RWBY

Really? No questions?

Jaune: Of course we have questions.

This is just... a lot to take in.

Sure, of course.

So these...

maidens...

They’re powerful fighters that don’t need Dust to use magic.

Yeah.

And there are four of them?

Yup. Always.

Which means that, whenever one of them dies,

the power transfers to someone - a female - that they care about?

Whoever was in their thoughts last. Important distinction.

Best option, it's someone we can trust.

Regardless, their souls become combined, in a way.

Jaune: And that’s what you were trying to do to Pyrrha.

The night the tower fell.

You were trying to turn her into one of them.

The previous Fall Maiden, Amber, had been attacked.

She was young, inexperienced.

And her assailant, who we now know is Cinder,

somehow managed to steal some of her power, but not all of it.

We were afraid that if we didn’t do something,

the rest would go to her as well.

Jaune: So you forced it on Pyrrha.

We didn’t force anything.

We explained the situation and gave her a choice,

and she chose.

You were there, you heard her.

That guy. Tyrian.

Why was he after me?

Well, you definitely painted a target on your back with what you did at Beacon.

I told you having silver eyes is a rare trait.

And the fact that you're someone that was able to use them

seems to have upset some very powerful people.

Not many people know about the silver eyes.

But those that do aren’t very happy that one has surfaced.

That’s why I’ve been keeping an eye on you.

In order to make sure you were safe.

All of you.

Well, then, why not just travel with us?

It seems like that would’ve been way easier.

Jaune: He was using you as bait.

Look, I wouldn’t put it like that;

it's...complicated.

Jaune: What is all of this?

Ruby’s being hunted, the schools are being attacked, all for what?

What is the point of all of this?

Will you just tell us what’s going on?!

Would you sit down?

You’re stressin’ me out, kid.

Not many people are super religious these days.

This world’s been around for a long time,

long enough that people have created dozens of gods.

But if you believe Ozpin,

two of them are actually real.

They were brothers.

The older sibling, the god of light,

found joy in creating forces of life.

Meanwhile, the younger brother, the god of darkness,

spent his time creating forces of destruction.

As you can imagine,

they both had pretty different ideas about how things should go.

The older one would spend his days creating water, plants, wildlife.

And at night,

his brother would wake to see all the things that the elder had made and become disgusted.

To counteract his brother’s creations,

the god of darkness brought drought, fire, famine,

all that he could do to rid Remnant of life.

But life always returned.

So one night, the younger brother went and made something.

Something that shared his innate desire to destroy anything and everything.

The creatures of Grimm.

You guessed it.

The older brother had finally had enough.

Knowing that their feud couldn’t last like this forever,

he proposed that they make one final creation.

Together.

Something that they could both be proud of.

Their masterpiece.

Younger brother agreed.

This last great creation would be given the power to both create and destroy.

It would be given the gift of knowledge,

so that it could learn about itself and the world around it.

And most importantly,

it would be given the power to choose,

to have free will to take everything it had learned and decide which path to follow:

The Path of Light

or the Path of Darkness.

And that is how humanity came to be.

But… what does that have to do with us?

Well, that’s the kicker.

See, the four gifts to mankind:

knowledge, creation, destruction and choice

aren’t just metaphorical.

Each of them exists in a physical form,

left behind by the gods before they abandoned Remnant,

and each of them is extraordinarily powerful.

If someone were to collect all four,

they’d be able to change the world.

That’s exactly what the enemy wants.

The Huntsman Academies were created to train generations of humanity’s protectors,

but they also serve another purpose:

guarding the relics.

When Ozpin’s predecessor founded the schools,

he built them around the relics to act as a fortress.

Not only would they be easier to defend,

but they would constantly be surrounded by trained warriors.

The hope was that hiding the relics would keep mankind from using them against itself.

And, of course,

keeping them out of her reach.

So yeah,

there’s that.

Her.

You mean Salem?

That’s right.

Not much is known about her and quite frankly, that’s not what matters.

What matters right now is that she wants the relics,

and if she gets them, it’s not going to end well.

You know,

you can always go in and say hi.

I don’t wanna bother him.

A father’s never too busy for his daughter.

Not all of my friends would agree with you on that.

Here.

What?

Where are you going?

You’ve never been very talkative,

but that boy you brought home loves to run his mouth.

I wanna hear more about the adventures of Team RWBY.

Kali? Is that you, dear?

Uh, hey, Dad.

Blake! Well, this is a pleasant surprise.

I...

Please! Come sit.

Don’t worry, I’ve got it.

Sit down, sit down.

I don’t wanna keep you if you’re-

Nonsense, I’ve been cooped up in here all day.

You still take sugar, right?

Oh, actually, uh-

Oh! Sorry!

No, no no no, it’s fine.

Oh, here, take this one.

No, really. It’s, it’s no big deal.

You sure?

Positive.

Old habits, I suppose.

Might wanna let it cool.

Right.

So... is it...

warm... in Vale?

Huh?

It just...

seems like your outfit doesn’t cover very much.

It covers plenty.

I mean, a little more armor might help.

Don’t you think?

I’m fine. I don’t need armor.

I can look after myself.

I... (EXHALE)

I know you can. I’m sorry.

Why?

Hmm?

Why would you say that?

Sweetheart, what’s wrong?

What did I say?

How can you still love me after what I did?