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Well, this day would probably be the worst day in my sixteen years of living. I had had some pretty bad ones before, but this one tops all the rest.
I was facing Grimm, evil monster animal things. A King Taijitu was in front of me. All that I had was my semblance and my fists. I admit that it isn't the best arsenal to use against the Grimm, but hey, it was all I got (at the time).
Before I go on about my untimely death by snake, I must go back a bit. Actually, a lot of bits. It all started when I first attended Beacon, at the beginning of the year. I got on the airship, crowded by people, and we took off. It was way too crowded for my liking, so I immediately wound my way over to a corner in the back.
I stared out the window, enjoying the view, when suddenly there was a commotion on the other side of the airship. People were pointing out the window, speaking in awe. I decided to look out the window and see what they were pointing at. On my way, a boy with blonde hair ran by, about to puke, face already green.
I quickly jumped back to avoid Vomit Boy, and he ran past towards the trash cans. He didn't make it, and he puked all over a guy in awesome armor's shoes.
I tried, but failed, to hide a smile, and went on my way to the window. As I neared the it, I realized why everybody was in awe.
The sight outside the window was amazing. It was Beacon, the school I had wished to attend since I was little. The towers were huge, the banners were intricate, the great magnificence of it was stunning. I don't get impressed easily, but this sight was one thing that I just couldn't look away from.
The airship started to descend, and I snapped out of my awe-inspired trance. People started to crowd around the doors. I joined them, but stayed towards the back. The ship touched down, and there was a small jolt as we landed. The doors opened, and everybody started to file out.
It was loud outside. People were in groups everywhere, and it seemed to be that most of the soon-to-be-students had at least one other buddy. I was one of the few people that didn't have a friend, so I started to walk towards the main building.
Suddenly in the background, I heard a loud boom. I turned around to see what had happened, ready for trouble, and I saw a cloud of red smoke about three hundred yards away.
When it cleared, I saw two people. One was a girl in red, and the other was a girl dressed in white, yelling at Red.
I started to go and see what had happened (and maybe try to save Red), but another girl, dressed in black, came up and took the place that was going to be mine.
I turned back around to go back to my original destination, but I ran into a guy with some heavy armor, messed-up brown hair, and a huge watch on his right hand.
"I am so sorry," he apologized.
"No, it is my fault," I responded. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Well, now that we have both apologized for something we didn't do, why don't we introduce ourselves? My name is Michal Nickel."
"I'm Pyrosius Ammora, but my friends all call me Pyro."
"I got it." We both started to walk towards the main hall. When we got there, it was already crowded. There were some faces that I recognized from Signal, but most people I didn't know.
I also noticed some other people in the crowd. There was Vomit Boy, Red, the girl in white, and another girl with long blonde hair, who was kind of attractive.
"So Michal," I began. "You see anybody here that you know?"
"Nobody but you. Anybody look familiar to you?"
"Just some people from Signal, but I don't really know them."
Suddenly a man that I knew very well walked up to the microphone on the stage.
"I'll... keep this brief," Ozpin started. "You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction." That earned a sudden murmuring from the crowd, but it got quiet again when Ozpin started talking again. "You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."
When Ozpin left the stage, Glynda Goodwitch stepped up to the microphone. "You will gather in the ballroom tonight; tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed."