Son of the World Eater

Ch 2: A Dragon's Words

"So, can I trust you to watch out for my sister?" Yang asked as she elbowed Jaune as they each carried their own luggage.

"Ov. Trust...that is something my father does not give out lightly..." Jaune said, looking to and from the two sisters, "But my mother says strangers are just friends you haven't met yet." Ruby gave a huge grin and hugged him tightly as Yang rested her hand on his shoulder giving a relieved smile.

"Thank you." Yang said as Ruby smiled up to him, "My sister has a hard time making friends. It means a lot to her...to both of us."

"By the way Jaune….what was your dad's language?" Ruby asked, giving him wide 'puppy dog' eyes. Now Jaune was in somewhat of a bind. He was trying to keep his Dovah heritage a secret...but he sucked at lying. Well, he could give an honest answer.

"My dad calls it 'Dovah-Zul', which means 'Dragon Voice'. It was said to be the language of dragons in an age long lost." Jaune said, "It was once said humanity could do amazing things by learning Thu'um, or 'Dragon Shouts'. From covering large distances of land in mere seconds to breathing fire. Now, I'm afraid the language and tales of it are all but dead." This attracted the attention of a few people around him. In one area there was a green-eyed redhead in bronze armor. She gave a small smile at this tale, loving stories as they reminded her of a simpler time before she became famous.

The next was an amber-eyed girl with black hair with a black bow on the top of her head wearing white and black clothing. She had heard elderly reptilian Faunus tell similar tales...and now a human was saying so. Were they not as crazy as people thought? From his place looking up at his own school while sipping from a custom-made cup, Ozpin listened in with his expression schooled. While the Arc boy's Aura never came out...he sensed a familiar, long lost power within him...magic. How did that power survive within him?

"Do you think my sis and I can learn it?" Ruby asked with an innocent expression on her face. Yang also looked excited.

"I'll give you a freebie as I think about it." Jaune said, inwardly nervous and cursing his own kindness as he glanced away, "The phrase 'Drem yol lok' is used as a greeting, the three words meaning 'Peace fire sky'...It may not make a lot of sense structurally, but Dovah-Zul is big on saying a lot with a few words." Both of the Rose Xiao-Long sisters tested the words in their own mouths. What their new friend had said did make sense. People often didn't greet others with three seemingly random words. Jaune turned to see look at both of them, only to bump into a girl with icy blue eyes, white hair, and a white dress. The girl was knocked onto her rear as Jaune turned to look at her.

"Sorry. I got distracted." He said, holding his hand out to help her up. The woman slapped it away.

"Watch where you're going you barbarian!" She snarled out, standing up and brushing off her dress and walking off with a huff as a butler pulled a cart full of white suitcases with him after her.

Jaune's eyes narrowed as his burning dragon pride and anger flared up. Flames licked his tongue as three words danced at the very front of his mind. Instead, he forcefully swallowed them and growled out an insult in Dovah-Zul.

"And that, Ruby, is a kind of person Uncle Qrow tells us about. Thinking they are better than everybody." Yang said with a sigh as Jaune closed his eyes as he felt scales emerge under his pant legs as his dragon instincts were screaming at him to burn the arrogant human and feast on her bones. Forcing his magic to the surface, he re-cast his magic to suppress the growth of his dragon self.

Alduin said that long ago, there were circles that worshiped Dovahs as living gods, most others feared them as the rightful top predators. To be brushed off like a mere insect was something no dragon would accept lying down. A Dovah would only bear their neck in submission to a being more powerful than them; and that woman was not stronger than him. The simple fact that a bump knocked her down showed that his Thu'um could do devastating damage.

Opening his eyes, his slitted pupil expanded back into a normal human one as he suppressed his rage. His parents were complete opposites, like day and night. His father, a prideful dragon that nearly every other dragon in his time submitted to; whose power made him able to scare away Beowolves with just a glare. His mother, a kind-hearted woman who put others above herself...yet it was her heart that won the heart and trust of his father. Jaune looked up to both of them... but his mother was his only example of how to be 'human'...that Alduin approved of.

