Cardin watched Russel's lifeless body leak blood out of his disembowelled stomach, intestines spread across the dirt, painting it red.

It wasn't the only splotch of red on the ground either.

Hundreds, maybe even thousands of Atlas personnel, White fang, Huntsmen and Huntswomen littered the battlefield.

His eyes had sunken, dulled, filled with... nothing.

He stared on and on until his adrenaline ran out and he could feel his ruined legs screaming to be put to rest.

Vale, the first city, and ironically last to fall as well stood in the background, grimm having breached the walls and sentry's, feasting upon the last remaining human's and faunas' in Remnant, their screams travelled to all the way to Cardin's charred ears.

It was worrisome when he didn't react to it.

It was funny, he was racist and a bully and he knew that everyone in Beacon knew.

And yet here he was, surrounded by White Fang who fought with him.

His little hatred towards faunas was nothing compared to that... monster.

Salem.

When he found out about this being whilst in Shade, he scoffed at Ruby Rose through the screen, believing this to be some kind of hoax that the Atlas government had created as an excuse for the attack on the vale.

Oh, how wrong he was, as the same monster responsible for Remnant's fall laid dead, the unkillable grimm with the sword of destruction merged with choice embedded into her chest.

Immortal witches and wizards existed, magic existed, artifacts with the ability to destroy on a continental level existed, his brain couldn't handle it.

He chuckled.

He chuckled as he listened to the monstrous screams of nevermore and their victims, watching the ocean of blood washing over his fallen comrades and ignoring the burning sensation on the left side of his face.

A glint of yellow and blue caught his eye, a staff.

Supposedly the relic of creation, if he remembered what Oobleck said.

He stopped chuckling, crawling toward the relic.

His face reflected off the surprisingly clean staff, however, its handle was soaked in blood.

Next to it laid a tanned boy with dark brown hair, eyes closed and smiling as he laid on top of the stomach of Jaune Arc, shield and sword broken and with a hole in his stomach.

Unlike the shorter boy's expression, Jaune was clearly crying, face filled with sorrow, fear and anger.

Taking his attention off of Jaune, and back onto the relic, he placed his hand around it.

He gently laid himself next to it, staring back into his own eyes.

He wished he could have done something, besides lying on the ground like a baby, he wished he could have helped team RWBY and JNR when they were out trying to save the world instead of just sitting there in Shade.

He wished he could've fixed all of this.

He wished he could have taken back all his mistakes.

Suddenly, a blue light emerged from its crystal, it was blinding, Cardin had to roll over to avoid looking directly at it.

He could see how far the light carried itself, travelling all the way to the destroyed walls of Vale.

Cardin Winchester wasn't aware of it yet, but it seemed like Ambrosius had listened to his wish.

His muscles moved.

He didn't stand up, he practically was pulled up.

All of a sudden, the pain within his legs were gone, and yet again was he staring at his teammate's mutilated body.

It was like putting a movie in reverse, his body moved backwards on its own, things got faster.

There were still people alive and fighting as if they weren't dead ten minutes ago, he could see Jaune fighting side by side with Dove, gripping the bloody stub that was his arms.

In what seemed like minutes, hours were reversed, Cardin didn't feel pain yet, only fatigue, his wounds had disappeared, and his mace had reappeared in his hands, Atlas ships roared in reverse as they moved in the opposite direction they were meant to go, as did the nevermore's they battled with.

The queen of grimm was yet again alive, battling the noirette cat faunas from Beacon whose name he didn't remember, along with two of her other teammates.

Things were reversing so fast now that all he could see were blurs.

He could hear voices, overlapping each other and so loud that his head hurt.

"Cardin..."

"You fucking animals!"

"Hey there Jauney..."

"I now pronounce you, team Cardinal, led by Cardin Winchester."

He thought he heard his mother and his father, or was that just Goodbitch and Ozpin, he couldn't tell.

Colours swelled in his vision, he felt like he was tied to the front of a train travelling at max speed.

It grew too much, it was too overwhelming.

The noises only grew louder, banging and roaring inside his mind.

He couldn't handle it and screamed.

And then everything stopped.

Cardin Winchester was celebrating his ninth birthday, Cake in front of him and knife in hand. 

Very, very rushed, I don't like starting something and proceeding to not finish it the same day I start that thing, so I ended up rushing this chapter so it probably isn't as good as to what my actually planned and properly written chapters are. 

If you haven't guessed it already, Cardin's been transported nine years before the canon timeline of RWBY takes place. The whole reversal going back in time thingy-magig I wrote may have been a bit confusing, so I apologise for that.