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So Crimson decided to write start another fic. And a RWBY one this time!? What happened to your other two fics! Oh well, enough with the monologue. I've always liked these. Jaune betrayal fics. My favorite is A Light in the D'Arc by Caffeine Magnum or Omniknyght. As you can probably guess, that's the fic that inspired me to write one. So this fic was inspired by A Light in the D'Arc. If anyone knows the author, please give them support so we can get chapter 3. Oh, well, let's see where the young Arc will take us this time. I also got permission from PorterHawk to use an aspect of a fanfic of his called Arc of the Fallen. I'm guessing that by me saying those words you all think that Jaune is Lucifer. WRONG! We're sticking to RWBY. No real-world crap.

Anyway, I'll let you guys read. Just a fair warning, this fic will be updated much more slowly than my other two. Mainly due to time.

RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth. The only person I own here is a faunus OC.


Huh, you know what Deja Vu is?

Deja Vu is when you've felt like you've lived through the situation once already. People think that it's evidence of a past life or some sort of precognitive semblance or something. I think it's a load of crap. What's happening right now you ask?

Well, I'm falling for one. My big sis always told me that heroes are people who get up after they fall and make the best of it. I'm guessing she was talking about being beaten down because I don't think she considered life-threatening situations that involve fighting a horde of Grimm.

Huh, I always wanted to go down in a blaze of glory. I just never expected it to happen this early. And I guess I couldn't call it a blaze of glory. It's more pathetic really… like everything else in my life.

Where are my friends you ask? Most likely on the way back to Beacon. Having a grand old time and drinking hot cocoa or something or whatever they have on that bullhead. Expecting a sob story or something? About how my supposed friends left me to die in the middle of nowhere Atlas?!

I'm sorry for snapping. It's the bloodloss. Oh yeah, I'm bleeding by the way. I guess fighting Grimm with no aura does that to you. Three massive gashes on my chest. Who knew Beowulves could tear through Aura like that. Professor Port should have told us that bit of info at least. Maybe he did and I was too busy being... you know what nevermind. I might fall asleep thinking about it. If I'm going to die, I might as well do it awake.

So here's a quick rundown of what happened. A certain secret of mine got blown by a certain mace-wielding, racist dickhead who shall remain unnamed for now. The entire student body turned on me and so did my friends so here I am.

I guess however I should thank the Gods that she stuck by me.

I wonder how she is. Is she okay? She took a pretty hard blow. Shattered her aura completely. Hehe, why is the world spinning?

Oh yeah, bleeding out, hehe...

Well, at least one good thing will come out of this.

Mom might go Le Grondemont De La Haine on all of Beacon. And Dad might not even stop her and even go Gehen or Balmung on everyone. Too bad I won't be there to see Professor Ozpin's face when he sees the property damage from all the fire and brimstone.

I miss Mom and her kindness. I miss Dad and his social ineptitude as well as his stories. I miss Saph, Aiden, and Terra. I miss Vert, Jade, Catherine, Petra, and Jacinthe. I miss my twin, Alice.

I want to go home to Doremy so badly. To see everyone again. Maybe I'll get my wish.

In a body bag or as a memory, who knows?

Looks like I'm almost there. I've always wondered what I'd look like as a work of art.

Wait, what's this? Purple and black? Wasn't my aura white? It must be Big Sis Glyn. Always on time…

Water? Hey, that's looking kinda close. Oh well, the shock of the cold will kill me anyway.

I wonder what my next life will be like. I guess if I get lucky, it will turn out like all those isekai anime from Vacuo that I like to watch. Maybe I'll be like the Barrier Hero or that one guy who brings a useless fire goddess with him to another world.

Oh, the possibilities.

Cough!

Oh look, I think I just coughed up my spleen. Bye, spleen.

Where were we? Oh right! Dying.

I guess I do have regrets. I never got to tell her how I felt. Weiss was just a crush. But she. She helped me live. Maybe if Mikhael feels sorry, he'll let me watch over her. Like I watched over her long ago.

Wait, long ago? We just met. I guess losing almost a liter of blood does that to you.

I'm sorry for being such a failure...

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Pyrrha.


Hehe, Arkos. Yes, this is an Arkos fic. Anyway, review. Let me know what you think. Is there any way I can make this better or... just say hi. Have a great day/night or not, the choice is yours!~