Oh boy, another RWBY story from yours truly, Sporedude135. That is all I have to say. Enjoy!

Remnant. A world where magic and technology co-exist. It's a land of beauty, as well as a land of chaos. Creatures called the Grimm, hideous beasts with no souls, have set their sights on the four Kingdoms. But thanks to aura and dust, humanity and the Faunus have managed to fight back against the forces of darkness, ushering in a new age of progress.

When we say progress, we mean technological progress. Using dust and the very aura that humanity and Faunus-kind has, they've created some of the greatest machines Remnant has ever seen. However, the arts and crafts had been slowly diminished.

This hasn't stopped people however. They started naming their children after colors, and this tradition soon became a powerful one. Most children are named after color nowadays. But there was one family, an ancient one, that has stood the test of time.

And that is the Robinchild family.

This family was one of the first families to truly keep the artistic expression alive after art "died off" thanks to their paintings. It was thanks to them that art restarted after the Great War between the four kingdoms. And they are the ones, the only ones, that have weilded one of the strongest weapons that mankind has ever seen.

A paintbrush. It may seem ordinary to you, but this very paintbrush is very different among others, mostly due to connecting to the painter's imagination to not only help create and color art, but to, literally, bring it to life. Only the Robinchild family has it, and is the only family the paintbrush itself trusts. Generation after generation, this very brush has been past down to those of the Robinchild family.

And today, it's getting a new owner.

Mai Robinchild awaited the arrival of her father after she got home. He was supposed to get off work today, and he would be returning today. She was lucky to have a father. Her mother passed away after giving birth to her, leaving her dad to take care of her.

This also meant that she stayed by herself a lot while dad's at work. But at least she has school for most of dad's work period. At school, she was considered a social outcast due to her almost fetish-like love for art. Because of this, she often consider's school to be a babysitter for most of the day, as only the teachers care for her. She gets home about twenty minutes before her dad gets home.

Despite her family being the most influential family in the art world, they're kinda in a tough spot. Despite her father's best efforts, their paintings weren't selling as much as they used to. So he went to work for the Schnee Dust Company. The work was tough, but he got paid enough for him to get by.

A three-pronged knock came from the door. She got up from her chair and looked through a peep-hole. Standing there was a man in his mid to late thirties, with almost unnatural colored white hair, sparkling blue eyes, and the tattoo of a wolf paw over his right eye. His work clothes were all dirty from mining up all that Dust.

"Hi dad! How was work?"

"It...was alright...I need to talk to you." Mai looked at her dad with confusion, but stepped aside as he motioned her to follow him upstairs to his workshop. She was kinda worried on what he was going to talk about. She was never allowed in that room, but she went anyway. Inside, dozens of paintings that he and his ancestors had created lined the walls, making the room feel like an ancient burial ground of art. He sat down in a dusty chair, looking straight at her.

"What's wrong," she asked.

"Listen. White Fang activity had begun rising as of late. I'm beginning to worry about your safety, so I'm sending you to Vale where your aunt and uncle live." Mai's eyes widened in shock. She moved a strand of chocolate brown hair from her eyes as her father got up.

"But...what about you?"

"I'll be coming in due time. I have to get our family's paintings ready to move. I'm sending you on early because I don't know when the White Fang might strike," her father replied. He looked up at a shelf and brought down a small box. "And plus, I'm giving you this."

Mai eyed the box with suspicion. She then opened it, revealing a paintbrush.

"Uh...dad. I'm pretty sure I know how to use a paintbrush," Mai told him. He only chuckled as he got a canvas and put it on a stand.

"I knew you would say that. But this brush is different from the rest. Now, think about something you've seen in your imagination and lightly tap the brush on the canvas," her father instructed her. Doing what her father told her to do, she began to dig deep into her mind to find something to paint. Her eyes opened when she finally fount what she was looking for. Looking down at the brush, she gently put the bristles on the canvas.

What she didn't expect was paint to magically appear, change colors rapidly, and her arm to move at a speed she never thought was possible. She was also surprised she was adding smaller details like scales, something she has never done before with a paintbrush. After her arm finally calmed down, the paint disappeared from the brush. She marveled at her creation, which is a long, serpent-like being that gives off an aura of wisdom.

"Alright! Now, touch the bottom of the brush like you would do a pen." She did what she was told, causing electricity to come from the tips of the brush. The bolts hit the painting, causing a "portal" to open on the canvas. Out from it comes the serpent. It flew around for a bit before it wrapped itself around Mai's arm. It looked at her before licking her cheek, causing her to laugh.

"W...wow! I never thought I could do that," Mai exclaimed.

