1 The red diamond

Jaune Arc, a scion of the Arc Family, an ancient family of warriors from Remnant, only wanted to help people. He wanted to be a warrior like his father and his father before him. But fate would not let him do so. While his parents doted on him along with his seven sisters, they forbade him from training to be a huntsman. 

Jaune hated it! He was not some toy that was fragile enough to be broken quite easily! No! He was an Arc! A child of two hunters well-known in their community! 

"I wish that I listened to my parents more," Jaune whispered as he found himself standing all alone in the vast expanse of the sky, atop the white-gold tower. The young man was covered head to toe in Blood.

His white surcoat over his steel plate clung to the metal as the blood of Daedra and his own seeped over it. 

"You... did well..." Holding the sword of the Crusader, the weapon of his predecessor and the first Divine Crusader, Jaune looked at the downed form of his foe. 

Umaril the Unfeathered. The last of the Ayleid sorcerer-kings, the slavemaster, and the champion of Meridia.

Unsure as to how he could converse with the last Ayleid, the second Divine Crusader grimaced as he felt his broken ribs ache. The siege tired him out and it allowed Umaril to match him. His armor and shield dispersed the Slavemaster's magic while his blade and mace damaged the ancient Elf or Mer as they are called in Tamriel. 

"I lost... Meridia... I know my death is near... true death." Umaril whispered as Jaune looked down on the Slavemaster. Blue eyes, once filled with innocence, looked coldly at the last Ayleid. "Tell me your name... young Crusader." 

"Jaune, Jaune Arc," Jaune replied as he knelt on the ground, holding Umaril's form gently despite the fierce battle to the death they just had. 

"I... thank you... for the great battle." Umaril whispered as his hands reached for the shattered helm, revealing golden-tanned skin and a face with beautiful features. "Pelinal chose well..." 

As the light left the Slavemaster's eyes. The Second divine Crusader watched as Umaril the Unfeathered, the last Sorcerer-King and Ayleid alive, took his last breath. Jaune felt the entirety of Umaril was destroyed, never to reform once more. The soul form of Umaril in his hands crumbled away and the shriek of a familiar voice echoed in his mind. 

The young man looked at the greatsword of his foe. Bloody gauntlets held the handle as his other hand held his sword. 

"Well done, knight," Turning around, Jaune's eyes widened as he saw the sight in front of him. 

"You're!" 

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Blue eyes snapped open as the sight of countless trees and green leaves filled their vision. The scent of the earth and its inhabitants filled his nose. Where was he? What happened? 

Why was he so high up the ground?

Deciding to answer those questions later, the Second Divine Crusader raised his head and saw a spear of bronze pinning him on a tree by his... Hoodie!? What the hell?! With ease, the young man grabbed the spear and yanked it off its position before casting a spell on himself and landing on the ground as gracefully as Master Acrobat Khajiit.

Blue eyes met with a lighter shade of blue. With the Bronze spear in hand, the young man looked at the young woman in front of him as the memories came back. "Sup, Snow Angel?" As if on instinct, the words came out of his mouth, making the girl scowl and turn the other way. 

Watching her go, the young Knight heard a familiar voice cheering 'You came back!' Weird. 

'Well, not as weird as my errand from Sheogorath,' Jaune thought as he raised his spear at the slightest ruffling of leaves and into a beautiful red-haired young woman clad in... 'That's an impractical set of armor,' Jaune thought as the young woman looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. 

"Jaune?" The woman asked as the two looked at each other. Nervously looking at Jaune, the young redhead looked at the young man as their eyes met. "Do you... have any spots left on your team?"

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Ozpin, a man who looks like he is middle-aged with tousled silver hair and thin brown eyes. He has a light complexion and sharp facial features. Dressed in an unzipped black suit over a dark green, buttoned green vest, and green shirt, he stood on a cliff overlooking a forest with one hand on a rectangular device and the other on the handle of a mug. 

Focusing his attention on his scroll, Ozpin looked at the video recording of several team. Keeping an eye on a duo of two girls with the color schemes of Black and red and White and blue. 

'This year's batch will be very interesting,' Ozpin thought with a sip from his cup. A flash of yellow caught his eyes as he focused on a group of two. 

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Pyrhha Nikos followed her partner through forest with ease. Shield on hand to gently push some shrubs and plants away while her partner effortlessly waded through the woods with grace. She noticed that while he wore plate armor on his upper half, he was able to move without a sound and he held the sheathed blade on his waist by the pommel. 

"We're close," Jaune whispered as a raven landed on his finger. "A few more minutes and we'll be there,"

"Is that your semblance?" Pyrrha asked, looking at Jaune. Semblances take on many forms such as hers. She can use polarity to manipulate any sort of metal.

"Semblance?" Jaune asked, looking at his partner while the Raven on his finger tilted its head. 

"Caw?" 

"Wait, you don't know your semblance?" Pyrrha asked. While it was true that semblances take a long time to manifest... Unless. "Jaune, do you know what Aura is?" 

