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Raven had nowhere else to go.

Vernal was the only tribe member she’d had a bond with. The other two people she wanted to escape. So she followed her bond with Tai, hoping he wouldn’t notice her. She’d managed it so many times before. She forced herself to keep flying away from the house, each wingbeat more difficult than the last as the adrenaline rush from her fight with Cinder faded, and she could feel exhaustion and pain from the various small wounds she’d picked up starting to sink in.

Her flight faltered, and she was forced to land in a clearing by a cliff.  She shifted and staggered to her feet, only to find herself in front of Summer’s gravestone. She fell back to her knees as she tried to catch her breath, bowing her head as tears continued to fall.

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"Okay team STRQ, gather round!” Summer bounced on the balls of her feet. It was clearly written over her face-- she was beyond excited. “Over the past two years we’ve done a lot of missions around here in Vale, we’ve kicked major butt, but now we’re in our third year and I think it’s time we stepped it up a notch.”

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Qrow waited until Ruby and Yang had both gone to bed to bring up the subject of Ruby’s scythe. He had no idea what Tai would think of it or which alternative he’d rather have, but the fact of the matter was that Ruby needed a teacher who knew what the fuck they were doing. 

The most unfortunate thing was, Qrow was the most capable of it. He knew a handful of others scythe wielders and had heard of a few more, and his skill far outstripped all of them, and not just as a matter of bragging.

He was sitting at the kitchen table nursing a glass of whiskey, home for the first time in five months after a particularly long mission from Ozpin. It hadn’t been the easiest, but by no means the worst. He looked across the table at Tai. Ruby had gone on about their little lesson in Signal’s training field since they got home.

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It had been jarring to hear about her father being so suddenly involved in all this. He was on patch, safe away from it all. However, it shouldn’t have been so surprising nowhere was sacred, nor that now that they had a relic he be used against them. However, her and Ruby had hardly gotten that information before suddenly he was in the hospital...because someone had saved him and killed his captor.

Yang’s mom. Apparently she’d returned to patch...there was just too much going on in her head right now. But, she was coming to see him she didn’t believe it, she wouldn't believe it unless she saw her mom there. Yang had come alone, this, she needed to see this herself Ruby could visit dad later...not now. The blonde shoved the doors open and...there they were on a hospital bed together, it stung. She was back? Just like that?

Of course the blonde was grateful she’d rescued her father happy he was...more or less safe. Happy the bastard who’d got his jollies out of taking pieces of her father was dead yet, she stood there gaping at the two. How could they just...after everything she did they almost looked like a normal couple...how could dad be happy with that?

She couldn’t.

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“Wheee!!!” Ruby, was 8 years old, and currently sitting on some poor 15 year old boys back as he attempted to do push ups. Her father, Taiyang was this poor 15 year old’s hand to hand instructor. Unfortunately for this boy and many, many others who passed through Tai’s classes the man currently had to bring his youngest daughter in with him...as she was too young to even start the lowest levels of training...the Pre-K of combat school if you will...like her older sister currently was.

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She’d never been on an airship before. She hated it. Raven and Qrow hovered by a window and fidgeted nervously, looking out at the open air. Neither of them were afraid the ship would go down, it just felt… claustrophobic. Not for the first time she wished she had wings of her own and could fly like her namesake.

“What do we do if someone recognises us? It’s not like we were overly creative with our names,” Qrow murmured, casting a glance at the other students milling around them.

“Ozpin said he’d deal with it,” she replied. The headmaster had figured them out right away, but had offered help as soon as they explained the situation, telling them that everyone deserved a second chance. “Unless he was lying and we’ll be arrested and executed the moment the plane lands.” Somehow she doubted that. There was something off about the headmaster, but he’d seemed honest enough about that, at least.

“Better Vale soldiers than the tribe,” Qrow murmured. Rave nodded in agreement, her hand going to the barely healed scars that wrapped around her back and sides. It was now two months since they’d run from the bandits who’d… ‘raised’ wasn’t quite the right word, nor ‘rescued’. They might not have died in the same attack that had killed their parents before they were old enough to remember them, but the years of abuse had added up and taken their toll. Qrow, with his semblance, had had it particularly bad. Raven had defended him as best she could. Until two months ago. As soon as she’d been able to move without wanting to scream they’d started running, and hadn’t stopped. With their skills and history, crime or becoming huntsmen had seemed like the only options. And the latter might just be their ticket to the freedom they’d always wanted.

“What if they show up at Beacon?” She wondered.