Betrayed by those they trusted and left for dead, Falke and Pyrrha are now on their own. With no direction and no help they must make their way through an ever-changing Remnant as dark forces make their move, but those aren't the only beings looking...
Falke: "Mom?" Falke looks at Willow as she holds the photo of her and Qrow together when they were younger.
Willow: "Yes. It's me." She says with tears in her eyes as she softly places her hand on the side of his face. "I could never forget those beautiful red eyes of yours, my darling child."
Falke's eyes fill with tears as all the different emotions crash into him all at once. He couldn't believe it; he had finally found his family. Not only that, but the family he already had was always his, to begin with. Unable to comprehend the thoughts running through his mind, he's brought back as Willow slowly brings him into a heartfelt hug. He closes his eyes as he falls asleep in his mother's arms as she gently holds him in he arms, as only a loving mother could.
As the morning sun rises, Falke yawns as he wakes up to find that he was back in his bed with Pyrrha. Thinking last night's events were nothing more than a dream, he looks over to see the glistening steel of Rebellion as it sits at the foot of the bed. Then, turning over to the small nightstand, he sees the picture of Willow and Qrow together with a small note attached.
" I know you will leave to go and find your father, and I want you to know that I've known you were my son since the moment I saw your eyes. I was afraid to tell you because of how you would react, but no matter what or how you feel after knowing what you know now. When you eventually run into your father again, show him this, and he will understand. Please never forget that I will always love you, my sweet little bird." -Your Mother, Willow.
As he sits up reading the letter, Pyrrha wakes up to see the blade at the end of the bed and Falke reading a small letter.
Pyrrha: *Yawning* "Morning. What're you reading?" Sitting up, letting her hair fall.
Falke: "Here. I think this will explain it better than I can." He says as he hands her the small letter and picture as she begins to read it.
Pyrrha: "Wait! So this means that you are both a Schnee and a Branwen. Wow, talk about family trees."
Falke: "Yep, now come on. We have a sword to find." She nods as she gets out of bed and begins to get changed.
Falke took the liberty of switching his outfit to allow him to move more comfortably both in and out of combat. He had Klein help him design the idea for the outfit, first the outer coat to be not as long as his original but still allowed him to keep his 'Style-Factor.' He decided to add a small leather vest since it should protect him from any small projectiles since he wasn't as durable as before. Finally was he went with the standard set of grey pants with a side holster for his scroll. Finishing getting dressed, he equips a strap across his body, allowing him to carry Rebellion on his back.
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Falke: "How do I look? Not that bad, right?"
Pyrrha: "You look quite roguish. I think it suits you. I know I like it~." As she gives him a seductive look.
