Dark, Bloodied characters in Remnant

Chapter 3

Hello and welcome to the third installment of Dark characters in Remnant. This arc will be about the nameless king (and his storm drake) making an appearance in the climax of season 3 of RWBY: The Vale invasion. Lets just get right into it, my dearest reader.

Did any of you know that I in fact do not own RWBY or Dark souls 3? Me neither.

In ancient times, a bell tower was erected out of nowhere with no reason. Those in search of a home, built a small village around the great bell tower, hoping to receive some kind of guardian to watch over them. They had flourished. Populations rose, expansions occurred, and the people lived in an age of warmth under the watchful bell tower. The first to explore the bell tower had discovered decorations of suns with a watchful face upon its center, as well as a stone statue inside of a war god with a large sword-like spear. Ages had past, since the first Valesians settled with the tower, learning a legend, that if the bell is rung in a time of crisis, a great protector would descend from the heavens to save the people the bell tower watches over.

Ancient Valesians neared extinction during an unexplained full-scale invasion of the dark creatures of grimm, before a child by the name of Gweveryn Arc had rung the bell after seeing the Grimm tear down his most loved people. His tears fell upon the tower's golden bell as he pulled a rope that would swing its mass. After its ringing, the child saw no protector, heard no heroic yells like the ones his grandfather told of.

Rather, a great shriek echoed through a dark night sky, before its clouds parted instantly to reveal an even greater beast, surrounded by the crackling lightning that would dispel the night that Grimm cling to.

Right now, this legacy repeats itself.

Jaune Arc felt a tug as he ran towards the ancient bell tower, while he wasn't much of a believer of the ancient blessing upon Vale, there was no other choice. He was ordered by Headmaster Ozpin to ring the bell at all costs, even while it seemed more effective to help his friends defend Beacon and Vale. Around his neck, a blessing made and gifted to him from his seven sisters sprung erratically with his stride, they wanted something to remember him by, as well as to protect him. While he pushed the large front doors, his faith in the legend grew, caused by the potential of death to his friends. Now past the front doors, Jaune dashed as fast as he could to the old stone stairs, stealing a glance at the statue of a supposed war-god, and found himself laughing momentarily at the thought of such a majestic form would help someone like himself and his friends, but he had to, for what could the young boy be without the guidance of his most important friends. Just as the stairs seemed endless, the golden bell hung in its ancient glory.

Jaune had spotted a large rope that disappeared to the top of the relic bell and clinged to it desperately, before attempting to pull it down along with his form. The weight of the bell certainly made itself known through the rope. The bell had tolled for the first time, and Jaune could feel himself coming to tears of desperation, composing himself, he shook his head quickly, some of the tears landed on his clothing, a few drops found their way onto the great bell. He rung the bell several times before coming to doubts about the legacy.

"Alright, now that it's been rung, its time to help the rest" Jaune mused to himself as he traveled the stone cold stairs once more.

Ozpin, upon hearing the bell, smirked lightly. And Cinder had noticed it.

"You think a fake legacy can save your people? Ozpin? She was right about you...such arrogance." Her belittling voice came.

Ozpin remained silent.

On a battle cruiser in the night sky, an informant relayed a message to his captain.

"Uhm...Sir? There's a bogey coming in by way of the sea, its coming straight for Vale, but its too big to be a normal Nevermore." He finished.

"What?" Ironwood whispered to himself, "It cant be, can it? Ozpin, you were...hiding this from us all weren't you?" He quietly finished.

"Sorry sir?" Came the informant, with confusion on his face.

"Nothing soldier, if its a grimm then shoot it down. If it isn't, then, well, just leave it."

"Yes sir." The informant finished with a salute.

Down on the battle field, in the park where a previous breach occurred, Jaune ceased fighting for a moment due to a heat in his chest. He stopped to glance at the talisman his sisters had made for him. Causing Pyrrha to pause as well.

"Jaune? What is it?" She asked.

"This...isn't supposed to be glowing." Jaune answered, and true to his word, the small charm was glowing and was now warm to the touch.