"It was all thanks to your imagination. Anything you create with this brush it brings to life after the painting's creation. Your creations are forever loyal, which I knew you would love since you don't have any "true" friends. No one really wants to hang out with an art-obsessed girl nowadays anyway," her father said. Mai looks down, but looks back up with shine in her eyes.

"If I can't find friends, I'll make them!"

"I was figuring you would say that." He ruffles her hair before turning towards a window. "I trust that whatever friend you make with the brush will keep you safe. You'll leave tomorrow. Come on, I'll help you pack.

Mai nodded, and she went off to pack.

Tomorrow morning:

Mai stood in line as the airbuses was taking passengers in to take to Vale. She held on to the small canvas that held her new friend, whom she named Jielong. She also learnt something new last night. Her art friends have three forms. The first form is the paper one, which makes them normal paintings on the canvas. The second form is the small, or chibi-form like she calls it, which basically is a smaller, more cuter version of the third form, which is the normal form. Jielong was already small to begin with, only being the same length as Mai's leg.

She realized her airbus waa currently taking in passengers. With paintbrush in a safe container in her luggage and canvas in hand, she entered the airbus and took a seat at the far right corner. She watched Jielong as she swam around the canvas like an old cartoon from the Great War Era. As everyone who was going to Vale got in the airbus, it slowly flew off. Mai looked out the window, seeing her family mansion get smaller as the airbus flies off.

"I'll meet you soon dad," she says to herself as she decided to take a nap.

By the time she woke up, she was already on the coastline of Vale's mainland. She yawned and stretched her arms. She looked at Jielong, who was still fast asleep, miniature Z's coming out of her mouth in a line.

'I wonder when we will get to Vale,' she asks herself in her mind. However, her question was answered when she saw a city in the distance, as well as the prestigious Beacon Academy not that far from it. She awed at the city, which woke Jielong up form her slumber.

"We're here! I can't believe we're here," Mai said. After about an hour or so, the airbus landed, and everyone got out. Mai stretched her arms and grabbed her luggage and canvas and went to find her uncle and aunt's apartment. She already knew where to go thanks to her dad giving her directions beforehand. Remembering what her dad told her, she fount the apartment building her aunt and uncle stayed in. She walked in and up to the clerk.

"Um...I'm looking for my un-I mean Mr and Mrs Robinchild."

"They are up in Room 29 on Floor 2." Mai nodded to the clerk and went to the elevator. The elevator brought her up to Floor 2 and she began looking for her uncle and aunt's room.

"Room 29. Don't forget it. Roo-OOF!" Mai had bumped into someone's who was walking out of his room. She fell on her behind before looking up. There stands an old man with short brown hair, hazel eyes, and a scar on the side of his left cheek. He looked down at her and smiled.

"Well! What a pleasant surprise seeing you here lassie," he said.

"U-uncle." She got up and hugged the man. "I missed you."

"Hey, quit yer worrying. We already got a call from your father, so we've been ready for awhile," her uncle told her.

"Sorry I ran into you," Mai apologized. Her uncle smiled and ruffled her hair.

"Yer father taught you really well. Come on in. We'll show you to yer room and then we can go get somethin' to eat," her uncle told her. Mai smiled and followed him into his apartment, where her aunt was waiting. Her hair was also short, but ginger colored.

"Welcome to our humble adobe." Mai looked at like a kid at a candy store. It was so beautiful.

"Did you do this?"

"We sure did. Took awhile, but now we have a place that looks a lot better than the other apartments of this building," her uncle replied. Mai smiled and hopped on the couch. She let Jielong off the canvas to check out the apartment herself, which caused her aunt to smile.

"Seems you've made a new friend," she said.

"Yep! Her name is Jielong!"

"Your father did mention he was entrustin the paintbrush to you," her uncle said.

"I can't wait for father to get here to see this place!"

?, Vale:

She fount it. After all this time, she fount it. The Paintbrush Of Creation, the most powerful weapon on Remnant.

"My plan is going to be a lot easier once I get that's brush. But how am I going to get it. That girl's uncle is one of the best hunters to come out of Beacon's walls...well just have to wait until the perfect moment to strike."

"But what about the girl? It's said that the only people capable of using it are the ones that the paintbrush trusts, and it apparently trusts her."

"Then we'll take her as well. But not now. She is too heavily guarded for us to easily take her and the brush. I will trust Roman on this mission, but if he fails trying to get it, I will not hesitate to "kick" him out of our ranks." The other people in the room nodded and left, leaving the figure to think for herself.

"There won't be anything stopping me this time."