Author's note: For those who have waited, I thank you sincerely for your patience. I'll explain everything in the closing.
Only a week stood between them and the start of the Fall semester. Between the start of their official second year at Beacon and the Vytal Festival Qualifications they all trained so hard for lay one final adversity for them to face: crammed, fully loaded classes. Coursework, tests, quizzes and papers all crammed into the span of weeks. Upon reflection, Ruby's intent for Team RWBY to spend time together doing something before the academic year started was validly advantageous in the long run. Yet for all of the team-bonding adventures and light-hearted calamity they shared, or caused in some instances, none of them could deny the need of a little time for personal space.
No sentiment of wisdom was ever truer than that to Blake. Which was exactly what brought her here strolling through the streets of Vale. The mid-morning light shined down on the city of Vale and its scarcely populated streets. Walking around with barely anyone present subliminally eased her introverted nature and allowed Blake to actually feel truly relaxed. The influx of people visiting from other kingdoms did make business hours during the day and evening more crowded, but hardly any tourists were meandering about in the haze of the morning.
The only sort of individuals roaming the city were the busy workers, the occasional Atlesian patrols, early-morning sightseers, her and-
"I can't believe it!" the charming native Vacuoan Faunus said walking beside her, "The Vytal Festival is nearly here!"
Blake rolled her eyes and did her best to keep her smile to herself as she listened to Sun's excitement. Leave it to him to accidently, as Sun insisted, run into her during her morning trip through Vale; to which afterwards he sort of stuck around despite promising not to hang around too long.
To be fair, however, Blake had not asked him to leave her yet either. Small, awkward talk quickly led into friendly conversations and banter about their summers before steering into the topic of the Vytal Festival. A small part of her harbored a trace of anticipation and eagerness to the whole idea of actually competing in the Vytal Festival, she kept her energy internal and personal. If anything, it made Blake more inclined to listen to boy geeking out next to her; somebody had to do it.
"Sun, we've known about this for months now." Blake pointed out, holding back the fact that he even smuggled himself into Vale prior to everything happening.
"Yeah but it still doesn't take away the fact that it's awesome." Sun retorted. "Honestly, could you've ever imagined yourself here, at this point in time, about to compete in the Vytal Festival?"
There were a lot of things Blake could have never imagined a long time ago. To name off a few examples, she would have never thought she'd witness first-hand the White Fang fall into extremism and end up abandoning the organization that had raised her. Nor she never would have pictured herself enrolling into Beacon Academy and receiving the proper training to become a fully-fledged Huntress.
She especially did not foresee herself entrusting her support to a younger teenage girl into red and gushing with optimism, becoming close friends with said leader's boisterously strong older sister and Weiss, the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company.
The Vytal Festival was only something extra to add to her list of unimagined.
"No, I never did." Blake answered with a barely noticeable upbeat in her voice. She glanced over at Sun and noticed a bright grin shine on his face. Whether it was due to the fact that recent experience and lessons she learned taught her how to open up or because Sun was merely present, Blake found herself holding back a smirk. Sun, doing his best to ignore that he made her smile, continued talking.
"And knowing our teams, we're practically the Vytal Champions of the future!" Sun declared.
Blake was about to respond with a quip about how there could only be one champion, but thoughts of the future rendered her mute. Blake felt her sobering determination begin to swallow her thoughts as she contemplated about the future. Considering all that had happened a last week, her fears of a bleak and hopeless future were gravely confirmed. The only thing they could do now, regrettably, was prepare to face the impending events. A task all but easy seeing that their cyberized time-traveling friend could only tell them limited information. It was Sun who snapped her out of her trail of thoughts before they became too complex.
"Uh Blake? Everything okay?"
"Yeah, just…thinking about the future."
"Oh. What about?"
Blake forced herself to sigh as she gathered her thoughts to explain.
"Do you remember what I told you about Arc?"
"Of course, the giant cyber knight from the future who's actually Jaune."
