The sun spilled through the small openings between the leaves. The resulting dispersed rays of light lit up the Emerald forest and, for just a moment, I allowed myself to take in the beauty. The sheer amount of fresh air and green foliage was still foreign to me, despite having left the city so long ago. The wildlife, however, was strangely absent.

Although, I thought, it wasn't so surprising considering the Grimm.

Right on cue, a shrill scream cut through the forest. A small flock of brown birds fled from a nearby tree, where they had been safely camouflaged, and climbed upwards into the sky.

"Well, that didn't take long, did it?" I laughed.

I forced myself to carry on, knowing who was waiting for me. A moment later, I pushed through the last of the low hanging branches and into an open area. Sure enough, Ozpin and Glynda stood overlooking a cliff. Neither acknowledged my arrival. I pretended not to notice. Instead, I silently joined them by looking over the cliff as well. All I could see were the tree tops, but I had a good guess of what was happening underneath.

Orientation always came with its hazards.

Moments passed. I looked at Ozpin out of the corner of my eye. As per his routine, Ozpin was staring intently at the monitor in his hands. Every so often, he would adjust his glasses, and then smile or frown depending on what he was seeing. I glanced behind him. There were about a dozen, person sized catapults lined up neatly. I cleared my throat, knowing that I wouldn't win against these two regardless.

"Catapults?" I asked, returning my gaze to the forest. Sounds of gunfire sounded.

"If I recall, you didn't think I wouldn't find a good use for them." Ozpin replied. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"You win, then." I conceded. He grunted in agreement.

"I believe we agreed fifty."

"It's in the mail," I told him. His smile grew a little more. "How far did they go?"

"Not far enough," Glynda interjected seriously. "The teams were developed far too quickly."

"All of them are partnered up already?" I said, genuinely surprised.

"Yes," She said, voice sharp. "Not that launching Beacon's new students into a forest full of Grimm, and partnering each student with the first person they see if exactly a reliable method for determining their combat teams". She glared at me dangerously as if the catapults were my idea.

"Oh, but it's so much fun," I teased. She didn't return my warmth, but she stopped glaring and I knew I was temporarily spared from Glynda Goodwitch's wrath.

However, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach despite myself. I shifted my weight uneasily, considering Glynda's words.

"Come here," Ozpin's voice stopped my train of thought. Assuming he was speaking to me, I walked to his side. The screen on the monitor was divided into six neat squares. Feed from the cameras placed in the forest, I realized.

He was watching a fairly large group of new students on the monitor. Eight, I counted. For a moment, I assumed they were fighting each other. Not uncommon considering how competitive young Hunters and Huntresses can be. But then a gigantic, black wing moved across one of the cameras.

A Nevermore, I realized. They were fighting a Nevermore. A plane-sized, blood thirsty creature. Reflexively, my body tensed.

Ozpin pressed on one of the squares on the monitor. The square expanded to fill the whole screen, zooming in on the feed from the one particular camera. On it, four girls stood side by side. Ozpin zoomed in on the image further, focusing on only one girl in particular.

She looked so young. Her hair was chopped to shoulder length, framing you youthful face. Her rebellion showed through in the red that was mixed into her naturally brown hair. Her grey eyes were intently focused on the giant bird, jumping away as a Nevermore swooped dangerously close to her. The most startling thing about her, however, was her giant scythe. She swung the scythe with tremendous skill at the Nevermore. The huge bird was surprisingly agile, although, and she missed. However, the swing caused the bird to change tactics and aimed for a blonde girl that had been standing with young girl. Without missing a beat, the young red head aimed her scythe after the bird, digging the blade into the ground to steady it. The scythe fired a number of heavy rounds at the Nevermore.

Holy shit, she equipped the Scythe with a sniper gun.

Suddenly, something in my brain clicked.

"This is her?" I gawked. "The one who screwed up Roman's robbery?"

"She seems quite the Huntress-in-Training, doesn't she?"

"SHE IS A CHILD!" I couldn't stop my voice from going higher with each word. "A child, Ozpin."

"Which makes her feat all the more impressive." He said, ignoring my outburst.

"It makes it all the more stupid." I countered. "How did she even do it?"

"She is Qrow's niece." His voice was deadpan. Shock made me silent.

"Oh," I said finally, my voice quiet. Ozpin had the maturity and grace not to mock my ignorance. Glynda, however, was smirking to herself.

"Her name is Ruby Rose." He told me. "You will be her body guard, under the guise of her Mentor. You will know where she is day and night. You will keep her alive."

I nodded. "And her team?"

"Integral to her safety. You will be responsible for them as well. With the right training, they might just be the ones to make this world a better place." I paused for a moment as I let the gravity of the situation sat on me.

I watched Ruby Rose on the screen. Ruby was launched by a white haired girl at a cliff, where a number of white symbols appeared along the cliff side. The symbols, I recalled, were the symbol of the Schnee family. Before I could ponder on the implication of the symbols too long, however, Ruby had my attention again. As Ruby flew through her air, her scythe blade grabbed the Nevermore at its neck. Ruby landed on the cliff side, feet firmly placed as she stood at almost a perfect 90 degree angle with the cliff side. Still pulling the Nevermore along with her blade, she ran with lightning speed up the cliff, the white symbols holding her in place. Dust, I realized. The white haired girl had used white dust to create the symbols.

Ruby reached the top of the cliff. The force of gravity, the blade, and Ruby sheer speed proved to be too much for the Nevermore. The head came clean off. Blood splattered and the corpse of the Nevermore fell. Ruby looked pleased as punch.

Ruby Rose ¸I thought, Sixteen year old girl, Protector of the World…Leader of Heroes.

This should be interesting.