Taiyang Xiao Long, his arms crossed, face etched with worry.

"How long have you all been awake?" Jaune asks groggily, rubbing the back of his neck.

"About an hour," Blake replies softly. Her gaze briefly meets Jaune's before shifting back to the door. "We're still waiting for the doctor."

"Right," Jaune mutters, shaking off the remnants of sleep.

Before anyone can say more, the nearby doors swing open with a faint creak. All heads turn as Yang, Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora step into the room.

Taiyang immediately stands, his eyes softening when he sees his eldest daughter. Yang strides over, and without hesitation, Tai wraps her in a tight hug.

"How is she?" Yang asks, pulling back to search her father's face.

Taiyang sighs. "She'll be fine," he reassures her. "The doctor said she's shaken up but mostly okay."

Yang narrows her eyes. "Mostly?"

Taiyang hesitates. "They mentioned running some additional tests. They didn't say it was bad, but..." He pauses, his expression tightening. "The doctor seemed... baffled by something."

As if summoned, the door leading to the patient rooms opens once more, revealing a middle-aged doctor holding a clipboard. His white coat rustles as he steps forward.

"Mr. Xiao Long," the doctor calls, his tone calm but firm.

Taiyang turns, his posture straightening.
"Doctor," Tai greets, his voice steady but laced with concern. "What's going on? Last night, you looked like you'd seen a ghost. What happened to my daughter?"

The doctor clears his throat, his demeanor professional but cautious. "Mr. Xiao Long, what I'm about to tell you is unprecedented. Something like this hasn't been seen since the time of the Great War."

Yang, standing beside her father, frowns. "That was almost a hundred years ago."

"Precisely," the doctor replies, nodding. "This will come as either a surprise or a shock to you... but it appears that the Dust explosion Miss Rose was caught in has caused a unique reaction. Not physically—her body is unharmed—and not mentally either. But..." He pauses for emphasis, scanning the group.

"But what?" Taiyang presses, his voice low but insistent.

The doctor adjusts his glasses. "It seems that Miss Rose's Semblance—her speed—has either gone dormant or..." He exhales sharply, meeting Taiyang's stunned gaze. "Or it has disappeared entirely."

The room falls silent, the weight of his words settling over everyone like a heavy fog.

"Can you... repeat that?" Yang asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Her lilac eyes widen, disbelief written across her face. "Her Semblance is... gone?"

"Not just gone," the doctor continues, shaking his head. "It appears to have been replaced. What Miss Rose now possesses is... extraordinary."

"Wait," Taiyang interjects, raising a hand to halt the explanation. His tone is sharp, commanding. "Does she know about this?"

The doctor nods solemnly. "Yes. We informed her last night. She… didn't take the news well."

Taiyang's jaw tightens, and he looks toward Yang before turning back to the doctor. His voice is firm, brooking no argument.
"Take us to her."

The doctor hesitates briefly, then nods, gesturing for them to follow.

Yang clenches her fists as they begin walking, her mind racing. Beside her, Pyrrha rests a comforting hand on her shoulder, while Taiyang leads the group with determined strides. The hallway stretches before them, sterile and silent, as they make their way to Ruby's room.

BATHROOM

Ruby stands in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. Her hand instinctively drifts to her neck, where bandages conceal the burn mark—a physical reminder of Cinder's attack the night before. Her fingers trace the edges of the dressing, and she winces slightly at the memory.

Her gaze shifts down to her arms, where faint scars run along her skin, souvenirs of countless battles and one near-deadly encounter. Ruby exhales a shaky breath, gripping the edge of the sink for support.

"This isn't me," she whispers to herself. Her voice quivers, a mix of frustration and sadness. "This… isn't me anymore."

Ruby turns to the faucet, twisting it to splash water on her face. But as the faucet moves, something feels off. There's resistance—and then—

POP!

The faucet tears free from the fixture, water spraying out in a chaotic burst. Ruby yelps, flinching back as cold water drenches her.

"Ah! No, no, no!" she stammers, fumbling with the detached faucet. In her panic, she grips the edge of the sink with her free hand, but her enhanced strength causes the ceramic to crack loudly.