"Well his future has nothing but Grimm, destruction and death," Blake explained, "just knowing that that lies in store for our future is sort of…morbid."
"Wow, talk about dark and depressing," Sun commented, "Has he told you guys anything to stop it from happening?"
"He can't really tell us much because of the risks of Time Loop theory."
"Oh I see." Sun confirmed, but his eyes widened from realization, "Wait, he's already here and he's not fading from reality or disappearing?"
"Then there shouldn't be any problem with him telling your futures!"
Blake stopped walking and stared at the ground with folded arms. Sun quickly pivoted around and patiently watched her struggle to see his logic. Blake tore her gaze away from the cobblestone sidewalk and locked onto Sun.
"If this Arc guy is here now and hasn't blinked out of existence yet, then it should be safe telling you guys about the future he came from," Blake elaborated casually, "He did come face-to-face with Jaune, right? The Arc guy?"
"Yes, I was there when it happened."
"Okay good, that rules out the Temporal Paradox Explosion theory," Sun commented in relief before getting back to his point, "But as far as you can tell, his memories haven't been altered, right?"
Blake thought back to the mechanized knight. He still hadn't revealed any sort of information about any of them, despite the more extroverted teammates' attempts to get him to spill. She hadn't personally asked him any questions either out of safety. She could only speculate on what Arc remembered from the future. Judging from the intensity that he trained Jaune and Pyrrha with during their nightly spars, Blake imagined that his memories were what fueled his silent and ferocious determination. It was still unnerving to her how Jaune, the clumsy yet polite gentleman of a goofball, could change and be contrastingly stoic, harsh and downright cold.
"No, not that I know of..." Blake answered and loosened her stance, "What are you getting at, Sun?"
"Multi-verse Theory!" Sun proclaimed, "If Arc is still the same person he was in the future, despite meddling with his past self, then he's obviously from another dimension or something. Existential crisis averted right there!"
Blake fell quiet, staring the blond with abs as if he had told her he was the Headmaster of Shade Academy. And if he was, theoretically, telling the truth. Multi-verse Theory; a very plausible concept given the evidence and present factors that Sun thoroughly summarized. Why hadn't she thought of it before?
"And how do you know all of this?" Blake wondered, picking up where she left off with her stroll.
"Comic books and movies, duh." Sun replied brightly and resumed walking beside her, "Also it was a major plot device in one of Spruce Willis's old movies; I think it was Circler?"
Blake couldn't help but feel a tingle of ridiculous adoration towards him as they continued to walk through Vale to who-knew-where. All the while, Sun continued to talk. She didn't mind though; she was content with listening.
Unbeknownst to either of them, the two walked down the streets of Vale a little closer than they did before.
Arc narrowed his sights at the two combatants he faced. Before him coated in the moonlight stood his opponents, panting for air so their body could keep up with their exertion. His own sword and shield stilled in his grip as he waited for one of them to reinitiate the spar.
This was, after all, only a training session.
Jaune let out a growl and charged forward with a swipe. Arc's attention was already focused on Pyrrha lunging at him by the time he smashed his shield against Jaune's arching sword. Jaune grunted as his sword and arm bounced off as Arc sidestepped the jab from a spear, countering the lunge with a swipe from his shield. Pyrrha quickly adjust and parried the edge of his shield with her blade.
Scanners detecting movement plotted trajectory over his shoulder, Arc disengaged Pyrrha with force and held his sword in reverse so that its hilt crashed against Jaune's shield, halting the young man's barge. Arc immediately angled his shield behind him to block Pyrrha's strike before launching himself backwards in the air.
At the pinnacle of his backflip, Arc lashed out his sword, only to have it graze Pyrrha's shield.
'Good.' Arc thought as he landed and immediately charged with his own shield raised. The champion girl met his shield head on with hers and readied her sword to counter. All the while, Jaune had recovered and charged at him with his sword drawn to slash. Both of their movements had already been calculated and countered before they could even act.
