Sorry for not doing anything on FF, and I will openly admit it was just procrastination (and a few new ideas because of RWBY Vol. 3). However, I'm back with something pretty cool. Ever since seeing Winter and Episode 9, as well as learning a little more about Atlas/Mantle, I've had a huge idea stuck in my head that I can't get out. It's been eternity since I've posted anything here, but I actually made progress on my eBook in my absence. I'll let you all know when I release it on Amazon.

Quick disclaimament (don't ask what it means, because it's not a word; I picked up that habit and still refuse to drop it): I do not own RWBY and, while I intend to eventually work for RT, do not as of yet hold a position to do so. Besides, if I were, I wouldn't be writing fics like I am now.

Rise of the Archangel: a RWBY fic

Episode 001: Where it all Started

The Four Maidens may have had some sort of holy power bestowed upon them by an old hermit with magical abilities, but they certainly didn't have the most ancient of powers. The first to become stronger than what their Auras and Semblances provided was Angelus, whose name is how we get our modern definition of what Angels are. He even looked the part of an angel; however, instead of the feathered wings of birds, from his back protruded multiple bright, glowing, tentacle-like apparati that split themselves into two wing-shaped formations. His powers became hereditary, passed down from generation to generation, on one condition: his full power would only pass on to one person per generation, and no more than one person could wield that power.

At least thirty generations passed before the present came to be. The world had forgotten about Angelus's blessing, and the tale of the Four Maidens became just that. Still, the blessings were upheld to this day. Of course, the world does not include everyone; there were people who still knew about those blessings, and those who wanted said blessings for themselves, and the legends hid themselves because of this reason. Since the powers of Angelus never showed unless the holder wished to use it, the bloodline slowly dissipated into nothingness…

(Mantle)

Aaron Sharp was a rare child, even among other children. He loved the idea of flight and midair dogfights. It was his ambition to join the Mantle military, and worked his hardest every day to earn his way there. The nation itself, to his limited knowledge, was collapsing on itself. Atlas, being the militaristic Huntsman academy that it was, got ready to take control should its home actually fall. This didn't faze Aaron, as he just wanted to fly some sort of combat-ready aircraft.

As the years passed, Mantle became too unstable to support itself and gave all governmental reign to Atlas. At the ripe young age of fourteen, Aaron was amazed that his home's kingdom should collapse like that, but stayed his course through the bullying and the criticism, even when his father left one day and never came back. With his younger brother Matthew over in unsettled territory near Vale, many years of work under his belt, and a mother starting to get drunk daily waiting for his fallen father to return home, the young man worked ten times harder than even he expected, only to lose it all at the end of the day.

One day, a year ago at this point, his mother's drunkenness overtook his household. She abused the now-fifteen Aaron daily now, taking any and all money dedicated to the essentials and spending it on liquors. This pushed the teen beyond his breaking point, and he left the house five weeks later. He didn't know what else Life had in store for him, but he didn't really care in the first place; he was going to follow his dreams and make his desires a reality, whether Life tried to stop him or not.

(1st person, Aaron Sharp: Present day)

It's been two years since Dad died. Before I left, I was working two part-time jobs, making around 3,000 lien per pay period, and only managed to keep 500 of that; now I only have one, earning about half as much, keeping all of it, and managing to get a full 8 hours rest daily, four hours more than I was getting a year ago.

Two weeks ago, I received an invitation to attend Atlas for the full four years from General Ironwood himself. I'm guessing I impressed him somehow. So I'm waiting outside one of the transportation pick-up spots, getting as much rest as I can, with what little stuff I have.

Finally, the transport arrived. While not the largest thing in the world, at least it flew. I boarded and stood next to a kid reading a comic book. I would've made small talk, but I didn't think there was much to talk about. Thankfully, he spoke first.

"Have you heard the rumors yet," he asked. All I could do was look down like he'd lost his mind.

"Rumors," I repeated. He nodded, head still trapped in the comic.

"I take it that's a no." He closed the comic and put it in his bag. "Supposedly, one of the Schnee's are supposed to attend. Gonna be a fun year, if you ask me."

