So it is done

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Ozpin had always believed that the disappearance of magic from this world was the Gods' punishment of humans for their disobedience. A petty revenge perhaps, not for the purpose of a lesson, but purely out of the Gods' desire to hurt humans for trying to hurt them. The fact that they decided to wipe out all humans to accomplish that was perhaps the more egregious aspect.

And yet, petty or not, the Gods were Gods and therefore their decision could not be resisted, Ozpin and Salem were the last two bearers of the true magic of the old world. And the relics, of course, how could he forget.

Maidens, the closest thing perhaps to the magic of old, were nothing more than bearers of shards of Ozpin's own power. Semblances, dust, technology, so many more wonders invented and mastered by humans and faunus alike, and yet... remembering the days of old where magic was commonplace... it doesn't really compare.

Gone irretrievably was the time of the great heroes who defeated armies with their own power, replaced now by the fire of artillery and robots. Gone is the time of the great healers who brought the dead back to life, replaced by the age of antibiotics and sanitation. Though then again, this whole mess started because he had died of sickness, so perhaps that was for the better. But gone were the great artifacts of antiquity that can support a nation on its lonesome, buried beneath the mechanical wonders of industrial lasers and conveyor belts.

There indeed exists Semblances that perhaps can show a smidgen of the greatness of magic, but that is rare and few in between and nothing really comes close to Magic. While perhaps unfair to those people who wield their souls, their very expression of self, as a shield against the darkness, it just doesn't really compare. Though perhaps pushing for the planet they're living in to be named Remnant was a bit too on the nose.

Could Ozpin have ever guessed that something that he believed a certainty to be disproven?

Even when he has long learned that 'highly improbable' doesn't mean 'impossible', he has to admit that the thought of Magic once again returning to Remnant was not a possibility he has considered. He's humble enough to admit that he was indeed shocked when he saw Magic, true magic, being performed once again.

Still, the human mind, especially his own, one that has lived through the ages, tends to rely on the knowledge it has, the inertia of being thinking beings, perhaps.

Perhaps it tells something of his own self, that even when something as great as Magic returned, he instead started seeing shadows and plots all around him. That, when perhaps the greatest tool of mankind was now once again in human hands, he started thinking of it as a threat, of the one that possessed it as a potential enemy.

After all, there was only one way he knew off for someone to possess Magic once again, and Jonathan did claim to be of his blood. Even after all this time, the thought of his daughters, killed by their own mother no less, was still a painful memory.

Still, he did rule for a long time, in fact there was still a line of his descendants living when he was the King of Vale. Yet, even after generations, his descendants had never even shown a speck of talent for the magical arts... until Jonathan, that is.

Of course now he knows better, but teaching an old dog new tricks would be infinitely easier than teaching an old mastermind to trust. But, even with the 'truth' of the matter in hand, there's still so many questions to be asked.

Teleportation, for example, was not the most common of the old magic tricks, but it's still not the greatest. If Ozpin entertained the idea that Magic were to return, then such a Magic was not in the realms of the impossible, though, Ozpin would have never expected anyone to weaponize it to such a destructive extent.