Arc lashed out and knocked Pyrrha away with a kick before she could hit him and simultaneously parried Jaune's attack backwards with an upward cut. A downward slice knocked away Jaune's shield followed by a leg crashing into Jaune's exposed side. The blonde teenager yelped as he was painfully tossed sideways.
Arc barely batted an eye at his past self while he quickly raised his shield and sword to blocked Pyrrha's charge. The two of them clashed to a standstill. Arc steadily held Graucus Aegis against the trembling edges of Milo and Akuo. His robotic cerulean eye pierced her emerald eyes fueled by the fire-forged determination he knew she held within her.
Dismissing his thoughts, Arc took a step back and let Pyrrha's own strength throw her off balance before lashing out with a flurry of swipes. The champion girl quickly blocked each one of his attacks, but the incredible speed between each swipe prevented her from following up with a counter.
The cybernetic knight narrowed his eyes and increased the speed of his attacks. Now Pyrrha began to back up on the strict defensive.
His blade was gradually nipping away at her already reduced aura, but Arc was unrelenting.
He had to be.
Detecting movement from behind, Arc's neural systems alerted him of Jaune's incoming attack. He quickly spared one opening for Pyrrha to counter against before twisting his body right to catch Jaune's sword with his own. The Spartan girl seized the opportunity and lashed out only to find her attack blocked by a massive shield. There, Arc stood locked between the two combatants, barely faltering as he each of them back. Then he moved.
Arc quickly brought both of his legs up and kicked towards Pyrrha. She predictably raised her shield to block, but the sheer force sent her flying back. The cybernetic knight used the force to propel himself into Jaune, whom also was sent tumbling backwards.
Each of them cried out in pain as they skidded across the ground. Pyrrha, to her credit, painfully rose off the ground; Jaune, meanwhile, lay in a heap clutching his side. Lowering his weapons, Arc monitored the two separated fighters. According to his sensors, Jaune had 75% of his aura remaining while Pyrrha had 47%.
Additionally, his sensors notified him that six contacts were making their way up the staircase to the rooftop. He had to wrap this up.
"There has been improvement, but not much," Arc addressed, concluding their third sparring session for the night.
Ever since they had agreed to let him train them, Arc had hammered them nonstop with sparring, utilizing techniques ranging from all styles. His records allowed him to access all the battles that he witnessed and fought and incorporate every set of physical moves into his system, to which he could replicate with precisely 95% accuracy. With that advantage, he sparred against Jaune and Pyrrha every single night, making them perform counters and moves that he knew would ultimately make a difference in future battles. If not, then it was a good excuse to refresh his skillset and train them for what was yet to come through combat. Engaging in combat, as history taught him, was the only way for one to improve their prowess.
The clear evidence rested before him now: Pyrrha was more versatile than she ever was before and Jaune could actually stand against his light attacks.
With their practice close to being interrupted, Arc saw that any further continuation for now would prove futile and gracefully placed Graucus Aegis away. Jaune and Pyrrha managed to form confused expressions despite the exhaust and fatigue on their faces.
"We can't be done for the night," Jaune panted heavily in slight hysteria, "can we?"
Arc ignored him and silently turned his attention to the rooftop entryway just as the newcomers entered the scene.
In actuality, it was Nora who came bursting through the door with Ren and Team RWBY following suit.
"Heyyya frrriends, what're you guys…up…toooo?" Nora's voice drawled and faded at the sight of the rooftop carnage. Pyrrha had put away Akuo and Milo and was staggering her way over to help Jaune up, who had collapsed to the ground in sheer exhaustion at that point. Nora, Ren and the rest of Team RWBY began to gather around the combatants.
Yang pointed at Jaune's deadweight body, "Uhh, is he dead?"
"It feels like it." Jaune groaned. With Pyrrha tenderly slinging his arm over her shoulder, Jaune slowly rose to his feet and limped over to the rest of them. Arc observed the two teams assembled before him. A somber wave of nostalgia began to emerge from somewhere inside of him before it was whisked away. He waited silently for whatever purpose they came up here for.
"Arc, we've been doing some thinking," Ruby began, twiddling her fingers nervously, "and I know you told us you can't exactly tell what happens to us in the future because of sudden changes in reality…buut, we were wondering…if you could? Please? Cause we all really wanna know. Please?"
"I've already explained why I cannot, Ruby." Arc replied unemotionally.
"Then what do you know about the Multi-verse theory?" Blake asked. The cyber knight met Blake's inquisitive expression upon her usually stoic face. His high-tech brain paused and Arc was taken aback, though he did not show it. His mind triggered the databases he had and quickly retrieved all information. A brief second passed before Arc gave his answer.
"Multi-verse theory hinges on the possibility of other space-time continuums in existence instead of just one; alternate realities, if you will." Arc analyzed the feedback his databases were providing. Factoring the multi-verse theory into application of events yielded an entirely different scenario and outcome of his mission. If this theory was true, then that meant Project: Continuum and everything that they had done was for –
"That is a theory I cannot accept," Arc mulled, "for if it was true, then everything up to now was for nothing."
"It can't just be pointless like that, though," Weiss interjected, "you're already here, stopping our bad future from happening."
"Yeah, like…" Jaune grunted sorely, "you can't just say everything you're doing now is changing nothing, right?"
Arc gave the blond teenaged boy a nod of approval. He knew that his past counterpart would understand his perspective.
"And speaking of the future and change," Ren added in, "we feel that knowing what our future holds will better prepare us."
"Yeah, what Ren said!" Ruby piped up, "Plus I think we've disproven a whole bunch of time theories already. So..um, please?"
Arc regarded the little red reaper who stared back at him, this time unwavering in her resolve. A long few seconds passed before he let out a conceded sigh. Ren's words echoed in his mind. Even in the past, his old friend was the one to always speak wise words. And he was right: if he was going to change the future, he had to do the most effective way to ensure that the Darkness of his time never prevails. Never.
Plus, Ruby did raise a valid point.
Arc quietly regarded the eight teenagers in front of him. Each glimmered with curiosity in their own way and were waiting for his answer.
"Alright, I will tell you your futures," Arc replied before looking down on his past-counterpart, "except yours, Jaune."
"What?! W-why?!" Jaune pleaded.
"If you were to know how I came to be, then I myself may cease to exist." Arc explained.
"Can it, Vomit Boy!" Yang ordered avidly, "I wanna know what happens to me in the future!"
Jaune wanted to protest the unfairness, but he could see that it was everyone versus him on the matter.
"Fine." the blond teenager groaned and hunched over. Pyrrha reached out and placed her hand on her partner's shoulder and gave a squeeze. Jaune glanced over at Pyrrha's tender smile and managed one of his own. Neither of them needed to exchange words to get their message across.
"And only on the condition that I speak to Pyrrha alone." Arc added.
Pyrrha turned to the future cyber knight.
She hesitated and looked to everybody else. The rest of them seemed so eager to be told their futures, herself included, and she didn't want to deny them of this opportunity to know their destinies. But the specificity of Arc's term of condition still stuck out odd.
Especially when it regarded about her.
Hesitantly, she finally conceded.
Arc nodded and began sorting through his memories on his friends. He didn't need a neural matrix system to retain all the memories and details on the fate of his friends, but it was helpful nonetheless.
After a moment, his robotically encased blue eye locked onto the silvers of Ruby Rose.
"I suppose we should start with you, Ruby Rose," Arc began, "Or I should say 'Reaper'."
Ruby blinked, "Wait, what?"
"Reaper," Arc repeated, "That becomes your codename, on the account of the thousands of Grimm you have killed."
"That's so cool." Ruby fawned.
"Eventually you become very annoyed by it when that's the only thing everyone refers you to as." Arc included. Ruby paused from her fangirling to consider Arc's words.
"Well…yeah. I mean, I see why she would…I mean, I see why I would." A thought flickered into Ruby's mind and she eagerly clasped her hands together, "Oh, do I still use my beautiful lovely Crescent Rose?!"
"Yes," answered Arc, "You also create a Dust powered battle-axe akin to my blade, except it's also a shotgun, and you name it Crescent Rose-V2. Eventually, you combined both weapons and made a lethal fusion of the two; a weapon that proved most effective when you fought a Hydra Grimm Dragon. You become many things in the future, Ruby: the living symbol of hope for whatever is left in Remnant, the fastest thing alive – even faster than me – and ultimately the apex Huntress…"
Arc paused, "But for all of that, in the future, you are still my best friend."
Ruby somehow managed to calm herself down and stop squeeing enough to peer up at Arc with a blush, her eyes filled with adoration and a tiny smile to top it all off. Despite the sheer lack of emotion behind Arc's synthetic voice, she knew that his words were enough to mean it.
Also the fact that her future self could move faster than Arc made swoon over her future self even more.
"Alright hot stuff," Yang interrupted and knocked Ruby aside, "I wanna know how awesome I become! Hit me with all the details!"
"In the near future, you lose your right arm."
Dead silence overtook everyone. Jaws dropped and eyes widened from shock, save for Arc who stood unfazed. The monotoned severity of his words crash down on all of them like a freight train. It took Yang a moment to find her voice, but even then it was nothing more than gibberish.
"I-I…w-wh…uhh," Yang stuttered, "I…you-"
"In the future, your right arm is cut off during an engagement," Arc alliterated. He watched Yang silently raise her right hand and stare in shock, curling her fingers and suddenly becoming consciously aware of her limb. Arc pressed on.
"You are given a new cybernetic arm by Atlas and continued on in the war against the Grimm, becoming one of the strongest hand-to-hand combat Huntresses, actively seeking out Grimm swarms and decimating them with Bumblebee V-3, also known as 'Hornet'."
Yang tried snapping back to her usual self, "I…guess that's pretty aweso-"
"And due to that thrill-seeking tendency, you end up losing your left arm."
"Which is also replaced with a cybernetic arm, courtesy of the Atlas Technologies Division."
Everyone listening to the conversation choked on silence. It seemed as if all of this was the build up to a cruel joke that had way gone too far, but the seriousness and stoicism radiating from Arc conveyed the truth of his words. Everyone's eyes fell onto the blonde bruiser. Yang again snapped out of her daze, but instead of stuttering, her response was livid.
"Well gee, do I lose any other body parts?!"
"Unknown; we lost all contact with you when you chose to undertake a rescue mission solo for Blake," Arc responded, his eye narrowing slightly, "That was five years ago prior to Project: Continuum. You've been listed MIA ever since."
Yang lapsed into another lull of silence, taking in what her future beheld.
Arc shifted his sight to the Faunus girl, "Which brings us to your future, Blake. You become the commanding field agent of our underground-operations group: the Black Veil. You lead and oversee all our cloak and dagger operations and reconnaissance missions across Remnant."
"How...creative." Blake deadpanned.
"The Black Veil eliminated many rising faction that threatened to undermine Remnant's unity. One of your most successful achievements was the entire dismantlement of the White Fang."
Blake's unwavering expression faltered a bit, but she continued to listen to Arc.
"Six years prior to Project: Continuum, you discover a potential link leading to very heart of the Grimm forces and those commanding them. With our dwindling forces and limited supplies, you decide to follow this lead alone, not wanting to jeopardize what little we had left. Since your departure, we have not heard word from you since and you've been declared MIA."
Blake folded her arms across her chest and stepped away to hide her expression. Arc knew the Faunus girl was having a hard time stomaching his words and coming to terms with her own future actions. It was her own acts of pushing others away that drove her from them, the very instinctive acts that gotten her and her partner lost.