"Seriously?" Ruby gasps as a chunk of the sink crumbles in her palm. She stumbles backward, trying to regain balance, but her hand instinctively reaches for the towel bar on the wall.

It lasts barely a second. With a metallic snap, the bar wrenches free, sending Ruby toppling onto the floor with a loud thud.

Ruby groans, sprawled awkwardly on the tile. Water sprays wildly from the broken faucet, soaking the entire bathroom, while she lies there, gripping the detached ceramic sink piece in one hand and the mangled towel bar in the other.

Her eyes dart around the room, and she sighs heavily, frustration bubbling to the surface.

A knock sounds at the door, breaking the tense silence.

"Ruby! Are you okay in there?" Yang's voice calls out, muffled but firm.

Ruby freezes, her eyes wide with panic. "Yeah! Yeah!" she calls back, her voice cracking slightly. "I'm fine! Just, uh, give me a minute!"

"Are you sure?" Yang presses, concern evident. "It sounded like something broke."

Ruby bites her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She looks at the chaos around her—the broken sink, the spraying water, the towel bar in her hand. She winces.

"Nothing broke!" Ruby lies, cringing at how unconvincing she sounds. "Everything's totally fine!"

There's a pause on the other side of the door before Yang finally relents. "Alright… but holler if you need me, okay?"

"Okay!" Ruby replies quickly, waiting until she hears Yang's retreating footsteps.

Ruby sighs, staring down at the piece of ceramic in her hand and the dripping towel bar in the other. The water continues to gush from the broken faucet, pooling around her.

"Yeah… totally fine," Ruby mutters to herself, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She tosses the ceramic chunk onto the floor and slumps back against the wall, her wet hair clinging to her face.

As the sound of water fills the small space, Ruby closes her eyes and presses her palms to her face. For the first time since last night, she lets a single tear fall.

BEACON - OZPIN'S OFFICE

Ozpin stood near the tall window of his office, gazing down at the courtyard. Outside, students bustled toward the airships lined up for departure, their laughter and chatter echoing faintly through the glass. Winter break was here, and Beacon Academy was emptying out for the next month.

The headmaster let out a long, measured sigh. "A month. One. Whole. Month."

From behind him came the familiar clinking of a flask. "Relax, Oz," Qrow drawled as he stepped into the room, taking a swig. "You sound like you're about to lose your mind already."

Ozpin turned; one brow slightly raised at his old friend. "It's not as simple as that, Qrow. You of all people know the weight of this job. An entire school to oversee, and now, an entire month with no students or classes to distract me. What does a Headmaster do with that time?"

"Take a damn break," Qrow said with a smirk, leaning casually against the desk. "You're always so wound up. Now's the perfect chance to unwind. Go do something normal for once."

Ozpin gave him a wry look. "Normal? I don't think 'normal' is quite in the cards for someone in my position."

Qrow chuckled, tapping his flask. "Fair enough. But hey, maybe you could spend some time with Glynda. I'm sure she'd appreciate the company."

The faintest hint of surprise crossed Ozpin's face. "Glynda?"

"Don't play dumb, Oz. I've seen the way you look at her. You think nobody notices?" Qrow grinned, taking another sip.

Ozpin turned back to the window; his expression unreadable. "Glynda is an exemplary professor. Dedicated, skilled, and, yes, a remarkable person. But our roles demand professionalism. Any personal feelings must remain… contained."

"Sure, sure." Qrow waved dismissively. "But what if she feels the same way? You ever think about that? People are gonna talk no matter what, but who cares? You deserve a little happiness, too. Even Peter would be rooting for you two."

Ozpin's lips twitched into a brief, almost imperceptible smile. "Perhaps. It's something to consider… in time."

The conversation shifted as Ozpin's tone grew more serious. "Speaking of concerns, Qrow. Are you aware of what happened to Ruby last night?"

Qrow's smirk vanished, replaced by a dark scowl. "Yeah. Cinder Fall. That psycho nearly killed my niece."

"I can understand your anger," Ozpin said carefully, folding his hands behind his back. "But I must advise against letting it consume you. Miss Xiao Long has already struggled with that same challenge."

Qrow sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I know. Doesn't make it any easier, though."

