Cutting the Strings

Reflection(1)

Notes: Sup how's it going I thought I try something with this.

Reflections are going to be chapters where Undead will have a moments to himself with no other characters.

If enjoy these moments I'll add them every couple chapters if not tell me, I won't mind either way.

Anyway let's start.
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The Undead had been finally alone with himself, had finish his conversation with Ozpin and the witch a little while ago.

Ozpin said has was to have a cover story to tell others as to hide his actual background as it wolud be troubling if people knew about my  origin in Ozpin words.

My story is I'm a transfer student from Atlas that has come to study at Beacon. But due to a accident during travel has caused memory loss, and doctors aren't sure if they'll ever come  back, that is why Team RWBY will be guides as well as tutors to help with any lose knowledge.

He was told Team RWBY well be told tomorrow at a later time, and with that Ozpin had give him a private room to himself and told him to get some rest for tomorrow he will be quite busy.

The witch had guided to his room that was moderately sized with one bed, one dresser, grey walls and red carpet  with a personal bathroom. He had to ask the witch how anything in there work or how it was working, which she did and also told him not to break anything for he was only burrowing this room.

He was getting quite annoyed with her after that. But he had to admit time really did continued with the  advancements he witnesse.

The witch had final left say she would  retrieved him in the morning and also to use the 'shower' as he was filthy and now had live up the to the academy standards.

One of these day he had thought to himself one of these days by Gravelord Nito sickened breath.

But as much he hated to admit she had a point, waking up in ash after god's know how long he did needed to wash himself.

That's how he found himself sitting in the shower eyes closed feeling the water wash away what felt like years of dirt, blood and sweat from a life time of battles.

It was nice....... to have this small moment of peace. The best he got back then was resting at a bonfire
even then sit at a fire in a swear was the furthest thing from peace.

But it was time to get out, Wander had step out the shower the bath room full of steam, he had approach the mirror wiping away any mist that clung to it to finally get good look at himself.

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It was strange to say the least, to look in the mirror and see a complete stranger but this face it was his, he watch as it mirrored his movements as he got a closer look get a better look at himself.

It was true what everyone was saying he did in fact look young even tho he has live over centuries, but he had look like if he had just join knighthood.

After a while of studying his facial features he went on to his body, and to be expected there were multiple scars across his body with smaller ones scattered about his body weren't to bad, but one bigger scar had his attention as it went down from his chest to his lower abs.

"Huh? Now where that's from?" Wander questioned himself, the wounded had look he was impaled though but for the life of him he couldn't remember for he has been impeded multiple times.

"Hmmm".... questions for later.

"Now where is it" Wander question himself expecting further moving closer to the mirror. He had moved his neck side to side look for his look for his mark his curse place upon him and all Undead.

The Curse is said to been made Gwyn. A wall the keep his Age of Fire his power for as long he could, for those who had been Curse were no longer bounded by death, curse to raise for every death body undying.

For some sum it was way of immortality to never die to serve the  gods forever with unyielding loyalty to feed the fires humanity, even if stolen from others

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For others it was something thrust upon them without choice to work for  gods give humanity for a fate worse than death, to slowly lose your mind with ever death and ever ticking moment of false breath if they ever stop using humanity or ever give up you'll lose your mind and become a wandering hollow husk.

That was the curse mark the very same that should be place on the side of neck.

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He continued for a little while but it wasn't there no matter how hard he tried the mark has not been found. Its impossible to remove the curse so no way hell it's just GONE!

Wander took a moment to take a deep breath calming himself and settle his mind he above such panic in his long life time as panicking equal death so he wasn't having any of it.

So he being to think this over logically  if the mark was gone that would mean he wasn't Undead that was good .......right? The curse was lifted  the chance of hollowing was gone so he lose his mind right?

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Then why did he feel so empty about  it the curse has been with him for god's now how long that he didn't know how to feel anymore. Was it because he possibly died now..... no he never fear death, well maybe once in his undying life he did fear death bit that had long past.

So.... maybe because it doesn't change anything maybe he could die now but that was a chance he always took he always fought with all he had and, that does change!

He was the mortal man who fought against all odds and still won be it monster, man, or Gods. He forever changed everything  he didn't live by any prophecy so maybe he wasn't the Darklord or even the Chosen Undead but that didn't matter anymore he was now Wander the man who could fight gods.

With a new determination look in the mirror to see a fire behind his eye that he could help but smile at as tomorrow was his day as Wander ready see the world and all it has.
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Alright that's All folks thanks for reading enjoy your day till next time.