Arc then shifted his stare away from Blake to Weiss. The heiress braced her shoulders and mentally prepared herself.
"Weiss Schnee," Arc spoke, "You go on to cleanse the Schnee family name through all of your exploits as a Huntress and as an outspoken representative in uniting all of Remnant's kingdoms. You even responsible for a few of our victories against the Grimm. But sadly, your gracefulness does not last. You become physically incapacitated during a Grimm assault on Atlas, destroying all the muscles and most of the bones in your legs. Due to limited resources, Atlas is unable to create cybernetic prosthetics.
The look on Weiss's face hinted that she was trying her hardest not to show any signs of discomfort with her future destiny.
"Despite this, you find other means to make yourself applicable. You join the Atlas Technologies Division, applying your intellect, knowledge of Dust and prior Huntress experience to create new applications and advancements in every field. You even created the present version of my cybernetic body, designing and augmenting it to what I am now."
Weiss blinked, "That explains things quite a bit then."
Arc nodded, "Your mind and innovation is beyond amazing Weiss. For what it's worth: thank you."
Weiss's cheeks tinged red.
"I...well...you..." she stammered before her voice faded to a mumble, "you're welcome."
Finally, Arc's gaze landed on Nora and Ren. The green ninja calmly waited while the pink Valkyrie pretty much bubbled over with jittery excitement. The cyber knight held back a sigh. Aside from Pyrrha, these two were his best friends. He knew of their fates all too well.
"Nora and Ren, your destinies are intertwined in more ways than you can imagine." Arc said, hoping he wasn't giving away too much. Nora immediately stopped bouncing on her toes and covered her mouth with hands. Her eyes gushed with overjoyed delight as she stole a glance at the boy beside her. Ren, oblivious, awaited for Arc to continue.
"You both join me and become members of the Praetorians; an elite number chosen to safeguard the Regent from all harm."
"Wait, our future selves wear those codpieces too?" Nora asked in disbelief, gesturing at Arc's lower section.
"Yes, though you never seemed to mind it," Arc stated, "As for your fates, like Blake and Yang, they do not end well. Within years, the Praetorians slowly succumb to the overwhelming forces of Grimm."
The cyber knight paused and broke his gaze from the pair, his sight landing on his own metal body. The rush of crystal clear memories replayed in his head, but Arc held his resolve. His metallic claws traced over his armor.
"The battle that turned me into what you see now was the battle in which you both died," Arc said, "I can remember it clearly as ever: you both died in each others arms."
Nora's bubbling enthusiasm quickly faded as his words sunk in. Stricken, the Valkyrie tried to downplay it.
"Heh, well at least...that's a...th-that's a..." she trailed off, teardrops starting to fall from her eyes, "We...die... like, actually...die."
Ren calmly moved to stand beside Nora and placed an assuring hand on his partner's shoulder. Her barriers breaking down, Nora forcefully threw herself into Ren and buried her face against his chest. Taken aback, Ren clumsily wrapped his arms around her and tried his best to be a source of calm, despite the fact that he too was having a harder time dealing with the news of his own death.
Arc watched the action in silence. Even now, the two were inseparable.
The nightly air felt weighted around the nine of them. Every one of them were taking the knowledge of the future in their own way, but every one of them revolved around a sullen sense of melancholy. Even Weiss and Ruby, who had much better off futures in comparison, still were demoralized by the fates of their friends. The impending future held no solace for them. Only destitution awaited them. In the thicket of silence came questions, unspoken questions driven by a seemingly delusional notion of confidence.
"No," Ruby's voice finally broke the silence, "that can't be how it ends."