Ozpin nodded, his gaze softening. "If you'd like to visit Ruby, I can provide the details of her current hospital. I'm sure she would appreciate seeing you."

"I'd like that," Qrow said. "Thanks, Oz."

Ozpin hesitated, his expression thoughtful. "Before you go, there's something else you should know. Something… unusual occurred last night."

Qrow straightened slightly. "What do you mean?"

Ozpin regarded him seriously. "Do you recall the story of the Huntsman whose Semblance changed unexpectedly?"

Qrow's brow furrowed, the weight of Ozpin's words sinking in. "Yeah, I remember. Why?"

Ozpin's voice lowered, deliberate and grave. "It appears that a similar phenomenon has occurred with Ruby. Her Semblance… it may no longer be the one she's known."

Qrow stared at Ozpin, his grip tightening on his flask. "You're telling me Ruby's Semblance is gone? Changed? What does that even mean?"

Ozpin's eyes glimmered with both concern and intrigue. "It means she has become something unprecedented. And I fear we are only beginning to understand the implications of what has happened to her."

Qrow exhaled sharply, his mind racing. "You think she can handle this? After everything she's been through?"

"She will need support," Ozpin said firmly. "From her friends. From her family. And from you, Qrow."

Qrow nodded, his jaw set with determination. "You can count on that, Oz. Ruby's not facing this alone."

Ozpin's gaze returned to the window; his expression pensive. "Good. Because whatever lies ahead, she will need strength not only from within but from those who care for her."

HOSPITAL - RUBY'S ROOM

Ruby sat still as the nurse carefully adjusted the fresh bandages around her neck. Her gaze drifted to the doctor, who gently withdrew the needle from her arm, the tube of blood already secured. Taiyang and Yang sat nearby, their expressions tense but calm.

"Alright, Miss Rose," the doctor said, inspecting his notes. "Are you experiencing any nausea, headaches, or discomfort?"

Ruby shook her head. "Nothing at all. Other than the burn, I feel... fine."

Yang frowned, leaning forward slightly. "Even after what happened with your Semblance. No weird side effects or pain?"

"None," Ruby replied, her tone tinged with confusion. "It's weird, though. Not being able to run fast anymore. It's like… something's missing."

The doctor gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Well, Miss Rose, if you experience anything unusual, don't hesitate to return. But for now, there's no medical reason to keep you here. You're free to go."

The nurse finished securing the bandage and stepped back, offering Ruby a kind nod. "Remember to change the gauze every couple of days. If it feels irritated, apply the lotion we gave you."

Ruby stood, stretching her arms carefully. "Got it. Thanks, doc."

Taiyang and Yang rose alongside her, and the three began making their way to the door. As they exited, Ruby spotted Jaune, Ren, Nora, Blake, and Weiss standing nearby. The group immediately approached her, concern etched across their faces.

"Are you alright, Ruby?" Jaune asked, his voice soft but earnest.

Ruby gave him a warm smile. "I'm fine. Just a few scars and a burn on my neck. Nothing too bad."

Jaune exhaled a breath of relief. "Good. As long as you're okay, we can all relax a bit."

Yang crossed her arms, her expression still tense. "We can't relax, Jaune. Not with Cinder Fall still out there."

Ruby's smile faltered, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Yang…"

Yang's stern demeanor softened as she realized her mistake. "Right. Sorry, Ruby."

"It's okay," Ruby said quietly before straightening up, her grin returning. "Let's just head back to Beacon and grab our stuff. Winter break starts today, right?"

Jaune chuckled, the light mood lifting the tension. "It does. I bet Ren and Nora are excited to visit my family."

"Yes," Ren said with a faint smile. "I am... excited."

Jaune arched a brow. "That doesn't sound convincing, Ren."

Ren glanced away, his voice even. "I'm only going because Nora wanted to."

"Aw, come on, Ren!" Nora chirped, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. Ren's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "I know you're excited. You should really show it more!"

Ren sighed, his composure cracking slightly. "Perhaps a little. Jaune's told us some… interesting stories about his sisters. I'm curious to confirm them."

Jaune rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Uh, just a heads-up, Ren. They're all single. Consider that fair warning."

