Hello, fellow RWBY fans!

As you may have read in the summary (I'm not good at summaries, sorry), I am new to the fanfic writing world. I think the last time I wrote a fictional story was 2 years ago, in grade 8. (I got an A on it) This means that yes, I may suck and yes, this may make you cringe as you read, but please don't hesitate to write reviews! All I ask is that you be a bit gentle, but not too gentle. Also, before I forget, a big shout out to Tear of Light, Orion Matrix, Jorge10466, DaPhun1, and BlackroseGUMI for helping my inspiration to write these stories!

Another thing to add is I haven't complete this story myself yet, so each chapter you read will be fresh off the Open Office press!

So, don't forget to review and favorite, and both would be awesome! Above all, enjoy my story!

The Dream

Weiss' POV

Snow covers the ground. In the distance, I can see the trees, black and jagged, like they've been burnt. I'm afraid, but why? A loud roar cries out from behind me. I try to draw Myrtenaster, ready for a fight, but my blade is gone! I look down at the empty sheath, fear ever rising in my chest. I turn my attention to where the creature is staring. I spy a red cloak, waving in the wind. 'Wait, that wasn't there before!' I recognize the figure immediately as the leader of my team, team RWBY, but something is wrong. As the large black beast charges at her cloak, Ruby unfolds Crescent Rose, the deadly sniper-scythe ready for action. Ruby fires her weapon, sending her through the air as nothing more than a red blur, leaving a cloud of rose petals in her wake. She meets the creature head on, spinning at a speed that only her semblance could create. She slashes the creature repeatedly, but it seems to have no effect. The tail of the beast flicks upward unexpectedly, catching Ruby's cloak and whipping her down to the ground below. I try to help, but for some reason can't move. Trapped by an invisible force. I'm forced to watch as Crescent Rose falls from my leader's hand, but the avian Grimm disappears, replaced by a larger than normal Ursa. The Grimm towers over Ruby, now trying to stand, but struggling as if she had already been fighting for a long time. The creature slashes at a defenseless Ruby, flinging her very close to me. I stare helplessly with shock and fear at my leaders bleeding and unconscious form. I cry out...

"AAAAGH!" I scream as I jolt awake, in a complete panic and a cold sweat that dampens my pillow.

I look around. The moonlight shining through the window bathes the room with a blue-white hue, allowing me to see the room around me. I'm still in team RWBY's dorm room, with everything still in place as it was just hours make-shift bunk beds were still in their proper (albeit dangerous) positions. Ruby's bunk sits just above my own, swaying ever so slightly on the ropes they're fixed with. Yang's bed rests on the left side of the room, haphazardly propped on books to sit right on top of Blake's bunk, which is parallel to mine on the floor. In between Blake's bed and mine is the dorm dresser, with one drawer for each of us. Our weapons are leaning on the wall opposite the bunks. Myrtenaster, my dust-charged rapier, Gamboul Shroud, Blake's gun-blade, Yang's shotgun-fist weapon Ember Celica, and Ruby's folded High Caliber sniper-scythe, Crescent Rose (her 'precious', as she calls it). Seeing Ruby's weapon calmed me down just barely, but the fear was still flowing through my body.

Well, at least I didn't wake anybody up. I take a little comfort in that, but it does nothing to calm my rampant heart rate. Suddenly, the bed above mine creaks, as moonlit crimson-brown hair appears on my left, dangling from Ruby's head. Her voice comes out as a soft whisper.

"Weiss? You okay?" she asks, her face showing a sleepy yet concerned expression.

Well, almost no-one. I look into her silver eyes, her tired-but-worried look confirming that yes, she is actually there, and not bleeding profusely at my feet. I take a moment to bring my breathing back to normal. "Yeah, I'm okay. Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure? It's just that you look a little, well, not okay,"

She's right. I'm not at all okay, but I'd rather not talk to her about it. I've never really been the 'talking about my problems' kind of girl. I'm almost as accustomed to keeping to myself as I am to my sword. Almost.

"Really, Ruby, It was just a nightmare," a... half-truth. "I'm fine," a lie. Te reassure her, I give her my best possible smile, which I seriously hope is stronger than how it feels. "Go back to sleep."

Ruby gives me a strange look, but nods an 'okay' before her head slips out of sight, much to my relief. "You know if anything's wrong, you can tell me, Weiss" she says with a yawn. I don't get the chance to reply before her soft snoring fills my ears. When I know what it is, I'll let you know.I wait a few moments before checking my scroll for the time. It reads 3:27 am, and I sigh. Every night for two weeks it's been the same thing. That horrifying dream, with the same ending. Ruby, defenceless on the ground, then me waking up screaming and panting. I still don't get it. What on Remnant could make me see the things I'm seeing? I can't shake the feeling that this nightmare has to mean something, but what? Slowly, I rest my head back down on my pillow, my white hair flowing on either side. I close my eyes, but after about ten minutes I reopen them.