Arc shifted his sight to Ruby. The little reaper clutched her fists together and stared up at him with unwavering determination. Her body trembled with resolve and her voice had taken on a whole new tone of assertiveness. It felt uncanny for the cyber knight to see the past-version of Ruby mirror her future self. Her firm stance, the impact of her voice and the willpower the flowed from her; even her silver eyes held a glint of hope to them.
The same kind of hope that drove Arc himself to fight on.
"It's like you said: you came back to the past to prevent all of this from ever happening," Ruby affirmed, "we can still stop all of this."
Yang slowly came out of her stupor, "Ruby's right, I haven't lost any arms yet."
Regaining her confidence, Nora pulled away from Ren's embrace and wiped away her tears. "Yeah, Ren and I are still here!"
"Correct," Arc nodded, "that is my mission, and I will do all that I can to guarantee the safety of the future."
Arc shifted his eye to Pyrrha, "Now if you will excuse us, Pyrrha and I must talk."
That seemed to snap everyone out of their daze. They still had to abide by their earlier agreement. Besides, all of them still were reeling from what Arc had told them and needed a minute, more or less. They started to depart from the rooftop, leaving Pyrrha alone with the future cyber knight that was Arc.
Already, talk amongst them sprouted as they were departing.
"Future me is so cool!"
"You vanished because of me..."
"Welp, that only goes to show that you need to let us in more, Blakey!"
"REN, WE BECOME AN ACTUAL BATTLE DUO!"
"Nora. Down. Please."
Before leaving, Jaune turned around and looked back at his partner.
"You going to be okay, Pyrrha?" Jaune asked.
Even against the fact that she had to do this alone, Jaune's concern melted her heart and formed a smile on the Spartan girl's face.
"Yes Jaune, I'll be fine."
Jaune forced a smile and nodded to his partner before looking past her at his future self.
Arc merely stood there watching the exchange before his visible eye piece locked with Jaune's gaze. It was still strange for Jaune to look at his future self, knowing that he will one day become more mechanical and amazing than he could ever imagine. And though he would've really wanted to know exactly how he became a giant cyberized knight, Jaune knew better than to argue with his future self. With a nod, Jaune moved his sore body and left the two of them alone.
Pyrrha watched her partner leave and let out a sigh. From what she had heard of the others, she was unsure if she really wanted to know what became of her in the future. But they all did agree to this and her own curiosity got the better of her. And standing right behind her was the beholder of her destiny, cladded in marred white armor and augmented to the point of near inhumanity.
But she knew him as her partner's future self, and she knew that he knew her destiny.
Whether it be good or bad, this was a chance for her to discover it.
Undeterred, Pyrrha turned to face her destiny.
Author's note: This was overdue... Volume 4 has come and gone and Volume 5 is in progress. Oh how time has gone by.
There are multiple reasons as to why this chapter was delayed so much, mostly due to a lapse of laziness and, primarily, college work in a senior-military college and Military Science classes...which involve other obligations and duties that kept me busy. It was a decision of working on this story v.s. working out to develop my body for military service and fixing my slipping grades.
And also there's the fact that I did the Simultaneous Membership Program (SMP)...which boils down to the fact that I enlisted in the Army National Guard and had to go to Fort Benning, Georgia for the ENTIRETY of May through the end of August, then coming back to go straight into my junior year of college. Plus trying not to let my grades slip like they did the previous semester.
I know I posted the first half of this chapter before I left, but I think FanFiction was haywire at the time and didn't send out any notifications. Hopefully they fixed it.
But yeah... full-time college student/Cadet/enlisted Infantryman/FanFiction writer hobbyist. What a peculiar mix.
Anyways, I can say for sure that I do not intend to leave this story Incomplete. And for the lack of progress for this story: I'm sorry!
Thank you everyone for reading and thank you to everyone who has stuck around thus far. I welcome all comments, criticisms, flames and theoretical speculations. Now that the year is whining down, I may have some time to get some FanFic typing done. Hmm, if only it were so.
Thanks again everyone. I'm glad I could be a part of the RWBY FNDM in this little way.