Nora's grin widened mischievously as she whispered in Ren's ear. "Don't worry. I'll keep them all away from you. You're all mine."

Ren's eyes widened, his composure breaking entirely. Without a word, he slipped out of Nora's grasp and disappeared down the hallway in a blur.

Nora blinked, suddenly falling forward as she lost her balance. "Huh?" Pyrrha said, surprised. "I didn't know Ren could move that fast."

Ruby couldn't help herself and burst into laughter, the sound bright and infectious. Taiyang smiled down at her, his hand ruffling her hair affectionately.

"Alright," Taiyang said with a chuckle. "Let's head to Beacon and get your things. Time to go home."

CAVE

The flickering light of a lantern illuminated the damp, shadowy interior of the cave. Cinder sat at the head of a crude wooden table, her posture composed but commanding. Around her sat Emerald, Mercury, and Roman Torchwick, their expressions ranging from bored to wary. Two chairs remained conspicuously empty, while several armed White Fang members stood at attention along the cave walls, their weapons at the ready.

Roman glanced at his Scroll, scowling as he tapped the screen. "Twenty minutes late. Honestly, I'm this close to tearing those horns off that guy."

Cinder's amber eyes glinted as she spoke, her voice calm but laced with irritation. "Have I not already lectured you about patience, Roman?"

Roman leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Patience? From you? That's rich." He turned the Scroll to display a grainy image of Cinder from the night before. "What were you even doing out in the open like that? You practically put yourself on a silver platter."

Cinder's expression remained neutral as she leaned forward slightly. "My reasons are my own. But if you're so curious, perhaps our next guest can shed some light on it." She tilted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Speaking of which… it seems he's arrived. Emerald, open the door."

Emerald quickly stood, glancing at Cinder before jogging to the heavy wooden door at the cave's entrance. She pulled it open and immediately stepped aside, her head bowed as a tall figure entered.

Adam Taurus strode into the cave, his bull horns catching the lantern light. The crimson Grimm mask obscured the upper half of his face, but his sharp gaze beneath it made the tension in the room palpable. Without a word, Emerald followed him back to the table, taking her seat as Adam remained standing, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon.

"Cinder," Adam said curtly. "Fashionably late, or perhaps intentionally so. Either way, I'm here. Let's make this quick."

Cinder's smile didn't waver as she gestured to one of the empty seats. "Welcome, Adam. Do sit. I promise you'll find this discussion worth your time."

Adam reluctantly sat down, his movements deliberate as if gauging the room. His gaze flicked to Roman, then to the others, before settling back on Cinder. "You dragged me all the way out here, in the middle of Forever Fall, no less. What's so important that you needed my presence?"

Cinder folded her hands in front of her, her voice smooth and calculated. "Patience, Adam. All your questions will be answered shortly."

Adam's grip on his weapon tightened as he leaned slightly forward. "I'm not in the mood for games. If you've got something to say, say it now."

Roman, watching the exchange, chuckled under his breath. "Oh, relax, Bullhead. You'll get your turn."

Adam shot him a glare, but Cinder raised a hand, silencing the brewing tension. "Trust me, Adam," she said with a tone that was both soothing and dangerous. "What's coming will make this trip worth your while. You'll see soon enough."

Adam sat back, clearly unconvinced but unwilling to press further for now. The flicker of the lantern reflected off the blade at his side, its edge gleaming like a promise of violence.

The cave fell silent, save for the crackle of the lantern and the faint rustle of movement from the White Fang guards. Whatever Cinder had planned, the answers were close at hand, and the room bristled with the unspoken tension of what was to come.

BEACON - TEAM RWBY DORM ROOM

Ruby knelt by her bed, stuffing a few stray items into her bag, while Yang zipped hers up with a triumphant grin. Across the room, Blake lay sprawled on her bed, engrossed in a novel. The soft sound of pages turning was the only thing breaking the quiet until Weiss emerged from the bathroom, freshly composed.

She glanced at Ruby, then at Yang, who had just slung her bag over her shoulder.

"Alright!" Yang exclaimed. "All packed. Ruby, you good?"

Ruby gave her bag a final tug. "Almost there. Just a couple more things."

Weiss folded her arms and cleared her throat delicately. "Yang. Blake."

