"What's taking so loooong," Nora groaned.

"It's only been a few minutes," Weiss said.

"It feels like it's been months," the ginger countered.

Meanwhile with Dark

"Should I do this one," Dark muttered, "on one hand I'd really like to show it, but on the other it would take some explaining. You know what, screw it. I'm doing it."

"You finally pick one for us to watch?" Yang asked.

"Yep," Dark confirmed, "There are some things in it that won't make sense in the beginning, but save your questions till the end please.

"It's unfortunate you were promised a power that was never truly yours," Cinder taunted, "but take comfort in knowing that I will use it in ways you could never have imagined."

"Whoa," Yang said, "jumping right into the action aren't we."

Pyrrha pulled away, letting out one last question, "Do you believe in destiny?"

Cinder's confident smirk turned into a cold frown, "Yes." She answered simply. The women stepped away, forming a bow and arrow from thin air.

"Wait what's going on?" Jaune asked.

"I'll explain later," Dark said.

Pyrrha braced herself for death. Was this her punishment for murdering Penny?

"WHAT?!" Ruby screamed. The others all looked shocked as well, especially Pyrrha.

'I'm sorry, Jaune,' she thought, before the arrow implanted itself in her chest.

The viewers gasped in horror.

"PYRRHA!" was the last thing the red-haired huntress heard before drifting into darkness.

Pyrrha shot up like a bullet, gasping for breath. Where was she? She took a quick glance at her surroundings. She was in some sort of bedroom. The walls were a dull shade of brown and looked like they hadn't been painted in years.

"It was a dream!" Jaune shouted, while Pyrrha and the other viewers just sighed in relief.

"Oh, your awake," someone said, startling Pyrrha, "oh sorry didn't mean to scare ya."

The speaker was a young woman with long brown hair and matching eyes, "I found you in the middle of a field, unconscious. What's your name? Where are you from?"

"My name is Pyrrha," she answered the first question, but she couldn't answer the second question. Not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't remember. In fact, she couldn't remember anything beyond her own name, "I… I can't remember where I'm from."

"Amnesia?" Weiss asked, to which Dark just nodded.

"You don't remember?" the woman questioned.

"No, just my name, I'm sorry," Pyrrha said.

"Same old Pyr," Yang shrugged, "always apologizing for things that aren't her fault."

"I'm sorry," the huntress in question apologized.

"Well, that's alright," the woman said, "Since I'm assuming that you don't know where you are, welcome to Southtown, in the Halidom of Yllisse."

"I've never heard of such a place," Weiss stated.

"Neither have I," Blake agreed, "maybe this town isn't in our universe."

Before Pyrrha could ask any more question, the two women heard a commotion outside. The two rushed outside and saw a fight happening between two groups of people. One group was armed and was clearly the village guard, but they were being overwhelmed by the opposing men, wielding large axes.

"Oh no," the woman gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth, "bandits..."

Pyrrha decided in an instant to join the fight, grabbing the sword of a guard who had fallen just outside the house.

"It's you alright," Jaune told his partner. She just smiled back.

"What are you doing?" the woman shouted, "You'll be killed."

"I have to do something," Pyrrha stated, "I may not remember much, but I do know that I won't ignore a plea for help."

Just as she finished saying that a bandit saw them and ran towards the supposed easy prey. Pyrrha, however, was no stranger to combat, even if she didn't remember.

The red-haired huntress swung the sword, meeting the bandit's axe and deflecting it to the ground, before bringing her blade back up and stabbing him straight through the chest. She felt a tinge of guilt. Even without her memories, she knew that she hated killing, but these men would give no second thought to killing her, or worse... so she would have to do the same.

"They don't have Aura?" Blake questioned.

"Nope," Dark confirmed.

Gaping at Pyrrha's display of skill, the woman said, "On second thought... just keep doing what you're doing."

Pyrrha smiled at the praise and leapt right into the fight. She took down any bandit she could, though there were a lot more than she expected and she, as well as the remainder of the guard, was getting exhausted. Soon the bandits had them cornered.

