The boat ride to Vale was long, boring, and stupid. Atlas's students pointing and screaming with delight at seeing a new kingdom for the first time.
Anyway, I am Crystal Plasma. The most skilled sword fighter in Atlas. My mother and father died a long time ago, killed by a Beawolf. I however survived and wanted to get revenge. Although I did. Almost taking my own life as well, I proved myself a worthy fighter.
I smoothed out my short black hair tipped with light blue,"What are you guys even mooning about?" I said to the girls screaming and pointing to guys,"Their just guys."
"Why do you care?" Asked a girl with pink curly hair.
"I don't care for anybody!" I glared at her.
She turned to her friends,"what's her problem?" She said sneering over her shoulder.
My hand automatically went to the handle of my silver and blue sword that was in its sheathe by its side,"What's my problem?" I said, anger flaring in my chest,"The question is, what is you're problem!"
"Is that a challenge?"
"Better be!" My smirk showed I was serious, well serious enough to fight. I have never lost a fight. And I don't plan to start losing, I have a bond with my sword. Well, when I mean a bond. I mean I've had my sword since I was 5, I found it in a old observatory I used to explore.
"Very well." She said mockingly,"after we get off this gross ship, we'll battle!"
I turned with a nod, and walked away. I had a feeling she would not just finish this with just a battle.
As we got off the ship and headed out, the girl walked up to me,"Battle begins soon." She said and walked away chuckling.
Ugh, I wish I could beat her to a pulp,"No!" I yelled after her,"Battle starts now!"
"Alrighty" she said grabbing a weapon on her back.
"Sword versus Sword"
"Right!"
I pulled out my sword, the sun hits it and it shines. I sigh, it's been my favorite thing to ever see.
As I was admiring my sword's beauty, I heard a sword unsheathe, and the pounding of footsteps. Next thing I know I'm caught off guard, blocking every blow, I manage to sweep her off her feet with a swing.
The girl was running away in tears because I hurt her precious skin. Suddenly, I felt a feeling that somebody was watching me. I turned around and glanced around. could of sworn I saw a flash of green eyes and orange hair looking at me through a unfamiliar plane, but as soon as they appeared, they disappeared.
"Am I going crazy?" I asked myself nervously.
A hour later I got to my dorm room, but I couldn't get that orange hair and green eyes out of my mind.
"Orange hair and green eyes?" I heard of someone like that... But who?
A knock on my door brought me to my senses,"who is it?" I yelled
"Team R.W.B.Y!" Says a unfamiliar voice,"we are saying hi to everyone that comes here today."
I sighed,"come on in."
Three teenagers and One girl came in. One colored red and black with what looks like a scythe on her back, one white as snow, one that looks goth, and one yellow as lightning.
"Hi." Said the small one,"my names Ruby"
"I'm Weiss." Said the white one.
The gothic girl shrugged,"I'm Blake."
"And I'm Yang!" The yellow one said excitedly.
"I'm Crystal." I said still a bit confused.
We talked for awhile talking about weapons, shields, battles. Until they saw my sword and gasped," doesn't that look awfully familiar?" They said together.
"Umm, no it doesn't." I said, pulling out my sword,"I've had this for seven years!"
"Seven years!" Yang said.
"Yes, seven years."
"Anyway, we should be going." Ruby said.
"Okay." I said,"bye."
As soon as they left, I flopped on my bed and sighed,"who was that person?" After hours of thinking about it, I fell asleep.
I woke up around 4:30 because I heard voices. Either they stopped or knew I was awake. I was about to give up looking but then I saw the gleam of a metal sword and mask, and I knew I was in trouble.
Grabbing my sword, which gleamed in the moon's light, also my headphones and my iPod, and put my iPod in my pocket and my headphones around my neck.
I heard a voice say,"get her!" Next thing I know I blacked out.
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When I woke up my head was hurting and my sword was in its sheathe beside me. I grabbed it and attached it to the sheathe holder I keep by my side.
It took awhile for me to realize I was in the air, I found a small hole in the bag I was in, I looked out and I saw ocean.
"Am I being led to my death?" I whispered.
After what felt like hours, the bag I was in hit the ground, hard. I unsheathed my sword and slashed it open. When I finally got out I was on the ground, I scrambled to my feet. I was surrounded by black, there was only one light on, and that light was focused on me.
"Is this some kind of joke!" I yelled, tightening my grip on my sword.
A door opening and foot steps followed. My hands were trembling like crazy. Suddenly one small dim yellowish light, about head hight. came forward along with footsteps.
"Who are you!" I screamed.
A voice answered,"Calm down, Calm Down." The voice said,"I'm not going to hurt you."
The sound of footsteps grew louder. Finally I could see a man with a cigar in his mouth, about 19 or 20. He looked familiar, very familiar.
Then it snapped.
It wasn't just a ordinary man.
He was from the White Fang!