Who am I kidding?I lift myself from my bed again, touching my feet to the cold floor knowing I won't be getting any sleep again tonight. I silently tip-toe towards the dresser and take out my combat clothing. I put on the snow-white skirt and top, and quickly put my hair back in its signature pony tail and slip on my equally white heels. I sheath Myrtenaster and look back at my teammates. Blake seems calm in her slumber, with her cat ears only twitching once or twice. Ruby seems to have ignored her covers, choosing only her black tank top and shorts to keep her warm, and Yang is sprawled out on her bed with half of her body loosely hanging off the edge. For a second I worry that she'll fall off, but the thought passes as I look away and quietly slip out the door.

The door closes with a barely audible click, and I look about to make sure that no-one is in the hallway. I see grey walls and doors, made even darker by the lack of light, and the red carpeting, but thankfully no people. I calmly and silently slink along the hallway towards the exit, checking around every corner for guards or other people. It honestly feels like someone is going to pop out of one of these doors at any time. No-one ever has at this hour (besides me, of course,) but just in case anyone does, my story's straight. I'm just taking a stroll. Wait what? There's a curfew? I totally forgot! Sorry! Solid. As I come to the exit, I take one last look behind me, making sure no-one's following me. What would people think, seeing me slink about Vale's most prestigious academy? I try to ignore that thought, as I quietly push the door open and walk into the comfortably cool night.

This is what I've started doing when I get these nightmares. I quietly sneak outside, and walk about Beacon for a while, avoiding the guards that try to keep curfew. Usually there aren't very many, with most of them posted around the larger buildings such as the communications tower. Usually, I like to find a quiet corner near the dining hall (for reasons I don't really know of), where I can sit and wait for the nightmare to leave my brain. Then I quietly sneak back to the dorm, and crawl back into bed where I don't get any sleep anyways. Tonight, however, I'm too lost in my confusion to sit.

Why can't I get this damn dream out of my head?! I just don't get it. Usually after about a half hour of fresh air in my system, my mind clears right up. Tonight is different. Tonight I'm left with more questions than answers, and a serious doubt that this recurring horror film is meaningless. This time the hellish nightmare stays with me, haunting me like a deadly shadow. How was it possible that Ruby could be brought down by a Grimm? Although she is a complete dolt, that is something that I simply cannot believe. My dreams seem to say otherwise. It's only now that I realize I'm no longer hearing stone beneath my feet, but soft dirt and leaves. I look up, and instead of brick and glass, I'm met with bark and more leaves. Wait, trees? How long have I been walking for? I check my scroll. 4:33 am, a full hour and six minutes since I left. How time flies when you're silently scared out of your wits.

I turn to head back, starting a fast walk back to team RWBY's dorm. As I walk though, A massive wave of pain engulfs my head, and I clutch it tightly. My pace slows to a halt, and I rest against a tree, asking it for complete support of my body. When the pain subsides a little, I decide to make a run for the dorm room, not wanting the infirmary to question my 'temporary absence'. This turns into a bad decision, as my vision starts to blur, and I'm forced to slow down and eventually stop as the world starts spinning around me. What the hell is going on with me?! I stumble slightly to the left? Right? I don't know anymore. Suddenly my balance gives out all together, and I collapse on my side, bringing even more pain. What...the...hell...is...wrong? I barely have time to finish the thought as darkness surrounds my eyes.

I see Ruby again, bleeding and unconscious mere feet away. I try moving towards her, and I'm surprised that I can move at all. I drop to my knees, cradling the form in my arms. Her breathing is ragged, blood curling around the corners of her mouth. ''Ruby?'' I hear my voice desperately call out to my leader. No response. I call to her again, and cry. This is impossible! There has to be a mistake, here! Through my tears, I look over her wounds, and my eyes catch something I couldn't see before;

Ursa don't leave bullet holes!

I look up at her killer, and all the breath leaves my lungs. The figure has once again changed form, this time taking form of a mechanical monster. It's figure is huge, with each arm forming a weapon. An automatic cannon on its left arm, blade on the right. It turns toward Ruby and me, bending its two powerful legs. In an instant, the arms form into mechanical fists. It lunges forward, giving me barely enough time to draw my now sheathed Myrtenaster. Wait, where did this come from? I don't get to answer, as an all-encompassing pain sweeps over me. With the full brunt of the mechanical attack colliding with my body, I'm sent sprawling through the snow, sliding face down to a halt some fifteen or so feet away. I raise my head at the machine through the blood covering my forehead. I reach out uselessly as Ruby's lifted up by the cloak. I look to her face, expecting her to still be knocked out, but for some reason her eyes are wide open and staring right at me in a really scary way. Her mouth opens, and speaks so quietly that I can't hear, before my head gives out and falls back into the now red snow.

What the hell is going on?!

Well, there you have it, guys! A first chapter of hopefully many. It may be awhile before I write again, what with exams and summatives coming due, but I'll try my best!

Until next time, my friends!

-Mindful Rose