Well, here we are again, and I think this time things will run much more smoothly. I enjoyed rewriting this and I hope you enjoy reading the first new chapter. Remember to Review, Favorite, and Follow and I'll catch you all later.

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Chapter 1: Into the Forest

"I'm sorry!"

Back against the wall, and with a dull ache ringing through his skull, Jaune Arc barely registered the red-heads apology. Despite his surprise from the javelin or even the dull ache, his mind was already working on a different issue.

Women were supposed to love confidence!

At least, that was what the blond had been led to believe from his Father's overly gregarious advice. Though he'd only ever been given tips or advice on members of the opposite sex once, and that was when he was still making his way through Grade School. Though, the Arc patriarch still had managed to engrave that talk firmly into his mind.

The intercom buzzed to life, but it was only awarded a slight recognition from the blond, doing little to pause the memory replaying behind his blue eyes. More precisely, his Father's own words about the fairer sex and how to court them, which was either horribly out of date or never worked in the first place.

'Remember this Jaune, and remember this well.' He had nodded, eyes full of wonder at these sacred words finally being passed to him 'All women and I do mean all women look for is confidence. If you show you have it in droves and you approach a girl without a hint of doubt, you'll never fail in attracting them.' He was so excited, the trick to finally getting his crush's attentions were revealed.

Then the very next day, he learned what the word rejection was and he had to wonder how his Father ever got married. That query alone was spawned from his advice not only never working, but effectively singling him out from the female population. Yet, whenever the Knight had gone back to ask his Father and perhaps be told what he was doing wrong, the older man had merely restated what he had told him.

Shaking away the memory, he moved his hands to try and remove the weapon currently keep him pinned to the solid stone wall. Only he couldn't make it budge, nor even wiggle with his pulls or shakes. Annoyed, he placed both hands firmly onto the poll and with as much strength as he could manage, pulled repeatedly on the handle. The boy even tried to apply what he still remembered about leverage from school, but it was ultimately a task in insanity.

This is impossible…

Giving up, his arms dropped back to his sides, along with any thoughts to escaping his present situation.

The Knight's gaze shifted when he saw the Snow Angel and Pyrrha begin to move past him. Before any words could pass his lips, Pyrrha easily pulled her javelin from his hoodie. His limp body, which had been relying on the javelin, fell to the ground, eliciting another sigh from his lips. Not from pain but from the slight annoyance at how easy it was for the spartan to pull the javelin from the wall.

"It was nice meeting you," claimed the girl, flashing a smile he'd seen hundreds of time before on the box of his favorite cereal.

"Likewise," muttered Jaune, turning his head as they walked past him towards the exit.

Turning back, he let his head rest on the locker behind him. The blond had to really wonder what drove him to come here in the first place. Besides wanting to prove himself, be a hero, and save people from the Grimm. That wasn't too much to ask for, was it?

"Argggh." Groaning in frustration, he slammed his head back against the locker, ignoring the dull ache that came a moment later. Trying to decide upon the next course of action and looking ahead, he noticed the two approaching him.

Instantly he recognized Ruby, but the girl next to her quickly had the knight's mind drawing a blank on the name. Though he could faintly recall her from the airship, particularly when he… blue eyes widened in realization.

Oh… I remember.

Before he could offer an apology, however, the rather buxom blond approached him. Ruby, who was following close behind, offered the knight a hand.

"Having some trouble there, Lady-Killer?" The voluptuous girl teased, whilst Ruby helped him to his feet.

Rising, Jaune gave a small shake of his head, "What did I do wrong?" Maybe getting advice about females from females was the way to go. The answer was bound to be better than the one he'd receive from his Father.

The miniature reaper seemed to struggle at the question, confusion plastered across her features at the Knight's question. Though, the blonde girl merely crossed her arms and allowed a knowing grin to spread across her features.

"Snow Angel probably wasn't the best start," she stated matter-of-factly, the grin never leaving her lips, which only caused him to brood a bit more at his social ineptness.

Another point to dad's advice failing…

Though, had the nickname really been the only problem? It didn't make sense to him; didn't girls like getting nicknames, or guys with confidence. His sisters all had nicknames and despite all its failings, Jaune's father still had women fawning after him. The harder Jaune tried to understand, it became apparent the answer was not as clear-cut as once thought.

