Myths of Remnant, Legends Never Die. (RWBY: Yang x MaleReader)

Next Steps

The view opens on a close-up of a pool of black slime in a dark red and purple land. A large paw emerges from within the slime and a Beowolf gradually crawls out, slime sliding off of it and onto the ground.

The view pans out to show several such pools and many Beowolves emerging. It pulls further and further out to show a mostly dark and desolate land made up of red ground, purple crystals, and a red and black clouded sky.

The images shimmers and we see Mercury Black and Emerald Sustrai reflected in a window, watching from inside a high building. Emerald has her hand to her mouth while Mercury seems slightly disgusted. A gloved hand appears between two purple crystal formations and snaps its fingers.

A wide shot reveals a large windowed room, at the center of which is a long purple, crystal table. Five people sit at the table with seven chairs. One of them is Cinder Fall. Emerald and Mercury move away from the window.

There's a close-up of the man sitting across from Cinder, Arthur Watts. He is looking at his Scroll.

Next is the man to Cinder's right, Tyrian Callows. He sits in a crouch casually on his chair, resting his arms on his knees.

Across from Tyrian is Hazel Rainart. His arms are crossed, and he looks asleep.

To Cinder's left was Jack Lang, messing with his scroll with a smirk on his face.

Cinder sits quietly, while Mercury and Emerald move to her side. Emerald nudges Mercury out of her way so that she can be directly next to Cinder.

Watts scowls and looks at Cinder as he breaks the silence.

"Yes, yes, please keep your posse in check."

Mercury grunts and makes a move toward Watts, but Emerald holds him back. At this Watts smirks victoriously.

"You hear that? Silence."

Hazel gives Watts an unimpressed sideways glance and Lang gives him an annoyed one.

Needless to say Watts continues on, being the prideful son of a bitch that he is.

"I've half a mind to thank the little girl that bested you."

Tyrian spoke up next, almost making the rest of the room shiver as they were creeped out.

"If I were you, I'd hunt her down."

He snickered maniacally.

"Find her and, well, she took your eye, didn't she?"

Cinder only stares at Tyrian while he cackles at her. Cinder tries to speak but only manages to make quiet exhaling noises. Emerald leans in to hear her.

Watts shakes his head.

"Pathetic. Why did you even-"

There is a sound of a heavy metal door being unlatched. The doors open and everyone stands just before Salem enters. She glides alongside the table with soft footsteps before reaching the head of it, jewels jangling from her hair. Salem stops, facing away from them and toward a candle and crystal display. Lang is giving Watts the evil eye.

Salem speaks calmly with a husky voice that may enchant some.

"Watts."

Watts straightens, looking toward her.

Salem turns to look at the table.

"Do you find such malignance necessary?"

She gestures for all to sit down.

Watts speaks apologetically, but firmly, with a glance towards both Cinder and Lang.

"I apologize, ma'am. I'm not particularly fond of failure."