"Well looky what we 'ave 'ere," one, who appeared to be the leader said, "A little girl pretendin ta be a warrior. And ain't you a pretty one. I think I'll keep ya." The bandit grinned wickedly as evil thoughts entered his mind.

"Disgusting," Weiss commented.

"Filth!" Ruby agreed, "FIIIILLLTH!"

Jaune clenched his fist. If this bandit thought he could touch Jaune's partner he had another thing coming.

Pyrrha was disgusted at the man's crude threat. She raised her blade, preferring to go down fighting than spend the rest of her life some bandit's toy.

"Not on my watch!" someone shouted. Pyrrha looked in the direction to see a young man. He had deep blue hair and was wearing a dark blue vest with the right sleeve torn off, matching leggings with white highlights, and a billowing white cape. In his hand was an intricate blade that opened and the hilt.

"Who's that?" Nora asked.

"It'll explain later," Dark promised.

Next to him stood a much older man with brown hair in heavy blue and white armor. He held an expensive looking spear at his side.

Behind the two stood a young girl with bright blonde hair, wearing a yellow dress and holding a staff of some kind.

The remainder of the guard began to mutter amongst themselves, Pyrrha heard something about "Shepherds".

"Shepherds?" Ruby asked, "as in, the people who watch sheep."

"I'm assuming it's just a name that the group is called," Pyrrha explained, "not their actual profession."

"Pah," the bandit leader scoffed, "two extra men won't stop us. Get 'em boys!"

On their leader's command, the bandits charged, both the guard and the newcomers, Pyrrha noticed the leader coming right for her and swung her blade at him. He met it with his axe with a surprising amount of force and skill. This was not going to be easy. The bandit began to press her back until she was literally up against a wall. He gained a devilish grin as his gaze drifted from her eyes to her chest.

"Tell ya what missy," he taunted, "drop the blade, and maybe I'll be gentle with ya."

Jaune growled, he wanted to give this bandit a beat down so badly for threatening his partner in such a manner.

Pyrrha noticed Jaune's reaction and smiled. It gave her comfort that her partner cared so much.

"Again," Ruby said, "FIIIIIILLLTH!"

Pyrrha glared at him and pointed the blade at him, "I'll die first," she stated.

"Impudent whelp!" he growled, charging her.

"Thunder!" a voice shouted, accompanying it was a blast of lightning which struck the charging bandit.

"What was that?" Weiss asked.

"It appeared to be a Dust attack of some sort," Ren answered.

Pyrrha turned to see her would-be rescuer. He was a young man with stark white hair. He was wearing a black robe with purple highlights. In his hand was a yellow book with a lightning bolt on its cover.

"He's a mage!" Ruby said in awe, eyes sparkling.

Yang chuckled at her younger sisters antics. It reminded her a lot of when they were children and would pretend that they had magical powers.

"Are you alright?" He asked her.

"I'm fine," she responded, "thank you for the help."

It appeared that the bandit was not done yet. He stood up and roared, before sending a glare at the duo.

"Well, it appears we're not finished yet," the robed man said.

Pyrrha nodded, "Let's finish this then."

The bandit charged the two, and, to Pyrrha's surprise, ran right past her and at her new partner.

"New partner," Jaune gasped dramatically, "Pyrrha, I thought what we had was special."

"Oh Jaune," Pyrrha played along, "I hope you know that only death shall separate us."

Dark seemed to cough uncomfortably for some reason. (1)

Before she could jump in to block the bandit's axe, the man drew a bluish-green blade from inside his cloak and blocked the strike, though she could tell he was struggling. With the bandit focused on him, however, he left his back wide open for Pyrrha to strike.

Seeing her opening, the huntress thrust her blade through the bandit's back, coming through on the other side. The bandit went stiff as he fell off Pyrrha's sword. She looked around for another opponent, but with the help of the newcomers, the guard had already taken care of the rest of the bandits.

The man smiled at her, but that was when she noticed that some blood had sprayed on his coat, most likely from the bandit she just killed.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Seriously Pyr," Yang said, "you just saved his life and you're apologizing for getting blood on his coat."

