Sealed away and forgotten because someone lacked the will to destroy what they helped create, has reawakened. . . What will he do, what shall he become. . . A destroyer. . . Or a savior. . . That is for him to decide.
You ball your fists up as you could feel something creeping up in your body, your skin pales even further slowly transitioning into a snowy white as your hair follows suit becoming white itself. The sclera of your eyes blacken as your irises shift to a dull yellow, a white and black fluid flows from your mouth as it covers your face forming a mask. You throw your arms to the side and upon your mouth as the mask followed suit letting out a deafening roar that shook the caves, the earth, and even the land on the surface.
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Your body becomes surrounded in a pitch black aura that's mixed with a bloody red.
--(Meanwhile, within the prestigious Beacon Academy)--
--(View Transition)--
A man with gray hair, black shades, green suit, and green clothes could be seen sitting at a desk in an office as he was drinking from a fresh cup of coffee.
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Ozpin: interesting list of applicants we have this year. . . They all look promising, some more than others. . .
Suddenly rumbling could be heard as the building shoock for a soild 3 seconds, leaving ozpin with a loon that was a mixture of slight intrigue and Curiosity.
Ozpin: that's odd. . . Don't get alot of tremors in vale, that one was quite the doozy. . .
He goes to take as Sip from his coffee as he freezes, looking into his faint reflection in the fluid. . .a version of him of an age long past, he sighs as he drinks the Caffinated bean soup. . . Sometimes he whish he could go back to those days, when he was just a Wizard named Oz. . . And forget about this war he's held with Salem for millenia, back before she had become what she did. . . Back before she. . .
Ozpin: but those days are gone, the one I had fallen in love with is gone. . . The children that we had died a long time ago by her own hands. . . And yet hear I still am, fighting for everyone's sake. . .sometimes I doubt I made the right choice when the God of light gave me a choice. . . How I do so miss them. . .
He could shed tears at this thought, but he lost the ability a long time ago. Desensitized to the ages old sorrow that was the life he life he decided to live again.
Ozpin: I've count of how many times I said this. . . But I'm sorry. . . I'm so. . . So sorry. . .
A thought occurred to him, an image in his head of him, blonde woman, and 4 girls. . .
Ozpin: . . . I'm sorry I can no longer remember what any of you look like. . . It's been too long. . .it doesn't feel right. . . The six of us. . . Six of us. . .six. . . Why does that not sound right. . .
He taps his fingers on the desk as he drinks from his coffee.
Ozpin: six. . . Six. . . Six. . . Me, her, and our four daughters. . . That sounds right, but why does it not feel right when I say six. . .
He takes another Sip of his coffee, only to realize he already finished his cup, looking down at the white bottom at a stain staring at it as if in a trance.
Ozpin: six. . . Six. . . Six. . .
The more he starred at it the more it became familiar.
Ozpin: . . .six. . . Siiiiiiiix. . .
The stain in the back of his mind took the shape of something familiar, the shape of a skull. . . With fangs.
Ozpin: ssssssssseeeeeeeveen. . . Seven. . . Yes that's right, there was seven of us. . . Me. . .her. . .our four daughters. . . And. . . Our. . .son. . .
His face slowly contorted to one of distress, a memory he had chosen to suppress because it hurt him too much. . .
Ozpin: . . . Our son. . .my son. . .oh no. . .
He grabs his scroll and called someone.
Ozpin: ready a bullhead, NOW!
Someone responded on the other end as he hurriedly gets up from his desk.
Ozpin: Then GET ME ONE, words CANNOT stress the importance of me needing one RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!
He hangs up as he grabs his Kane and leaves his office
Ozpin: I pray I'm not too late. . . Y/n, i hope you can forgive me. . . Just please don't let her get to you first. . .