"Come on, Jaune, let's go," Ruby stated with a cheerful smile, catching Jaune before he had a chance to zone out again on another bad father advice mental tangent.

Clearly, I need to call my father after passing initiation and sort some things out. Though assuming I'll even pass if hoping against hope by now.

Yet, girls were really the least of his problems at the current moment. Looking at the two before him did wonders in destroying what little confidence was left, reminding him that he was woefully unprepared for the day.

Just yesterday, the reaper had shown him her gun-scythe and this other girl looked like she had gun-gauntlets from a glancing view, and here he was with only Crocea Mors. It was true the blade was a time-honored heirloom in the Arc household and had only ever been wielded by the greatest of the clan each generation. A sword that supposedly cut down legions of Grimm with ease and brought monsters to their knees.

But those thoughts which had once comforted him now disturbed him deeply while the weapon hung at his side. A constant reminder of how undeserving he was to be its presence, but he would not give into despair.

But, as of now, as he caught sight of the other students, he wasn't sure he could manage even that. His plan had been to come to Beacon, become a huntsman, a hero, prove himself to his family and maybe find a girlfriend. But who would view a runt being helped by a little girl as a hero, not to mention his little slip-up on the Bullhead?

Didn't help people slipped in it.

Overall, Jaune had done little to paint the image of a hero, instead, he more than mastered the image of being a screw-up, a failure. Jaune shook his head to get out the negative thoughts. There was still time and he would prove himself. One bad day didn't mean they'd all be bad, despite the fact it had been two days.

He could feel his mood slightly improving, the goal of being better now firmly set. Initiation would change everything, he just knew it. With that thought, he could feel a smile coming to his features.

The two girls looked at him for a moment, uncertain if starting a conversation was a good idea based on his expression of deep thought, but upon seeing the smile upon his lips they decided it wouldn't hurt to talk on the way to the cliffs.

The walk down the hall and out to the cliffs went by very quickly due to the group's conversation, with Jaune quickly learning the blonde's name was Yang and surprisingly the two girls were sisters. The question quickly came up for partners among the three and the knight really couldn't tell who he'd want to partner with. Ruby, on the other hand, insisted that Yang and she would be partners despite the blonde's quick protests on the matter, which made him laugh softly.

The scene reminded him so much of his sisters that Jaune began to wonder how they were doing. Were they upset with him? Or would they understand the reasons, knowing why he had to do it? Though, it wouldn't surprise him if Azure was already on his tracks. She was always overprotective of him and looking back to the bickering sisters made him miss her even more.

Yet, despite the conversation and his own thoughts towards home, Jaune's would be lying to himself if he wasn't still focusing on how to improve his current situation, both with women and with being a hero. Reaching the cliffs, his mind momentarily froze as he set his eyes upon Snow Angel once again; her gaze was still as cold as usual upon seeing him. The knight looked away from her as he made his way onto what looked like a metal pad, turning his gaze out towards the forest while Professor Ozpin started speaking.

This is my chance… The blonde mentally prepared himself. I just have to get through this and I'll be on my way to becoming a real hero! Jaune grinned at the thought as he tried to pump himself up.

"Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path… or you will die." The headmaster's words quickly cut through the bravado in Jaune's mind as he keyed into the end of the explanation. More specifically the words 'you will die,' which didn't leave much room for interpretation.

"You will be monitored and graded through the duration of your initiation, but our instructors will not intervene." This really was the last chance, the Arc realized whilst Ozpin continued, "You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path containing several relics. Each pair must choose one and return to the top of the cliff." The knight nodded, find a relic at a temple easy…

Wait, pair? What did I miss? His mental projection of a voice managed to come off as panicked.

"You will guard that item, as well as your standing and we'll grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?"

So, a partner, and find a Relic. Sounds easy enough… Although one question was buzzing in his mind.

Shooting his hand into the air, he could scarcely hear something weird behind him, and under him. It slightly reminded him of the sound of his father loading his weapon. That thought aside he asked, "Yeah, um, sir?" Jaune tried to draw his attention, yet the man didn't seem to be looking for any raised hands, or at them.

"Good, now take your positions."

But he just asked for questions?! Can he not see me? But he's right in front of me.? He was slightly annoyed Who asks for questions, and then completely ignores the person asking? With a shake of his head, he decided this approach wouldn't work.

