Chapter 1


A/N: Hello! Solomon07 here! Sorry about my long disappearance my precious fans! At least, those who actually bothered to read my stuff.

But none the less, here I am with a new story. A RWBY Fanfiction in fact, something I decided to write myself. And while I hold nothing within the RWBY Franchise, except for my own OC's, I'd like to bring up a point that this will be loosely, if not completely be based off an RP I'm participating in with some friends.

Mostly just to get my mojo back in case I plan on doing anything else. So the OC's you'll see here will belong to either me, or my other three friends. Shout out towards Aku-Tan, Ookami-san, and Bell-Tan...ah, and those are just nicknames I use for them just to act cute...tee~hee!

None the less. Hope you enjoy the story, as its my first in a whole.


Tugging at her metallic bracers nervously, a dark skinned girl turned her eyes towards the marble streets of Beacon Academy. Her hands straightening her white buttoned shirt its tail nice and straight as her monochromic boots clacked against the ground with every step. Black curls, tied haphazardly into a ponytail, swished with the turn of her neck as she took a couple steps forward.

She didn't even hear the Bullhead lifting off, job well done. Could you blame her though?

In retrospect, she didn't think that she'd make it this far. But as she gazed at the entrance to Beacon, it was a chance she didn't regret taking.


"Dear god I'm actually here." Eye's twitching, a nervous sigh escaped his lips as he eyed his soon-to-be classmates. Not comrades…never comrades…all of them wandering about, talking, looking as if they knew what they were about to do, and why.

Tugging his hood down, the reclusive teen simply moved his way forward, dark eyes front and center with only the idea of getting out of the sun prickling his thoughts. Something that didn't last very long, as they shamelessly wandered to the nearby applicants and their colorful attires.

'Stupid Color War affected too much of today's society…' he thought wearily, 'now I feel like the only one without a theme.' At least not a solid one, and ignoring that he's not really dressed for combat; he'd like to point out to any who'd ask that he's not the only one.

So he's effectively throwing everyone else under the Bullhead.

'Except the Gothic Lolita who…really isn't one all things considered.' Too hyperactive…much like a puppy in his eyes. Impossible to miss.

Too tempting to mess with. Less he not get out of here soon, and into some peaceful silence that is.

A booming explosion flare up a good ways behind him, as if to emphasize his point.


Several moments prior to this explosion however, we'll see a young girl walking forward along with everyone else, head down, and eyes to the ground in fear of eye contact. And tugging at her white hoodie, her braided hair slipped out, black with a streak of yellow trailing towards its end, dying its tip in its bright color.

After a moment, she settled for straightening in as she moved along, hands clasped together. 'You're here now, you can relax.' She thought reassuringly. 'You've waited your whole life for this moment.' A moment she wanted to keep.

Behind her, just as nervous as she, if not more, someone walked on as if in a trance. Hands trembling, if only ever so slightly, as the sight of his olive skin flickered with a deep red. A vision only there for a moment, before vanishing just as he blinked.

And so preoccupied with their own thoughts, one bumped into another in an inevitable clash of destiny.

"O-oh! Sorry," She said instinctively, righting herself from her stumble. And with the turn of her waist, she eyed the boy who'd walked into her with but one thought in mind. "…uh…hi?" She said, with a wave of her hand, inwardly face palming at her words.

Shaken out of his own stupor, the male simply shook his head. "Nah, it was my fault." He stated, lips quirking awkwardly.

And after a couple moments of silence, the female broke the tension. "I'm…Willow. Willow Buttercup. Who're you?" She asked, discreetly taking in his appearance.

A Gothic Raccoon…is the best to describe him really. Black hair tinted with a deep blue, his bangs trailing over the guy's left eye, while his right remained an enchanting purple. A single canine protruding from the upper right corners of his mouth. His clothes being a black shirt underneath a denim blue vest, a silver dog tag lying still around his chest.

"Dwayne Denim," he replied simply, and while a half-lie, it is true that he registered at Beacon with that name. Something he borrowed often, as the last name belonged to a good friend of his.

"I'm sorry for being awkward. I don't get out all that much." Or at all. "So this is all new to me. Being on my own. Around so many…people…" trailing off, her fingers fiddled with her braid, heart racing as she began to realize something.

"Eh, it's cool," he said nonchalantly, oblivious to Willow's emotions. "I'm not much of a people's person myself." Far from it.

"So why'd you come here then?" She asked.

"Because it's been a dream of mine to become a Huntsman…always have been." Dwayne replied easily. "So I figured, what better place to start than Beacon Academy."

"That's my reason too!" Willow brightened up, eyes sparkling. "Just thinking about how much good I can do for other people makes it all worth it!"

"Meh. I prefer the Monster-Killing part of the job. Helping people is just an added benefit."

"Well, they go hand in hand, and that's all I care about!" But then she stopped. "Though I'm still a bit nervous about facing the bigger Grimm." She muttered, thinly keeping her fear in check.

