A/N: Hey guy's I thank you for Clicking on my story and I hope you enjoy the first chapter
Prologue
She chipped away at the stone, bit by bit. Letting her subconscious dictate her movements. As she worked, her mind wandered. Back and back her mind went. She had lost so much, her friends, her family, and her home. But she didn't pity herself, she knew that she hadn't done everything in her power to stop the tragedy brought on by the war, hadn't acted soon enough. Neither side had won that terrible conflict, only the moon broken and the dead to show for the violence. She had so desperately tried to stop that violence, but inevitably she was forced to use it as well.
After it had all ended she wandered, no direction or destination in her mind. Some had called her a vagabond, wandering spirit a shell…, hollow. She could not refute them, they were right. Her purpose had been destroyed, she knew it was gone. She had wandered looking for a purpose, something to fill the void that was left in her soul. For the longest time it seemed like it was a futile search.
One day she found herself walking through a forest of some kind. Again wandering, seeking. Eventually she came upon a strange clearing. Large chunks of something like granite were scattered about. Strange, it seemed it they had fallen from the sky. She stopped to look at the stones, they were scarred and old. Besides that it stood strong and straight, withstanding the weather that tried to turn it to dust. They seemed strong enough to hold up the sky. She wished she could have been like these stones, strong and unyielding. She could have prevented her loss.
She came upon one of the stones in the middle of the clearing. It stood straighter and taller than all the others. She suddenly had the strangest thought. Maybe this stone could do what she had failed at. Not to solve her problems, but to have the ability to prevent the loss of its own and protect those close to it. The problem was that it was only a stone without shape. As her thoughts continued, a new purpose formed in her. To shape the stone into a protector.
She worked for months, tearing apart the stone to shape it into something even stronger. She would talk as worked, sharing her memories, her life, her sorrows and triumphs. It was as if she poured her soul into the stone. Slowly giving it shape and personality over time.
She noticed her hands in her lap with surprise. She studied her creation and saw that it was finished. A man, tall, lean with defined muscle, and messy hair. She was a bit worried about his face, it was sad and forlorn. "Maybe I put a bit too much of myself into you" she chuckled.
He was not complete though, "Oh, you need a name don't you". She thought for and smiled as she came up with his name. Picking up her tools she began to carve the name into the forearm of the statue. "There is a story that my parents use to tell me as a child. A very old one, from Cornwall in an old area called the British Isles if I'm correct. A knight gave everything to a princess he fell in love with, even betraying those he had been so loyal to for years. In the end he died, but he had protected his princess. My parents named me after that princess. As I am making you to be a protector, I will give you this knight's name. You are the knight protector Tristan, Strong and unyielding. And I am Isolde, the princess who wished that she could have protected what was most dear to her"
Finishing his name Isolde put down her tools and sighed, there was one last thing she needed to do. She stood up and held the statues head in her hands "This may be rude, but you are still only stone. There is one last thing I must give you. You may come to hate it and curse me for it, though I hope that you will one day you will cherish it. My last gift to you is life". As Isolde spoke, she poured her aura into the statue. Every last drop, every shred she tore from her body and placed into the statue. When it was finished Isolde slumped against the statue. She turned and sat against the statue, "I know that you won't wake up now for me and I don't know how long it will be. But when you do, please find people that important to you and protect them no matter what. That is my only wish of you". Isolde's breathing began to slowly fade and eventually stopped. The statue stood over the body of its creator as her body slowly turned to dust and was taken away by gusts of wind. It finally stood alone among the clearing of stones and waited for the time to fulfill its purpose.
A/N: So this is my first story on FanFiction. I know it's not starring any of the RWBY cast in the first chapter, I wanted this as a kind of set up for the next chapter and as an origins for my character. Now before anyone gets up in arms about the pairing, I just want to say that I'm not going to be doing any heavy scenes(At least not too heavy?) and it's not going to take over the story. I want it as a kind of base to build the characters and story on. Oh and look up the Tristan and Isolde story, It's actually pretty interesting.
Any criticism and suggestions are gladly accepted, especially if the writing seems too cheesy. (Help me please, I don't know what I'm getting into).