Honour and grimm: Rwby grimm fanfic

A dusty old crow

Erebus lay in a forest, having returned to Remnant with remnants of his former power, yet he was severely injured. He rolled onto his back, attempting to use his advanced healing abilities to mend his wounds. To his astonishment, he witnessed his newfound aura knitting his flesh together, a feat he had deemed impossible.

Struggling to rise and advance, Erebus swiftly collapsed again as his body groaned. It seemed as though every nerve in his grim form was bursting and reconstituting. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that sections of his armor were fractured and broken in several areas, undoubtedly the result of Salem's magic. These injuries and the damage would require time to mend and regenerate.

Yet, Erebus faced another dilemma; he found himself in the world of Remnant once again, devoid of allies, without a home, and clueless about his next steps. He lay there momentarily, taking deep breaths to fill his lungs.

Erebus: I've got to stay calm and think, there must be someone I can talk to...I need to keep moving forwards..

As a sense of hope began to fade with thoughts of the future, Erebus attempted to soothe his mind and temper. It was not the moment to panic. With a heavy sigh and renewed vigor, he rose, his armor stained with dirt and mud. The rain started to fall gently, triggering memories in Erebus...

Summer Rose one the only person who could save him and gift him a place within the world of Remnant.

The elder Grimm was hesitant about re-entering Summer's life, suspecting she had resumed normalcy and was faring well in his absence. Erebus recognized his limited options; Summer's endorsement could grant him a sense of purpose. Gazing at the rain-soaked heavens, a glimmer of hope persisted within him. Surely, Summer's kindness would extend to his aid.

The next course of Action was to find out where the brother of light sent him.

Scanning his surroundings for any indication of his location, Erebus initially found little to explain his whereabouts. However, upon noticing a road sign, a smile spread across his face. He would have loudly extolled the brother of light, for he was in the forests of Patch, the exact place where Summer resided. Evidently, the brother was more astute than he appeared.

Suddenly, Erebus experienced a surge of pain radiating through his body, similar to an electric shock. He hissed loudly in agony, gripping his sides as the pain intensified to an unbearable level. Collapsing to one knee, his aura shattered like glass. Erebus was aware of the source of his torment, something that was going to prove a problem

The soul he had acquired was resisting him, rebelling against his body due to his grim heritage. Yet, the elder grim overcame it with formidable willpower. The golden aura reappeared, now intact, healing his wounds and mending his armor. Erebus exhaled a tremulous sigh as he advanced.

Doubt quickly engulfed Grimm's senses as he pondered what to say to Summer upon their next meeting. Would she still care for him? Did she remember his sacrifice? Uncertain, Erebus chose to trust his instincts and continue onward as a champion of the brother of light.

Erebus swiftly engaged his grim senses and began navigating the forest. It took but a moment to recognize the silence, an unnerving stillness so profound that the drop of a pin could be heard from any distance. He whirled around just in time to witness several Beowulfs emerging from the shadows.

The Beowulfs appeared confused for a moment as they beheld Erebus. The elder Grimm recognized them as newborns, devoid of thought, yet the rising sense of bloodlust was becoming intolerable. He clenched his fists, readying for combat. The Beowulfs then hunched down, baring their razor-sharp teeth at the legendary Grimm, and charged.