Miracles of Ancient Wonder
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Chapter 3.i
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Bullets flew through the air. Steel rang as it clashed with claws. One man stood against enough Grimm to slaughter a small city.
But, he wasn't at any risk. He looked at the horde, took a drink from his flask, and twirled his sword in a figure eight. With each swing, a wave of energy fired down the street.
Creeps and Beowolves fell as soon as it touched them. Small Nevermore were pulled into its wake by the pressure and then shredded by shrapnel as the wave shattered the cobblestone road. Even heavy Ursai and Boarbatusks were knocked to the side, only to be downed by the second blast. At the end of the road, the waves struck the wall of the church tower and shook the bells. The deep bonging drew even more Grimm to his kill zone.
He flew along the street, sometimes by leaping and sometimes by launching himself with a Gravity Dust shot. Every enemy within reach of his blade fell within two strikes. There were no elder Grimm here, nothing that would be a true threat, only scavengers and chaff that dug through the still burning remains of the town of Redwick.
A scroll started buzzing in the midst of the battle. It started playing a twinkling, mystical sound.
It was Ozpin's special ring tone. Of course it was.
He only called on this line when something very important happened. Hell, he only called in general when it was important, but which line it was determined what they could talk about. This was guardian business.
Qrow knew it was critical if Oz was contacting him, on this line. But did he always have to pick the worst time to call?
Then again, Qrow had been ignoring the Beacon Headmaster line for the past few days.
He jumped to the roof of a general store and scanned the road for high priority targets. As he looked around, Qrow pulled his scroll out and held it to his ear with his shoulder. He took aim at an Ursa across the road. "What is it, Oz?"
"Qrow, I'm glad you picked up. We need to discuss-" Ozpin began, but stopped when Qrow's gun barked. It took five shots to put the Ursa down. "Are you in the middle of something?"
"Yep, still searching for a needle in a haystack." Qrow spun around and sliced a Beowolf in half lengthwise. He followed up with a quick cross-slash, killing two more, all while his weapon was in gun mode.
"Are you in a secure location?"
"Yep," He said, popping his lips at the end of the word.
"Are you certain?"
"Yep." He pulled the secondary trigger and his weapon shifted back to sword mode with a whir of gears. He'd need to thank Ozpin for the help with the timing of those mechanisms at some point, just not right now. The old man knew his way around machines in a way that almost no one else did. "Unless you think the Grimm care. All that's left of this place are them and bodies I need to lay to rest."
"Very well." Ozpin sighed. "We need to talk about your niece."
"Urgh, what did Firecracker do this time?" Qrow groaned. Yang had a knack for finding trouble and Tai couldn't keep her out of it, even in his own classroom.
Qrow also knew some of the things that she was hiding from her old man: the boys, the partying, the bar fights, the boys, searching for her mom, the boys. It would have been hard for Qrow to not know about them when he'd gone to several of the same places in the past year and some old friends recognized her. His old friends, not Tai's. Poor guy would have a heart attack if he knew. They'd just hoped that going to Beacon would calm her down a little.
"A number of things, but she isn't the primary topic of the conversation."
"Okay, who is then?"
"Ruby?"
"Who?" The name sounded very familiar, but he couldn't quite put a face to it.
"Ruby Rose, Summer Rose's daughter. The girl that you taught how to use a scythe." Oz had a 'We've had this conversation before' tone to him.
"Uhhh." He paused and wracked his mind. He had taught someone to fight with a gun-scythe, but that wasn't Summer's kid it was… Someone who was small, with red hair and... Qrow tapped his forehead with his flask.
All of it came flooding back to him. The long nights they spent working on her scythe's design. The exhausting practice sessions where both of them wound up collapsing at the end. The first time she caught herself with the blade when she tried to pass her scythe behind her back. The way she got quiet whenever her mom was mentioned, but always bounced back with a smile.
"Damn." He took a swig from his flask. He knew that this would happen, but knowing it and actually experiencing it were two completely different things. "How many times is this?"
"The second. It's also the second time you've answered your phone since it happened." Ozpin was probably annoyed, but he didn't let it show in his tone.
"Well, what about her then?"
