A Choice: White Night

-This is a branch/continuation of "A Choice" by Thedrag0n22 I in no way claim ownership of the original idea.

Silence fills the room as you sit there, fear gnaws it's way up your stomach crawling up your spine. "Dead?" you think to yourself "but..." your eyes slide out of focus as you see a lone figure surrounded by shadows. You blink trying to clear the haze surrounding the person slowly bringing the shadows into focus. The area starts to fade into sight as a dark red forest is gleaned and a full bulbous moon shines in the sky.

A figure clad in white armor lies on the grass staring into the azure blackness lost in thought. Jaune sits up straight, years after the trials at Beacon, the skirmishes with various Grimm, with many other tribulations and hardships having been lain on his being he now radiates an air of peace and confidence in a way that gives even the blackest void hope. He sighs as he slowly gets on his feet brushing off his jeans and smirks as a soft rustle of grass sounds behind him. "Glad to see you made it." he rumbles in a baritone, "I think you have the wrong person" the new arrival whispered taking another step closer bringing the beckoning shadows ever closer. "Have you come to talk" Juane probed as he turned to meet his companion eye to eye, "Or just to say goodbye?" he finished as he finished turning revealing a gaping wound in his chest, blood pouring freely.

The figure took a step back shocked by the sight, Juane shook his head and drew Crocea Mors from it's scabbard and raised the hilt to his opponent. "If you would do a dying man a favor?" Juane inquired as the figure raised it's gun. Holding the weapon outstretched pointed directly at Juane's chest the person nodded slowly. "Keep them safe." he whispered softley before the trigger was pulled and the life was torn from Jaune's body. Hitting the grass with his eyes still wide open he searched for the man who shot him. And as Ren knelt over his body he grasped Juane's fading grip and replied "I will." Juane smiled, a ghost of a thanks still haunting his corpse as Ren laid him out. Drawing up the hood to cover his comrades closed eyes and laying Crocea Mors at his friends side once again, Ren walked out of the clearing fading slowly out of your view.

Your vision returns as the last traces of a memory drift away leaving you to sit there and wonder if you even have the heart to continue...

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