The Omnipotent Fan of RWBY

4 :The New Status Quo: 01-05

It took a whole week for the black smith to build the add on adjustments. During the wait period Pyrrha and I took a little 'staycation'. No training, no pre-workout, and no missions. Just her and I kicking back, eating to our hearts content.

"No! Really, you actually did it." I leaned over to set my cup of tea on the table. Pyrrha sat across from me eating a bowl of chips that I made for her.

She blushes hard and looks away. "I knew I wasn't going to make it out alive and it felt right.

"Talk about 5 seconds of confidence, you go girl." I fist pump the air.

"Heh, I'm now wondering what his reaction will be when we meet again."

I reclined on the couch, my eyes glued to the ceiling remembering a scene where something like that did happen. "He would most likely call your name, hug you in relief and caress your face asking if it's really you."

Pyrrha froze, after a moment she smiled. Probably thinking about the scenario.

"Whelp!" I stand clapping my hands with a burst of energy. "How about we go on a tiny mission after we get your gear."

She blinks rapidly mood instantly rising. "Really? A-are you sure it's safe?"

"Yeah!" I reach one arm up over my head full stretch. "As long as it's in a secluded area and not in the city or village we should be fine. Plus, it would be good for you to get some fresh air. I'll head out into the city tomorrow to grab your gear and a mission." I sigh in relief feeling my back pop. That was good.

That very next day I found an interesting job for us to go on. The title was a simple search and destroy, but something felt odd about the info provided. There were hordes of Grimm in the Southeast area of Vale far out from the school and city.

When I took the mission, one of the associates at the huntsmen guild told me that this particular mission was a reoccurring one. Many Huntsmen have cleared the area, but the Grimm keep coming back. Sounds like a Mountain Glenn situation, where something happened in the area and the Grimm fed off the negative energy.

That area though was mostly woods, I wasn't aware of any villages that housed civilians in the past. The assassin likes to meet up in remote places like that. Somewhere that no one would come looking for you.

I realized that my old acquaintance hasn't shown his face since the incident with Henry. He basically disappeared off the face of the earth. Although, before he left. He gave me a weird number in my scroll to contact him. "With this you can contact me anywhere in the world. Only in a dire situation."

Remnant's technology in communications was spotty at best. This made it ever worse when the tower fell. When he mentioned about anywhere in the world, it made me question if the assassin's guild has their own secret communication network that they never share.

I would like to test it out and see if it works, but what if I get in trouble for a test call. I decided to save that test call for a rainy day.

I passed by the kitchen scratching my head ready to head in for the night. Pyrrha the ever good girl turned in early for the best sleep. Before I could attempt to go upstairs to my room, I noticed the newspaper that I bought from the market.

I purchased it with Pyrrha in mind, so she could keep up with the current times. I didn't want her feeling too isolated.

I didn't read it cause I wasn't interested and I knew what was going on anyway. Curiosity took over and I sifted through the first couple pages. My fingers froze hovering over a page. The headline read "In Honor of All Those That Fell in Bacon."

Picking up the entire paper I head out on the porch. Taking a seat on the step, I hesitate in opening back up the article. The broken moon was my only source of light as I took a breath and turned the pages.

There was a list of all the students that were killed in action. The names filled the entire page, and I forced myself to read every single one of them. Tears filled my eye lids as I finished. Crinkling the paper in frustration, I set the paper to the side.

Knowing that I had no intention to save any of these students, made me sick. How disgusting of me to not ever acknowledge that there were other deaths involved. This feeling reminds me of a moment when Henry died.

Swish......Swish......Swish......Sssswwwwish.

"You're thoughtless today."

Yes, I want to be. I hate to regret and in order to regret I must think.

Swish.....Sssswish.

"Thoughtless actions lead to foolishness."

Swis- I stop sharpening my knives. His statement was correct, but I already was a fool to begin with. How foolish I was thinking that I could change things for the better. How foolish I was thinking I could change the life of others.

"It wasn't your fault." His tone carried a deep melody of stoicism, yet he still tried to console me.

"It was though." Never looking this way. I face the wilderness beyond and the broken moon before me. "I withheld information that could have saved his life. In the end, I was the executioner."

I hear his footsteps come closer. "You may have withheld information, but you had no control of his actions. Would he still have gone if you told him?"

Living with Henry, I've learned that he kept to himself and disliked people around him. The indifference he showed to others was just a mask. In between the lines he was the kindest person with a strong sense of heroism. Henry still cared even if he said differently. His urge for justice had a will of its own. Yes, Henry still would have gone.

"You are not a god." My head rotated over to him. His dark silhouette should have been scary, but I've grown used to his presence.

A God, I sigh. He is right, I am not God. Why was I thinking that way in the first place? I let out some air laughter shaking my head. "How stupid of me. Thinking I was one to begin with."

He nods to confirm. "Yes, but you are learning. Not many know how to admit their wronging's."

"Well," I stood from my seat. "I've learned the hard way. And sometimes, it's the best way."

I'm not sure that I really learned that lesson. Knowing the future is a burden. Death will come for everyone eventually, and there is a purpose for every single one. My faith with God has been waning recently. Mostly because of the absence and replacements of the Brothers.

How does RWBY intertwine with everything? What is the real truth behind all of this?

I was reminded of a book I used to read. In one of the passages was a man who lost all faith in the Lord. He gave up and asked God to take his life. Instead of death he was cared for; physically, mentally and spiritually. Given new life, a new heart and he carried on with his mission. Faith restored.

Maybe, that's what I'm meant to do? Carry on. I wasn't jumping for joy about my choice, but life will always be hard. In order to move forward you have to learn.

I looked up at the broken moon, longing for answers. "God, I know you feel me wavering and I'm sorry. I know that I won't be able to understand any of your answers to my questions. But, maybe you can present me with something else. Tell me what happened to Henry."

I put my head between my knees, whispering. "If you're really there. I pray please, let me hear him again. I miss him so much. I want to hear his voice again."