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Also this is my first time writing a fanfic, I welcome any feedback you guys have for me :).
"Test" – Skills/Techniques
'Test' – Thoughts
"Test" – Speaking
Without further ado, let's jump into the story!
Weiss was livid. How dare her father embarrass her in front of all the guests in the ballroom. To add insult to injury, he grounded her until her future is to be decided. What was she to him? Does he even see her as his daughter?
Sighing to herself, as she trudged toward her room but her train of thoughts was interrupted by her brother Whitley, who further angered her with his insolence.
"Good luck with father, he says. Hmmph, what nerve."
Now here she was, stuck in her room without freedom, like a caged bird longing to spread its wings in the sky.
But still, she had hope.
For she remembers the stories of a family Guardian who appears in times of distress she heard from Klein when she was young. Now, she clings to that small glimmer of hope where the Guardian will answer her call.
'Sigh, here goes nothing'
Standing in the middle of her massive room, she drew Mytenaster and took up a static fencing stance. Eyes closed in deep concentration, she felt a small connection form. Opening her eyes, she slammed the point of her dust rapier into the ground, a huge spiraling intricate white glyph with a design of four swords appeared in front of her.
Feeling a small drain of her Aura, she continued pushing forward as the glyphs start spinning faster and faster, gusts of wind localizing into a small hurricane whipping at everything in the room.
She could feel the solidification of a bond between her and what feels like an aura of Steel getting stronger and stronge-
"Hello Sister." Came a certain white-haired distraction.
And with that, every grasp of the bond she felt collapsed mentally. The beautiful white glyph, dissipated leaving behind a small glimmering fig leaf.
"Sigh, leave." she grunted.
"How hurtful." he began.
'Oh boy here we go again' she thought
"And here I am about to offer you a favour. Father is taking me to town to introduce me to some of his business partners."
Weiss raised an eyebrow at that statement.
"I thought I'd see if you want me to pick you up anything since you're well…"
He turned and looked at her smugly,
"Stuck here."
'What a pretentious asshole of a brother I have'
"No, I said. Leave." she grunted.
"Fine, fine. I've got bigger things to do. Continue your 'training', no matter how pointless it is."
Silently fuming, the sooner Whitley leaves, the better it is on her nerves. She was slowly approaching her boiling point when Whitley just had to add a final statement,
"What is your plan anyway? What do you hope to accomplish while trapped in your own bedro-!"
'That little piece of-'
*SLAM*
Unable to contain her anger anymore, she activated a glyph, slamming the door in directly into Whitley's face midsentence.
Composing herself, she notices a glittering fig leaf on the ground where her initial summoning failed. Gingerly picking it up, her mind was assaulted with memories that weren't hers.
They briefly showed flashes of a huge ceremonial claymore shaped like a cross stabbed into the ground in front of a sacred fig tree and images of a white-haired man bathing in the crimson liquid of a recently slain giant black Dragon.
She once again took up a static stance, replacing the fig leaf on the ground in front of her, she took a long look at a portrait of the Guardian on the wall. She stabbed her rapier's tip into the ground and once again the intricate glyph appears on the ground, spinning quickly and glowing brightly.
'Silver and Steel to the Origin.'
Within her mind a chant appears, she goes along with it, the bookshelves in her room started rattling loudly.
'Let the power of my Aura and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.'
'Let my ancestor be my predecessor Nicholas Schnee.'
Nightstands began toppling over, books falling off shelves, the gusts of wind whipping her face increased in frequency.
'Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall, let the four cardinals close.'
Beads of sweat begun forming on her forehead as the Aura consumption starts to rise, her windows broke open and the walls begun cracking.
'Shut (fill), Shut (fill), Shut (fill), Shut (fill), Shut (fill). Destroy once filled.'
'I hereby declare! Your self is under me, and my Fate is in your Sword.'
'If you abide by this feeling, then answer! Here is my Oath!'
'I shall be all that is the good in this world, Guardian of the Schnee Family!'
A bright glow consumed the room, forcing Weiss to raise an arm to cover her eyes, noticing a set of red symbols on her left hand before she was blinded.
By the time she opened her eyes, she is now staring in awe at a tall handsome man with his long silver-grey hair flowing behind him. His body encased was in a radiant silver woven plate armor. His exposed brown skin showing a series of glowing light blue lines spreading out from his chest extending all the way up to his right cheek. Strapped to his back is the same ceremonial broadsword she saw a few moments ago. The mysterious man looks even more radiant as he seemed to glow in the faint moonlight which illuminated him from the broken window in her room.
The man opened his mouth and spoke a single phrase, which Weiss will remember for the rest of her life.
"Saber, Siegfried. I have answered your calling. I ask of you, are you my Master?"
Aaaand that's a wrap! I apologise for the really short chapter as this is only a prologue.
Do give me feedback as it helps me improve as a novice Fanfic writer!
Yes this fic is set at the start of Volume 4 of RWBY.
Until next time! :)