Darkness.

It surrounded her, it enveloped her inside and out.

Where was she?

It was cold and hollow.

How long had she been here?

She didn't remember where she was before…

Pyrrha Nikos.

Her name felt like a warm blanket spreading over her consciousness. She shivered against the darkness and wrapped her arms around herself. It all came rushing back so fast. The battle at Beacon, Amber's powers going into that wretched Cinder woman, running, and... Jaune. Their kiss exploding through her spirit, momentarily bringing color to her form. She had kissed him and he had kissed her back, the memory of his hands wrapping around her waist and the softness of his lips pressed against hers solidified the last bits of weariness from her soul.

Everything was coming back so clearly, images flashing before her so fast she was worried she wouldn't be able to keep up. The kiss, her shoving him into a locker, running toward the tower, to Cinder, to her death. The image of Cinder's arrow streaming toward her made her gasp and a familiar pain in her chest blossomed. She moved her hand over her heart, reliving the fear and sorrow, and the bitterness of failure. Was this what she had been destined for? All her power and ability only to go to waste? It made her so angry. No! It couldn't be right! This didn't feel right at all, she knew in her whole being that she had a bigger task to serve Remnant than succumbing to a thief and fraud.

She looked around but only the depth of black met her gaze. If she had died, where was she now? She straightened her body, or what would have been her body, into a standing position and felt hardness at her feet. A floor? She felt both frustrated and lost, was this all death was? An empty room for eternity? She hesitantly took a step forward, then another, and another. She had no idea where she was going, if she was even going anywhere at all; but there was nothing else to do but keep moving forward.