I died on January 8th of last year, in a Grimm invasion near southern Vale. My team was heartbroken, and still they are to this day, October 25th of 2015. In life, I had a beautiful and talented girlfriend, who was the best in our class at fighting.
One Year Ago
"Jaune!" Pyrrha gasped, out of breathe from fighting. She had seen me been thrown to the side by an Ursa Major, which had torn off my arm earlier. I saw Pyrrha run towards me, and Ren cover her with gunfire.
"Don't worry Jaune, we're gonna get you help, and you'll be better than ever!" Nora said, reassuringly. I almost believed her, until I looked to my left to see my arm had been torn off. Funny how you don't realize pain until you see it in front of you.
"Jaune, stay awake. The helicopter's just up ahead!" Ren jolted me back to reality, as I was dazing off into a world of slumber. In place of the helicopter, I saw a bright light, flashing. Throbbing. Calling to me. I submitted to this light without a single thought.
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The Archangel
FanfictionIt's been almost two years since Jaune's untimely death, but Pyrrha can't seem to shake the feeling that Jaune is still around. She may not be wrong...