Just about to reply, Dwayne stumbled forward as someone shove right by him from behind.

"Watch where your standing Faunus," that person sneered.

Righting himself, eye's nearly twitching, Dwayne simply took a deep breath as the guy walked on off.

"Excuse me for a minute." And with that, he ran on forward and dropped kicked the previous guy from behind. Running off almost immediately into an isolated direction as the other student gave chase. A couple moments, and one surprised yelp later, Dwayne had returned. "Now where was I?" He asked, coolly looking through a wallet he clearly didn't have before.

"I…uh…does that happen often?" Willow was familiar with the hate Faunus got, but she never really witnessed it firsthand. Especially with that solution.

Willow'd be surprised. "Eh, sometimes." Dwayne replied shrugging.

She chuckled, looking down to the wallet in his hands. "And I assume your…methods always gets you something in return, right?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he stated with aninconspiring wink.

"Uh huh. Well if you don't mind me asking, where's your weapon?" She asked curiously.

Flipping open one of the pouches on his utility belt, he took out a deck of playing cards. "Right here."

"Err…cards?" They certainly weren't her staff, but maybe he had more tricks up his sleeves than he thought.

"Yep."

Willow opened her mouth to question it further, but decided against it. "Cool. But check out mine!" Opening one of her suitcases, she snapped the black and yellow staffs within back together, before twisting it lightly near the center, retractable blades popping out of both ends to her weapon. "I call it Soleil." She added, albeit sheepishly.

"…but how would you fight with that?" He asked, oblivious to the irony of the question. "Wouldn't you get all tangled up trying to swing that thing around?"

Willow simply giggled, twirling Soleil around like a giant baton, firmly grasping it with both hands with every spin. "I've been practicing a lot during my travels, and I think I've got the balance down to pat! This thing isn't tripping me up!" Spoken too soon, however, as she heard a yell from behind.

Turning around, she blinked as one of Solel's blades sliced right on through another student's belt, who glared angrily at Willow in return before storming off. The fact that it was a female student made it worse.

"Ah! Sorry!" She called out after them, before turning back towards Dwayne, sheepishly rubbing her neck. "Ha…I never said it wouldn't affect others though."

Dwayne chuckled though, as he felt like cracking up. "S-sorry," he snickered, "I didn't mean to laugh."

Shrugging, Willow nodded. "You'd be surprised how often it happens." She smirked. "But…mind if I ask how those cards…work?"

"You'll just have to wait and find out," Dwayne grinned ominously. "Just hope that when you do, it's not because you're on the other end of 'em."

Willow snorted. "Alright then Mystery Man. Can you tell me anything about yourself?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he nodded seriously, "I'm a badass." And then he chuckled.

"Fair enough," Willow smiled, eyes rolling. "But I think that'll depend on how you do here."

"Yeah, sure…but for now I think we should hurry up to the Orientation…" he said.

"Right." Placing her staff away, Willow grabbed her bags, and waved on forward. "After you."

Leaning against the wall, the dark skinned girl from before waited for the Orientation to begin while eyeing the students that continue to come on in.


There was a lot more people than expected, and the fleeting tightness in her chest passed as soon as it came. Perking up when she felt her scroll chime, she didn't have to look at the caller ID to know who it was.

"Yeah Mom? No, I just got here. There's supposed to be an orientation. Yeah, I'll call you later. Okay, okay. Love you. Bye." Hanging up, she slid down to the floor with a sigh, before glancing over to her weapon and suitcase. "Oh boy…" she murmured to herself.


And just as there had been people outside, of course there was going to be people inside too. A large variety at that…still too colorful. "Maybe I'm just used to the white of snow." He mumbled thoughtfully, eyes drifting about in search of a quiet spot to rest. "And speaking of snow…" As soon as shouting happens, he's made it a habit to keep far away from such noise.

Away from mind and away from sight.

So with that thought going, he made his way to the other side of the Auditorium, away from the entrance, and away from Snowflake biting off little miss Goth-Loli's head.

Only to stop as a cough echoed through the room, catching his, and no doubt everyone else's attention. Two figures standing up there on the amphitheatre. One being a blond woman of indiscernible age, a strict, yet orderly expression decorating her face that screamed disciplinarian. A riding crop discernable from her sides.

Glynda Goodwitch, Deputy Headmistress of Beacon Academy. And right by her side, several steps ahead would no doubt be the Headmaster himself, Professor Ozpin.

A man dressed in an immaculate green suit, one hand gripping an intricate can as his eyes roamed amongst the students behind his tinted spectacles.

"I'll keep this brief," Ozpin stated. "You have all traveled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your crafts and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people."

Even now, as the Headmaster spoke, he could feel the man's eyes a hair's breath away from stopping a couple times, as if his words were meant for a few key individuals among the gathering of students.

"But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy in need of a purpose," Ozpin continued, "of direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can carry you so far."