"Um… Sir, I have a question?" Asking aloud, he could hear that strange sound again, only it was slightly different, but Jaune thought nothing of it as he decided to directly ask the Headmaster.

"So, this landing strategy… thing? What is it?" The blond asked, feeling as though it was a loaded question, yet it seemed like it had to be asked. "You're, um, dropping us off, right?"

"No, you will be falling." Blue eyes widened instantly, his composure all but shattering right there as he failed to see the pad launches moving closer to his own. His own thoughts tunneling his perception towards the rather bored looking Professor.

Trying to play off his worry, he decided to probe the statement. "Oh... I see." He had a sliver of hope over what the Professor meant. Maybe he meant they'd be jumping out of a Bullhead, but why bring them here and what was that noise? "So, did you hand out parachutes for us?" The knight asked, wondering how much he missed in while spaced out.

"No. You will be using your own landing strategy."

Great. Just great. Of course, the Headmaster is like this. His head shook trying to shake away his thoughts on the man, but he didn't easily lose the annoyance. Why couldn't this guy be specific, or just answer my question? The knight's frustration was growing, and unfortunately helped distract him from the realization what he was standing on. "So… what exactly is a landing strategy-" The Arc was cut off immediately as he was launched into the air by the pad beneath his feet.

His body went ragdoll, arms flailed, and he'd be lying if he didn't feel the urge to vomit from the launch. Who would've guessed motion sickness transferred to being thrown through the air at high speeds by a springboard?

Tumbling through the sky without a clue as to how he was supposed to land. He couldn't help but think of his family, particularly his elder sister Azure. She always had a plan, always had a way to escape trouble, but he wasn't his sister. In those very moments, while freefalling in open space, his mind consolidated into one singular thought.

I'm going to fucking die.

Falling. It's one of the most basic and primordial fears of humanity. One that any sane or rational being would avoid like a plague. It was easily avoidable, and yet it was almost inescapable once you were on the descent.

Currently, Jaune Arc was getting to experience that very fear first hand.

His body contorted and twisted, his limbs grasped at nothingness for support, and his stomach felt the need to empty his already meager breakfast into the air. Luckily with the last issue, he'd been able to hold it back, distracting himself on the quick glances of his classmates. Looking for a solution amongst the others on a landing strategy, but he couldn't find anything to mimic.

Catching a look at the other blonde, he could feel his jaw dropping. Is Yang wearing sunglasses? Jaune processed, feeling his thoughts of them being 'fearless' may have been a grievous understatement in regards to the others. Though, instead of being locked into a new query over a landing strategy, his gaze was broken away when he turned and noticed something rapidly approaching towards him. The blond craning his body forward narrowly evaded the projectile with a smirk, whilst a far-off spartan frowned at the missed target.

Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all, he could avoid that javelin again. Yet, he had to wonder why she fired it at him again. It wasn't like he was hitting on her from his current position. Or was she fighting a Grimm and it went to high?

It worried him for a moment that she might be in trouble without her weapon, but as Jaune reached the height of his flight, his thoughts shifted to prepare himself for his inevitable landing.

Yet, oddly enough at this height, the world was so much more serene in a strange and very terrifying way. The wind seemed to slow, the sounds of tree's rustling barely reached his ears, and the sky never seemed as clear nor vibrant. It was this serenity that told Jaune Arc, he was about to die, and he'd be a crater in the ground, or possibly repainting the ground.

The details on what type of splat he would make upon hitting the ground weren't too important.

Fighting down the urge to scream and the constant pain in his stomach, the young Arc realized he was rapidly hurtling back towards the ground, limbs still flailing, and no idea occupying his mind on how to land and survive. Though, fortunately, his luck wasn't out just yet.

Unfortunately, luck could also be very fickle on how it decided to help and as Jaune hit the first branch, luck decided it would hurt for his assistance, a lot. He felt the breath leave his lungs as the first branch struck across his midsection and the sound of a few ribs cracking was felt more than heard. Twisting over that one, Jaune hit another across his back, this time the branch breaking in response to the force. Falling further a little more, and avoiding the rest of the tree, he struck the trunk of another, sending his bones jolting whilst a searing pain enveloped him.