Both girls turned toward her.

"Could I have a moment to speak with Ruby? In private?"

Ruby froze mid-motion, her shoulders stiffening as she avoided looking at Weiss. Yang noticed immediately, her smile fading as she caught the troubled expression on Ruby's face.

Yang sighed and adjusted the strap on her bag. "Alright. We'll head to the landing pad and wait for you two there."

Blake set her book aside and rose gracefully, grabbing her things without a word. As the two passed Weiss, she gave a small nod of thanks.

"It won't take long," Weiss assured them as they left.

The door clicked shut, leaving Ruby and Weiss alone. The silence in the room was heavy, charged with unspoken emotions neither girl wanted to confront.

Ruby broke the tension first, her voice soft. "So... is this about last night? At the carnival?"

Weiss turned to her, her face unreadable. "Yes." She crossed the room and sat on the edge of her bed while Ruby perched on hers. "Ruby, I know I apologized last night—for leading you to think I felt something I didn't. And I know you forgave me. But..." She hesitated, her fingers twisting together nervously. "I never explained why I couldn't feel the same way about you."

Ruby lowered her gaze to the floor. "You don't like girls," she said simply, her tone neutral. "I figured that out after last night."

Weiss nodded faintly. "You're right." Her hands trembled, and she clasped them tightly to steady herself. "But that's not everything I wanted to say."

Ruby tilted her head, her brow furrowing. "Weiss... what else is there?"

Weiss looked away, her voice dropping. "I... I blame myself. For what happened to you."

Ruby blinked in confusion. "Blame yourself? Why would you—"

"Because I left you alone," Weiss cut in, her voice breaking slightly. "You didn't have Crescent Rose with you. You couldn't defend yourself when Cinder attacked. And I—I wasn't there."

She stood abruptly, pacing to the dresser and resting her hands on it for support. "I should have stayed with you. I was so distracted by everything else... I didn't think about my friend."

Ruby stood and approached her slowly. "Weiss, you didn't know what was going to happen. None of us did."

Weiss turned to face her, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "But I should have known. Ruby, you're my first real friend outside of Atlas. My best friend. And friends are supposed to protect each other." She dropped her gaze to the floor, her voice trembling. "But I failed you."

Ruby reached out, placing her hands gently on Weiss's shoulders. "Weiss, listen to me. You didn't fail me. You couldn't have known. Sometimes bad things happen, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop them. But we do what we can to make good things happen too."

Weiss looked up at her, unsure. Ruby smiled warmly, pulling her into a hug.

"You're still my partner. My best friend. And we look out for each other. That's what matters."

Weiss hesitated for a moment before returning the embrace, her grip tightening as a wave of relief washed over her.

When they finally pulled apart, Weiss looked at Ruby with a small, tentative smile. "Okay, Ruby."

Ruby grinned, turning to grab her bag. "Good. Now, come on—ready to see me off?"

"Yep," Weiss replied, her voice steady once more. She followed Ruby to the door, their steps lighter as they walked out together. Normally, Ruby would use her Semblance. Her eyes go wide upon remembering she can't. And the airship leaves shortly.

LANDING PAD

Yang paced restlessly by the edge of the landing pad, her eyes darting toward the path leading from the dorms.

"Where are they?" she muttered, tapping her foot impatiently.

"It's only been a few minutes," Blake replied calmly, her arms crossed as she leaned against a nearby railing. "They'll be here soon."

"They better be," Yang grumbled, glancing at the clock on her Scroll. "Flight leaves in five minutes, and Dad's going to be livid if we miss it."

Blake's lips twitched into a small smile. "Relax. Look—there they are."

Ruby and Weiss came sprinting toward the landing pad, both of them visibly winded by the time they reached the group.

Ruby bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for air. "Oh, man! Not having my old Semblance really sucks!"

Weiss, slightly more composed but still panting, placed a hand delicately on her chest. "Perhaps I should've used my Glyphs to carry us here."

Ruby shot her an exasperated look. "Now you tell me?"

Weiss gave a small shrug, but before Ruby could retort, she grabbed her bag and stuffed it into the ship's storage compartment. She turned back to see Yang hugging Blake tightly.

