Year after year, the seasons pass like a wind to a breeze. From the years of plenty to the years of famine, the same soul forges his existence into each generation.
Lonely was his journey; yesterday, today, and the day before yesterday. Old friends and enemies alike withered like a fruit in decay. Gone were the days when his mind remained an innocent soul; gone were the days when his soul still held a singular form. All of what was left were the days of lament and mourn; all of what was left was one single resolve.
For centuries he had countless of names; Ozborne; Ozias; Ozelle; Ozora; for every soul he merged, all of what remains of his former selves was that unwavering goal.
"Who are you now? Ozpin, or Ozymandias?"
The stead-fast warrior asked him as he offered his hand to the old soul.
"I cannot say."
He answered for he could no longer hear the voice of his other half.
His companion quirked a brow, his silver eyes pointing at him in question. And with a sigh, the silver-eyed warrior spoke;
"You know what? I'm just going to call you 'Oz' from this point. It's shorter than Ozymandias anyway. That way, regardless of who I'm talking to, I won't have to worry about getting the names wrong."
The old soul sadly chuckled;
"You don't have to trouble yourself with that any longer."
Yes, his journey is a long one.
A long, winding path that never ceases, passing the torch from soul to soul; so that the light will never go out.
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RWBY Character Anthology
FanfictionA short collection of short one-shots; character study; scenarios & drabbles. Each chapter focusing on one or two characters in RWBY. Character list may expand in the future. (You can find this story on my Ao3 account under the same pen name) (cover...
