"Good Luck." Clover's last words as he finally died.

Qrow held the body of his best friend, his only friend, the man he had begun to love, Clover Ebi. All life had finally left him. The blood on Clover's chest was warm and sticky as Qrow cradled Clover. Qrow screamed into the void, this wasn't fair. Hadn't he lost enough already? Why did the gods hate him? He cried, something that he hadn't done in a long time.

He wanted to chase after Tyrian, but he knew it would be useless. He could see the Atlesian airship in the distance, coming to arrest him. He looked over at Robyn Hill's unconscious body, he couldn't leave her. Besides, what would he do if he found Tyrian, he was in no condition to fight. As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't.

So he stayed there, holding Clover, waiting for the ship to come and get him. He looked down at the dead body cradled in his lap. 

"This is my fault," he thought. "I couldn't protect him. I fought him. My semblance killed him. My weapon killed him. This is my fault." More tear slipped down his cheeks. Clover would never be able to see another sunrise, to hear another joke, to see Salem defeated. Qrow would never be able to tell Clover just how much he meant to him, that Qrow had fallen for Clover, and was more in love with him than he ever could admit. 

He heard the engines of the airship behind him. He knew that they were landing, and that he would be arrested in just a couple of seconds. He wanted to let go of Clover and meet them, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He unpinned Clover's good luck charm, and clutched it in his hand, ignoring the blood that was still on it.

"That's him, arrest him." 

He felt arms grab his, bringing them together to be bound. He was wrenched away from the body of his friend, and was escorted into the airship. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Robyn being roughly woken up and arrested. He saw Harbinger, covered in blood, being pulled out of the snow and brought on the ship. A new wave of grief ran through Qrow's system. 

Robyn was shoved onto the bench next to him, her wrists bound. Robyn had done nothing wrong, yet she was here with Qrow, making him feel even more guilty. She looked around, confused. Then she noticed Clover's dead body, which was being attended to by several soldiers. Her face fell. She had never been close to Clover, but seeing that was hard for everybody. 

The soldiers finished cleaning up and the airship took off, headed back to Atlas. 

Robyn turned to Qrow, and rested her bound hands on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. She knew how much Clover had meant to him. He looked down at the good luck charm in his hands, and new tears formed. 

They could see Atlas, in all of it's glory. But it didn't have that jaw dropping effect when you are headed there to prison. It looked dark and menacing, which was fitting under the circumstances.

The airship landed and the prisoners were shoved roughly out into the cold.

"Take them to see General Ironwood."

Qrow wanted to see Ironwood, he wanted answers. 

As they headed inside, someone shouted. Everyone looked out the windows and there it was, large and demanding attention.

A flying grimm, which reminded Qrow of a whale, made it's way towards Atlas. Qrow had never seen anything like it before, but that wasn't even the scariest part. Riding on the top of the whale was Salem, looking proud and victorious.

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A/N: YAY CHAPTER ONE IS DONE! I kinda dragged my feat on this one because I didn't want to write Clover's death or what happened right after. I feel like future chapters will be a lot easier to write because we've got the most painful part completed. 

I was originally just going to focus on Clover/Qrow/Staff of Creation plot, but it felt weird acting like nothing else was happening around them. I think the main focus will be the Staff theory and I will add in other stuff as necessary. It's a lot harder since there is literally no canon for me to base this off, we haven't even got a date for vol 8. So this is basically a mini volume 8 that I'm writing. Which feels strange, but I'm excited!

More chapters will be coming soon, I promise!