"Stay safe, you two," Blake said softly.

"You too," Yang replied, releasing her. "We'll be back before you know it."

"A month is hardly a short time," Weiss interjected, crossing her arms. "That makes your statement invalid."

Yang groaned, throwing her hands up. "Way to ruin the moment, Ice Queen."

Weiss huffed, her nose in the air. "I'm simply stating a fact."

Yang gave a mock glare before stepping into the airship, muttering something about Weiss always being right.

Ruby turned to Weiss and Blake, shifting awkwardly. "Well... I guess this is it. Take care of each other while we're gone."

Weiss smirked. "We'll manage. And Blake?"

Blake raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Ruby gave a knowing grin. "Just… be careful. You know, in case Sun drops by."

Blake rolled her eyes, though a faint blush crept across her cheeks. "I'll be fine, Ruby. I promise."

Ruby nodded and turned back to Weiss. "I'm guessing you're already planning for when we get back. Training schedules, lectures about discipline, all that fun stuff?"

Weiss straightened her posture and gave a curt nod. "Absolutely. You may be training at home, but once we return, we'll need to push ourselves harder than ever. The spring semester is notoriously difficult, especially in Professor Goodwitch's class."

Ruby grinned. "Don't worry, Weiss. Yang and I will be ready. Now... one last hug?"

Weiss hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping forward and wrapping Ruby in a firm embrace. Ruby hugged her back tightly.

"Just remember," Weiss said softly, her tone serious. "She's still out there."

Ruby's smile faltered, and she pulled back slightly to meet Weiss's gaze.

"As your best friend," Weiss continued, her voice unwavering, "I know what you're feeling. But please, Ruby... don't go after her. Don't let revenge consume you."

Ruby stared at Weiss, her eyes searching hers for a long moment. Then she nodded solemnly. "I won't, Weiss. Last thing I want is another trip to the hospital."

"One minute, Ruby!" Yang called from her seat by the airship window.

Ruby sighed, giving Weiss and Blake one final wave. "See you guys soon."

Blake and Weiss waved back, watching as Ruby boarded the ship. The engines roared to life, and the airship began its ascent, eventually disappearing into the horizon.

Weiss exhaled deeply, tension leaving her shoulders. She turned to Blake. "Well, then... coffee?"

Blake smiled faintly. "Tea."

The two walked back toward the academy, side by side.

PRESENT DAY – TAIYANG'S LIVING ROOM

Yang lay sprawled face-first on the floor of the living room, groaning into the carpet. In the kitchen, Ruby pulled two ice packs from the freezer and pressed one against her forehead with a sigh before walking over to her sister.

"Here," Ruby said, holding out the other ice pack.

Without lifting her head, Yang blindly groped for it, slapping her hand around until she found it. She plopped the ice pack onto the back of her head and let out another groan.

"I really overdid it this time, huh?" Ruby said, sitting on the couch and wincing as she shifted.

Yang lifted one arm limply and gave a thumbs up.

Ruby winced. "Yikes... Sorry about that."

Yang slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position, holding the ice pack to her temple. "Eh, it's fine. Been a while since I got my butt handed to me like that."

"Really kills the confidence, doesn't it?" Ruby asked, offering a sympathetic smile.

"Oh, totally," Yang said with a grin, leaning back against the couch. Then, with a fiery gleam in her eye, she pointed at Ruby. "But don't get too comfortable, Little Red. Tomorrow, I'm coming for you. You are going down."

Ruby smirked, crossing her arms. "Bring it."

The sisters laughed until the sound of the front door opening drew their attention. Taiyang stepped in, his expression shifting from cheerful to amused as he noticed the ice packs. He walked around the couch and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Overdid it again, huh?"

"Yes," Ruby and Yang said in unison, lowering their heads in mock shame.

"And who won?" Taiyang asked, eyeing them.

Ruby raised her hand sheepishly.

Taiyang's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Huh. Ruby won this time. Well, good job, kiddo."

"Thanks, Dad," Ruby said, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

Taiyang's expression softened as he turned to Yang. "Mind giving us a minute, kid?"