'Aura? It's a measure of danger or a way to read emotions for some mages,' Jaune thought, remembering his studies during his time in the Mages Guild and under Martin's tutelage when they traveled together. "Of course I do. Do you know what Aura is?" 

"Aura is the manifestation of our soul. It bears our burdens and shields our hearts. Have you ever felt you were being watched without knowing that someone was there?" Pyrrha asked, causing Jaune to look at her with cold blue eyes that made her feel as if he was looking deep in her soul. 

A young man with long black hair with a magenta stripe on it, stops and narrows his eyes, looking around him while a huge black Grimm serpent rises up from the grass behind him and quickly surrounds him with its large, hissing body. The young man focused and adapted a fighting stance as the snake coils together in front of him and attacks with its long fangs.

"Sometimes..." Jaune whispered as memories of certain... individuals appeared in his mind. Nodding at this, Pyrrha continued:

"With practice, our Aura can be our shield. Everyone has it, even animals."

"What about the Monsters?" Jaune asked, looking at Pyrrha.

"No. The monsters we fight lack a soul. They are creatures of Grimm, the manifestation of anonymity. They are the darkness, and we are the light."

The young man leapt out of the way, the snake's mouth hitting the ground and instantly coming up again to hit the young man in the air back with its snout. Landing on the ground when the serpent encircled him again, and unleashes a pair of green-bladed pistols before jumping up and firing at the creature

'Kind of too simple, and too... naive,' Jaune thought as he listened to Pyrrha, keeping his mouth shut. 

"By baring your soul outward as a force, you can deflect harm. All of our tools and equipment are conduits for Aura. You protect yourself and your soul when fighting."

The young man was unprepared for the white half to hit him with its head, knocking him off as he drops his weapons, and leaving him to merely raise his arms and distantly cry "No!" to the mouth of the black head

"Like a force field?" Blue eyes met with a pair of green, eager to get their answer as Pyrrha nodded at him.

"Yes, if you want to look at it that way."

The young man held the front fangs of the colossal snake in his hands, glowing a faint, pulsating pink as he gripped the teeth and yanked them from the monster's mouth, causing it to flail away. It attempts to bite him again, but he spun to the side and stabbed a fang into its eye, rotating his arm to deliver a final blow that drives the makeshift weapon into its skull, which ripples, expands, and blows apart in a dark mess as its headless body falls over its fellow creature. Wasting no time, the young man ran right at the white head.

'Wait, anyone with souls can use it?' Jaune thought before he paled significantly. Nervously looking at his raven, the young man gulped. The Daedra he fought during the Oblivion Crisis were already way above regular mortals and highly durable enough. But with aura...

Seeing this, the red-haired Amazoness approached the Blonde and gently reached for the side of his head. Sensing no intent to harm him, the Blonde let the Amazoness do so.

"Now, close your eyes and concentrate."

Briefly, Jaune felt Pyrrha's soul flow like a gentle river and seep into his own. 'So this is Aura? the worm cult and the Mages Guild would love to experiment with this...'

Pyrrha smiled and closed her eyes, opening them as her skin glowed and her irises shrunk before shutting them again.

The second Divine crusader's eyes widened a he saw a faint red glow appear around Pyrrha and for a bright white light appear around him. As their souls connected, Jaune heard Pyrrha's voice.

'For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all, infinite in distance and unbound by death.' Soft hands landed on his chest as Jaune felt a dam open in himself... like when he first received it.' I release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee.'

In an instant, Pyrrha saw something in her mind as she opened her eyes. A beautiful woman surrounded by shadows lovingly embraced her partner from behind as the shadows caressed the both of them. Butterflies flew around him as wolves towered behind him, giving her an intelligent look. An hourglass with Dragon motiffs was overlapping with him and a red diamond, surrounded by nine gems, was glowing on his chest as if it was a heart. Twilight shone over him as a mangy dog sat by his feet. A brutal-looking hammer lodged by his feet on the other side of the mangy dog as Roses bloomed over his right hand.

Before she could look at more, deeper inside, An eastern dragon with wings looked at her before it turned into a beautiful lady with hair as beautiful as light far away from Jaune giving her a judging look before turning away with a scoff.

The faint red glow around Pyrrha dimmed and she fell to the ground, sweat covering her entire form.

"Pyrrha?" Hearing the voice of her new partner, she saw a pair of worried blue eyes looking at her.

"It's all right. I used my Aura to unlock yours, but the energy that protects you now is your own." With a grin, Pyrrha looked at Jaune. "You have a lot of it. More than any person I know,"

Instead of a smile, Jaune took a sigh of relief as he helped her stand up. 

"We can't stay here," Feeling herself get raised off the ground, Pyrrha looked at her partner with her face slowly turning to the same shade of red as her hair. "Hold on and rest, I'll take us to the temple," Jaune whispered as the raven flew to the sky and eyed the Divine Crusader as he traveled the wood with a woodlander's grace, no Grimm nor animals taking notice of him.