Cold sweats fall from your face as you sit up in your bed. You couldn't sleep ever since you've gotten the news about a prophecy, an extraordinary plague that will come to destroy what's been built, kill what lives, and take whatever Oum himself has given to this world. You'll tell your team when they wake up, it's too early in the night for creepy prophetical talk. You know that they view you as their guardian angel but these demons are more evil than you could ever expect. [RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum, you belong to you, other OCs belong to yours truly]All Rights Reserved