A man was drinking atop a rock from an old worn out flask that had the number 21 in bright yellow. He was wearing a black sleeveless duster with an Old Flag design on the back, over an armor-like shirt with a black pair of pants and combat boots. He had black graying hair that was kept short with a short rough beard, he was slightly tan with steel colored eyes that screamed "wary".

The man was looking up at the sky and he was wondering one thing.

"Why is damn sky red?" he asked himself taking a swig from the flask and putting it away. "Guess I'll never know sticking around here." He said jumping off the rock and began to walk in the direction he thought was north.

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The quite had never bothered him even now when the world was unnaturally quite he kept marching on when suddenly he heard a gunshot away from to the east, the man reached into his duster and pulled out a custom made 45. Auto Pistol with a snakeskin grip with Greek text that translated into "And the light shineth in darkness and the darkness comprehended it not."

"Let's hope that you won't have to be used." He said walking towards the gunshots.

When he reached the place where he heard the gunshot the man nearly froze as he saw a woman with black and red hair fighting what the man would describe as a demon of a woman sent from hell itself. They were both heavenly wounded as he could tell that the cloak one of them wore was once white was now stained red with blood. The other woman was wearing a black dress that had several large cuts and had some sort of black energy oozing from them.

The man had a gut feeling that the woman in black was the one he had to shot at, for when she was about to attacked the clocked woman he took aim and pulled the trigger three times and each one managed to hit the demon taking her attention away from the cloaked woman and stared at him with her vile red eyes filled with hatred.

"How dare you!" She yelled at the man.

The clocked woman then took the opportunity to attack with the rest of might as the man saw her eye began to glow a bright silver and some sort of energy moved into the weapon as she cleaved into the demon.

The demon then lets out a sharp cry and backed away, the wound covered in light and disappeared into out of thin air.

After seeing this the man took a second to regain his composer as the cloaked woman collapsed, the man then ran over to the woman and propped her up.

"Don't die on me." The man said pulling out a strange syringe with a red liquid in it and injected it to where the largest wound.

The woman then took a large gasp of air and looked around frantically. "Ruby!" She said as loud as she could trying to get up but was too injured.

"Whoa, calm down. You lost a lot of blood and you shouldn't be moving so much." The man told her. But she didn't listen and with what little strength she had regained she managed to get up and stumble towards a log.

She would have fallen again if the man did not catch her. "Hold on. I'll get that for you." He told her laying the woman down on the ground before walking over to the log and was surprised at what he saw. A little baby girl with the same black and red hair as the woman warped in a red blanket.

The man then carefully garbed the girl and brought it over to the woman as quickly as he could. She held her hands out and the man gave the mother her babe as the child started to cry but was quickly soothed by the mother.

"She beautiful." The man said as he began to take notice of the wounds that the woman had received knowing that what little medical supplies he had wouldn't be enough, she was going to die.

"She is. Got a lot of both her mom and dad in her." The woman said looking up at the man noticing the look on his face and gave him a sad smile. "My name is Summer."

The man was quiet for a moment like he was contemplating something before he spoke. "I'm Crow."

Summer then let out a small giggle. "That a more common name then I realized then."

Crow the gave a small if sad chuckle. "If you say so."

"I'm don't have long do I?" She asked already knowing the answer.

"Your wounds are too great for my meager supplies." He answered. "I'm sorry."

"Then I guess that I must ask you something and you may call it insane." She began and with the last of her strength handed Crow the babe. "This is Ruby, my daughter and I ask you a complete stranger to look after her? At least until you find her father"

Crow was shocked at this. "Why would you trust me with something like this," he said afraid to take the child from her.

She just gave him a smile and said. "Your eyes, despite the hardness I see they are kind and caring."

As much as Crow wanted to deny her request he couldn't resent that look in her silver eyes and carefully took the child from her. "I'll watch after her as if she was my own."

"Thank...you..Crow." Where the last words that the woman called Summer said. And they were a man she did not know, who she entrusted her beloved daughter to only by what she saw in his eyes.

Crow then dug her a grave and placed her and her weapon in it and put up a small hastily made cross to serve as a headstone and garbed his new package and made a track towards the direction he thought was civilization and by luck or the grace of God above he had found some.

Crow, also known as Courier Six, would soon learn that the experiment that the Think Tank had conducted had sent him to a world not his own. But one of Bloody Evaluation and the "demons" known as Grimm that caused the people to hide behind two wall, one an actual wall and the other Huntsmen and Huntresses who killed the demons.

Crow never managed to find the baby's family and after a year with her, he stooped looking for she had stolen the old drifter's heart. He set up shop in the Kingdom of Vale and started taking odd jobs to support him and his new daughter.

However, no matter how good things got, no matter how much happiness he experienced. Crow had a feeling that a war was coming. And no matter what world you're in, war never changes.

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A.N: Well I know I should be writing on my other stories and not be writing on two new ones but damn it I was inspired and this was the result of watching Oxhorn lore videos and reading "Of Light, Fire, and Flowers" by Zeak106.

So I give you an RWBY AU where my Courier Six becomes a dad to Ruby.

As always constructive criticism is wanted

Next Chapter: Nursing The Garden

P.S: Crow was my Courier's name way before I started to watch RWBY. It's tribal.