"I'll... keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge - to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

-Ozpin

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A red-cloaked figure walked throughout the demolished city of Modesto as the wind wafted softly in her silver hair, her black and white jackal ears flapped in the soft wind as the Beowolves paced adjacent her. She put her hand on one of their muzzles and rubbed it, they whine at her sudden tremors as the whimpers soon turn into snarls.

Large groups of alien clones saw the red hooded figure as she gazed up and spoke in a voice only the Beowolves could detect from the wind that soon turned sharp.

"Sic 'em."

The Beowolves went violent and bloodthirsty as they charged at the alien clones who only had a short time to react as the sound of flesh tearing and blood splattering onto the rocks as they marched over to the girl and she grinned at their handiwork. But shortly, more of them came to see the butchering the girl begun as she flipped off her hood to reveal her face with a scar over her left eye. She unfolded her scythe and cocked back a bullet before cutting her hand as the blood-red liquid ran down her from the palm of her hand and summoned more Grimm from a symbol that appeared on the gravel.

The Ursa roared to life as they set their sights on the aliens before they activated their weaponry only to have them smashed by the powerful jaws of the Ursa. The Jackal Faunus on the other hand, she vanished in a flurry of rose petals before appearing again and killed all of the aliens leaving a murderous mess from the blood-red scythe she clutched in her right hand before booting the gory remains to the Grimm, feeding them as if she was rewarding them.

She scoffed at the aliens she killed before taking off on a Nevermore and flew all the way back to the secret base in the desert, but her scroll rang as she took it out to see who it was and it was her team.

Ren: "Sasha, we are heading back to base. Meet you there shortly."  

Penny: "Sasha, see you soon."

Ruby: "Ozpin is holding a meeting for us, meet you there."

She softly laughed as she smiled before looking out to the horizon and answering back to them.

"Don't worry, I'll make it there."

--Ending--

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Colors weave into a spire of flame 

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed

 Bare this torch against the cold of the night 

Search your soul and reawaken the undying light 

 On that day, when the sky fell away 

Our world came to an endIn our eyes stood a fading sunrise in the darkglimmering shadowsSilence grows in the spaces between 

Stretching out beyond time 

Rising up as a chorus of souls finds a voice flickering through the void 

 These little sparks cling on to life 

Everyone caught in the struggle 

And then storms of change they fan the flames scattering ashes to the wind 

 Every soul contains a whisper of light 

Gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight 

No escape no greater fate to be madeIn the end, the chains of time will not break 

 Colors weave into a spire of flame 

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed 

Bare this torch against the cold of the night 

 Search your soul and reawaken the undying light 

 As fate spins a thread without endNew life draws its first breath 

Blossoming in a soil reclaimed from the past 

Where destiny holds fast 

 Here where we stand, hand clenched in hand 

Everyone caught in the struggle

 This is the day we finally find a way stepping into our tomorrow 

 Every soul contains a whisper of light 

Growing louder as it calls to unite 

From the distance sings a chorus of souls 

Rising slowly stirring heat from the coals 

 Colors weave into a spire of flame 

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed 

Bare this torch against the cold of the night

 Light will guide you on your way to the ultimate fight 

 Every soul contains a whisper of light 

Growing louder as it calls to unite 

From the distance sings a chorus of souls

 Rising slowly stirring heat from the coals 

 Colors weave into a spire of flame 

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed 

Bare this torch against the cold of the night 

Light will guide you on your way to the ultimate fight!