In a location battered and nearly buried by the relentless sandstorms of Vacuo, a monument that resembled a mausoleum could be seen in the dunes.
From up above, a bullhead floated over the landscape, the wind produced by Dust crystals creating miniature dust storms beneath. At the ship's bay area, the exit doors began to open, revealing a masked woman in combat gear, goggles, and a light shawl staring intently at the ruins. Signaling towards the Bullhead's pilot, the woman pulled a hood over her head of red hair, and then gingerly leapt off of the open exit ramp.
Shutting her eyes, the woman vanished into a swirl of rose petals that fell to the ground, and gradually reformed. Aura wound around her, mitigating any impact of her descent.
Lifting an arm to shield her face from blowing sand, the woman grunted before pulling off her goggles, and quickly wiping down the frame. However, this was to no avail. The moment she put it back on, sand quickly blotted her vision, making it difficult to see.
Annoyed, the woman dashed forward until she found shelter from the sand at an overhanging potion of the buried historical site. Sticking along the perimeter, the woman soon found a tiny entrance that she squeezed through by getting on her belly, and shimmying forward until the interior opened up enough for her to stand again.
It was pitch black, no light to be seen within, and the air smelled musty and old.
Fiddling with a pouch by her waist, the woman produced a flashlight and turned it. Surveying the area, she swept her flashlight around, staring at ancient looking text and worn-down laurels and banners leading into a long hall.
Even without Dr. Bart Oobleck here to tell her, the woman could see that this entire structure was some sort of temple.
Shivering, the woman wet her lips and eased her nerves before taking off her hood, and goggles.
Summer could say that she hated horror movies, and this entire set up was not helping. Then again, the current genre couldn't be horror when she already had an idea of what was going on.
'It was really here...'
Summer mused to herself, a spike of adrenaline causing blood to pump furiously through her veins. It was an odd feeling, a mix of anticipation and dread that would never go away. Then there was the uncertainty and doubt of whether she was taking the correct actions or not.
It mattered little.
The fact that she was trying was what mattered. However, the scary part was the acknowledgement that if she truly found what she came here for, she could no longer deny the words of her own daughter's future diary.
Anxiously, Summer pressed forward, her movements slow and methodical as if she was following a path she'd already set in her mind.
['Straight. Then through the left hall before Jaune leans on a wall and finds a hidden room. It was a rather dorky way to find a treasure, but we needed anything we could get after the events of Vale.']
Summer's lips quivered as her legs carried her forward. One step, then two, her gaze taking in the area around her, and comparing it to that which she'd read word for word. Heading forward without pause, she then took a left at the next turn. Ahead of her was a room that opened into a mural of a warrior bathed in light and wielding a sword against the shadows. In front of the mural was an empty podium, making it seem as if there was nothing there.
['The sword points the way. It was cliché, but Weiss noticed it first before Jaune found the answer through dumb luck.']
Summer looked in the direction of the painted warrior's sword before her attention focused on an unassuming section of a wall flanked by two pillars.
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The Huntsman of Red V2
AdventureGuardian, Protector, Hero, and perhaps something more, that was what he had always meant to her, but to others he was simply known as the Huntsman of Red, Remnant's final hope. This story is not mine, it belongs to Parcasious
