RWBY Bedtime Stories
The Crumbling Moon
7 year old James sat up, looking at the moon through his bedside window when his mother walks in, wearing her usual elegant white PJ's. "What's wrong, James? Are you still not tired?" She asked her son, sitting down next to him on his bed. "Mom, why does the moon appear this way?"
"Why are you asking something so ridiculous?" He looked at his mother, her white hair slightly messy. "I read once that the moon was round. Why does it look like that?" She smiled down at her son. His cold blue eyes were full of curiosity and wonder.
"Will you go to sleep if I tell you a story?"
James nodded and lay down; pulling his sheets over himself while his mother prepared to tell a fairy tale that she had once been told when she was younger.
"There once was a huntsman who was strong and brave. He rode through Vytal slaying monsters that would disturb wildlife and hurt innocent Humans and Faunus. One day, he was sent to war. When he had first slain a soldier of the enemy army, it wasn't noticeable, but as he continued to shed the blood of the enemy, he began to notice that the more he had slain the Faunus and Humans of the other army, the more the moon began to come undone.
"When the war had finally ended, the Huntsman had learned of the connection between us and the moon. Every tiny pebble on the moon is connected to every Human and Faunus on this planet and that with every lost Faunus or Human, a small piece of the moon would break off and slowly turn to nothing. Being given this bit of knowledge, the warrior vowed to never take the blood of Humans or Faunus ever again, no matter what the circumstances."
"The End," she said simply.
James had not once interrupted her story, listening closely, and when she was finished he asked, "But why would the moon crumble if people died?"
As his mother, Weiss left the room, she said, "You'll understand when you're older, sweety, now go to sleep."