PersonLatinoamericaComun: I will continue writing, because you believed in me. Your spirit was enough to reinvigorate my love for writing, even if RWBY has been frustrating for me. I lost for RWBY, but I will continue my duty, if nothing else to complete Horsa's sagas. Your fortitude will hopefully be well rewarded by the coming writings. That being said, I am a loyalist to .

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The sun was high in the sky, with many puffs of the white smoke of cloud. Granted, these were not smoke, but merely water, holding the essence of lightning and power within itself. Horsa found the clouds and sky familiar, with the sky burning a bright blue. The metal frames containing the fragile glass would gleam in the light, showing their beauty, but their weakness was all too prevalent. Two figures moved beyond the glass of the windows, the monkey, and another form.

Horsa looked down at the civilized food, waiting for him to consume it. Wortikur looked upon Horsa, sensing his anger. Even after seeing the food for days on their return, Horsa found the food to be wasteful. It was tasty, as Noryc would show by his beastly hunger and enjoyment. Horsa found this place to be disgusting, but that was his own bearing, his own weakness, speaking for him,

Dougal, muttered his prayers to his Tree-Nailed God. So very different to Horsa's teacher, his teacher. Dougal was smart, however, and his skills were most needed… and he reminded Horsa of his Teacher. A sentiment that there was little place for, but the Pale Horse did as he pleased, so long as the other Horses allowed.

Across the table, Horsa bore witness to another soul, seeming ever so tragic while the Leader of RWBY rambled on one of her childlike tangents. Still, she had an energy about her that if put into battle, even Noryc would salute.

Horsa sat there, with Wortikur offering his bread and fruits from the homeland. Horsa shook his head with great disdain. He desired them much, but this was no rage against the food or company or even the baleful structures. No, His was a weakness of mind, a hesitation, a moment of doubt.

Horsa saw her, The one called Yanag, or Yang. Her beauty was irrefutable, and his desire for her was indisputable from her form. But her mind and fierceness were her most attractive feature. A woman who would be a great hostess for his hunts and gatherings. Truly rare was such a woman to possess charm, beauty and strength.

He gazed at all of the children, who were all too distant from the true dangers at work. They did not think of the powers that presented themselves. Strong, Great foes lurked in the corners and bowls of the world, capable of moving to destroy them.

Then again, Horsa was no different. He was the Pale Horse. He was Death incarnate, born only to kill until finally killed. He was not destined to enjoy the spoils of the Great Invasion. He was only there to drag the bodies of the fools who dared to oppose them into fire and blades, and tear them apart.

Horsa smiled. He was the strongest. He would bring death to anyone who faced him in battle. He would tear their limbs off their bodies, skewer their stomachs and rips their heads off in a testimony to the strength of the gods.

Let the White Horse enjoy his tall throne and the kneeling of weaker men.

Let the Red Horse have his strategies and songs sung.

Let the Black Horse…

Horsa shook his head. He was strong, and powerful in both tactics and war. He was wise and generous, as the "headmaster" of this "school" could attest. He still breathed, after all.

Horsa smiled and let out a bellow of a laugh. Indeed He was in a good place. What did it matter, their ignorance, their playfulness?

Of course, as he bellowed, the Orange, strong one, (Nora, if Horsa's memory served him right and her few deeds were worthy of such a place), threw an odd pie in the face of Yang.

The world went quiet only for a moment, before the cry went out from the little sister, Ruby, "Food fight!"

Food fight? Horsa was certain that there were few foods which fought each other. He snorted, and dismissed the cry as foolish games.

Of course he would be proven wrong, as the battle began to unfold. The world dissolved into a sea of shout and cries, as the young Ruby tossed plates of food at other people who desired to eat.

Then it spread like a plague, with others flinging food until Nora was finally struck with a soft-box of juice.

Horsa allowed the entertainment to unfold, like a dueling square but with many challengers, and much battle. There was no blood, as food was tossed about in a wasteful way, but Horsa didn't care. He sat down and ate his cooked bird and mashed potatoes.

Noryc and Dougal passing comments about the room. Horsa had finished a leg, when he heard the sharp noise of the tables being moved and flipped. Horsa turned his head to gaze at Nora as she hid behind the table like a Duguth behind sandbags.