"She has been far less subtle with her new abilities than I had hoped."
Qrow waited a moment. "Go on."
"Peter reported that she used something strange to shoot several Beowolves. Her gun was pointed away from them when she pulled the trigger, but all three were struck down at once."
"That's not so bad. Plenty of Hunters can develop skills like that." Qrow left off the very important 'after they'd graduated from Beacon and had a decade of field experience.' clause.
"She also lit up so brightly that it was hard for him to look directly at her. No where near the intensity that you would see from the other Anathema, but there is only so much probable deniability that people will accept."
"Uh huh." Qrow tightened his grip on his sword. "So what's the damage?"
"Right now, nothing. There are still other candidates and she has only done this in sight of her team and Peter. If she ever does it in public, then we will have a substantial problem on our hands."
"Good luck. Restraint isn't in that kid's vocabulary, especially if friends or family are involved." Qrow could remember how insistent Ruby was about her training. She bugged him for weeks, catching him between every class when he was teaching full-time. When that didn't work, she even went as far as hiding his favorite whiskey bottle. There's only so much a man can put up with.
"That's why I'm going to be bring James and Glynda to the eastern Drakon ruins."
"Whew, finally dropping that bomb on them then?" Qrow remembered his first time out there. A shiver ran down his spine. He hated that place. Just thinking about looking at it hurt his eyes.
"Would you care to join us?"
"Nah, I've got better things to do." Qrow could think of a lot things better than going back there, hugging an Ursa wasn't even halfway down that list. For instance, he could catch up with his sister. They could talk about a time when she wasn't making his life a living hell, there had to have been a point where that was true.
He took another swig from his flask. Maybe she'd remember it, because he'd done his best to forget. He took a larger gulp.
Ahh, family.
"Besides, I'm gonna punch Jimmy in the mouth the next time I see him." Qrow had a lot of feelings about what the Atlas military was researching under the command of General James Ironwood, none of them good. Funding a project on directly manipulating souls was the most recent on a laundry list of bad decisions that Jimmy had been making. The nickname, which he hated, was the least damaging way that Qrow could get back at him. It was also so, very satisfying because objecting would make the General look childish. "By the way, how's Amber holding up?"
"She's stable."
"Glad to hear it…" He sighed and swirled the flask. "She deserves better than this."
"Indeed."
That poor girl never asked to be given phenomenal cosmic powers, but she did her best to be responsible with them. She'd always wanted to help people and tried to make the lives of everyone easier whenever she could. They could never be too overt, but even bringing small changes to the weather could impact thousands in a great way. In a way, she reminded Qrow of Summer… and his niece, Ruby. They were always looking on the bright side and remaining hopeful, even when they had no right to be so optimistic.
Then he failed at his job and she got locked in Jimmy's stasis machine. She was stuck between life and death while they searched for someone to accept a soul transplant from her. All that so they didn't lose access to the Fall Maiden's power.
Jimmy promised him that she wouldn't feel a thing. Qrow didn't believe that for a second.
Atlas could replace every part of someone's body and they'd still be the same person. Once you started messing with someone's soul though... That way led down a lot of dark roads which were best left forgotten. Oz mentioned that once, it sounded like he knew about it first hand, but he'd never elaborated. They all kept secrets from each other, 'need to know' was the name of the game. Though Oz had more than anyone else.
Qrow thought of the literal dark roads that they'd be traveling down. There was something else that they hadn't tested in Her lands yet, which might be important. "Considering all of the extra energy in the area, I'm worried that Jimmy might kick it. His iron heart might not be able to take all of the stress, especially with Glynda around too."
He was sure there was some sort of history between those two. They certainly argued like people who'd made some youthful mistakes together. He hadn't looked into it too hard though, they deserved their privacy and he wanted his own.
"I'm fairly certain that he hasn't had his heart replaced." Oz, as always, was above commenting further.
"Could've fooled me." Qrow shook his head and shot at a couple of Grimm that thought they were sneaking up on him. Two shots, two kills. "But seriously though. Are all of his bits and pieces going to be okay out there?"
"We haven't had issues with anything other machinery, disregarding enemy action, but I will send him a warning about potential Aura surges."