Yang nodded, standing and stretching with a groan. "No problem. I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me—or if Zwei tries to claim my bed again." She trudged up the stairs, and Taiyang waited until she was out of sight before turning back to Ruby, sitting beside her on the couch.

"Be honest with me, Ruby. How are you really feeling?"

Ruby hesitated before shrugging. "...I hurt. Everywhere. My arms, my legs, my back... and now, my head."

Taiyang sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's what happens when you push yourself too hard, especially with a Semblance that's still... unstable."

Ruby glanced at him.

"You know what happens if you overuse it, right?"

Ruby nodded slowly. "At first, it doesn't seem like much. But if I keep pushing it..." She trailed off, clenching her fists. "My Aura could break. Or worse..."

"You could die, Ruby," Taiyang said bluntly, his voice heavy with concern. "Do you even realize what you're risking?"

Ruby avoided his gaze, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Why?" Taiyang pressed. "Why are you pushing yourself so hard?"

Ruby swallowed hard, struggling for an answer, but none came.

"No excuses?" Taiyang asked gently. "Then let me guess: it's about her, isn't it?"

Ruby's eyes flickered with emotion as she finally met his gaze. "She's still out there, Dad. Cinder. If that Salvator guy hadn't stopped her, her plan would've worked. And now, she's out there somewhere, probably with Emerald, Mercury, maybe even Torchwick. I can't just sit around doing nothing!"

Taiyang sighed, his face softening. "And you think you're going to stop them? By yourself?"

"No," Ruby admitted, slumping forward. "I guess not."

"Ruby," Taiyang said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I know you're angry. I know you want revenge for what she's done to you. But if you let that anger fester... it can turn you into something you don't want to be. You could end up becoming just like her."

Ruby sat bolt upright, her eyes blazing. "I wouldn't! I'd never be like her!"

"You say that now," Taiyang said quietly. "But you won't know until it's too late. That's why it's not your job to bring her down. That's for Huntsmen like me—and others who've trained their whole lives for it. Your job is to focus on becoming the best Huntress you can be, not someone consumed by vengeance."

Ruby sat in silence for a moment before nodding. "You're right, Dad. It's just... I have all this anger, and I don't know what to do with it."

"That's why we have punching bags, Ruby," Taiyang said with a chuckle. "Though, thanks to Yang, we've gone through a lot of those over the years."

Ruby managed a small laugh. "Yeah, well, I don't think punching bags can handle me anymore. Maybe I'll try some trees."

Taiyang grinned. "Good idea. Tomorrow, you and Yang can head into the forest and give the trees a workout instead of sparring. Zwei can referee—he barks if things get out of hand."

Ruby smiled. "Zwei, the judge. Got it. Speaking of which... where is he?"

"Upstairs. Probably plotting to steal Yang's bed," Taiyang said with a smirk.

As if on cue, a yell echoed down the stairs, followed by a thud. Taiyang and Ruby turned to see Yang sprawled at the bottom of the staircase, groaning in pain.

At the top of the stairs, Zwei barked triumphantly, his tail wagging.

Taiyang crossed his arms, his face deadpan. "Good boy."

Zwei barked again, tail wagging harder.

OUTSIDE – NIGHT

The faint glow of the house illuminated the surrounding woods, casting long shadows across the ground. Inside, the warm light of a living room window revealed Ruby and Yang, their laughter filling the space as Yang picked herself up from the floor, grinning through her frustration.

Outside, hidden in the darkness just beyond the edge of the trees, a figure stood still as stone. Adam Taurus, his mask reflecting the faint moonlight, watched the sisters intently. His red blade rested at his side, its edge glinting faintly.

He observed their carefree moment in silence, his expression unreadable beneath his mask. His grip tightened on the hilt of his weapon as Ruby's laughter carried through the air.

Suddenly, a low voice broke the tension from behind him.

"Not yet."

Adam stiffened, his free hand curling into a fist. Slowly, he turned his head to glance over his shoulder. A shadowy figure stood a few feet away, cloaked in darkness and authority.

Adam's lips twisted into a snarl, but he complied, stepping back into the cover of the forest. Without another word, he melted into the shadows, disappearing into the night.

The laughter inside continued, oblivious to the danger lurking just beyond the tree line.