Back at it with another fic! You can stop the applause now. Welcome to my new Priestess & High School AU story! For those who know my style, I based this fic off songs. If you want an idea of what White Light is about, check them out. These four songs are sung by Amalee. You can easily find her on youtube.
I got the PS4 and a game for Christmas 2017. The game was Tales of Zestiria. Before that, I watched the anime and fell in love with the opening song:
White Light
Other songs this story is based on:
I'm a Believer from the anime Haikyuu!
Here from The Ancient Magus' Bride
Cross the Line from Izetta the Last Witch
All great anime by the way. This fic is not based on the entirety of the songs or anime. These songs just gave me ideas of how the overall plot should go and connect with the story like I've done with my other fics.
Want to know how many chappys it is? Visit my profile. We're in for the long haul again, Dandelions. The pairings will be updated very soon. Until then, have fun guessing even though it shouldn't be that hard.
Huge thank you to Shadow Nightblade for improving this story. He's read every. Single. Chapter. To make sure White Light is the best it can be. He's given me suggestions, jokes, ideas, and has been such a great help, so thanks, man. Also, thank you to the group I'm in called Legion205. They've been a great help, too :D
~Hope you enjoy!~
There was a loud, crackling sound. Like someone was rustling through a crinkly bag. This would be acceptable if it was lunch time. But right now, it was dead silent besides the booming voice in the lecture hall.
Professor Port was telling his tales of bravery from back when he was in the military. For once, it was an intriguing story. Too bad the annoying, god-forsaken sound ruined it.
She looked down to notice her friend, who was sitting next to her, had a packet of cookies hidden in her lap.
"Ruby, you dolt!" she harshly whispered, which elicited a slight yelp. "Now's not the time for snacks."
Ruby offered her a dry laugh. "Sorry, Weiss. I got hungry."
A new voice, who sat on the other side of Weiss, chimed in. "For diabetes?"
"Quiet, Yang," Ruby retorted.
"Says you," Yang whispered. "You think you're bein' quiet?"
After a sigh, Ruby placed the remaining cookies in her backpack. A gentle hand was then placed on her back. Rarely did Blake say anything during a lecture like this one.
"It's for your own good," Blake whispered. "Try to eat something healthy."
"Ugh, you sound like Dad," Ruby whined.
"I know," Blake casually replied.
The girls focused on the lecture for a few more minutes. It was always boring listening to Port's voice. There was something about his deep tone that almost rocked them to sleep. There could be only so many stories he could tell without repeating himself. It was hard not to fall asleep. Practically everyone in the classroom adorned lifeless eyes. Besides Weiss, who was vigilantly taking notes.
Thankfully, it didn't take long for the bell to chime.
As they began packing notebooks and other supplies, some of their friends appeared by their seats.
"Hey, guys!" Nora greeted. "What're your plans after this?"
Ren joined her side. "Nora, Jaune, Pyrrha and I are going to get ice cream if any of you are interested."
Nora heavily sighed. "It's been a looooong day."
"You're tellin' me," Yang heavily sighed.
"Yes, yes, a million times yes!" Ruby exclaimed, practically bouncing up and down in her seat. She looked to her friends for approval, but they gave her death stares. "Come on! Just one scoop? Pwetty pwease?"
There it was. Her signature puppy dog eyes. No one could resist turning down the hopeful twinkle in those silver orbs. Somehow, Ruby managed to be cuter than Zwei sometimes.
"Rubes, what did we just talk about?" Yang asked.
"Wait, I don't need your permission," Ruby crossed her arms in victory and announced proudly. "I'm an adult."
"You're sixteen," Blake deadpanned.
Ruby said no more and packed her things. She joined Ren and Nora's side. "Are you coming or not?"
Blake and Yang grabbed their backpacks and joined them. Before they left, Yang looked over her shoulder. "You comin', Weiss?"
"No, I have to go. Excuse me," with that, Weiss left the room.
