Pyrrha headcanon - She's had to struggle to prove herself to her parents (In this case, mother).

I also liked the idea of Pyrrha being Mystwalker's daughter, I added Sieg in because Wolfy said her headcanon for Mystwalker's son is Sieg! (Wooo Sieg)

(Sorry if it's not great)


As the young girl trains, the rain aids her by cooling the area. Hair that has managed to fall out of her tight, high ponytail, clings to her face, the exertion of exercise colouring her skin.

Since she was old enough to hold a sword, the young girl has been under a tough regime consisting of weapon training, tactical analysis and war histories.

Sieg, her older brother, had more to do. He had to prepare to rule, his seeming natural talents for the combat side of ruling meant Pyrrha had to work even harder for approval from her parents, from her mother.

Cold brown eyes watching Pyrrha critically, mentally noting her mistakes in footing, when she misses a potential dodge by parrying, the combat dummy looks worn out and torn.

Pyrrha had to be the best. And the disapproving gaze from her mother leaves her feeling disappointed in herself, Pyrrha shared more qualities with Jellal in that she was better with analyzing the battlefield, and never to over estimate herself.

"Pyrrha."
She looks to find her mother coming closer, spear drawn, preparing to spar her daughter, granting the training dummy a small refuge. Pyrrha draws her own spear and shield, tension in the stand off, the girl and her mother circling each other, within mere seconds planning an attack with the best outcome, Pyrrha knew she'd have to start out defensively, her mother knew her offensive attacks well.

Her attack came quick. Pyrrha parried her mothers spear with her shield, forcing Pyrrha into a slight spin. Unknowingly being manipulated by her mother into a sure defeat, an elbow embeds itself into Pyrrha's gut. Falling onto her back, she can't help but watch in horror as Erza Knightwalker sits upon her daughter, knees pinning her arms down, the Ten Commandments pointed at her throat.

Pyrrha holds her spear, willing it to change itself into a short sword, as she brings it up and forces her mothers spear back, in turn pushing Erza off her body.

As her mother stumbles off Pyrrha and back a few more steps, Pyrrha quickly pushes herself back onto her feet, charging at her mother, fluidly moving passed the flurry of attacks of Erza's favourite spear.

Pyrrha brings her shield up, bashing Erza in the face with it. At the surprise of the aggressive attack, Erza tumbles back, blood outlining her nose, her fingers dab at her nose. Inspecting the damage, a slight thrill of pride for her daughter as she looks to her. Erza lets out a low growl, lunging for Pyrrha in a heated battle. The water from the sky dulling their sense of smell, eyes working harder to compensate for the lack of vision as the rain gets heavier. A sharp cry from the side, willing the girls to halt their sparring session.

Keeping her face neutral, she dips her head towards her daughter, making her way out of the training ring, towards her beaming husband, whose face quickly falters at his wife's nose, wrapping his arm around her, making their way back into the castle.

Pyrrha watches her mother move away, trying to prevent anxiety of knowing she's still a disappointment to her mother. Returning to the training circle, keeping herself isolated - Pyrrha continues her exercise.


Years after the incident which forced out magic in Edolas, a race of black, soul-less beasts begin to feast upon the flesh of the living - later referred to as Grimm. Hopes of human survival dwindling.

Before the introduction of dust, much like magic, yet very different.

During the find of dust, a race of half humans, half animals called the Faunas was found and introduced to human society. In the beginning it was a partnership between the two, then some power figures of the humans began using the Faunas as cheap slave labor, forcing them to work day and night to mine the crystals, with which are then powdered down into magic dust.

Whilst King Jellal had ruled the slavery as illegal, he couldn't completely wipe it out. Attempts have been made, alas some criminals seem to out smart the formed police.

As Pyrrha grew older, as did her skill with her spear/short sword/sniper rifle and shield. She knew what she wanted to do with her life, at least before she does and royal obligations, like getting married to cement a treaty or anything to that effect.

She wanted to be a huntress, to be the light that fights against the dark known as Grimm. Before her 13th birthday, Pyrrha asks het father for one thing. To allow her to hide her identity as Princess of the realm, to live among the people. To live her life for herself.

A boon her father was hesitant to give. Regardless of Erza's actions, Jellal loved his daughter unconditionally (although he knew Knightwalker did too), and to allow this, he would not be able to see her again for a ling time. But the look upon his daughters face he knew, she was suffocating under the weight of being her own woman. With Erza Knightwalker to live up to.

Pyrrha, after years of heavy training in an attempt to gain a compliment from her mother, applied to the best training school in Edolas. She didn't make friends, but her strong sense of righteousness had prevented at lot of possible bullies from many other students. All in which began to revere her as amazing, their first international tournament left Pyrrha standing at the top of the world, winning her first championship and impressing her instructors.