"I'm sorry," Pyrrha returned, causing Yang to shake her head in frustration.

He frowned in confusion, then looked at his blood-stained cloak, "Oh, this. It's no problem. Thanks for the save though. I guess this makes even then."

"I guess it does," she agreed, "By the way, I never did get your name."

"Oh, I'm Robin," he said, "and you?"

"Robin," Yang said, "that name sounds familiar. I can't place it though." (2)

"Pyrrha," she stated, "A pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," he returned.

The other newcomers came over to the duo. The man with the blue hair had his sword in its sheath now, but the armored one still had his spear, ready to strike at any moment.

"And who might this be?" the armored one asked, "a compatriot of yours?"

"Well someone's on edge," Yang commented.

Pyrrha frowned. She had done nothing to prove herself untrustworthy, so why was he treating her like some criminal.

"You'll have to forgive Fredrick," the blue-haired man said, "He can be a bit paranoid."

"Milord," the armored man, Fredrick, sighed, "I cannot properly protect you if you go throwing caution to the wind every time we happen across some stranger."

"Reminds me of a certain Ice Queen," Yang said.

"Hey!," Weiss snapped.

"I see no issue in thanking someone who just helped us drive off some bandits," the sword wielder said, "My name is Chrom. May I ask your name?"

"That's a strange name," Nora stated.

Ren elbowed her.

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"I'm Pyrrha," she greeted.

"Might I ask where you are from?" Fredrick interrogated.

"I'm afraid I don't remember," Pyrrha said, "all I know is my name."

"Well isn't that convenient," Fredrick sneered, "two amnesiacs in one day, a likely story."

"Fredrick," Chrom warned, "whatever the case. These two risked their lives to save Yllisean lives. My heart says that's enough."

"And your mind, milord," Fredrick countered, "will you not heed its counsel as well."

"He's not wrong," Dark said, "If you just listen to your heart, you're bound to be lead down a path that you never wanted to go because your emotions will get the better of you."

The other viewers thought back at times when they had let emotions get the better of them and the damage it had caused and realized that Dark was right.

"It's alright," Chrom reassured, "and the Shepherds could use someone of your talents."

"Besides," the blonde girl said, "if they really were spies, wouldn't it be a much better idea to not both pretend to be amnesiacs." she turned her gaze to Pyrrha, "I'm Lissa, by the way."

"Perhaps that is what they want you to think," Fredrick stated.

"But with brigands and hostile neighbors looking to bloody our soils," Chrom said, "we need all the help we can get. And I believe them, odd as their stories may be."

"Thank you," Robin said, looking a bit surprised.

"So," Chrom said, turning to the two, "will you be joining us?"

"I would be honored," Pyrrha said, while Robin nodded alongside her.

"Then welcome to the Shepherds," Chrom said.

"And that's that one," Dark said, "now I'm assuming you all have questions."

"What was with that first scene?" Ruby asked right away.

"Well there's a lot of stuff that happened leading up to that moment, but I'll give you the short version," Dark said, "basically, Pyrrha was going to gain a power so that Cinder, who would use it for evil, couldn't, but Cinder ends up getting it anyways and Pyrrha is trying to stop her, but fails."

"And what was that comment about me 'murdering Penny'?" Pyrrha asked.

"Well," Dark chuckled, "your counterpart didn't actually murder Penny, blames herself for Penny's death, yes, but murdered, no."

"That's not much better," Ruby said.

"Anyways, let's move on shall we," Dark said.

AN: I know, I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry. Life has been determined to keep me from writing. Not sure when I'll get another chapter up, but I want to thank you all for your patience.

Also this was taken from my "Story Ideas" which I recently posted, which is just a collection of ideas for stories in any fandom that I come up with but probably won't ever use. So go check that out and PM me if you want to use one.

(1): R.I.P. Pyrrha

(2): *cough Team SLVR cough* *cough shameless self-advertising cough*

Keep it simple.