Head spinning, vision blurry, and his torso inflamed in agony, the knight barely managed to mutter "Is it over…"

In response, his body dropped from the trunk, landing unceremoniously on the ground in a mostly broken heap. Dragging his arms to his head, he lifted the limb to rest on top of the appendages, his pained groans filling the emptiness around him. Trying to rise, he dropped with a hiss, a sharp pain along his left side signifying he may have cracked or broken something. Though, it was hard to be certain in regards to an actual diagnosis.

Gritting his teeth, he started to rise, pain spiking with every muscle he used. His body tried to force him back down, but Jaune would not give up. Standing on his legs, arm wrapped over his abdomen and taking sharp breaths, he surveyed his surroundings. He had a temple to find and a partner to gain, and he wasn't going to fail over a few scrapes. Just a flesh wound.

A hand rose to his mouth covering the violent hacking that quickly projected from his lips, and bringing the appendage away from his lips, blue eyes widened slightly at the sight of stark crimson dripping down his palm. That was worse than a few scrapes and bruises, by a lot.

One problem at a time. He'd have to hope for a doctor after initiation, provided he could make it through in the first place.

Moving forward, a limp quickly formed as he continued, moving in a random direction. Shambling forth, he slowly made his way past a few trees, eyes roaming looking for a temple of any kind. Or even a sign, at this point he would've loved a map. Moving along, the knight took in the ambient sights of the forest, with the occasional sound of gunfire breaking his focus.

What does this temple look like? Was it ruins, a structure like a base, or maybe it looked like a church? He pondered through the list of possibilities. To be honest, despite the pain, and occasional coughs bringing forth with them tiny flecks of crimson. Though despite everything that had gone horrible, he couldn't help but think this was exciting. It reminded the young Arc of the old books he used to read, the stories his younger sister Jade would beg him to read for her. Of a wounded Hero pressing on through pain and obstacles, never wavering from his quest.

That was what Jaune had always wanted to be, and maybe one day he'd reach that goal. Looking ahead, he spotted the remnants of walls, or maybe they were at one point, but time had all but destroyed the structures. Approaching the ruin, he passed through what was probably once a doorway, and examining the area could see the outlines of what had once been walls to a building and the pieces of a roof that had fallen forming clutter and debris. Time had a talent for being unkind to what it touched, and this place had clearly been subject to time's harsh touch.

"Ouch!" His arm hugged a bit too tightly, and a quick jolt snapped the blonde out of his thoughts. Spotting a particularly withered rock, he moved over taking a seat, a small break wouldn't hurt after all, and besides, he might have found the temple already. Spying a staircase delving deeper into the earth, it was quite possible this is where he was supposed to go.

Strange then that there weren't any other students here yet, but maybe he'd arrived first. It was possible, given everyone had been going their own ways in the air. Maybe he'd lucked out, but was he really that lucky. The sound of a howl quickly destroyed that notion, along with any chance of a calm rest. He knew that howl, the same howl he'd heard from outside the walls of his village, the same howls his father had told them all to be wary of. There were Grimm and they were close by, but maybe they hadn't been alerted or sensed him.

Another howl, closer this time, shattered that hope.

Forcing himself back upon unsteady legs, he could feel the pain of his injuries slowly pushing him towards unconsciousness. This was not a time to rest, however, and looking for an escape, the staircase looked to be his best avenue.

Shuffling as fast as he could manage, the blond made his way down the staircase. Almost slipping a few times, he made it to the bottom right as the sound of growls reached his ears. Very loud growls, which caused to look back spotting the Beowolf awaiting at the top of the stairs. Staring down at him as a wolf would a sheep, but in this case, Jaune felt he'd put up much less of a struggle.

But he'd still fight all the same, and with that decision, he shakily drew Crocea Mors and expanded the shield. Jaune would go out fighting, and adopting as much of a stance as he could, he awaited the harbinger of his death.

So he waited.

And waited.

Either this Grimm was using some new form torture with the wait, or for some reason or another, it refused to follow him down. In fact, Jaune noticed it refused to even touch the stairs, truly confusing the teen.

"Aren't Grimm supposed to attack people when they're hurt, or just in general?" Jaune asked this aloud, as his mind failed to internalize the question. The knight's eyes were continually closing and reopening, hoping the monster was a delusion brought on because of his injuries.

'Well, normally they would. Yet, this location hardly counts as normal, Arc.'