Nora tilted her head in confusion. It looked as though she was in a hurry. "What's up with her?"
"Probably her time of the month," Yang concluded.
"Yang!" Ruby and Blake yelped.
The comment caused Ren to shyly look away.
"What?" Yang asked. "We're all synced up, aren't we?"
"Or," Blake added. "She has a project to work on. She must be going to the library."
"Why didn't you say that before?" the blonde asked.
"I didn't think your train of thought would jump to menstrual cycles."
"Then you clearly don't know me as well as you think you do," Yang laughed.
"Just ignore them," she said, Weiss bitterly thought. Much easier said than done.
Currently, Weiss was sitting in the library attempting to study. She found herself failing to because of certain, annoying distractions.
Pesky demons.
All Weiss' life, she felt cursed. Recently, the demons swarmed her school. Normally, there weren't that many, but today was overwhelming.
From birth, Weiss could see them. Even though no one else could. These pests she dubbed 'demons' were tiny creatures. Ranging from snakes to wolves. Despite being different creatures, the demons all had their appearance in common. Every single one had ominous red eyes and their bodies emanated from the darkness.
Weiss remained poker-faced as she watched a baby wolf demon swat some random student's cheek. The student remained unaware of its presence. However, she clearly felt something, maybe something akin to a breeze, and she set a hand on her cheek, then went back to studying like nothing happened.
"A gift," she said. How does Winter stay so positive? Weiss thought as she gazed around the library. The demons sure are making themselves at home. There was even a tiny bird demon chilling on some student's shoulder.
"Hey, snow angel," a guy's voice grabbed her attention.
Reluctantly, Weiss closed her textbook and noticed it was Jaune, who took a seat across from her.
"Don't call me that," Weiss stated. "Do you need something?"
Jaune pointed behind him toward the library's entrance. "A bunch of us are going to get ice cream. We'd love it if you'd come with us."
"I have a project, is that not a good enough excuse?"
"It's perfectly reasonable," Jaune shrugged. "It just wouldn't be the same without you, ya know?"
It was then that a tiny bird demon landed on Jaune's shoulder. Unable to help herself, Weiss stared at the pest as its red eyes locked with hers. Like Jaune was a tree, the demon began pecking the side of his head with its sharp beak. Clearly, Jaune felt something as he rubbed his face. This caused the hatchling to fly away and sit on the front desk instead.
"Something bothering you?" Weiss asked.
"Agh, just an itch," Jaune dismissed. "So, whaddya say?"
"Jaune, it's ice cream," Weiss said bluntly. "You'll live. I'll hang out with everyone some other time, okay?"
"Deal," Jaune accepted and stood. "If you change your mind just text us."
With a sheepish grin, Jaune left the library and left Weiss in peace...
… Until the same demon bird plopped on her shoulder.
What the-
This was rare. Normally, the demons steered clear of her. It was unnatural for them to even approach her. From her mere presence, the demons cleared the area or made sure to keep their distance. Yet, this bird demon cozied up to her like she was its nest.
Not amused from the unwelcome guest, Weiss sent it a death glare. The bird sent a challenging stare right back with its glowing blood eyes.
Casually, Weiss scanned the large area. Bookshelves skewered anyone from seeing her. From witnessing what she had planned. Luckily, she picked a secluded table to sit. Away from other people.
With quick reflexes, Weiss grabbed the small, sharp beak. It was so sudden the demon bird had no time to squawk and flail.
Just as she touched the beak, there was a bright, white light. That familiar white hypnotic spark. The bird demon shifted to an iridescent glow that consumed the library. The darkness faded into white, and the demon slowly withered away into nothingness as if it was never there.
From that, the remaining demons fled the scene, not wanting to be her next victim. With that, Weiss was free to go back to studying in peace.
Consider yourself purified.
It didn't take long for the group to grab their respective ice creams. Since it was a sunny day, the friends elected to sit outside in the bustling city of Vale.
