Darkness. Destruction. Silence.

This is what the World of Remnant has been reduced to. This is my home now… My burden. My painful reminder of what I helped to cause. This once blossoming world of warriors, magic and life all gone and now… Now there's nothing. Nothing but me, this ruined wasteland and the memories of the war. A war far more destructive than even that of the Great War. This wasn't between kingdoms or petty grudges… No. It was merely a battle for supremacy, the world versus her. Remnant against Weiss Schnee and her children.

Remnant lost.

And now here I am, alone and doing my best to survive in this godforsaken aftermath. Survie… Ha. It's all I've ever done. But now without my tribe, without my brother, without anyone, what would people say about Raven Branwen now? A woman who did nothing but aid the death of civilisation only to run away when things turned nasty. Well let's just say I don't give a damn. They know nothing about what happened, they weren't there. If they saw the things I did they would have done the same. Humanity was doomed the moment Schnee began the production of these creatures, I couldn't stop it. No one could. All we could do was hope they were merciful and guess how that turned out?

Now there's nothing.

Or so I thought.

"Reh… Ah…"

Impossible! I thought they had all been destroyed! That sound… No, there was no mistaking it. It was a newborn. It couldn't be anything else yet… How!? Where did it come from? Where was it… If there was even a chance one had survived the purge then it had to be destroyed! Unless it was one of the others… I have to find it.

"Little one? Where are you? I'm here."

I call out in desperate hopes that it responds, needing nourishment and care like they always did. Like they did back then before all of it spiraled out of control. Yet I'm only greeted by silence. No, this can't be it! It has to be alive!

"Please, call to me! I want to help you!"

Please… Say something, little one.

"Reeeh…"

Yes! Over there, by that dead tree! After all of this hiding, all of the aimless walking, I had almost forgotten what it was like to run but by god I had to get to her. She was alone and needed someone to care for her, a mirror image of myself in this scenario.

And there she is…

At the base of that old, rotting husk of a tree were scattered little pieces of eggshell which seemed to have been buried beneath the stump, followed by a trail in the black grass which all lead to her. I could almost cry at the sight… There she was, a newborn, squealing Weissling. She had clearly just emerged from her egg due to the lack of clothing yet looked as healthy as ever despite the circumstances, one of the healthiest I had ever seen! She looked exactly like her teenage mother, barely the size of my forearm yet not baby-like in the slightest. An exact, miniature copy of the heiress. I needed to taked her in before the worst happened… She could quite possible be the last of her kind and I was all the stood between her and whatever dangers were out there now, whether it be survivors or Grimm, if there ever were any left. I heard those things had even gotten to Salem, though no proof of it whatsoever. I wouldn't doubt it.

I got down on to me knees, ignoring the dirt that stained my clothes and placed my hands out towards the little Schnee youngling, scooping her up with the most delicate of hands and holding her close to my chest. Oh how fraile and warm she was, shaking and screeching out more as I picked her up. She was terrified and afraid of the world she had been born into yet by some miracle, she knew who I was. They all did…

With my brother being a key factor in their creation, the Weisslings reacted positively to both Schnee and Branwen blood. In my case, I was almost a second mother to them, someone to care for them and keep them safe as they grew into the hungry creatures humanity came to know. It filled me with pride in a way to see them grow into something so much stronger, yet it went too far all the same.

"Raah… Rah… Mmmm…"

"Ssshhh… It's alright. I've got you, sweetheart. You're safe."

She needed to know I was here for her, that I wouldn't let anything in the world happen to this one little survivor. The egg was so far from the nest… She must have been one of them. The second generation, ones not made from Schnee herself. This was perfect. If she survives this… We could bring her back.

For now however, this one needs sustenance from me. I'm the only one who can provide for her. Keeping her close to my heaving chest, I pull the opening of my shallow cut dress to the side which in turn allows my left breast to fall out into the open air. As expected, instinct kicked in for the little Schnee and as the tiny naked girl wriggled around some more, her small lips found my nipple and immediately latched on with eager intent and hunger. I could feel the suckling followed by the milk dripping out into her mouth, a much needed relief for both of us. She could feed and I could feel like this again… God I missed this. The feeling of caring for them, feeding them, being needed by them. It was pure bliss.

But now wasn't the time for relaxation. I need to get her back to my camp.

With the Weissling falling silent and suckling on my teet for dear life, I stand and quickly back track from whence I came, heading for familiar ground.

"You're going to make it, little one. I promise."

A short walk later…

With the tribe disbanded and mostly dead, I, their leader, was the last one remaining and had left the old camp behind. Now, I lived in my own neck of the woods, a small camp for one with only the essentials. A tent, a campfire and a lake near by for washing myself. It may be a post apocalyptic wasteland but I'm not going to reduce myself to being a filthy animal.

With the Weissling nestled close and suckling on my breast, I walked into the secure area and immediately entered my tent, sealing the entrance behind me. Nothing can get in and until I say so, nothing can get out. I sat down on the worn, far from comfortable mat in this miserable shelter and stared down at the feeding youngling in my arms. Even with everything going on it had managed to find peace with me and heck, even brought a smile to my face. Even before this… I can't even remember the last time I smiled. I gently stroked her warm cheek with my finger and let out a long, somewhat relieved sigh as I continued to watch.

"I can't believe you made it… Your mother must have hidden you well, hm?"

There was no response of course, yet that didn't stop me from conversion. Even if the other person wasn't responsive or very intelligent for the time being, it was nice to get these pent up words out. "I'm going to take care of you, do you understand? You're going to grow big and strong. And with this…"

I looked over to my satchel in the back corner of the tent, a hopeful expression forming on my face before it turned back to the Weissling. I knew the item in there would be able to bring her back. It had to. It was all that remained of her… The tiara.

"We're going to get your mother back."

Now how did all of this begin? How did Raven Branwen, feared tribe leader, help cause the destruction of Remnant and start nursing a miniature Weiss Schnee? Well you can thank the girl herself and my brother, Qrow Branwen, for that. There were others involved such as myself, yet those two were the start. It should have never happened. I advised against it the moment I found out, the combination of Branwen and Schnee genes with the eggs, yet they didn't listen. The result brought destruction and chaos to the world, ruining lives and causing anarchy. Yet now we're here… So I suppose I might as well tell you the story, little one.

This is how it happened.