But before Pyrrha could reply, a ghostly shriek came from the sky above, they turned their heads towards the sky of the docks, and Jaune's charm glowed a little brighter by the second.

But before their theory of another dark dragon was confirmed, the clouds parted instantly, revealing a massive, feathery creature, with a small extension up from the head that was the Nameless King himself.

"I-It's real..." Jaune breathed, confusing Pyrrha.

"Jaune, what is that!?" She asked with distress in her voice.

"It's a legend, if you ring the bell during a time of crisis, then...an ancient guardian will descend to protect the people...I can't believe its really real!" He answered with hysteria. Surely with this, Vale could be saved.

Upon the night sky, the Nameless King ruffled the neck of his ancient friend, and pointed towards a dark dragon circling the city, and slowly, their course changed to face the elder Grimm dragon.

Throughout Beacon, students all held varied expressions as the Storm Drake flew overhead, intent on chasing the dark dragon Grimm. Few remembered the old legend but all watched in bewilderment as the Nameless king hurled spears of lightning towards the dark dragon, as it spilled and spread it's filthy darkness where ever it flew.

"Wha...it can't be! The legend, it's...it's real!" Blake quietly voiced while her hands covered her mouth in disbelief mimicking Ruby and Yang, to the confusion of Weiss.

A sunlight spear had been lodged into the dark dragon's torso, as it crashed into a small parking lot. After flying overhead one more time, the Nameless king and his treasured ally descended into the lot.

The dark dragon, in its staggered state, could not see that the Storm drake had reared on it's hind legs, while the Nameless king pulled his Sword-Spear overhead. When the Storm drake returned his front legs to the asphalt surface, so did the First born aim to impale his spear into the part of the torso that connected the head.

However before it would be destroyed, the dark dragon moved unexpectedly forward in a way that made spear destroy the roots of it's wings.

Now, unable to fly, a dark dragon could only watch a Storm drake reel backwards, only to extend its head outwards toward it. It's beak cracked open to reveal a torrential wall of flame, getting hotter and closer, until the dark dragon was completely consumed. Upon remembering the existence of it's legs, the dark dragon pitifully attempted to flee, leaving its dark wing to reduce to ashes carried with the wind.

The Nameless king, along with the Storm drake stalked behind menacingly for a moment, until it lurched forward, enough for the Nameless king to hold his Great Sword-spear overhead.

The tip of the Sword-spear fell to the nape of the dark dragon in a violent, beautiful display of a lightning storm.

Jaune had remembered a dream just like a moment that had just passed, as it came, so did many memories and visions that were not his, visions of recieving teachings from a war-god of great sunlight. And the effectiveness of the teaching's effectiveness against the dark.

So, instead of swinging a blade from close range, Crocea Mors was, for the first time, sheathed away during combat. Opting for what seemed like a better solution, his hands reached for the talisman wrapped around his neck, that now glowed like as bright as the sun.

An incoming beowolf had, unfortunately, bypassed Pyrrha for Jaune, upon seeing his vulnerable state.

"Eyargh!" Jaune shouted, as he held the talisman, now wrapped in lightning, within his left hand overhead, as if to throw a spear, before it was brought down to punish the beowolf.

The heat of the lightning must have been too strong for the black wolf to withstand, as it turned into dust immediately.

Pyrrha watched in amazement before ultimately asking.

"Jaune, t-that was amazing! Just how did you do that!?"

"I-I dont know Pyrrha, it...just came to me." He answered while looking at the talisman in his left, before pulling out his sword, and held it over the blade, encasing it in lightning.

"You have to show me how, after this." She chimed, lightly laughing for a moment.

"Yeah, lets just focus on getting out of here and back to Beacon with the others" He finished.

"Sir, is that what I think?" An informant his captain.

"Y-Yes soldier, that is the Guardian of Vale." Ironwood finally got out, eyes wide at how he controlled lightning with such ease.

The Nameless King and his legendary Storm drake were among the sky, chasing down individual Nevermores. The Drake had hovered in midair, as flocks of little nevermores seek to impale both it and the King, who had weaved his hand over his weapon, willing the lightning to flare dramatically.

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