Confusion.
It was all that plagued Ozma's mind. One moment he was going through file work for the upcoming year for Beacon Academy, then the next, he was here. An empty plane, and in his original form. However, he was not so confused on where he was, for he has been here before; when he was given his ability of reincarnation. No, his confusion stemmed from a question of why?
But before he would ponder it any further, he heard a voice, one too familiar even after all this time.
?: Ozma.
It was the elder brother of the two Gods of Remnant, the God of light.
Ozma: I- I am, honored to meet you once more.
The God was simply amused by his stuttering. Though he could not tease him of it, due to needing to stay formal, and to say what he needs to say.
GoL: Ozma, I must discuss something with you.
Ozma: Yes, Salem. I know I haven't succeeded yet in the task you gave me, but I promise I will-
GoL: No.
Ozma was slightly taken off guard by this, he fully expected this meeting to be something of a reminder to him of his task. But it seems this God had something different in mind.
Ozma: Then, what is it?
GoL: Before I say, how well do you believe you can take care of a child?
. . .
what?
If he was caught off guard before, then this was just the table being thrown at him at the speed of light.
Ozma: I. . . I don't know how to- yes. I can take care of a child, as I have had practice with the students of the academies over the years.
GoL: I see. I suppose it would make sense that you would train yourself in that regard after what happened to your first attempts at children.
Ozma: Ouch-
GoL: So I will tell you now, you will be taking care of a God.
Do I have keep explaining how much he gets stunned?
Ozma: A. . . God?
GoL: Well, no. He isn't exactly a God, but something greater. He wishes to visit the world of Remnant for a "vacation" as he claims. Of course, me and my brother cannot come back until you bring the four relics together and summon us. So, for our sake, and yours, take care of him. Just, don't make him angry. I assure you, it isn't a pretty sight.
Ozma: This is. . . a lot. I don't even know- no. I'll do it, I promise. But, who exactly am I looking for?
GoL: . . .
Ozma: . . .
GoL: G-Goodluck, Ozma.
Ozma: What-
And he awoke, his head on its side on top of his desk. Paperwork, that is what he should get back to. But right now, he has to start preparing even more. With all of this, the only thing on his mind now, was getting some rest after finishing up here.
Ozpin: This is going to be an exhausting life.
Meanwhile, the God of light,
GoL: . . .
Even he wasn't expecting that question, and now is ashamed for not knowing the answer. He probably made himself look like a fool in front of a mere mortal. Especially one like Ozma. Right now, it is too late to ask the being in question what they will look like when they arrive at Remnant, and where. All he can do right now, is pray.
A/N: This first part is a little short, but any next parts will most likely be much longer (and take more time).
Thoughts, suggestions and questions are welcome! (Though I may not respond immediately).
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