Yet when it came to combat, Alduin was the one who took charge of the training of him and his sisters. While Alduin used very few Thu'um himself-deeming himself above skills that he had not used since the ages past-he was a large library of weapon, Thu'um, and magic skills that he observed or even absorbed from souls he devoured. His father was also not above teaching them the three incredible Thu'um that no other dragon besides himself had known.

As it was now, Jaune knew the Thu'ums of Unrelenting Force, Fire Breath, Frost Breath, Become Ethereal, Bend Will, Resurrect Dragon, Dragon Storm Call, and Soul-Snare Mist; the later three being the three Thu'um that only Alduin knew in the age past. However, the last three were EXTREMELY situational Thu'um.

Soul-Snare Mist would trap anyone besides the caster within it. Resurrect Dragon would only be useful if they found the death site of a dragon whose soul was not absorbed by a Dovahkiin. Finally, Dragon Storm Call created a storm of freaking METEORS that destroyed anything in a large radius around him and would be very likely to strike both friend and foe. While Dovahs could absorb knowledge from fallen dragons, Alduin preferred to used an ability to share his knowledge as their species numbers were alarmingly low at this time.

"So..." Jaune said, snapping himself out of his thoughts as he looked back at the two sisters, "Does anyone know where we are supposed to go?"

Jaune sat with his scroll in his hands while Ruby and Yang were next to him teasing each other. Yang had laughed at the blue, Pumpkin Pete's onsie in his bag...as he looked miserable.

"Of course my sisters got one last prank on me." Jaune said, looking rather put-out...yet was relieved that so much of his body was covered in case his instincts and form started to trigger another growth. When he had let his magic drop on his hands in a bathroom stall…he saw them coated with gray, sharp scales with his thumb lengthening and growing a sharp claw and his other four fingers shifting position and elongating.

This only meant one thing; he was growing his wings. Even now, he could feel his instincts screaming at him for being trapped on the ground. He wanted to soar with the clouds, feel the wind guide him, the sun and moon shining on him without a cloak of clouds dividing them. As it was now, he felt like a bird with it's wings clipped.

Shaking his head, he pulled up number on his scroll, getting the image of a motherly woman with blonde hair and blue eyes smiling at him and a black, spiky haired human with blood red eyes looking serious as the video call was answered. "Drem yol lok, bormah (father). Drem yol lok, monah (mother)."

"Jaune. My little dragonborn knight." His mother greeted with a wide smile as both Alduin and Jaune flinched at the word 'Dragonborn' as it had negative connotations to Dovah, "Is everything alright. Are you safe?"

"Naan ahraan hi? (/Did/ Any hurt you?)" His father's human form asked in a voice similar to the growl of thunder, "Nivahriin joorre (Cowardly mortals)!"

"Ni aax (Not harmed)." Jaune answered, knowing very well how devastating his father's anger could be. It was very likely that he would fly all the way to Beacon just to reduce it to rubble if he thought his children were being personally attacked there. Jaune angled his scroll to let his parents see Ruby and Yang, the two having heard Jaune speaking Dovah-Zul and were now looking at him. "Yun fahdon (New friends). Tolaan (Desire) Dovah-Zul."

"Your new friends are lovely! It's also a good sign that they want to learn your language too!" His mother said with a cheerful grin as she waved to the two sisters, "Maybe I'll get some grandchildren from you! They are very pretty after all!"

"Bane (Scorn)." Alduin huffed at his mate's words. All three of the teens had turned very red when Jaune's mother had so casually mentioned the possibility of grandchildren from them.

"Oh hush you grump." His mother said as she placed an arm around Alduin's human form, "You're just mad cause you haven't been able to test them like you did Saphron's wife." Alduin growled and looked away as she kissed his cheek. "I know you want lots of grandkids." Alduin did mutter something in Dovah-Zul in agreement to that statement.

"So... who are your friends?" His mother said as her blue eyes looked at the two women.

"I'm Yang Xiao-Long." Yang said, as Alduin's gaze snapped in her direction. He had learned a lot about society and their languages and culture from his wife, and knew that name meant a kind of dragon. Still, he could tell that Yang herself was not a dragon...but her proud stance and look in her eyes showed a proper Dovah attitude; confident and strong.

