The ground dropped away. The slight wind moving the cape as dark red petals floated off into the breeze. Her silver eyes looking towards the ancient forest while the sun dropped its first rays of light into the world. Pink and orange clouds swam in the far off sky, a reminder of all the good things. Crescent Rose sunk into the soft earth, its red sheen twinkling in the morning light. Her face unseen as the red hood is pulled up, her breathing ragged, matching the emotions of her tear streaked face. Crying for the friends and family she lost and for all the innocents that were killed. Her hand pale from the strength of her grip on crescent rose, as a sense of blame rushed through her. High pitched laughter fills the air, just before a towering wall of white flame rises from the ground.

"Ruby! Wake up, Ruby!" The sound of voices entered her consciousness. The pure darkness resonates with a faint stinging sensation. She didn't want to wake up. The strangeness of the dream made Ruby want to analyse it.

Slowly the pulsing feeling receded to one point in her consciousness. Ruby began to float through her mind, the distance from one thought to another growing larger and larger. Everything being forgotten. The desire to study, her name being called even the terrifying dream, all leaving her conscious mind; as she bounded across the ever growing mind scape. Until, a small subconscious thought, more powerful than any other, trapped the rose.

An image of a log cabin, smoke calmly leaving the chimney, the snow on the ground soft beneath her feet. The cabins surroundings unclear. As She walked up the wooden steps, the only sound to be heard was the soft fall if her boots, not even the creak of wood. The oak door swung open on its own accord. The cabin was a single room, there were no windows, light only coming from the fireplace. Two things lay in front of it, a white gauntlet made of a strange rose coloured metal, this named after its only user, called Rose White; but the thing was, that the gauntlet was so thin that it was almost a glove even. Next to the gauntlet lay a sword, its blade had indents coming back into itself every six centimetres (2-ish inches) or so; the hilt and guard were forged of a pupil black variant of the original material named Rose Black, the hilt wrapped in surface infused leather, with Rose White moving through it like a rose.

Ruby recognised these two objects immediately as her mothers weapon, Rose's Thorn.

This, the last thing to go through her flooded mind.

The blurry faces of her team mates coming into focus as her eyes open. The evident worry plastered on their faces.

"Ruby, are you alright?" Yang asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

It was Blake who answered, with a hint of anxiety in her voice," You were talking in your sleep, in a not so good way."

"Oh. Okay. I'm going to take a walk."

Ruby's team mates shared disturbed looks as Ruby quietly got dressed, they had agreed that if Ruby was ever like this they'll wait a day before doing anything, or something would… happen.

Ruby slowly made her way through the thick snow. Its crunching the only sound in the thick forest. A path of crimson rose petals guiding her. The snow covered pines creaking in the shallow wind, it was a strange occurrence that there were no grimm. The sky blanketed with white clouds, the snow quietly floating down to catch any who come beneath it. The trail of rose petals becoming less prominent. Grimm started to come out of the forest, surrounding her. A small smile comes to her face. Adrenaline courses through her body, mind more focused, eyes more observant, ears more sensitive. Crescent Rose unfurled into its full length, the three Ursas not even flinching. She turned and ran at the nearest one. Pushing off the ground, Ruby summersaulted in the air, before coming down and cleaving it in two.

As her feet hit the ground, the boots failed to bite into it. While Ruby had spotted the Ursas( but like, how couldn't you?) she, once again, forgot to look into the environment. Sliding along the covered river, Ruby swung Crescent behind her. The ice crunches under the impact, splinters of ice flying in all directions, cracks spreading throughout the once undisturbed river. The sharp blade cuts through the ice as if it is in air. Ruby flicks the hidden switch, allowing Crescent Rose to fold back up. Her momentum sliding her to the other side.

The roar of the two other grimm resonating between the trees. The pounding foot falls as they streak forwards. Ruby turns, in time to see both the Ursas collapse through the ice. A smirk lights her face due to the satisfying sound of shattering ice.

Activating her semblance, Ruby blasted through the ice forest. A cloud of white dust rising high above. Her heightened reaction time stopping the near imminent collisions. The forest in front an endless mixture of green, white and brown.

Light glittering off the glass windows, the tall spire of Beacon Tower slowly rises on the horizon as it gets closer and closer. Deactivating her speed Ruby comes to a halt. Checking her scroll she notes that it is 12 o'clock, in time for lunch it seems. Beaming, Ruby dashes over to her friends.

"Hey guys!"

"Sup Ruby! Ruby, you're back!", her team calls. Well, except for Blake who raised her eyes, from her ever present book, in greeting.

"So guys, I was thinking that maybe we should all go out tonight. But… uh… not go out on a date or anything but like… uh… team bonding… or something. So, what do you say?"

"Hmmm… being her sister, I'd say that she's asking us all on a date."

"Yang!"

Yang's laughter sweeping through the group of friends, like wind over a lake, catching them in a glue like web.

Author's note:

If you've managed to read to the end, I thank you; this chapter was hard for me to write for multiple reasons and I confused myself when writing it(RIP). This story idea came from "thisvexesme" they don't have many stories but they are good; so shots vex for the idea. I don't own RWBY... sadly. Please review or PM if you liked the story or not, I would VERY,VERY,VERY much appreciate if you also mention why or why not the story made you fell this way.