Her team moved around her, with the three sitting there, watching for an opening. Nora, however, was not one to be idle, and rushed to grab more tables. They were fortifying, and spilling food everywhere.

One man valiantly took a tomato to the chest, ensuring his brother's survival. Horsa was sure his old teacher would have given him a lecture about learning and watching, but Horsa was hungry, the whole reason he resided in this room was to sate that.

Noryc snorted and Wortikur flicked his ear at the noise.

He ate more as the tables began to move. Woritikur shoved his ears down as the sharp sound filled the air. It irritated him as well, the food was still handled with such wasteful amount of time. There was no denying that it tasted good, however.

Horsa growled as the battle around him became more of siege. This was growing more chaotic, and Horsa was honestly feeling his blood start to move. A Golden barrier appeared around him as a can of brown drink flew at his head.

Dougal sighed, lowering his pike, and growling, "Can they not control where they throw their things?" He raised his pike again, erupting the barrier, as more food flew towards them.

"Come now, can we join in?" Noryc asked with a grin, "This seems like fun."

"Fun until you realize no blood can be shed." Wortikur remarked with a humorous tone.

Horsa would not stop himself from laughing, and Noryc joined in too, agreeing with Horsa's wolf.

The door was pushed open to let in a comforting breeze. Horsa looked over to see the monkey in the doorway, with a young man of blue hair and darker skin.

"I'm Queen of the castle, I'm queen of the castle." Proclaimed the Orange haired furious Nora.

Horsa turned over to see the fortress, which had been quickly erected from the tables, all while Horsa continued to eat the body of the bird, with the food being stuffed inside. To try and grab more flavor, of course.

His body was overjoyed to be fed. Noryc's eyes wandered to the blue haired boy in the doorway. Indeed, his natural darker hair was something to be proud of. Why defile your own body?

"Justice will be swift, Justice will be painful, Justice will be…Delicious!" The fast Ruby shouted, and the various men and women around Horsa took up arms with their meals.

He saw the beautiful Yang gather two birds, while the red haired warrior, Pyrrha drew a long piece of bread, wielding it like a sword, and seeming to ignore her sorrow while they enjoyed in the fun battles.

Dougal maintained his barrier, protecting the eating team from the bombardment of food. It was, however, straining him as he needed to maintain the barrier. His body flinched with every splattering of fruit on the golden dome.

Noryc quickly grew angry with that, balling his fists at the sight of his friend suffering. Indeed, Horsa should put a stop to this violently.

Horsa stood up as the food began to swirl, with the young red haired girl, Ruby swirling into a twirl of red and black.

The meals splattered across every thing along the walls, striking the barrier around Horsa and his team. Dougal flinched in pain as several colors covered his barrier.

Noryc stood up, "lord, end this now, before I do." The Ulfeidyn growled.

He was right, much to Horsa's annoyance. Horsa stood up and bellowed, "Enough!"

As he did, the blond haired witch stood at the other doorway, " Children Please, do not play with your food." She worked her sorcery and moved the pieces back in place.

As she did, Yang fell from the ceiling. Horsa growled, and moved swiftly to catch her.

Yang grinned up at him, "That's moving the speed of a horse." She spoke in Saxon. Indeed, she was learning her words well.

Horsa set her down, and brushed himself off, "Enough." Horsa jumped off the table, and walked towards the doorway where the monkey and the blue haired boy resided.

"Horsa, Can I kill this one. His hair offends me." Noryc grinned, draw his axe and rubbing the shaft.

Dougal approached and translated, "He think's your hair looks strange."

Horsa grinned, but scoffed, "Leave him, we have a meeting to attend. You may deal with him later." Horsa growled in Saxon, and walked outside.

Dougal translated.

Noryc grinned down at the small man and pushed past him. Wortikur followed quickly behind.

"A meeting?" The red haired warrior asked, along with Ruby and Yang. The three spoke together in unty and it was annoying.

"We are going to meet young Johan." Horsa proclaimed.

Dougal Translated for him, "We are looking for young Arc. He is coming back from some months of training with-"

Horsa snarled and growled, and Dougal understood. He went quiet.

"Jaune is back?" The Red Haired Pyrrha was excited and filled with a vibrance.

Horsa groaned, and walked away while Woritikur and Dougal reminded them all of how Horsa had sent the yellow haired boy to learn from his old Teacher. Young Arc had plenty of Aura to use the Dragon's Blood.

