Chapter 1

A/N: Yeah. Another story from me. Well, blame both me and Playstation Plus for having Dishonored for free in April. But rest assured, I am continuing my other stories, no need to panic. By getting the first chapter of this out, I can focus on other things.

Metro: A New Light should be updated soon. I am now in collaboration with a friend of mine. If not, it'll still be updated.

Other stories will be added in the near future along with my current ones being given updates. But those updates will be sporadic as I'm nearing the last two months of school for me. Once I get Grade 10 outta the way, and pass it, I'll be writing as much as I can over the summer.

Well, to get things out of the way here, this is the result of the good ending in Dishonored. If you guys don't know what it is, I recommend that you should look them up.

Well, hopefully you guys will like this story. No harm in good and bad reviews as it is good to receive both.

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY nor Dishonored.

The sky was now a bright orange as the sun rose from the horizon. The rays of sunshine shone upon the buildings of the city of Dunwall. Still having some effects from the Rat Plague that beset itself on the city years ago, the city was now prospering after years of recovery. The people were content and happy.

Save for one person.

He laid there in the hospital bed with his breathing becoming more shallow. Voice was raw and crackled with his hazel eyes glazed and stared at the ceiling. White hair was prominent on his head accompanied by wrinkles that have gather through out the years.

He was dying. After forty five years.

Forty five years.

Forty five years since the death of Empress Jessamine Kaldwin.

Forty five years since he has been betrayed for the murder of the Empress.

Forty five years since he has sought his revenge against those who wronged him.

Forty five years since he has restored the throne of the empire to it's rightful heir.

Forty five years.

He felt a hand gently grasping his withered one and being lifted up before feeling a soft warmth being placed on it. Tilting his head to the left, he saw a familiar face making the old man smile. "Emily..." He mumbled at her as he attempted to raise his hand up and placed it on her cheek.

The little girl that he has protected and served for his life has grown up into a wise and loving empress after her mother. Emily Kaldwin, the Wise, was now in her mid fifties, had tears in her eyes. Tears of sorrow, something she hadn't shed in a long time.

"Corvo... Please don't go..." She sobbed softly squeezing his hand slightly harder as if would keep him around.

The old man, now identified as Corvo, only smiled more with a low hearty chuckle coming from him. "Emily... It's okay... You have grown into a fine woman... Just like your mother... I wish she was here to see you right now..."

"Corvo..."

"My time is up... I pray that you will be safe with your new Royal Protector to watch over you and your daughter..." Corvo coughed a bit before resting his head against the pillow letting himself sink into the softness of the mattress and pillow. "I will always be with you... Emily..."

A couple moments passed on by before Corvo smiled one last time and closed his eyes. Taking in a deep breathe, he exhaled deeply before his head titled to the side. Corvo Attano had taken his last breath in Dunwall with a warm feeling inside of him.

Emily teared up before she placed her head on his chest and started crying heavily. "Goodbye, Corvo... Father..."

That day, the empire mourned for the death of the Royal Protector. For two days, they mourned and cried. Cried for the man that was framed for the death of Empress Jessamine. And prayed for him to find his worth beyond life.

He was placed in a coffin made of oak wood with his sword and mask placed next to him inside. The parade that led him to Dunwall Tower was one of magnificence and sadness. With the mourners heads bowed in respect for him with bouquets of black roses laid on his grave.

Emily had him placed beside her later mother in the same place she was murdered by assassins. There, Corvo was laid down with words that tried to provide comfort to the people. But they had no effect on Emily. She weeped for days on end, grieving for the death of the two most importnat figures in her life. Her mother and Corvo.

But she knew that they were watching over her somewhere. And that they will guide her for the rest of her life.

But while Corvo has met his end in Dunwall, his story hasn't come to an end yet. For one figure watched from an ethereal realm with fascination and strangely, sentiment.

The Void...

The Void. A realm on a plane of an entire difference existence that only few have been in. Where the souls of the fallen go to before they are sent into eternity.

There, a mysterious figure stood in the same place where he had met Corvo for the first time. At first, he had interest in the man whom had caught his attention. For the day after his escape from Coldridge Prison, the Outsider appeared before Corvo in a dream within the Void. There, he has given him his Mark.

For those that he marks are given powers beyond human comprehension. To bend the forces around them to their will. And they are given no restrictions on how they can use their newfound powers. For the Outsider merely watches with interest and see what they do with them.

The Outsider is a being that many revere neither good nor bad. Only comes in when he sees someone with interest.

But there was one thing that fascinated him. Corvo. Something was always different about him than all the others to whom he had given his mark to. While Daud was using his abilities to use to profit himself and kill others for money, he saw that Corvo never once used his newfound abilities to really benefit himself.

While Corvo may've used it to help him gain an advantage while exacting his revenge on those who've wronged him, he stayed his hand from killing like the plague rats that attacked anything in sight. While other men would've shouted in rage and violence, he watched and listened attentively, holding back.

