Where Black Rose's Grow (RWBY) (Discontinued)

Epilogue

Epilogue:

Walking through the snowy mountain, a small heterochromatic girl leads a shrouded ginger through a snowy hellscaped mountain. Touching the clouds, the thick snow falls on them, melting slowly on them as their aura is their best protection from the cold. In the distant, a bright red gate can be hazily be seen in the white flurry, and when they reach it the lock is frozen. The ginger tackles the gate, slamming it open to a destroyed atrium. The ash remains of plants and furniture are thrown all over, the two enter the house to gain odd warmness.

Unlike outside, the house is perfectly clean, every lantern is lit and it is warm no matter how close they are to the open sliding door. They two are pulled to take off their shoes, feeling the tug in their minds to obey the law of the home. The girl opens her scroll and reads the directions typed down, she motions for her partner to follow, wrapping around to the back which has an exit. They put on slippers that grow and shrink to their perfect size before opening the door. A gate of wood signifies the greatness of the path, having birds and cats carved deeply into the pillars, but a three legged crow is perched on top.

Stone beacons have scones of golden flame that paths up the mountainside, a tunnel of clearness blocks the blizzard with invisble force past the gate, but between that and home is strong winds and feet of snow. The ginger walks out, burying his feet in the snow as not to be blown away, and the girl hops onto his back. He grunts and shuffles through, his feet quickly becoming blocks of ice. When he escapes, the warmness is brought back that heals his stiff feet. When he falls to hands and knees, chest tight from coldness, the girl cartwheels off him and smuggly stands with her fists on her hips.

After rest, the two continue the path, looking over the mountainside as the night sky coats the world. So high that the tallest of pine trees look to be ants. Small sections of light can dimly be seen in the horizon, small settlements that still hold living. Despite this rare sight, the two continue on, until they reach a second gate, this one made of stone with etchings of gold. Past it, a caldera with many stones standing out of the water, a clear path is seen that leads down the middle of the water, row after row of stones are made perfectly with flowers of unnatural growth is around. Roses, Mistrali wisteria trees, orchids of wild color, chrysanthemums of orange color. Pillar torches of white flame encircles the caldera. The girl looks at her scroll once again and then tests the water, she lifts her cuffs high and hesitantly steps into the water. The hot water makes her step in faster as the nice feeling goes up her body, she runs down the defined path to the very end of caldera.

A small stone is half beached, in front of it is a chest of stone, many chests of stone. Behind the unmarked tomb is a large bush of red roses, unthorned and well kept. She attempts to lift, push, and pull the chest top off, but it only shifts a milimeter if only. Her partner grabs the top and groans as he heaves the stone, lifting it enough to open a corner that gleams gold under the white flame light. He takes off his hood and smirks at the sight of gleaming gold and silver, from his pocket he puts the butt of a cigar in his mouth and flicks open his golden zippo, he lights his cigar and takes out a mirror of silver. The mirror is highly refective and unscratched, but in the reflection behind him, the center of the caldera pond bubbles. When he turns it truly is, the water grows dark and black, bubbling higher and higher as the further the black spreads.

The two hurrily pockets some of the gold and runs out the water, but they are not the only ones. Crawling from the water, a giant clawed hand grabs a tombstone, the black water sticking to it as it drips off slowly. Claws like that of an anteater, with boney arms with texture of wood, it drags itself out. A head of a great elk, antlers as white as snow with no flesh as it is just a skull with eyes of bright red. The body of a man covered in bone over core muscles, a open ribcage with not an inch of flesh on itself, its back covered in a coat of fur like that of a black wolf, but around its collar are branch-like bones that stick out. Its legs are covered by a wrapping skirt of torn brown cloth, but the forelegs and feet are thick and hooves, wood in texture and shaped as tree roots. On all fours, it stands on the tombs until all water is black.

The partners hide behind the bushes of roses, but even they are betrayed. The green vines grow red as blood courses through them, growing thorns that prick their skin and draw in blood. The petal fall off and just as quick as the turning of winds, new petals bloom. Black petals with red eyes in their center. They run from the bushes, the gingling of their pockets drawing in the evil eyes of the newest of monsters. From the center, a plume of black smoke is released from the bubbles until it is a cloud and the bubbles solid into a plat of glossy black. The plume of smoke falls to the platter, unshrouding a woman of snow-like skin with visible veins of black blood, eyes of black sclera and red iris, and a dress that fits her as tight and dark as the shadows.

When she looks down on the two, she points with no words or emotion, sicking her new toy on them. The monster releases a roar of many things, sounding as a elk, the brustling of leafed branches, and a wolf’s howl. It crawls at them in high speeds, but when the two run away, it crashes into the side of the caldera impaling its horns in stone. The duo runs away, running around the corruption that is touching the lands and plants, the white flames turning dark red and burning hot that even the stones they sit on deform. But, the monster frees itself and charges at them once more, and just as it nears the man grabs the girl and throws them through the gates and stairs. The monster crashes into an invisible barrier, the gate’s gold glowing very brightly. Getting up, the two run away, running as fast as the winds themselves as the roars of the beast howls through the night.