A/N: Hello! I was just writing random junk when this idea came up. I hope you like it. Pairings are still undecided but it will not be a harem fic. Anyway, enjoy…

Chapter 1: Reset #1

Faint glows of red and white illuminate the shaded woods of the emerald forest as a feminine voice begins to say,

"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all, infinite in distance and unbound by death."

The lights grow brighter still as a great power fights for release.

"I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee."

With a flash of white, the lights slowly fade. Red receding first then the brilliant white following in suit. A powerful Aura had been released, as well as a semblance to put all others to shame.

Pyrrha pulls away and falls to her knees in exhaustion as Jaune stands tall. His aura still radiates from his body, soon, he can see the glow of protection begin to fade. But the rush of power still runs through his veins like galloping stallions. Jaune then looks to his companion and is immediately shaken out of his pride.

"Pyrrha!"

Jaune quickly kneels down to her level and examines her weakened state.

"Pyrrha, are you okay?"

"I'm alright, I used my aura to unlock yours. You must be strong, it took a lot of my energy to free your aura." She states, slightly out of breath.

A small frown fell upon the knight. Why did he have to mess up already?

"I'm sorry, I didn't…"

"No, it's okay, I am alright." She quickly returned with a soft smile, reassuring the blonde that she was, on all accounts, fine.

Jaune's lips slightly curve up at her words until a full grin sprouted.

"Here," He says as he slings an arm around her shoulder and helps the spartan to her feet. Pyrrha's cheeks are tinged a slight red at the close contact but smiles warmly all the same.

"Thanks and, just so you know, the energy that protects you now is your… own…"

She pauses and eyes something on his face. What, was there a bug? Pyrrha unhooks her bronze shield from her back and presents it in front of Jaune. The polished metal reflects his face perfectly and he watches as the scratch on his face seal up with ease, leaving only a faint trail of blood and the glow of raw potential.

"And it would seem you have a lot of it." She finishes with a broad grin.

Jaune looks at his healed cheek and touches the faint blood where the cut used to be. It was amazing, if only he had unlocked his aura sooner. Jaune smiled at the memory, then he would have been spared of the fire incident when he was nine.

"Woah…" Is all the knight can say as the final glow wears off.

Pyrrha giggles at his fascination as she puts away her shield.

"Come on Jaune, we have yet to find our relic."

Before he knew it, a feminine hand had grabbed his own. Pyrrha trudged further into the emerald forest with a blushing knight in tow.

Jaune hadn't a clue what he was doing. He had seen a dark and shady cave, and just like every other curious teen, he decided to trek into the beast.

Great.

Despite some protest, he had convinced Pyrrha to come along too.

Yay! Good Job!

But the best part was he made a torch, a freaking torch. In his book that was quite the accomplishment. So when it had died in a puddle, Jaune was feeling pretty down. But all hope wasn't lost. A glowing object magically appeared, and just like any other teen who jumps to conclusions, he obviously assumed it was the relic.

It wasn't.

Which leads to now. The awoken Death Stalker chasing Pyrrha out of the cave and a screaming Jaune barely holding on to its tail. All in all, things were going pretty smooth… not!

Finally, the lethal scorpion smashed out of the cave bringing about dust and ruble. Pyrrha drew her weapons, shielded her eyes, and took a fighting stance ten paces away from the beast. She began to plan like the battle champion that she was.

It had small eyes, she could spear them and blind it. Tough armor, she couldn't even put a scratch on its hide. The tail…

"HELP!"

It could be cut off.

"WAHHH! WHY! PYRRHA HELP!"

But Jaune is still attached to it, he could be crushed by the limb. That wouldn't do.

"PYRRHA! IT'S NOT THE RELIC! IT'S NOT!"

She grinned in the face of a Death Stalker. Why did he have to be so damn adorable?

"Jaune! Whatever you do, don't let…" She tried to say.

And before either of them could comprehend it, a blonde bullet shot of its tail and went sailing towards the stars.

"…go…"

Pyrrha watched as her partner went soaring. Then she looked back to the Death Stalker, it eyed her up and almost seemed to say,

'You better run meat sack.'

She did.

It was a nice day, the weather was perfect, and the sky were clear… well… except for a falling object.

Jaune Arc.

He felt the wind rush past him and the world seemed to blur. Jaune felt sick, and it wasn't because of the flying. He was going to die. The fall would surely kill him. No amount of aura can stop you head from being split open as it collides with the earth. But it wasn't even the thought of death, it was all the things he would leave behind.

His parents, he had run away. Leaving his parents with the thought of their son as a dishonorable thief, stealing the family sword and hopping on the next dust plane to Beacon. He had told them of his acceptance to such a prestigious academy, but they had said no. They didn't think he was ready, yet he left anyway. What a shameful blemish on the Arc family he was.

Then his new found friends came to mind. Ruby, Yang, and Pyrrha. Dear Oum Pyrrha, he had just met her. There was still so much to do, so much to see. But he supposed it wasn't so bad. He had hit on an heiress, made friends with a protégée, and gotten his aura unlocked by a pretty girl. Not too bad indeed.

His eyes, watered by the wind, could make out the impending earth. A flash of red caught is attention as well. It zoomed right on past him, missing the knight by inches. He instantly recognized the blur.

Ruby was falling too? Well, at least Yang would catch her or something. No matter what, Ruby would always make it out okay. He smiled at this.

The ground grew closer and he knew his time was up.

Funny enough his last thought was of motion sickness, and how he had been terribly ill throughout the whole ride to Beacon. He remembered every bump and minor turbulence that made the ride all the more horrible. A resigned smile displayed his features as he had his last thought.

'Goodbye world, I hope hell isn't as bad as Beacon's dust planes.'

An image of the past flashed before his eyes and he was gone.

A familiar voiced tickled his ears as he struggled to open his eyes.

"I don't want to be the bee's knees! I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees!"

That voice was so comforting to his ears that he almost fell back into… wait… why was he asleep? Or was he?

Instantly his eyes shot open. Jaune arc sat ramrod straight on one of the ships benches. He quickly observed his surroundings in a panicked state. He was on a bullhead. The glass gave a view Beacon. Hadn't he already done this? What?

Wait.

He had died. Or did he? Jaune remembered thinking of his ride over to Beacon just before he… No. Obviously he wasn't dead. Then where was he?

Jaune glanced over to a short girl with a red hood and a busty blonde.

Oh… Oum. It wasn't where he was… it was when.

He threw up… again.

A/N: So… what'd you think? Please leave a comment, it's about the only thing that that motivates me to write. Thanks for your time! Bye!