"Fine. I've avoided telling anyone besides the leader of the camp about a part of the past. Seeing as you, Sunny, are now the leader... I had to tell you anyway." Ozpin stated with a sigh. "I was part of the prophecy once. At least the first prophecy. She's been at it for a very long time. When do you think I was born?"
"Aren't you like, 30?" Sunny asked being the only one who really knew him.
"Try 300." The three stared at him like he had just come out of the books of another dimension's fairy tales. "Ok. I could tell what your powers were because they're the same as the ones we had. I barely survived the first conflict. I was the only one wise enough to retreat. Then the truth came." He shivered, "The truth."
"You have to leave." Ozpin demanded pushing the toward the entrance.
"But-" Sunny began. "Really? Why do you this to me? I wish I could punch you in the face man."
"You want to punch Ozpin?" Quail asked her.
"No, him." She pointed above Tarc's head.
"Whaa?" Quail seemed even more confused.
"You can't see him?" Sunny asked Quail.
"Who?" Quail added.
"The author." Sunny answered. "You might not be able to see through it, but I can. And he's there."
Quail looked like her head was about to catch on fire and explode the universe.
"Woow." Sunny said looking at that same spot. "You think you're to funny don't you? You may like me now... But I'll kill your-"
Sunny glared at the spot like she was about to murder someone.
"Oh look," Sunny teased, or at least that's what Tarc though, "your book is VERY VERY popular isn't it? A whole one person! Amazing."
"Let's just go to bed." Tarc urged. Sunny looked at the spot above him, pointed to her eyes, then to the spot, and gave it major death glares.
"Fine." Sunny agreed unhappily.