"Schnee? Who's that?" It was his turn to give me the look.

"You mean you don't know about the richest family on Remnant. Dude: SDC, on the news all the time, target of the White Fang most of the time, et cetera. Ring any bells?"

"Hmm… no, not really." The young man next to me just sighed.

"What's your deal, dude? How do you not know about the biggest thing since the Grimm? You know what, what's your name?"

"Aaron Mitchell Sharp, son of the late First Lieutenant James Adam Sharp and Amanda Greene Marigold." I swear, his eyes were about to pop out of his head when he realized just who the hell I was.

"You're his son," he nearly shouted. I held up a hand, silently telling him to calm down, and nodded.

"One and the same." He got so giddy right then and there, though his glee was cut short when four burly passengers walked up laughing like drunkards.

"Well, well, well," the one I assumed was the ring leader belched. "Look who we've got here. Someone forgot to pay up yesterday, didn't he?"

"Damn straight, Lenny," another addressed the now-identified Leonard. I thought I saw them laughing around town. My fists clenched for a fight, just in case things went downhill.

"Guys, come on," the comic-reading boy next to me griped as the four totally surrounded us. "Can't you pick on someone else?"

"Aww, but Mikey," Leonard blurted. "It's so easy, so fun, to pick on you. Besides, you forgot to pay up."

All Hell broke loose when two of Leonard's buddies grabbed Mike by the arms and attempted to do the same with me; they had a bit of an issue reaching me in the first place, seeing as how I was so strong and tall, standing 6' 4 at my tallest. All I had to do was literally shake the guy off me. I grabbed both of his buddies by the collars of their shirts and bashed them both together, letting both collapse to the floor of the ship. I felt an arm grab my shoulder, and instinct kicked in; I turned around and decked the guy in the jaw. I didn't know whether or not I broke his jaw, but he sure wasn't getting up any time soon. All that was left was Leo himself, and he clearly didn't want to share the same fate as his friends. I just watched as he scrambled for cover.

"That was epic," Mike mumbled after a few moments, clearly awestruck. I turned to face him and grinned.

"What'd I tell you," I responded. He just nodded and stood there.

"Hi, I'm Michael. Which planet do you come from?" I just rolled my eyes at this comment.

(Ten minutes later…)

The incident on the transport went relatively unnoticed. Apparently no one listens to Michael or Leonard anymore.

I stepped off the airship and took in everything. Atlas was massive, a huge school, though it looked more like a modernized castle to me. I smelled fruit and green grass. What I heard perfectly contradicted both, though…

A titanic roar filled my ears, causing me to duck on instinct. A smaller airship with blue streamers flew overhead, landing somewhere close by. The ramp-door extended and out walked a white-haired girl around my age wearing expensive-looking monochrome clothing. Servants toted around luggage behind her.

"Oh. My. God," Michael muttered. "Winter Schnee. Current heiress to the SDC. Oh my good Lord." All I could do was face-palm at his sudden spaghetti-knees.

"Good God, Mike," I growled. "Could you stop being all creepy like a fanboy? She's just a girl."

"Yeah, sure. She's just a girl. Only the richest girl on Remnant! C'mon, you can't be this big of a dolt, can you?"

"Frankly, I'm not stupid; I'm just more apathetic than everyone else, and therefore I don't care to learn everything, just what I need to know at the time."

"Oh, my God. I can't believe we're going to be staying here together."

"Yup. Just think about it, you'll be seeing my face for the next four years. Come to think of it, I'll be dealing with a rich brat for four years." An argument ensued, him defending Winter and I defending my opinion that she's just another royal snob and thorn in my side.

(END)

A/N: That was a headache and a half. There, I've introduced one helluva OC. This actually ties in with another RWBY fic I plan on doing.

If you want to have an OC featured in this fic, review or shoot me a PM. Questions, spot an error, concerns? For God's sake, PM me.

Tell me how I did, people. Otherwise, this is Texas, signing out. See you next chapter.