For the first time in a long time, the Outsider felt something he never thought he'd have again for what happened to him four millennia ago. Sentiment. Pity. He merely shook his head as he had a small smile come to his face. "I guess I could show some mercy," The Outsider announced to himself.

Walking over to the edge of the small levitating island he was on, he outstretched his hand and started chanting softly to himself with his body glowing slightly. "For one who has looked death in the eye himself, give him a life renewed. Bring him back and let him live his life as he wishes."

Sounds of primal growling was heard as black smoke started to form in front of him. The sounds soon gave away to the cries of a child before giving way to the sounds of grunting of a man in combat. Opening his eyes, the Outsider crossed his arms into their usual manner and watched the smoke expand itself. Soon, something was forming within the black cloud. It was a person within.

The smoke then dissipated and the person floated over to him with his eyes closed. The Outsider chuckled and placed his hand on the person's head. My dear Corvo. You have gone through more than any man should've gone through. Despite that, you held your blade back. You didn't let your thirst for revenge change whom you were. And you don't deserve an end like this." Removing his hand, he nodded and turned his back to him. "I have renewed your life, friend. And in five years time, I will meet you again here, to return your memories back to you and if needed, guide you."

Once again, Corvo was engulfed in black smoke as he slowly started to disintegrate. The black smoke consumed Corvo's body before it started to move away from the Deity who only had his small smile still on his face. "In a world of dust and monsters where others fight for the innocent. See you soon, Corvo."

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

In a hospital, a miracle was happening. Nurses and doctors were at the end of the bed of a woman who was in labor. There, she held the hand of her husband while a friend of their's was there holding their baby one year old baby daughter. And they were having another child. This time a son.

"He's almost out! Keep pushing!" A nurse proclaimed as she had her hands ready to grab the infant who was coming out.

The woman only panted and screamed as she kept on pushing. She was throwing every ounce of strength that she had into delivering her son. She was determined to get him out of her and lay her eyes on his tiny form. "AAAAAHHHHH! YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA!"

Her husband held her hand tightly and whispered encouraging words into her ear as she kept on pushing. "You can do it, dear! Just a little longer!"

She only kept at it and pushed and pushed. What seemed like that she was pushing for an eternity, she gasped out loudly and collapsed into the soft cushions with sweat glistening on her forehead. What washed away her tiredness was the sound of wailing filling her ears. Strong lungs like hers. But she knew that they would take him away for now as they needed to clean him. So after the umbilical cord was cut, she allowed herself the well deserved rest she needed.

An hour later...

"Alisa? Wake up. Wake up. Come on, wake up."

Alisa pried her heavy eyes open and groaned from the numbness she was feeling down bellow. She looked to her right to see her friend cradling her daughter who was sound asleep. "How's my little snowflake doing?' She asked her friend with her breathe still short.

"Still out like a light. Don't worry, she's in good hands."

Alisa smiled and nodded. "Thank's, Glynda. You've always been there for me."

"How can I not? Especially when your husband had fallen asleep over there," Glynda replied motioning her head to the right.

"Don't blame him. I might've taken a lot out of him as well," Alisa replied back with her dark brown hair cradling her head. Hazel eyes stared up at the ceiling before she heard doors open.

Lifting herself up, she saw that a nurse was coming in with a bundle of cloth in her arms. "Congratulations. Nothing seems to be wrong with him. He's all checked out and healthy like a Hunter."

Alisa smiled warmly at this announcement. "Can I hold him?"

"Of course."

The nurse walked over to her bed and handed over the bundle with care and stood back. Alisa slowly peeled away at the cloth and her heart melted at the sight that she saw. Her little baby boy was breathing softly as she looked at him closely. "He has Hans' nose," She commented. "Hey there, I'm your mother," She whispered to her new baby boy. She then saw his left hand and narrowed her eyes with a frown. What she saw a pale white mark on the back of his left hand. "Ummm, what's that on his hand?" She asked.

"Oh, doctors really don't know what that is. Some just speculate that it's a birthmark. We got nothing else to explain. But let us know if it's anything else." The nurse then nodded as she smiled. "Well, asides from that, what will his name be?"

Alisa thought for a moment with her lips pursed out. She didn't know why, but her mind seemed to shut down for a split second as if a voice whispered a name to her from within her head. Smiling, she kissed his forehead and nodded. "His name... His name will be Corvo... Corvo Schnee..." Alisa smiled more. "I guess Winter will have to learn how to share then."

A small yawn caught the Schnee's attention making her look down. Her face softened seeing that her son's eyes were now open slightly. But they were open enough to reveal his eyes. "And you have my eyes."

From this moment, Corvo Schnee has entered the world of Remnant under watchful eyes from both his mother and someone elsewhere.

"See you in five years, Corvo..."

Hope you guys liked it.

And no need to fret, I am updating my other stories. Just with school ending in two months and life being busy, it'll be a bit hard to find the time. But I promise I'll be updating them.

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