My life is a cursed one. Born into a family that despised my kind I was cast away to live in the remote mountains of Atlas, where I was forced to live in a tiny room with a small restroom, never to leave in fear that others would find out what I was. My father's servants would bring me food and new clothes, but other than that I had nothing.
Well, nothing but Winter.
She was the only one who ever visited me. The only one who would talk to me. To teach me how to read, write, sing, dance, and eventually, to fight.
We would have tea parties every so often, I could tell she detested it, yet she put up with it just to see me smile.
The only thing that made my life bearable was my sister but…
It just wasn't enough.
I wanted more. I wanted to be free, to live my life the way I wanted to, not cooped up in some cage like some domesticated bird. I wanted to fly.
...Not that I could, at best I could glide, but Winter understood what I meant.
"You could become a Huntress, then you could travel the world." She told me one day during our fencing lessons.
A Huntress…
I rather liked the idea. I knew I wasn't the only one who suffered. If my father would curse me, his own flesh and blood, to a life in isolation, what did he do to others of my kind? I heard the stories from Winter, of the Schnee dust mines and how the faunus who worked there were treated. How humans all over viewed our species as inferior. Of how radical faunus grouped together to make a terrorist organization, turning themselves into the very thing they hated.
Could I right these wrongs as a Huntress? I doubted it. If my training with Winter is any indication I have a long way to go. And it's impossible for a single person to change the world, especially if that person was me…
Even so, if I could both gain the freedom I've yearned for and save at least one other life? It's like killing two bir- Er...I-it'd be better to do that than to stay here, cooped up in my room for the rest of my life.
So with Myrtenaster by my side, a briefcase of dust, and my sister's credit card I left with my sister.
Lets just hope my father's servants won't find out the one eating my meals isn't me but rather a family of ravenous racoons, otherwise my stay at Beacon will be a rather short one.
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Just wanted to do a series of drabbles. Don't know how long I'll take this but hopefully it'll be fun!