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Beacon Academy.

The moment the bullhead landed onto Beacon's docks and the bay door swung open, was the moment Llywelyn clambered out, completely drained. Mobility in the air never sat well with him, ever since he got on top of that Pegasus when he was a young lad. The bullhead only reinforced it. Even if he didn't feel the wind bash against his face or the shaking of the craft, the very thought sickened him. He didn't get air sick. He had a fear of flying. Of course every time Gnarl would try to bring up the idea of a flying mount like a dragon or manticore, The Overlord would scream at him, before verbally attacking him, one time even chucking him down a set of stairs. It's a wonder he's survived all those injuries.

The Deputy Headmistress sighed, before using flicking her riding crop up, levitating the Old/Young man off the ground. "Come now Mister, there's someone who wants to meet you. Even if you don't technically exist." she explained sternly. They did a little background check on him only to find nothing. It was like he was a ghost. Llywelyn only grumbled in response. While he had the option to run or at least fight, his rusty political side began to think. Only fleeing or fighting would put him in worse of a spot than he was already in. He had no clue how long time had passed, and he despite knowing the area around his own tower, the geography had changed quite a bit. The hill it used to stand upon was not there, replaced by a forest within a valley. Spree was close by, but when he got to take a glimpse outside the vehicle from one of the windows, he'd seen the drastic change in its appearance. It certainly didn't look like a village anymore. Looked akin to Heaven's Peak, excluding the buildings lit up from afar like a burning field of wheat.

Llywelyn was let down softly by the Witch's magic, and promptly stood up. She pressed one of the many buttons listed beside the door, and like those monstrous dwarven contraptions, the door automatically closed and the lift went up. With curiosity, Llywelyn touched one of the walls of the confined space, in absolute awe. How far has humanity come? "What is this called?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"It's a lift, Mister..."

It took a moment before Llywelyn realized he had to say his name. He'd say it, but if word got back to those two blasted Gods, he'll end up as a stone statue again, and he sure as hell wasted enough time being one of those. The Overlord gulped before replying. "Darius, Miss. Darius White." Darius White was a character in an old story he read when he was a child. The book itself was a rare copy and when the family house burned down, he was pretty sure the book was amongst the ashes. There was a good chance he wouldn't be traced. The lift halted, slightly unbalancing newly named Darius White. The door opened, and he was gifted a sight few in his time could admit to seeing. Stepping onto on the cold floor of the top level, Darius looked up at the many gears populating the ceiling, turning like something out of Rollie's innards. Darius looked across from him, and came into eye contact with an older man sitting in a desk.

He fought back the urge to snarl, instead smoothening his features into a more calm, confident smile.

The bastard, merely smiled and looked back. Llywelyn could tell another emotion, bubbling within. What was the expression? 'Eyes are a window to the Soul.'

The Elders. Relics of the Past, stared across the room.

"So, Mr White.." Ozma began. The Overlord didn't react to the indirect prodding he was doing with those damn eyes of his, nor did he react to how he got his alias without asking. The Headmaster pulls up a video of Llywelyn fighting the Grimm from earlier. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

'Shit...' "I was taught by my mentor, sir." he added after a pause. "But for the most part I taught myself.." It was a lie, sure, but Llywelyn was positive not even he cou-

"Impressive. Does your master have a name?"

'Gods dammit Ozma!' "Allen Cartwright, sir." He quickly added. It was a blatant one, and much riskier by how long he took to answer. The Man/God nodded.

"May I ask why you were out all alone in the Emeral Forest?" 'So that's what the forest's called.'

"My master had recently died and his final wish was for me to go out into the world to hone my talents." Ozma nodded, as if taking in the new information. The hidden glare in his eyes didn't disappear however.

"Do you know who I am?" Ozma asked. Feigning intelligence, Llywelyn shook his head. "I am Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy."

"Err... Hello."

"Would you like to join my school?" Llywelyn blinked. That didn't make sense. Inviting your suspected enemy as a student? 'What the fuck?'

"Pardon?"

"You are well trained and have the potential to grow your talents. Of course you'll have to wait a few weeks until the semester begins." He answered.

An idea came to life within the Overlord's mind. "Do you have library here?"

"We do, and you'll have access to it along with the other resources and facilities here at the academy such as the forge and sparring arena." Ozpin bent towards him. "Interested?" Llywelyn sighed. He wished he had an alternative, but with a lack of transport to the city, as well as very little info on the world, he couldn't.

"I'll join."

"Perfect. Glynda? Will you escort him to his room?" Requested Ozpin. Glynda sighed, rolling her eyes before motioning for Llywelyn to follow suit.

A little while after, Glynda stormed back into the office, crop in hand.

"I can't believe you invited a complete Enigma into the school!" She bursted into a yell. Ozpin was standing up, looking at Vale with a concerned look.

"Glynda, I want you to put aside Salem and her plans for now. That child is top priority as of now."

"Why? All I see is a man lying into joining the academ-"

"Glynda!" Ozpin sternly interrupted her, in which she did. "That boy no, that Man is a monster. I'd rather have him stay here, where we can monitor and remove him should the situation prove dire enough."

"Why is Mr. White so dangerous?" she asked, confused.

"All of Salem's atrocities, All the cities and towns destroyed, all the innocents killed in this ceaseless conflict... All of it means nothing compared to the depravities he's unleashed in the past. I've seen what he's caused, and believe me Glynda, its much worse than what Salem offers. I want a few security cameras hidden in his room and in front of his dorm. Hire some extra guards as well, I don't wish to tempt fate. If he even attempts to leave, I want to know when and why."

Glynda hesitantly nodded before leaving him alone. Ozpin had one question lingering in his mind.

'Why have you returned Llywelyn? And what are you planning to do?'

Yeet.

Llywelyn: Yo Pathetic. I heard you were adopting a story.

Pathetic: That I am my edgy friend. While me and the original author are still working on details, There's a possibility you may get an OOC Friend in here.

Llywelyn: Did you just call me edgy? -Pulls out Arcanium Blade-

Pathetic: nO-