The courtyard was full of ghosts breathing softly, and silently beneath the shattered moon. One moved across the courtyard restlessly, watching the others through the distant lens of time. As the ghosts walked, and mimed conversations amongst themselves. The lone ghost walked swiftly and silently as memories of a less chaotic, and more peaceful time played across the courtyard. The ghost saw the first time she had ever stepped foot on Beacons grounds looking at the massive tower, and large courtyard in awe. Her new mentor looking at her in amusement before guiding her across the courtyard. As the ghost continued to walk across the courtyard the scene began to shift and morph before her eyes.

There she stood a younger version of the ghost her back almost touching the wall of Beacon tower. Her scythe in rifle form aiming down the sights towards a lone bottle that stood vigilant about seventy meters from the airship docks students crowding around her, and standing near the bottle. It was the day she had broken her mentor's record that she had set during her fourth year at Beacon despite it being so trivial it was one of her proudest, and happiest memories. Standing off to the side of her, and the students stood her mentor with a sullen look across her face still distraught with the news of her uncle's passing. To this day the ghost would never claim she was trying to break the record she would always say that she was trying to test out the rifle function of the scythe that she had finished creating not three weeks before. She subtly adjusted for the wind mentally calculating where she would need to shoot in order to hit the bottle slowly squeezing the trigger letting the bullet fly. The shot rang out for what seemed like an eternity to the ghost before being replaced by the sound of shattering glass, and the exclamations of shock, and surprise. Though none of this pleased her more than the large beamng smile that had covered her mentor's face replacing the sad look the ghost had hated seeing on her face.

A small sad smile crossed the ghosts face before she continued walking slowly the scene shifted once again this time replacing the the courtyard with a scene the ghost had never seen before. It was her, but with a group of people she had never seen before in her life except maybe the black haired boy with the tattered cloak. Sitting on her right next to a blonde haired boy on her left was a raven haired girl this was the same scene she had seen in her dream, and it confused her to no end. When did she sit with these people, and since when had she known the younger version of her mentor's uncle or did that thing in the ravine do something to her? Did it give her the memories of an older look alike or is it trying to tell her something? The ghost shook her head as the vision dissipated before the path she was walking eventually gave way to the wide walls of the dorms.

Sorry everyone for not posting in some time I have been sidetracked with a great deal of things I am giving this sneak peak to let you guys know that I am not giving up on this story though uploads will be varied because I am going to possibly be juggling this with another story if I get around to ironing out its plot.