In a valley between the mountains of Patch, was a farm. The farm was acres of orchards and grazing fields for animals. In the middle of the plot of land was a large house for the time. It was made of red bricks with rose vines crawling the walls. The doors were of dark oak, as well as the shutters. On the porch napped a mother dog with her many puppies while the father dog herded the flock of sheep back into their corral. Inside the house resided a family of five. A man, a woman, and three beautiful little girls. The couple was retired huntsmen who had come to the colony of Vale to start their life anew, to get their at the time toddler away from the war. Patch was an art and faunus friendly settlement away from the skirmishes, which was ideal. With a loan from the international bank, the couple established their farm, where their second daughter was born. Yang, the eldest, and Ruby, the younger, got along well and were great little girls, always helping their parents. Summer, the woman of the house, decided to take in an orphan girl when Yang was three and Ruby was one. The girl was a small faunus who was also three. Her name was Blake. The family was happy.
Taiyang, the man, would often go to Vale for business and bring home the newspaper. This time, he had to go to Atlas to deliver a custom wool tapestry Summer had made to a business man. When he arrived, he received news the man was killed. Taiyang returned home, with a newspaper from Atlas as well.
That's when it all started probably. It was a normal sunny morning at Acres of Heaven, the Ruby and Yang were playing with Madame and her puppies, Zwei, Patches, Puppy, Las, Lad, and Carlos. Blake however, preferred the company of the barn cat, Ribbon. The faunus however like being with her two sisters, so she sat on the swing that hung from the tree where the girls were playing, watching silently with a small grin. Meanwhile, Summer was reading her papers that Taiyang picked up, murmuring and shaking her head periodically. Taiyang sat down beside her at the kitchen table.
"Honey, are you ok?" he asked.
Summer sighed, "That poor little girl...Tai, have you read this?"
"No, what's going on?"
"There's this poor little child that had to shoot her own father in self defense after watching her sister get strangled to death, could you imagine?" Summer shook her head.
Taiyang thought to himself aloud, "Well, hopefully she'll go to a nice home." He turned to look at his wife, who was now staring at him with puppy dog eyes. "Summer, no, no, we can't take her. We've already got three beautiful little girls, and transporting a child from Atlas to Patch is dangerous and near impossible with the war going on. And who knows how she'll react to us, or to the girls. We can't."
"Tai, she's not going to get adopted with the war, and no child deserves to be left alone like that. That might be why she left you and Yang. All those atrocious childhood memories and never being shown what a family really is," Summer said, setting the paper down.
"Well by that logic we should just adopt every orphan in Remnant," Taiyang pointed out.
"Tai," Summer choked out. "Remember how we felt when we saw Blake for the first time?"
"You mean when she was eating dirt on the side of the road? Yeah, I remember."
"I feel the same way for this child as I did for Blake. Tai, please, let's give this girl a home," Summer begged. Her husband sighed.
"Ok, let's make room for one more. What's the little one's name?"
"Weiss Schnee."
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