It may have just been him, but he couldn't help but hear a jibe in the man's words. Not at him, but that didn't mean he wasn't irritated about it. "It is up to you to take the first step." And just like that, Ozpin walked off the stage, allowing Glynda to take his place.

"You will all gather in the ballroom tonight." She instructed, green eyes piercing through the crowd, as if to dispel any ideas of mischief. "Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed!" It wasn't long until she followed after the Headmaster, leaving behind one lingering look of warning to everyone behind as she left.


"Wow...that was weird." Dwayne muttered, turning towards Willow. "What do you think?"

"Maybe they're as eager to start as we are?" Willow replied with a shrug.

"Eh, maybe."


"W-wasted energy?" Standing up from her spot on the ground, she grabbed her belongings as she made her way towards the ballroom along with the rest of the students. She was nervous already, and the fact that the Headmaster's speech was rather...uninspiring did nothing to help.

"And I completely agree." A boy hummed in thought, wrists popping. "...but I have to say though, that my theory about Beacon being correct both amuses, and irks me." He stated right by the befuddles girls side, conveniently ignoring her startled reaction.

Holding back her urge to jump in right, the girl took a quick look around, before realizing that the strange boy had been talking to her. "Oh, uh...what?" Not the most articulate of phrases she could have chosen, but there's no turning back now

"And this amuses me so," he stated, eyeing her with bemusement. "Hello, I am the spirit of Beacon Academy, present to watch over soon to be comrades in our eternal battle against darkness." Tilting his head to the side, the man grinned. "Nice to meet you."

She smiled, although the edges were tinged with confusion as she held out her hand. "I'm Seren." She greeted. "Nice to meet you too...I think? Depends on if you're a friendly spirit or not."

"Friendly or not, as the spirit of Beacon Academy, tis my job to lead wayward souls lost in the darkness back home." Eyes drifting about, his body flickered...as if fading in and out, before regaining its shape. "And on this day...there's always more than a few who's fallen off their path." For a moment, he fell into silence, as if considering, before turning right back to face Seren in the eyes. "Names Hyland...Grauer Hyland. Pleasure to meet you again, young Huntress to be."

Not really sure on how to respond, Seren continued to smile as her attention drifted towards the holsters on Grauer's sides. Gun's?

She could never get the hang of using them back at Signal when deciding on her weapon. Ironically enough, she found it easier to handle what she decided which happened to be much bigger than your standard gun.

And too preoccupied with her thoughts, she missed the Spirit's attention shift towards a familiar shouts of Snow White reaching his ears. But when she looked up, she found him with his full attention on her. "Just smile and wave, right?" He asked with a chuckle. "Introductions aside, what are your current thoughts to Beacon?"

"Ah, well it's...big," she huffed out a laugh. "Bigger than I expected. And a little overwhelming, to be honest." Seren noticed that the hall was mostly empty now, save for the few students lingering about.

"It's only going to get bigger from here," He stated, following her line of sight. "That's something we should learn to embrace, as soon to be Hunters." Slowly coming to a stop, even as Seren passed him by, Grauer grinned. "As well as enjoy...which is what you'll be doing during your time as a student."

"If I even get that far..." she muttered under her breath. But after a moment, she raised a brow in thought, and smiled. "You're a pretty enlightened person, Grauer. It's...refreshing? Erm, yeah."

"I'm the Ghost of Beacon." A ghost who watches a lot of movies. "It's in the job description...and a word of advice. Doubting yourself is just a set up for failure." Tilting his head forward, Grauer chuckled as he watched a Blonde clad in Bunny Onesies walk out of the changing rooms. "Relax, prepare, and believe in your abilities. That's all you need to do."

Nodding, she gave a quick once over of the area before she spotted the Ballroom Entrance. "Thanks," she nodded, albeit a tad ruefully. "I think I'm going to call it a night though. Hopefully I'll see you around Ghosty."

Raising a brow at her, 'Ghosty' simply grinned. "Have pleasant dreams." He hummed. "I know you're going to do good tomorrow." And if not...then maybe all she'll need is that gentle push from Beacon's friendly castle-bound spirit? "See you another time."

Waving goodbye, Seren took a quick glance at her weapon, before heading off towards the ladies changing room. "Bye!"

Bemused, a hum escaped his lips, smile no longer in place as he stopped right by the Ballroom's entrance, eyes wafting over the wandering students in thought.

All exuberant...exited, nervous, scared, confident, if not uneasy about the coming Initiation. "So carefree..." Taking one last look at everyone, he sighed, before slowly vanishing from sight. "How...envious..." Grauer murmured, voice drifting off into silence.

Nearby, the sounds of wood clacking against marble soon sounded within the halls.


A/N: And that's the end of Chapter 1! Not much to go on really, but after the previous three mentioned sold their souls too me, I'll be sure to include much more excitement in the story to come.

Now to cross my fingers in hope they don't hunt me down.

Toodles!