Chapter 1
Lyra kept her eyes shut as she sat in the air ship. She had always disliked flying, every time the ship shuddered she felt uneasy. Paranoid, Eve liked to say, whenever it was brought up.
"Come on, Lyra, we'll be fine." Without opening her eyes, Lyra could see Peri's confident smile. The leader of team PERL was always confident, ready to face whatever was put in front of her.
But they wouldn't be fine, Lyra thought. A nagging sense of foreboding had taken hold of her, and no amount of Peri's confidence or Eve's sarcasm could set her at ease. It was a curse, almost. Most huntsman and huntresses could control their semblances, use them like tools. Lyra couldn't. Her semblance, clairvoyance, was constantly in use, always sensing things around her. Except, of course, for Rain, and the static shock she was about to deliver.
"FUCK!" Lyra shot up so hard she nearly hit the roof of the ship. Eve, Rain, and Peri all burst out laughing, tears streaming down their faces as Lyra's heart struggled to explode out of her chest. Lyra's hands instantly went to her temples, where the metal of her glasses burned again her skin. Rain's shock was more powerful then she probably intended, causing red lines to appear.
"I finally got you!" Rain cheered as she laughed. The rabbit faunus had struggled to scare Lyra for their entire first year at Beacon, and had never once been successful. Lyra put her glasses back on, shutting her eyes once more. "Now that you 'got me', you can stop trying." Lyra sat down again, breathing heavily.
"Aw, don't be such a kill joy." Eve said, wiping a tear from her eye. For some reason this sparked even more worry in Lyra.
"Please, don't say 'kill' right now." She said, suddenly feeling sure that the mission they were on was going to go terribly, terribly wrong.
—
"Professor, it seems we have a problem." Goodwitch said, reading her scroll.
"I'm sure it's nothing we can't solve." Ozpin replied, sipping his tea.
"One of the students coming from Mistral has informed us he will not be attending Beacon."
"The life of a Huntsman isn't for everyone Glynda, you know that. Perhaps he wanted to find meaning some other way. That's not much of a problem."
"The problem is that we can no longer sort every new student into a team of four." Goodwitch continued, slightly annoyed with Ozpin's relaxed attitude.
"Now that is a problem. However I believe I can find a huntsman or huntress in training to solve this issue."
"Ozpin, I don't think she's ready for that yet." Ozpin ignored her, however, reading over the large number of reports of Grimm attacks on small villages.
"She may not have a choice." He sighed, sipping his tea again.