I see my sister, Yang, on the ground, pleading for her life. I am in total shock, everything from the last year of my life is collapsing around me. Just when all hope is lost, My scroll comes to life!

Bzzz

It's a call from Jaune; Pyrrha sent him flying in a locker, and he knows she's heading for the tower. We also learn though his jumbled sentences that she's trying to play hero, to fight her.

My immediate thoughts are to run, to save what little we have left, but Jaune tells us that the evil lady was crazy powerful, and that Pyrrha will die if nobody comes to save her. Weiss, Sun and I argue over whether it's worth it, to save Pyrrha but risk all of us, or let Pyrrha die. But we never have a chance to finish our conversation.

Suddenly, Weiss takes off towards the tower, as she runs she shouts "Don't follow me, I can get her alone!" before dashing towards the tower. If only had I known those were her last words to us.

I see her telltale glyphs scaling the tower, with only one thought in my mind, she could die. I can only watch as she got to the top, and disappeared from view.

I so badly want her to come back, to decend with Pyrrha, to return! But the fight seems to last for eternity.

During this seemingly endless wait, I have nothing to do but care for Yang and Blake, but I know that the Vale emergency systems won't reach it in time. Blake bleeds herself into unconsciousness on the ground while Yang yells about how she doesn't want to die. I wait for the battle to conclude, hoping and praying, but I know that does nothing, while time still crawls by.

They never return. The battle goes on for 5 minutes, then 10, then 20. I catch some sparks, but most of my attention is keeping Yang and Blake alive. Suddenly, everyone around me goes silent.

I look up to see a ragged body, wearing the signature Schnee blue.

My grief distracts me in those seconds from Yang's warning.

"A propellor behind us broke! Watch out!"

A ship's propellor broke while trying to dock, and I never noticed. I look behind me, only to see a chunk of metal flying towards me, before everything goes dark, and I feel the rush of water. All I know is grief, and now blackness. I let it call to me, for I have nothing left.