Summer cries quietly as she holds her baby girl. Ruby Rose. Summer was lucky to have kept the young child alive, but she knows that she will pass soon and Salem will soon find her.

A raven with red eyes peers from the branches and the two make eye contact.

Raven shifts into her human form and kneels next to her teammate and friend. "I will take the child to Tai."

Summer weakly shakes her head. "Salem will look for her there. Raven… Please…"

Raven looks at the small child laying in her teammates hands and closing her eyes before reopening them. A determination that Summer hadn't seen in them since their years at Beacon. "I'll do my best Summer."

Summer smiles and strokes her daughters hair. "Rose Branwen. A fitting name for the daughter of the Raven." Summer stares at her young girl and smiles softly. "I love you my little rose. You'll do great things someday…"

Summer's silver eyes glaze over and Ruby… No Rose stirs slightly, peering up into Raven's eyes.

Her brothers shouts for Summer, causing Raven to act quickly as she hears them getting closer. Raven scoops the young child up and disappears into the forest, her new daughter in hand. She will do everything in her power to make sure Rose survives…

Rose stands next to Raven as she stares down at her mothers grave, a soft smile on her face. Silver glances up to meet red. "Thank you mom, for taking care of me. Ruby Rose is Summer's daughter. But Rose is yours."

Raven smiles down at the young girl and nods in approval. "Then let us return. There is much to do before we begin training tomorrow, seeing how you need new bullets."

Rose enters the red swirling portal, leaving behind a snowy cliff to a leafy green forest and the smell of fire.

The bandits greet the Chief's daughter with respect, knowing from second hand experience what disrespect would bring them.

Rose heads towards her favourite spot in the camp. The blacksmith. The smithy being a very dear friend to Rose, teaching her how to design and create her own weapon. The man acting very much like an uncle to her.

"If it isn't my favourite scythe's Master." The Smith calls out.

Rose smiles and takes a seat, grabbing materials to care for her scythe. Guardian Rose. A sleeker, lighted design from her first scythe ever built. Crescent Rose will always hold a place in Rose's heart.

But why exactly a scythe? Rose has held many weapons and has gotten a feel for their 'personalities' she calls it. The sword is a trusty friend, willing to defend your armour. But a scythe, a scythe is cruel, with its blade pointed back at the user, it's bloodthirsty and doesn't care who it comes from. Even if it's from a friend or the wielder.

Rose thought of her mom, Raven, when she first wielded a scythe. She of course immediately took to the weapon, much to Raven's surprise and happiness.

Of course with Rose unable to learn from a scythe master herself, she watched videos of Uncle Qrow fighting and adapted what she learned from that into her own style.

As Rose finishes sharpening her weapon and checking that everything is correctly working, Raven takes that time to approach her daughter.

"Come Rose. There are some things I need to take care of in Vale. It will be a perfect opportunity for you to get those bullets you need." A portal opens next to Raven and the two enter an alleyway.

Both bid goodbye to each other and go their separate ways.

Rose towards Dust Till Dawn…