The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Chapter 0: Premonition
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"Headmaster…what do you know about me?" asked the raven haired girl, her hair and clothes dancing with the wind, especially her lilac scarf. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the person who claimed he has made more mistakes than anyone in this world – both in the living and the dead.
Was it the truth?
Or was it a ruse?
The girl couldn't tell anymore. This world is broken beyond repair, there is no hope for goodness. When there's hope, there is despair.
The peace they had just two years ago seemed like an illusion.
A fragile illusion of deception.
And shattered light.
There was silence, and as time passes, the silence became longer and more strained with tension.
They stood on a cliff, overlooking the ruins of the world. Smoke, ashes were everywhere, yet the two of them were breathing fine – thanks to the little Aura barrier on their body, to block out impurities – the sky was crimson like the innocents' blood spilled. The sun was setting, casting darkened shadows to anything within its reached.
Carcases of Grimm, slowly disappearing as the usual black wisp seeped into the air, were everywhere in the razed town. Among them, bodies of fallen Humans and Faunus alike, huntresses, huntsmen and civilians – death is equal to all of them.
It is just a matter on when and how will they leave.
The survivors were weary. The healthier ones carried the bodies of the dead to a cart, depositing onto the climbing pile while the wounded did their best to patch themselves up.
The young huntress knew she should be there, lifting rubbles, searching for more survivors – yet, she is here, with the former Headmaster of Beacon Academy – its current state only a shadow of its former glory.
But there are more pressing matters to attend to.
Mainly, answers.
"…You're a strong Huntress. Curious, intelligent, and wiser than most people of your…peers," The former head stated. His eyes were one filled with sorrow and regrets.
She clenched her fists. His body language did not give it away, but under her eyes, there is a lie.
A sudden wavering of Aura coated on his body is the sign.
"You're still hiding," Accused the teenager with a bitter tone. "It is on purpose…isn't it?!"
Her voice rose into a shout at the words.
The former head gave her a smile – it was mixed with his current conflict. He is happy to see her well, but sad to see that she had eyes to sniff out lies for he wanted her innocence to be intact, even as she grew up.
But…
Both of them knew it was a naïve dream, one could wish for it – and it will never come to reality.
He closed his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. "You're not wrong about me trying to keep you in the dark." The child bit her lip.
"When the time comes, I promise to tell you everything I know…"
The raven-haired girl blinked, then a smile grace her lips – though forced.
"I'll be dead by then, Professor Ozpin." Muttered the young girl, twisting a strand of her hair, its edge was partially purple. Under the sunset, it made it more bluish than purple.
The aforementioned professor gave her a grave look, it was the truth.
No matter what happens…
She must die to end this madness.