Ruby happily licked her chocolate cone. "This hits the spot in this weather!"
"Tell me about it!" Nora agreed and practically devoured her cone. "Ya like yours so far, Ren?"
After Ren swallowed his vanilla ice cream, he spoke. "It's delicious."
Yang meticulously inspected her coffee flavored ice cream. "It is homemade, so it should be. We deserve this after that lecture."
Nora slammed her hands on the table. "It was torture!"
After there was a round of laughter, Blake pointed at Jaune's smaller cup. "You didn't get much. Upset stomach?"
"He has to limit his dairy intake, or he'll fart non-stop," Nora informed with a giggle.
"Nora!" Jaune yelped. "You said you wouldn't tell anyone!"
"There, there, Jaune," Pyrrha comforted. "We all have our…" she paused, searching for the appropriate word. "... quirks."
Jaune visibly sunk in his seat. "'Quirks,'" he quoted. "Thanks, Pyr."
Pyrrha grinned, not realizing that he was being sarcastic. "Anytime."
When Ruby was done with her cone, she slurped and noticed he still looked downcast. "What's wrong, Jaune? I can tell you're sad, but not about the ice cream."
Before he could answer, Yang replied. "What are you talking about? That's the face he makes when he's wondering if he should fart or not."
"Oh ha-ha," Jaune fake laughed. "Fart jokes are so clever. Really. In all seriousness, I just wish Weiss could've come is all."
Yang slid her bowl to the side and sighed. "The princess needs to get out more."
"It can't be helped," Blake chimed. "She's in a lot of AP classes."
Yang sighed. "All she does is study, study, study. I don't know how she does it."
"Probably pancakes!" Nora cheered.
"Probably not," Yang reasoned. "Although, that would be good brain food."
When Ruby noticed everyone was done eating their ice cream, she asked. "Who's paying?"
Instantly, everyone placed their fingers on their noses. The last one to do it was Ren, who lowered his head in shame. There were collective cheers while he sighed.
"I'm going to be cleaned out…"
After getting ice cream, Yang made her regular trek through the woods. She'd done this every day after school for about a year now. Her excuse so no one would come with her was that she was going for a jog.
Yang gazed around and checked over her shoulder.
All clear.
Within the depths of the woods, her destination was almost in sight.
Red arches scoured the walkway in a perfect row. Each beamed under the sun's gentle rays. After Yang glanced around to make sure no one was following her, she went through the walkway.
This part was always so peaceful as she took in the sights. The birds chirped, the leaves were vibrant green, and there was the occasional breeze.
I hope Weiss is okay. She's been acting strangely lately.
It didn't take long for a sacred building to appear before her. It was clearly a temple that stood proudly on a small hill. The sacred temple adorned a roof that curved upward and was costed in layers of white stones. From the sunlight, the temple glowed and emitted its own aura.
Just before Yang entered the temple, she was greeted by two old stone lion statues. Each one was cracked in different places, but held that feeling of power. Instantly, she pressed down on the left lion's head. This caused the giant double doors to slide apart.
It was true she'd seen this a million times, but the beauty never faded. She walked along the pathway of the red carpet. Soon, she was greeted with a golden throne on top of a dozen wooden steps.
On the throne was an older man with a cane, who clearly belonged.
"Yang," the man greeted. "Is there something on your mind?"
Despite the sacristy of the temple, Yang replied with her natural gusto. "Nothin' gets by you, huh?"
"My job wouldn't suit me if I couldn't read my students."
"Alright, Oz, here it is..."
The chapter title refers to the song White Light. "Take aim and hit the mark. 'That white hypnotic spark.' Now it's time to rise as one. I wanna be the white, white light."
Fun fact: this story was outlined on Christmas 2017 on a flight to Florida.
The next chapter will be posted every Sunday, taking the place of Let Me Hear.
Stay dandy,
~Toto