First things first.

I'm SO sorry for not updating for about 2-3 weeks. I cannot for the life of me figure out how the story will progress after chapter 13 - or whatever chapter it was on - so for now, the chapters won't be that good in terms of plot holes and out of character out of characters. (Heh, say that 3x fast.)

Anyways, on to something I should have adressed long ago, you guys, the reviewers and the followers/favoriters - is that even a word? - are people that I can say that without a doubt...

You da best!

All the people who take time out of their days to read all the crap I have to offer and give out pointers,it warms my heart - don't put that out of context - to see that. So thank you to everyone who patiently waited for another chapter due to my lack of skill and incompetence.

Seriously why people read stuff written by me is a question that no one can answer.

So without further ado, the long awaited chapter 14!

Chapter 14

Jaune sighed, letting his head hit back against the wall for the umpteenth time, making a mildly annoying thump. Luckily, no one was awake to hear it, all of his friends being asleep for the ride back home.

It was a very long affair, thus bringing us back to the oh so fun game of 'bang your head against the wall.' Well, it also helped him think - dust knows why - so I guess it could be considered killing two birds with one stone...?

Anyways...they were part of a prophecy now, huh?

He certainly didn't expect this to happen during his time at the prestigious Beacon Academy, actually, he didn't expect much at all. Given all the circumstances he and Raven had encountered together during their travels.

Alas, the world is full of many surprises, something Jaune should have been used to by now.

Well I mean, if you thought about it, everyone should've been used to the world and it's 'surprises'. Because I mean- getting off topic here.

He thought back to when he was a kid, his dreams of becoming a hero - while they didn't die down - were quite amusing compared to how it was logically supposed to work out. A childish mindset makes for an extensive imagination, which in turn, gives children the ability to think up of things no one would even begin to comprehend.

But that left one problem, while Jaune as a kid wanted to be a hero like he did now,he wanted to save everyone with no casualties whatsoever. Now, though, he understands that nothing like that can be achieved without bloodshed to follow.

It's imagination that would be able to lull children into a false sense of security.

Think about it, children like to imagine they would be able to change the world, or in Jaune's case, be a hero. Be the one thing almost everyone aspired to be. Children would imagine all of their dreams, and some would be content with just that, imagining a new reality.

They would be stuck in a never ending circuit between dreams and reality, but with enough imagination, dreams would be reality. Only, it would be in their mindset that they actually did something to prove themselves worthy of such titles.

Jaune learned the hard way that imagination wasn't all you needed to be a good fighter, a good tactician, or even a good hero. Reality, in one way or another, would only be useful in taking your mind of things, but even then it would be hard getting those thoughts out, making concentrating quite the challenge.

He knew a lot of people would disagree, explain to him all the ways that imagination was really all you needed to start something big. That would only be because they haven't had to deal with the 'real world' just yet.

But Jaune had.

He took a deep breath. In and out.

How would he be able to lead a team of heroes to fight one 'final boss' when he almost died and unintentionally forced his friends to have to come and save him, from someone who couldn't even be considered close to what the prophecy entailed?

He was barely able to lead his team to the assault mission as it was. But now he had to do all this? He was doubting himself as of this minute, who knew how much more it would be when the time came to fight?

"Hey, are you OK?" a voice asked, breaking him out of his inner dialogue.

Jaune swerved his head around and let his Ocean blue eyes meet the icy irises of another. "Peachy." he answered.

Weiss raised an eyebrow, letting her gaze try to pierce through Jaune's lie and make him confess what had been bothering him for the past few hours. "You know you can't lie to me. Now. What. Is. Wrong?" she demanded, emphasizing every word as if it were it's own sentence.

Jaune shifted uncomfortably on the rough, steel floor, suddenly becoming interested in the...pattern of the tiles below him. "I-It's, well, it's..." Jaune trailed off.

"It's what?" Weiss prompted, her gaze softening, having the general idea of where this was going.

Jaune shuffled awkwardly. "Well, all this," he gestured to nothing in particular, "Mostly of what the writing on the wall had foretold. If I'm correct, I'm supposed to be the one leading you guys towards some entity above all else. But how can I do that if I can barely keep myself alive from the likes of Roman?" he turned his face towards Weiss, and she was able to see something she hadn't seen before in his eyes, a foreign emotion.

Fear.

He was scared. Scared of what this 'entity' may be, scared of having to fight the 'entity', and most importantly, scared of leading his friends off on a fools quest. Where everyone was just bound to perish one way or another. He was afraid of failing, no, not just failing, he was scared of failing his friends.

Weiss walked over to the wall and slid down next to where Jaune sat, taking a deep breath as if pondering over what she could say next. "Look," she paused, uncertainty seeping through her usually arrogant personality, "I may not be the best at giving talks like these. But I know I speak for everyone when I say, we believe you won't fail us, no, we know you won't fail us, and we'll be with you through every step of this 'prophecy." she finished.

She scooted closer and brought his head down into her lap. Stroking his blonde locks no different from when Winter had done this when Weiss was having a bad day.

Jaune let out a tear stained chuckle, "That was pretty much the cheesiest thing I've ever heard you say." Jaune mumbled into the fabric of her skirt, eliciting a twitch upwards of Weiss's lips.

"Well it worked didn't it?" she quipped.

That was apparently the right thing to say, seeing as it sent Jaune into another burst of - sort of sad - chuckles. "Yeah, guess it was."

He let out a yawn, which in turn, caused Weiss to yawn as well. People dis say yawns were contagious, but that's besides the point.

