The desert wind billowed under the scorching heat, melting and burning the skins of every metal-plated armour and weaponry. The vast ocean of sand; shards of Dust and ashen men; wounded warriors and fear-stricken generals alike ceased at the sight. Amidst the field of fire and bloodshed, he stood tall, leaning against his sword with his right hand; his sceptre on his left.
At the sight of the mighty king, all three rulers and their generals bowed down in reverence and fear. The King of Mantle gritted his teeth in anger and shame at the thought of defeat. The Mistral lord trembled to his knees. The ruler of Vacuo reverently bowed in awe of the warrior's strength. The warrior king, on the other hand, watched as they all trembled in their knees; each of them surrendering for reasons that any soldier could imagine.
I am not worthy, the man thought; what good is a king of the world, if he cannot protect his own people?
"Raise your heads," the crowned man commanded. "I am not worthy of this seat."
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In a frightful gasp, Oscar Pine lunged himself off of his bed, his heart pounded at the fragmented memories of his dream. Sweat cooled his back, as it tingled his senses into a shudder at the chill of the morning air.
That... dream again, he gave out a long breath, who were those people?
Oscar turned his head, expecting to see the light of the first dawn to seep through his window, only to be reminded that he was no longer living in his aunt's residence. It's only been a few days since he settled into Mistral, living in a share house, to be exact. As each day passed, the memory of those mundane mornings seemed more and more like a dream than a passing memory. A part of him still found it unfathomable that the life that he has now has become his new reality.
Unfortunately for both of us, you're going to have to accept it, remarked the old soul.
The boy sighed at Ozpin's remark.
"There is no way I'm going to get used to this," he muttered.
And with that, he dragged his duvet out of the way and strode his way towards the draped window. Drawing the curtain aside, Oscar opened his window to let the cold air seep in, waking his senses bit by bit. After a life of working for almost ten hours a day, it became a habit to rise before the first sunrise.
He stood by as he watched the dark velvet hue slowly glow into a soft purple; the sight of the overlooking view captivated him. Though Qrow Branwen assured him that he didn't need to worry much about the lodging fees, the boy felt the need to find a way to repay them for their hospitality. After all, it must have cost more than a couple of thousand liens for a house of that size and location.
As he watched further on, the scene of multiple houses below was then overlapped with the sight of a vast sea of green that stretched out into the distance. Fragments of memories that were not his own overlapped with the present. The city of Mistral that he saw currently suddenly appeared to him as a forest without a hint of human life.
Just before his mind could register the sight of the prehistoric landscape, the first light of the morning beamed into his eyes. With a quick blink, his vision cleared as the fragmented image melded into the scenery.
He opened his mouth, only to close it shut as a wave of nostalgia took over his senses.
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When the Curtain Falls
Fanfiction"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain" Ozpin lived many lives. In the years of plenty, to the years of famine and bloodshed; he carved his existence into the world in the forms of many men. As each day approaches, Oscar Pine sees fragments...
