The light never faded from the sky here. It always seemed as bright as mid-morning. It was for this very reason that days seemed to blur together for some; especially those that spent their time among mortals. To all others, time was something that they did not even consider, as it had little to no effect on them. But this story is not about that majority. This story is about those few that it does.

The streets were their usual quiet as a young woman strode among her people, long red hair streaming behind her, as if through water. Piercing green eyes watched her surroundings carefully. Slender shoulders carried a gleaming sword and shield strapped to them, golden and red in colors. Upon her figure, she bore gilded armor that seemed to shine just as bright as the sky above. With purpose, she moved, grace and elegance befitting her people.

Today was of utmost import to this woman. Today, she had been summoned. Today, she was to receive her new assignment. And try as she might, she could not hide her excitement. In her mind, she had been among her people long enough. It was time to return to her duties on the Mortal Plane.

So it was that she soon found herself approaching the largest building, stark white in appearance. Her eyes looked over its majesty for a long moment before they lowered to look upon the twin doors that barred her way. And then they lowered further to see the older man who always stood guard there. He was tall, broad of shoulder and barrel of chest. His arms were thick and sinewy, and his face scarred and grim. Shaggy silver hair fell just above bright gold eyes that held a wisdom above any others the woman had seen along her journeys. As she approached, she gave a slight bow to him. "How does your day fare, brother? Well, I hope?"

With his arms folded over his chest, the man regarded her for a moment before a small smile spread across thin lips. "It fares as well as any other, sister. The Four are expecting you." With that said, he stepped to one side, allowing the doors behind him to swing open without a sound.

A smile, a nod; and she was walking past her comrade, through the doors, and into the Sanctum. The room was bright. Brighter than the world outside, even. The young red-head was forced to shield her gaze, for fear she might never see again. Moving to the center of the room, she took a knee and waited.

It did not take long for four figures to appear out of the light, stepping forward to address their visitor. The tallest spoke first, her voice commanding, but gentle. Her eyes were of a piercing blue, and her hair was shimmering silver, tied up tight near the top of her head. "Pyrrha Nikos," she greeted. "We welcome you to our Sanctum."

Her head bowed, Pyrrha did not need to look up to know which of the four spoke to her. She lowered herself further for a moment before speaking. "I thank you, Sister Winter." Her voice was as calm and level as she could make it, but even within that, there was a hint of awe for the women standing before her.

A second spoke up, the shortest and by far the most energetic. She took a light step closer to the kneeling woman, her short green hair bouncing as she did so. A lithe hand brushed a few stray strands from equally green eyes. "Do you know why it is we have asked you here this day?"

"As I understand it," Pyrrha began. "You have a new assignment for me."

The youngest nodded, a bright smile coming to her lips. "Indeed! As a Guardian Angel, it is your duty to watch over the Mortals, to be bound to one who will one day rise above all expectations set before them."

The third of the four spoke up, then, stepping forward to calm the other. This woman was slender of build, fiery golden hair framed a fair face where equally golden eyes resided. "This is the charge we give you. The charge you must accept. Tell us, Pyrrha, do you swear to protect and serve your charge to the best of your ability, until such a day comes that they breathe their last?"

"I swear it."

It was then that the fourth and final member of the group stepped forward, drawing Pyrrha's gaze. Long red hair cascaded down a strong back, and Ruby eyes that were filled with joy and determination watched her with interest. In the palm of her hand, she held a globe. This globe was clear, though images flickered through it, just beneath the surface. As it zeroed in on it's target, the woman holding the globe spoke up. "This is your new charge."

A young boy was shown in the globe's surface now. He was scrawny and thin, with scraggly blond hair that fell haphazardly into blazing blue eyes. He held a toy sword in his hand, standing in tall grass that he played at cutting.

"His name is Jaune Arc. In a year's time he will join the Beacon Guild of Adventurers. You will guide his every step. Ensure he does not falter or fall, for he is destined for great things. This is your charge. Do you accept?"

Pyrrha watched the young boy play at defeating Giants and Dragons with a broad grin on his face. Slowly, a gentle smile came to rest on her own countenance. "I accept."

"Then here and now, we place an oath upon you; a bond." Winter was speaking again, and the other three fell back as she did so. "To guard and protect Jaune Arc. Know that should you fail, pain will blind you to all else that moves in all the worlds. This bond cannot be severed or broken until his destiny is reached, or you fail and he dies. Go to him with that knowledge, child. Go and do your duty, for the Mortals and for us."

"At once." Pyrrha rose to her feet as the Sisters retreated back to the light. The young woman gave a deep bow before turning to leave the room. 'Jaune Arc,' she wondered as she walked. 'What will you have in store for me? What will your destiny be?'