"Ruby Rose. Yang's my older sister." Ruby said with a small wave as they each moved closer to Jaune while all of them were in their pajamas. Alduin gazed upon Ruby, taking in the similarities and differences between both of the girls.

"By the way, Jaune likes nice girls! Sleep tight sweetie!" His mother quickly blurted out before ending the call as Jaune turned as red as a stoplight and covered his face in his hands.

"So... mom's trying to set you up, eh ladykiller?" Yang nudged him with an elbow as he groaned loudly.

"Ugh...mom and dad both want a lot of grandkids...but my dad is super overprotective when compared to my mom so she tries to 'compensate' for this by doing stuff like this." Jaune said with a loud sigh. With that, he said a quick goodnight to the two girls and laid down; quickly dozing off as he relaxed and his stress had worn him out after casting his magic one last time.

A loud shout made the trio jump up into a makeshift hand-to-hand combat position, only to relax as they saw a redhead woman with teal eyes quickly and loudly talking to a bored-looking man in green with black hair that had a magenta stripe and magenta eyes. Jaune took this distraction as an opportunity to recast his magic once more as he felt scales rubbing on the inside of his pajamas. Jaune gave the two sisters a wave as they took off to different bathrooms to change. Looking at a note sent to his scroll once he was in his combat attire, he walked along the lockers until he saw that arrogant woman in white talking to an uncomfortable-looking woman with red hair and green eyes in bronze armor.

Jaune coughed loudly as both women looked at him. "What do YOU want." The woman in white snarled at him. Flames licked Jaune's tongue as the words for the Fire Breath Thu'um danced in his mind.

"Access to my locker that you are blocking." Jaune said curtly as his voice darkened as he glared back into the icy gaze, "Also, that woman looks uncomfortable."

The woman glared at him before he just shoved past her and opened the locker, grabbing Crocea Mors and strapping it to his waist.

"Do you think you are even worth talking to us?" The white haired woman snarled at him as Jaune slammed the locker door and sharp claws grew on his fingers and with a loud screech, tore into the door of the locker before he altered his hands back to normal.

"Seeing as you never introduced yourself and simply acted like an arrogant harlot, I'd say you shouldn't interact with anyone." Jaune snapped back, swallowing flames that threatened to spill from his mouth.

"I am Weiss Schnee. This is Pyrrha Nikos." She growled out, pointing at the redhead near the two.

"Hello." Pyrrha said as she waved at him.

"Nice to meet you miss Nikos...though I am wondering why this Weiss is talking like I should already know you." Jaune said.

"Pyrrha graduated at the top of her class at Sanctum!" Weiss said as she stomped her foot.

"Neat." Jaune said, shrugging dismissively.

"She won the Mistral tournament four years in a row." Weiss said, pointing at Pyrrha again.

"Must not have been much of a competition." Jaune rolled his eyes as Pyrrha smiled widely as he brushed off her fame.

"She's on the front of every Pumpkin Pete's Marshmellow Flakes Cereal box!" Weiss screamed at him.

"Huh. They only do that for top athletes and celebrities. Not that it matters here." Jaune said, as Weiss blinked in shock at the last part of his retort as Pyrrha walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I mean. we're all students here. Pretty even when it comes to status there. Not only that, Pyrrha looked VERY uncomfortable with you gushing over her achievements...Finally, I heard about the Schnee family and how badly they treat everyone they deem inferior and your actions pretty much tell me those are true. Hence why I repeat my earlier statement. You shouldn't interact with anyone. The world doesn't revolve around or belong to you, and you will soon find yourself against the Grimm with you driving off any allies."

Weiss's pale face turned red and Jaune grabbed her wrist as she attempted to smack him. "Dii rax zeim hin ruus (My teeth through your throat). You prove my words true, pahlokaal joor (arrogant mortal)."

"Will all first year students make their way to the Emerald Forest for initiation?" The voice of woman from the recording on the airship broadcasted over the speakers.

"Well, I wish you luck, Pyrrha. Hopefully you'll find a decent team!" Jaune waved cheerfully at her as he walked off with Pyrrha waving back at him.

"I think I have..." She whispered to herself with a small smile.