Semblance of Light Chapter 19: Revelations, a RWBY + Destiny Crossover fanfic

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Chapter 19: Revelations

Weiss sat cross-legged in her quarters within the Tower, a datapad glowing faintly in her hands. The soft hum of the Traveler's light outside was a stark contrast to the focused stillness of the room. Lines of text and holographic diagrams scrolled past her as she delved deeper into the intricacies of Guardian classes and subclasses.

Since their arrival at the Tower, the Vanguard had briefed them on the basics of being Guardians—the Titans' strength, the Hunters' agility, and the Warlocks' mastery of the Light's mysteries. But as Weiss poured over the information, one anomaly nagged at her mind: Adam. She couldn't pin down his class.

"Titan, Hunter, Warlock," she murmured, swiping through the datapad's interface. Each class was clearly defined, their Light-wielding abilities categorized into further subclasses. Yet none of it seemed to fit Adam entirely. He moved with the precision of a Hunter, fought with the ferocity of a Titan, and wielded his Light with the calculated intent of a Warlock.

Weiss sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she brought up another set of records. The Vanguard's files were extensive but still left gaps, especially when it came to Guardians who had existed for centuries. Adam's history seemed like a patchwork of roles, each piece hinting at a different identity.

"What are you, really?" Weiss muttered under her breath. Her mind wandered to their interactions. He was distant but capable, carrying the weight of countless battles yet unwilling to claim allegiance to any singular path.

Her Ghost, Nix, hovered closer, his soft blue eye glowing inquisitively. "Still obsessing over Adam?" he asked, his tone both teasing and curious.

"Not obsessing," Weiss corrected, though the faint blush on her cheeks suggested otherwise. "It's just... unusual. Every Guardian fits into a class. It's how we're designed to wield the Light. Adam doesn't seem to fit any of them. It's as if he's… outside the system."

"Well, he's been around for centuries," Nix pointed out. "Long enough to blur the lines, I suppose. Maybe he doesn't see himself as one thing anymore."

Weiss frowned thoughtfully, her fingers tapping lightly on the datapad. "Or maybe he's something else entirely. Someone who's had to adapt to every role to survive."

Nix's light pulsed softly. "That would make him... rare. Guardians don't usually operate like that. We're shaped by our Light, molded into what we're meant to be."

Weiss leaned back, exhaling deeply. The questions only grew more complex the more she considered them. Adam was an enigma—one that she couldn't ignore.

"I'll figure it out eventually," she said, her voice quiet but resolute. "If we're going to work together, I need to understand who he really is."

Nix gave a gentle hum of agreement. "And perhaps, in doing so, you'll understand more about yourself too."

Weiss glanced at her Ghost, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Maybe."

She returned her focus to the datapad, determined to uncover the truth.

Nix floated closer, his tone soft but insistent. "Weiss, you should get some sleep. You won't solve this mystery if you're too tired to think."

Weiss sighed, setting the datapad aside reluctantly. "I know, Nix. Just... one more look tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," Nix agreed, his light pulsing gently. "For now, rest." The Traveler's light continued to cast its gentle glow, a quiet reminder that even in the vast unknown, there was always more to discover.

The sun rose over the Tower, casting its first golden rays onto the plaza. Guardians and civilians alike stirred to life, their movements filling the air with a low hum of activity. In the dining area, Weiss, Blake, Yang, and Penny sat together, their plates laden with a mix of Earth crops and synthesized provisions.

"So," Yang began, her fork poking at a slice of fruit, "we all agree on this, right? We need to find Adam."

Blake nodded, her ears twitching slightly as she sipped from her mug. "We need answers—about Ruby, Oscar, and Jaune. He might be the only one who knows anything."

"And about himself," Weiss added, her tone sharp with lingering curiosity. "He's an enigma, and if we're going to trust him, we need to know who he really is."

Penny tilted her head, her emerald eyes bright. "Do you think he'll cooperate? He's been... elusive."

Yang snorted. "He's been avoiding us. That's why we're tracking him down."

Blake sighed, setting her mug down with a quiet clink. "He's not going to make it easy. Adam's never been the type to open up willingly."

"Then we'll just have to corner him," Yang said with a grin, a spark of determination in her golden eyes. "If he tries to run, well... I'm pretty fast."

"Let's try to avoid making this a confrontation," Weiss cautioned, her fingers drumming lightly on the table. "We want answers, not a fight."

Penny's Ghost, Jade, hovered closer, her green shell glowing faintly as she spoke in a soft voice. "I-I can help. I'm detecting his energy signature nearby."

Blake stood, her movements fluid and purposeful. "Then let's get started. The longer we wait, the harder he'll be to find."

The group rose from their seats, leaving behind the remnants of their meal. The air outside was brisk, the early morning energy of the Tower buzzing around them as they began their search. Penny activated her internal systems, a faint hum accompanying the gentle glow of her wings.

"I'm detecting the energy signature near Hangar Bay 3," Jade comments. "His light feels old; not many can compare to it."

Yang smirked. "Looks like he's not far. Let's move."

Together, the four set off, determination in their steps as they weaved through the bustling Tower. Answers about their pasts and their futures awaited, and they wouldn't rest until they found them.