"Good, good." Qrow mumbled and watched the town burn. It had taken years to build, but only hours to destroy. Times like this were why he hated the job. They were also the reason why he would never want to do anything else. Teaching the next generation was important; but this would never have happened if he'd gotten here earlier. "How are the girls doing? You gave them some pretty impressive rating in that packet."
"We just concluded Miss Schnee' second official investigation."
"And?"
"She passed and is alive, but heavily injured."
"Such a shame." Qrow slicked an errant bang back up. If the Schnee heiress died during something like that, there'd be hell to pay for Beacon, but it would have been worth it. That was one family that the world could do without. They'd almost gotten lucky with Klaus' assassination.
"Miss Schnee was chosen to be investigated first due to an impassioned speech she gave in defense of the Faunus. It had a positive effect on many of the other students."
"Teh. Maybe she's better than the rest of them, but I'm not holding my breath." Qrow knew that Ozpin and Glynda disagreed with him about how bad the Schnee were. Jimmy was practically in their pocket and the other headmasters didn't seem to care. It was one of the few things that he and Raven still agreed on.
"She was also the most likely candidate from the initial results according to both Glynda and Peter. Bartholomew has other ideas."
"He nailed Little Red on his first guess."
"That he did. If he's correct with his other theories, then either they are the next team STRQ or all of them are Anathema."
"Huh..." Qrow fired another blast down the street, this time he collapsed a pavilion onto a pack of Grimm. If that was true, he knew the type of pressure RWBY would soon be put under all too well.
His team, STRQ, had been the top of their class at Beacon thanks to the lucky coincidence of four highly driven people all being placed on the same team. They nearly swept the Vytal Tournament as freshmen and kept rising from there. Everyone else thought they would be the next leaders of the world, glorious heroes who would succeed where the last generation failed and take back some territory from the Grimm.
They even had a shot at it too. Especially after Ozpin told three of them the truth and brought them into his cabal. Each was given an important post where they could pull strings and fight back against humanity's real enemy. Tai, the lovable goof, couldn't keep a secret to save his life, so he was their public face. Team STRQ became the Hunters that people put their faith in and tried to emulate.
And, for a time, it looked like things were turning around. The Grimm were being pushed back and Vale was trying to expand beyond its borders for the first time in decades.
Then Raven ran away, abandoning Tai and baby Yang. Keeping her whereabouts a secret strained his and Tai's relationship to a point where it never recovered. Summer stuck with Tai and pulled back from all the fame and secrets so she didn't have to lie. For a few years, they were stable again; but, the illusion of their unity was shattered. People stopped believing in them and they stopped helping each other. Without each other as support, they stagnated.
No man could be an island and there were precious few people that Qrow could really talk shop with anymore. Those who could were so busy playing politics, or dealing with personal drama, that they couldn't work with him to push to a new level and get within reach of the might of the Maidens... or Ozpin.
Tai would have been his go-to, but he fell off the horse when Summer vanished and could only be called the most powerful Huntsman in Patch. He and Summer moved there so they could get away from people who knew their faces, so it made sense for him to stay on the island and raise the girls. Meanwhile, Qrow could count all of his current peers on both hands.
If Summer was still around, everything would be better. Qrow would have someone else who got him on a fundamental level and both of them might be able to rein Raven in. Instead, her husband raised their kids alone and Qrow found his solace in alcohol, whenever he wasn't cleaning up his sister's messes.
"Mmh." Oz broke the silence, snapping Qrow back to reality.
That was what these conversations did to him, getting caught up thinking about the past and could-have-beens. "Those're big shoes to fill. It won't be easy for them."
"No it won't, especially if any of them are Anathema. Their souls may already have scars that we cannot see."
"Don't do this to me, Oz."
"It's a possibility that we have to consider."
"She's my niece." They already knew about Ruby, so he had to be talking about Yang.
"You're one of the few who I can rely on. If the worst comes to pass, we may need your scythe."
Qrow grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. Tai would never forgive him. "If it comes down to it…You can rely on me. But we're doing it my way and only after we're absolutely, one hundred percent sure."
"I pray it doesn't come to that. But if she does have that unstoppable power, then I trust you to do what is best for the Kingdoms. For most, a painless death would be preferable to what they would receive on the run… or in Her service."