His head twisted back fast enough to gain whiplash, eyes wide. "Who said that!" He called out. It had sounded like it had been right next to him, and yet the room was empty and barren. Debris littering around him, illuminated only by the cracks running along the ceiling, bleeding sunlight through. "Who's there!?"

'An apt question, yet… I can't help but wonder how the former and latter came to be questions of yours, Arc.'

Was he insane, was this a delusion brought about by a mind wracked in pain? The knight didn't think so, or at least he hoped so even as he felt the urge to collapse. Fear and worry started to flow from him as he kept looking for the voice's owner.

"Am I insane…" he muttered.

'A possibility, but you seem stable, to me at least.' It paused, or she, seeing that the voice sounded distinctly feminine. 'Though, those injuries seem quite a bit less than stable. Is there a reason you've not healed them?'

"Who are… Where are you?" He asked again, frustration going by this unseen woman.

A moment passed, but sure enough, the voice filled his mind again. 'For whom, I am your prisoner.' It was a simple reply, yet he could feel a tinge of bitterness accompanying the end. 'As to where, further inside, as I have always been.'

The knight could help the absolute look of confusion over his features. "How are you, my prisoner?"

'Not yours per-say, yet your family did imprison me and has kept me… secluded ever since.'

You would think one would be far more panicked with a situation such as random disembodied voices, but she sounded almost bored. The situation being retold as easily as a student giving an answer to a teacher.

"Why would my family imprison you?"

'For trying to save this world of course.'

If it weren't for the weight of his injuries, he'd have dropped his arms in surprise. That wasn't a response he'd been expecting, particularly after being told she was a prisoner. But, why would his family imprison someone for trying to save the world, allegedly?

He shook his head having to remind himself not to simply believe everything he was being told.

"If you were trying to save the world? Why would they imprison you?"

'To answer that question requires an explanation. One I believe you wouldn't have time for.'

His brow furrowed at the answer, not quite certain as to her meaning. "Why wouldn't I have time?"

'Your wounds alone are quite severe, and I can feel your pain.' As if on cue, any adrenaline he may have had from the fall began wearing off, and his enflamed side felt instead like needles. Pain erupted causing the blond to fall to his knees, another cough following up with a generous wad of blood leaving his mouth. 'Quite the predicament you must find yourself in.' She sounded amused. 'Either succumb to your wounds or leave and find some honor in being cut down by the wolves. An interesting choice to be certain.'

What a choice. Die here, or die at the door. All the while he kept hearing this voice, making him wonder if he'd already given in.

'Although, those aren't your only choices young Arc.' Her interjection came almost as a response to his thoughts, making him wonder if she could hear them.

"Then what are my choices?"

'You could right the wrongs of your predecessors, and in doing so save yourself.'

He could feel frustration coming around, and it made him wonder if there was something in the water around Beacon that caused people to talk like this. Shaking those thoughts aside, he decided to inquire, "What do you mean right the wrongs of my predecessors and save myself? How can I save myself?"

The audible sound of a sigh filled the knight's senses. 'By releasing me from my prison, I could save you from your current fate.'

"Oh." It was all he could say, and to be fair it wasn't a normal occurrence to be apparently dying while a Grimm waited at the doorstep hoping you'd decide to try and fight your way out. Even less so, when you considered hearing the voice of a woman in your head claiming to be a prisoner of your family, and then claiming she could save you. If he'd gone crazy, it wouldn't surprise him at all at this point, but crazy or not, death was not a preference he wanted to choose. He still had to prove himself, and the blond would see his family again regardless of whatever happened.

Hard to do that, though, if I'm dead on the floor. There really wasn't much of a choice and he was caught between either dying or hope the woman he was talking to was not only real but could help him survive.

He made his decision. "What would I have to do to… free you?"

'You could not imagine how long, I have desired to hear those words.' The words sang through his mind in pure joy, and with them, he struggled to get back on his feet. 'Across the room, on the far end lies an engraving of your family's symbol.'

Following her instructions, he spotted the wall, or rather the engraving. Jutting out of smooth stone, and seemingly untouched by the tests of time was his The Arc Clan's symbol. Though there was a cut through it almost resembling a slot, and as he shambled closer to it the blond found his suspicions to be correct.

"Okay. I found it." He looked around uncertain of how to proceed "Well, what do I do next?"

'Use the key.'

"Key- "

'Your sword. Use your sword.'