Jaune could feel sleep threatening to overcome him, and for the first time, he didn't try to fight it.

What is this stuff?

That was the first thing he thought when he examined the mossy contents of the forest he was tasked to expedite. Crocea Mors held in a reverse grip within the palm of his hand. He took a subtle glance towards his mentor and locked eyes with her, a silent question/answer passing between the two of them.

He sighed, "So you don't know either?"

"I have the general idea." Raven answered cryptically.

"Then why don't you just tell me? It would be easier to explore if I actually knew what the heck I was exploring in the first place!" Jaune ranted.

It fell onto deaf ears, however, as she trudged towards the deeper parts of the forest, causing Jaune to groan and try to catch up. His feet padded against the soft yet sharp blades of grass beneath him, thumps heard with each step taken.

Raven raised her 'mom arm' out to stop Jaune from moving forward any further, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Jaune while Raven didn't respond.

A rustle could be heard from the bushes.

She unsheathed her katana with the hilt showing that fire dust had been selected, and created an arc of fire headed straight to the source. The audible sound of pierced flesh rang through their ears, followed by the thump of two corpses.

"Skitters?" Jaune questioned.

Raven nodded, "It would appear so."

Skitters were nasty little creatures, considerably low B class at the very least - due to the fact that they always traveled together in packs. Meaning one or two of these bad boys could be counted as a D class, low C class at best.

That being said, stray Skitters were uncommon around these parts, one of two reasons being - much like humans in the military - they could get ejected.

The other reason being that their entire pack had been killed off by hunters or the like.

Highly unlikely - due to their practically scarless bodies, sans the clean cut that ran through the middle of what would be their torsos. Skitters were known for not backing down from a fight, unless it deemed entirely necessary.

Meaning it would at least have some cuts from battle to show it.

"You get the feeling something's not right here?" Jaune questioned.

Raven nodded, "Yes, this all does seem strange."

She swiftly jammed her blade into the hilt and let a mechanical spinning noise ring through the air. Landing on ice dust with finality, she quickly unsheathed it again, the sword now emanating an icy blue light.

Jaune sighed, unfurling his shield to proudly display the Arc crescents to the world around him. Letting his own aura engulf both his sword and shield, blazing white wisps evaportating into empty space.

Raven started towarss where the Skitters came from, Jaune following step by step.

He batted any stray branches from grazing past his...everywhere, but stopped midstep when Raven raised her left arm in a stopping gesture.

"Raven? What's wrong? Do you-" Jaune started, only to get stopped by a loud noise reverberating throughout the forest.

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAR!

"What was that?!" Jaune shrieked.

"I don't know! But it came from over here! Hurry!" Raven commanded.

Jaune obliged, running at full pace, just barely matching Raven's. Aura forged within every little step he took whilst sprinting.

They ran a few ways until they reached an open clearing. Jaune had wide eyes and almost dropped both his weapons in terror at the sight he beheld.

A wyvern...an SS class grimm.

Was this what they were tasked to find? No...it couldn't be, they would've recieved prior warning. Then...Was it really a trap?

"Raven, how much do you trust the mission assigner?" Jaune asked, a slight tremble present within his voice.

"I-I..." Raven couldn't formulate a response. Then could that person really have betrayed them?

But Jaune wasn't able to catch what she was REALLY looking at, until now.

A woman - with pure black hair, firey orange eyes, and a red flowing combat dress - was PETTING the Wyvern, as if it were some kind of house pet.

"Ah, I see Pyrhhus was able to 'convince' you to check this place out. Better reward him." the woman said in a suggestive, yet dangerous tone. He words like fire that tryed to burn you from the inside out.

The woman turned to face where Jaune and Raven stood, she kept on petting the wyvern and used her other hand to grab a black sword in front of her.

"I'll be seeing you soon, Jaune Arc."

The sword currently flying in the air and impaling it within Jaune's skull, which in turn, awoke him from his ominous dream.

He woke with a start, breathing heavy breaths and a few beads of sweat having trailed down his face.

Weiss was looking over him with concern showing within her eyes, "Jaune, are you ok? Did you have a horrid dream or something?" she asked.

Jaune was only able to nod meekly. What had she meant when she said she would see him soon? Unless...

"Who's piloting this bullhead." he questioned, his voice slowly raising and his tone becoming more serious.

"W-what do you mean, why do you-" she started, only to get stopped by Jaune's piercing stare.

"Let me ask again. Who. Is. Piloting. This Bullhead?" he demanded.

Clicking heels were audible, coming closer and closer within his ear drums, "Why, I am. Fancy meeting you here Jaune Ard." a sultry voice purred.

Jaune turned his fearful gaze up and quickly got back on his feet, despite his motion sickness.

The girl from his dreams...why was she here?

AN: I'm SO sorry, again...well for maybe the third time...I don't honestly know. This chapter took way more longer then I had intended it to, ideas constantly coming in and going out of my head. So, the thing with him and Raven, you can probably tell that actually never happened, despite it looking like a flashback. Secondly, the whole thing with the woman - oh come on, you all know it's Cinder - and her piloting the bullhead, I wanted it to be kind of like an expansion of her piloting the bullhead in volume one episode one...just an idea I had. Third, towards the end the chapter got rushed - horridly so - and I just wanted to say sorry, for probably the umpteenth time.

Oh and as for when a sequel for Broken is coming out, I'm not entirely sure on that regard, so just keep waiting? I guess? Anyways...

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