"You don't think I know that? I've spent more time outside the walls than anyone else. I know that there's nothing out here except for more Grimm than we can deal with. They would just drown her in bodies when she rejects the offer." Qrow sat down and took another drink. Even if it was true, he knew that there was no chance of Yang joining the Grimm. She'd bash her head against the endless horde until the bitter end.
"It wouldn't be the first time such a thing has happened. Especially if she's given an offer of sanctuary for whichever village she finds."
"Even if one of them could hold a city, it would be too obvious. They'd be found by other Hunters and that would be that. Worst comes to worst, one of the Maidens could ruin their land and starve them out."
Being out here, constantly under siege, was no way for people to live. The knowledge of what lurked outside of their flimsy defenses would grind even the strongest souls down to nothing. It was inevitable than any outer settlement would fall. New technology gave people hope that they could last for a decade, yet the most remote settlements were being lost faster than ever before thanks to the Grimm being more aggressive and Her agents sabotaging defenses. As each toppled, they took knowledge, food, and Dust that Vale needed with them. All of the nearby villages also suffered from the hopelessness that refugees brought with them, making them that much more tempting to the elder Grimm. "Oz… Can we even sustain this?"
"In some ways, we're weaker than we've ever been before. I fear what a sudden shock would do to us. If we lack the power of the Maidens to act as a stabilizing factor, then we can't respond to the waves that even a single great force would cause. I can only hope that we find the new Maidens soon."
Qrow winced. The old man was right in that regard, not that the public knew anything about it. The shadow war had a constant give and take. It was a complicated game of hidden identities and assassination where they never knew how many pieces were being fielded at once. The enemy tried to kill the Maidens and they tried to kill Her operatives. Success on either end cost years of time and effort for the other party.
They were down two Maidens, three depending on how you looked at it. Missing one, whether due to time spent searching for or training the new bearer, wasn't unusual. The Maidens displayed most of the secondary signs of being Anathema to those who knew what to look for, so new ones often hid their powers as well as they could. If the power wasn't passed to someone close to the original, finding the current bearer was incredibly difficult.
"We'll need more than hope there. I've had no luck identifying either Amber's assailants or the new Winter Maiden. Just more dead ends with Raven's fingerprints all over them. If she beats us to the new girl…" Qrow had heard rumors of a strange ice Semblance in this area. That was why he came out here in the first place. That and getting away from Vale. He couldn't cut loose in the city anymore; there were too many people who cared about property damage.
"There are other avenues of investigation we haven't touched on. Who else could she have thought of in her last moments? If you can't think of anyone, we could bring someone else in." Ozpin asked that question. That was the main reason why Qrow didn't answer his calls unless it was actually important.
"Oz." Qrow channeled his Aura into his blade and fired a wave through the ruins. The ground rumbled as even more buildings collapsed. He didn't care if any Grimm got caught in the rubble. "Don't make me think about that right now. I'm too sober for it."
He took a long gulp to make a point. "There are two people closer to her than I was, one of them has no idea what's going on and the other is my sister. Who, need I remind you, isn't exactly cooperating with the rest of us."
"Never underestimate the power of family, Qrow. Its influence can span lifetimes. You could still bring her back." More words of wisdom from Ozpin that made Qrow roll his eyes.
As far as he knew, Ozpin didn't have any kids or siblings. He'd never had to deal with someone who knew where all of your buttons were and didn't hesitate to push them as soon as an argument started turning against her. Qrow and Raven making up was about as likely as Tai's dog learning to talk, even if they could ever reconcile their opinions on what the Maidens should be doing.
Qrow raised his flask to his mouth again; it was empty. He grumbled into his scroll, "Oz, you owe me a drink the next time I'm at Beacon. You literally killed my buzz with this talk."
Ozpin didn't have a chance to respond because feathers don't transmit any signals. Qrow activated his Semblance. He shifted to his crow form and flew out of the desolated village, all of his gear merging with his new body.
Tenth one this year. Qrow thought as he looked around at the shattered buildings and mentally sighed.
If this was all they could do, then maybe the world needed something better to believe in…