Deep into the night, Oscar Pine sits before a crackling fireplace, sipping tea as he reminisces with Ozpin over their latest adventures. As they chat, Ozpin's mind drifts to a distant memory that has long laid dormant. "This is not the first time the world of Remnant was on the brink of ruin." His voice softens, laced with a hint of wistfulness. "Time and time again, an unlikely hero would emerge to save the day. Many of them bore silver eyes... Making it quite the heroic trait," he adds with a chuckle, reflecting fondly on Ruby Rose whose tale is far from over.
"But one person stood out for me the most," Ozpin continues, his voice deepening with reverence. "Unlike the rest, his name and deeds were never recorded in history or legends. And yet he possessed the biggest heart of them all, unwavering even in the darkest of times... Would you care to hear his tale?"
A spark of intrigue lights Oscar's eyes as he nods enthusiastically, urging Ozpin to share more.
"On a cold winter night, a Huntsman was pursuing a large pack of Grimm across the world. The trail led him to a small town on a faraway island. The Huntsman knew the monsters were nearby by the fresh human corpses scattered around the place, sight of a fierce battle. While exploring the towns devastation, the Huntsman comes across the town hall. Its walls were riddled with holes, and the door was ripped open, as if by a beast never seen before. As he stepped inside, the Huntsman witnessed a sight he would never forget.
A lone boy sat amidst the carnage, bathed in the silvery glow of the full moon. A spectral form towered over the child - a mantle of silvery-white, with an ornate eye mask floating where its visage would be. The specter's hands wrapped around the boy without touching him, as if protecting the poor soul from the very darkness that ravaged this town. A broken crown floated above the boy's head, whose countenance was a portrait of endless despair.
Years later, the fate of humanity would hinge on the shoulders of that same lone child of despair..."