RWBY: A Different Soul

Struggles With Power And Death

The morning was the same as always: birds chirping, the sun shining, and the house full of life. Everyone was awake except for a certain farm boy, deep asleep. Perhaps too deep.

Oscar eventually awoke, but not in his bed. He opened his eyes and noticed the ground beneath him was a flawless white instead of his usual grey sheets. Startled, Oscar got up only to realize there was nothing around him but the white ground—a world of nothing, illuminated by sunlight without a visible sun.

"W-where am I?" Oscar said, nervous and scared of his predicament. "Hello, is anyone there?" he yelled, but there was no response.

Oscar felt alone in this strange, empty place, until...

"Finally, you're here," a voice called out from behind him. Oscar jumped, startled, and turned to see who had spoken. To his surprise it was Orion.

"O-Orion, you're here! What happened? Why were you gone?" Oscar asked, relief and curiosity flooding his voice. He quickly added another question, "Wait, I can see you?"

Oscar stared at Orion, actually seeing him for the first time. Orion was a figure shaped like a man, made of swirling red energy.

Orion looked down at himself and then back up at Oscar. "Yeah, I guess this is me now. I still miss my old body, but this is fine. To answer your first question, the mental strain from the fight sent me deep into your mind. I found a way out, and in doing so, I figured out how to create a mindscape so we can talk face to face."

"So this is my mind?" Oscar asked, perplexed. He looked around, realizing he was essentially looking at a part of himself.

"Yup, and up there is our soul," Orion said, pointing above.

Oscar looked up to see a glowing sphere of energy, mostly red with swirling gold.

"Red, but my aura is gold?"

"Well, it's both our auras and souls. The red is me, and the remnants of gold are you."

"Okay, but why is there so much of... well, you?"

"I still don't know. I guess I'm different in a way, probably because I'm from another world. That is most likely the reason. but from what I remember, Ozpin's aura was green, and in the original world, your aura would be too. But it seems my aura pool is way bigger, and our souls seem synced, like their coexisting."

"How do you know this?" Oscar asked, curious about the glowing red man in front of him. Suddenly, a coffee table and two chairs appeared.

"Sit, I'll tell you how," Orion said. Oscar took a seat, and Orion continued. "Since I've been gone, I've been studying our souls. They coexist, red and gold, unlike Original You and Ozpin's which was only green. Our auras are able to be together. I'm not sure how, but they are. I have a theory that since this body is in sync with another soul it can have two auras, then that could also mean we have two semblances."

Oscar listened intently, trying to grasp the implications of Orion's words. "So, does that mean we can have more power or abilities?"

"Yes," Orion replied, leaning forward with a knowing glint in his eyes. "I always wondered how Ozpin still had magic after giving so much of it to the Maidens. He should've been left with just enough to transform into a bird. So, while I was here, I conducted an experiment. I discovered that I could use the native magic of this realm. By syncing with your soul, I unlocked a part of it, allowing you to use magic from Remnant. It seems like there was a lock on your soul, which is why others here can't use magic anymore. The reason probably being the brother gods put them there."

Orion extended his hands, revealing an orb of white swirling energy in one and a pulsating blue light in the other. "The blue light," he began, his voice resonant with authority, "is magic from the System. It's a universal force, omnipresent and immensely powerful, capable of unleashing catastrophic destruction. This magic is fueled by the essence of the cosmos itself—drawing on emotions, thoughts, connections, and the very fabric of reality."