Holding up his blade, he couldn't help but think about how the legendary blade of the Arc family was a key. It was kind of lame in a strange way, but regardless of his feelings on the matter, he raised the sword to meet the engraving before plunging it into the opening. He waited a moment for something to happen, but as the wall failed to change in appearance, or any sounds went off to confirm that it had worked, he tried rotating the blade. He wasn't very surprised to see the engraving twist with the blade, a loud audible clicking coming from behind the stone wall.

Withdrawing the blade, the wall which it was once plunged in dropped into the ground revealing another short stairwell.

"Just my luck, more stairs." Muttering aloud to no-one in particular, he descended the thankfully short stairs, though he had to catch himself from falling more than once. Was anyone else hurt as badly as him, or did his luck make him the only one to harmed this badly?

Reaching the bottom, he wasn't surprised to find the room shrouded in shadow, he quickly noticed the chill that went down his spine as he stepped into it, with the impossibly smooth walls coming in at a not that close second. Once the knight stepped pass the final step, the room was suddenly illuminated by the braziers lining the walls, the ancient torches relighting upon entrance. Looking around, he felt thankful for the sudden illumination and examining this new room he noted that this one had been smaller, and somehow felt older than the section of the structure he had just left.

It was very spartan, holding nearly nothing, but what it did contain, which happened to be across the room from him, quickly demanded his attention. Another symbol, however, it wasn't his own, but a twelve-pointed snowflake adorning a coffin or Sarcophagus of some kind. The knight wasn't certain which word properly described what he saw, but it didn't matter as a familiar voice broke the quiet.

'And at last, you stand before me. The first of your family to do so since… Well, not even I could be certain on how much time has passed.'

"You've been-" He started hacking again, blood leaving his mouth once again. Unlike the woman he was speaking to, time was not something he had in abundance. "Been here a while then? So what do I do now?" The blond was this far, and he might as well see it through.

'Across from you lies my cell or tomb as a predecessor of yours once joked.' There was a very clear annoyance at recalling that 'All that remains is for you to approach my cell, lay your hand upon my symbol, and speak these words. 'Lilith, I, your name, hereby release you from your imprisonment.' After which I will be free to spare you from your fate.'

"So, your name is Lilith?"

'Yes.'

His vision was blurring with another jolt of pain surging through him, stronger than the last. It threatened to force him to the ground, but he resisted. Not yet, he would not fall here, not while there was a chance ahead of him. Looking on ahead he approached the stone coffin, hand shakily outstretching as he placed it upon the smooth stone. Surprisingly, it began to glow beneath his fingers, but no heat came from it, only cold illumination.

He swallowed "Lilith, I, Jaune Arc, hereby release you from your imprisonment." His hand recoiled away from the suddenly freezing symbol.

'You may want to think of something happy now.' She followed with a chuckle as ancient locks audibly unlatched, and unbolted, unseen mechanisms activating releasing restraints that had held for centuries. Backing away a bit more, he watched like the wall before, the lid dropped, and following like a flood was a surge of inky darkness. It chilled him to his core and forced him to the ground with no fight. Indeed, he didn't feel an urge to fight, nor happiness, nor joy, all he could feel was despair and sadness, grief and sorrow.

Negative emotions flowed forth in droves, surging past the unfortunate teen and out into the forest. Unbeknownst to him all within the forest, short of the cliffs dropped or were overwhelmed by the darkness and despair. The will to live was rapidly leaving Jaune Arc, and right as he would have used Crocea Mors to end the horror, the sadness ceased.

Rolling onto his back, he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes struggling to stay open.

"You have my thanks." It was raspy, guttural, not at all like the voice he'd previously heard, and yet he was too weak to look back at the coffin, injuries and cold rapidly forcing him into unconsciousness. Before his eyes could shut, he saw it above him, a being wrapped in shadow like a skin, eyes glowing brighter than any Grimm's making his breath hitch.

"Sleep now, young Arc." A clawed hand draped in darkness descended over his face, blending in with the darkness that was overtaking his vision as his eyes closed. "It's not your time. Not yet." With those final words, his senses abandoned him. The relief of unconsciousness overtaking him.

And here we go again, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and let me know if you liked this new approach to our titular hero and his new 'Friend.' And thank you all for your support, and feedback, and as always I'll catch you all next chapter.