[center][color=FFD700][h2]Razor WhiteFang - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Tuesday Morning[/h2][/color][/center]

Razor turned left then right as the city around him began to burn. The sound of people screaming echoed around him as the flames roared on. All around him were the silhouettes of people lying on the ground motionless. He looked up and saw a mirror standing in front of him. He started to hyperventilate as he stared at his reflection. He looked own at his blood covered hands and looked up to find himself surrounded my mirrors that continued to show the blood that stained his clothes and face. All around him, all he could see was his reflection and all he could hear was the screams of people as they burned in the city around him. Razor clutched his head and fell to his knees and began to scream trying to drown out the screaming around him. He closed his eyes tightly to keep from seeing his reflection in the mirrors that surrounded him. 

Razor was suddenly thrown onto the ground and when he opened his eyes he saw himself standing over him with a Grimm mask over the face. He couldn’t move and when he looked at his wrists he saw skeleton hands keeping him pined to the ground. Razor looked back at his nightmare self as it removed the mask and saw the sadistic crooked smile it had. His nightmare self suddenly vomited black liquid that poured into Razors mouth. He felt it suffocate him, but no matter how hard he tried. His mouth wouldn’t close and the skeleton hands refused to loosen their grip. 

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Razor sat up in a panic as cold sweat rolled down his face. He looked around and found himself under a tree near the courtyard. He fell back down onto the grass and sighed, “That’s right, I left the ballroom.” After Razor told off Morgan, which he still felt bad about. He left the ballroom and headed outside to sleep. He didn’t want to be around so many people if his Semblance activated so he found a place outside and fell asleep. Back at the village when it was a clear night, the top of the huts could be removed so they could sleep under the moon. Razor liked clear nights because he loved looking at the moon before he fell asleep. Is soothed him, but it seems the moon couldn’t take away the nightmares. 

“Two weeks, it’s been two weeks since the nightmares started. If I can’t find someone who can help me with this, I’ll never be rid of the nightmare. What then? If I can’t control it will it take over me? Will I be nothing more than a Grimm?” Razor questioned. He lay there stating at the clouds above. He could still see the moon in the sky even though the sun had risen and staring at the moon calmed his nerves.

“While under the light of the moon, a wolf fears nothing. They can accomplish any feat while guided by the moon, but what if you’re not a wolf? What then father?” Razor said. His father always told him that. He always preached that the Moon Bloods greatest power came from the moon. However, what kind of power could he get from it if he wasn’t a wolf? 

Razor lifted his hand up like he was trying to grab one of the clouds from the sky. Even though he was out of the nightmare, he still saw the blood that stained his hand. He closed his eyes and let his hand fall back onto his chest. “Today is initiation isn’t it? I just hope it doesn’t go the same way the initiation to be part of the hunting pack went.”  [i]Just have to avoid people during the challenge. If I can complete it without running into other people. I won’t have to worry[/i] Razor thought.  He stood up and checked his two Wolf Bite Yoyo’s that were still in the pouch on his side.