Ozpin stared at the stars through his window, the shattered moon illuminating his office. He takes a long sip from his coffee like he always those every night. Yet tonight he feels off. Something is happening. He could feel it inside the great walls of Beacon academy. He closes his eyes, listening deeply to the nature in front of him. The emerald forest filled with growls and snarls from the sound of the Grimm monsters. Yet one sound was above form all the rest. The low growl of the northern wolf.
His eyes shot open, his face has a slight expression of surprise. He knew though it would happen eventually. He sighed as he put his mug on his desk, a rare thing for him to do when it's only half full. Quickly he sat down, his eyes staring at the scroll in front of him. He knows he should do it, he promised her that he will do it when the time is right. Yet he can't. how will he explain to the team next morning of the task ahead. The gruelling mission they will face alone with no help from beacon at all apart from transport. He pinched the bridge of his nose, for once uncertain with the choices laid out for him.
Not matter what he would choose a promise would be broken and another kept. He made many mistakes in his life and if not chosen correctly this would be one of them. A massive mistake that will haunt him from the rest of the days. He took a pen and held it firm in his hands. As he lowered the pen, his hand started to shake. When the pen finally touched the paper, Ozpin let go. The pen rolled away on his desk, leaving only a small dot was on the scroll. Ozpin stood up, his mug once agin in his hand and the other covering his face, deep with uncertain regret.
I am doing the right thing, he thought. He wasn't expecting a response yet one did. Another wolf howl, however it wasn't like the previous one. This one sounded more faint yet gentle and melodic as like it came from the voice of an angel. Ozpin desperately wanted to close his eyes and relax to the sound. He was about to when something familiar caught his eyes. Silver rose petals danced along with the wind. Swaying along as the wolf howled the tune. Ozpin stared stunned of what he saw. It continued for a while until the howl trailed off and the beautiful line of silver roses faded away into the darkness.
He looked back at the scroll on his desk and at the pen nearby. With a heavy sigh he placed down his mug once again and picked up the pen. He didn't hesitate when he wrote a set of words on the parchment knowing it would change the lives of many people. Once finished he waited for the small binding light that would make the writing last forever on paper. Turing away form the light when it came, Ozpin whispered. "I'm sorry." When the light dispersed Ozpin got up and walked out of his office the coffee mug still in his hands. As the door slammed, the sheet of paper floated away into the moonlight. The words sparkling.
Team RBWY, send them to the northern forest alone with no help to retrieve a lost and valuable Item. Death is a possibility...