Horsa walked down, while the teams led by Ruby and Young Arc's team followed behind him. They moved down to the small dock, which had grown as large airships flew overhead.

Horsa saw his ship, still well maintained thanks to Saxon maintenance. But he was not there to see the fine work on his own ship.

Instead, Horsa saw the longship approaching, with Horsa's own banner being aboard the ship, half black cloth with the front half of a light yellow horse, with the second half being the banner of the Lanzerts.

"Wow…" Young Ruby whispered as the ship came into port.

Horsa's raiders stood up from their seats along with a blonde, stuffed young warrior.

"Wes thu hal." Horsa spoke to the young blond, and kept his gaze at the docks.

Young Arc stood up, and the humans behind Horsa gasped as if it were some shock to see boy's new form. His belly and arms were larger, both with muscles and fat, rounding his body over the last few months. Indeed, his bodily growth had shown itself.

"Wes thu hal, bin gefrēod tō sēon þē, Palig Horsa." Jaune stated with a bow. His neck had hair, sticking out plenty. Horsa smiled at his words. The boy had learned quickly.

"I see you have a beard now." Horsa growled to Jaune.

Jaune rubbed his neck, "There wasn't a lot to clean up in the mountain. I've been a little busy… I met your… Teacher." The boy's belly rumbled.

"Go, Eat." Horsa ordered, and the boy stood up and ran back to his group. Jaune and the other humans left off to the eatery.

"Palig Horsa, Ðæt Grēat Hēafod hæfð þīn gārædne onfēngen. Þā Osti standað swīgendum." Horsa's first raider spoke firmly with a fist on his chest.

Horsa thought as much. They would remain quiet. He awaited his brother's response.

"Þū hæfst wel gedēod, Gā hāmweard and geara ðone fyrd." Horsa commanded, which earned a look from his Raider captain, but the warrior nodded and returned home.

Horsa stood at the docks, admiring the beauty of the trees, and mountains and seas. He savored the sight.

Dougal and Noyrc Approached Horsa from his sides.

"Ðis stōw byrnð, ungemetlice" Horsa growled. This place will burn.

Noryc scoffed, "Hit næfð ne byð se forma, ne se lāsta." There will be others.

Dougal sighed, not feeling the rush of fire, "Hafa trēow."

With that, they turned around and returned to their place in the school.

Far in the distance, far in the hidden bases, a Warrior lurked. Even as Torchwood walked around him, he did not care. This boy was but a sliver of the Ancient's life span. He was old, not Pre-dating the so called "Greater King" and "Father of the Saxons", but old enough to remember his family's honor. He was from the Rite family, the royals less known to others. He continued to justify what he would have to do.

"Well, why are you still here?" the large, red haired fool growled.

The Ancient looked up at him, "Do not fear, I will do my task. The "Sons" of the Emperor, all who are loyal to him, will perish on the continent. Your beasts will serve, will they not?"

"Rest easy, I have spoken with your king's benefactor. She assures me you will have your support you need. Your king also reminds you that you have a place if you do well." The girl who lurked in the shadows spoke with a calmness.

Their talk was interrupted by a darker girl with, again, abominable hair, and a young man with the hair of an aged fool. They carried with them a large beast man.

"Found him trying to skip town." The grey haired warrior remarked with a joking tune.

"Did you really think you could get away?" Cinder spoke with such arrogance, as though she had brought about the traitors capture. She raised her hand with fire engulfing it.

"Enough." the Ancient growled, "I will not watch a helpless execution." He took his blade and tossed it to the feet of the beastman.

The beastman looked shocked while the silver haired fool and green haired servant rolled thier eyes in a mocking manner.

"Pick up the blade, and I will kill you. Die standing." The Ancient, spoke, "You will know my tribe. You have died to the Ancient of the Rites."

The beast man lowered himself after he was released, and picked up the blade with anger and determination.

The Ancient asked a simple question, "Are you ready to fight?"

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I have returned to my crucible, where I will triumph. Team HNDW is also back, with a rather sedated nature after living with the academy for a few months. Still, an unease sets upon Horsa. But nevermind that, Jaune is back, stronger, with a little bit of muscle and fat back on the boy, and along with knowledge from Horsa's teacher.

What comes next… well that will come out… when I get to it.