Hi there everyone. I just recently got into RWBY and thought it would be fun to write a little story of my own. This is only a prologue to the story and I am nearly finished with the first chapter (I would have combined the two, but I liked how this ended). The next chapter should be up soon. I will (hopefully) be continuing this tale, but it really depends on my school schedule. Let me know what you think (by that, I mean leave a review!)
RWBY is owned by Monty Oum or Roosterteeth, i do not in anyway own the characters or the locations I write about.
"Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn't live off fame, but rather deeds."
His rough cloak brushed against him in the powerful wind. Overhead a dust storm was taking shape and lightening struck the scarred landscape. He hurried his steps and pulled his cloak tighter to his body.
He found himself in the courtyard. Many of the trees still stood, but the rose-like pedals cast a bloody hue over the dirt. He would have preferred not to have come here, the crumpled armor and bones around him made him ill, but he knew his duty, and always kept his promises.
He gingerly stepped over the remains, not wanting to disturb their sacred rest and quickly made his way to the far end of the clearing. Stopping at a fallen timber he frowned sadly and crouched down, peering under the beam. His features brightened slightly and he began to lift the beam.
Groaning, he moved it back a foot and set it down, his armored gloves protecting his fingers. A beam of light seemed to fall from the sky, illuminating the place where the log had once been, revealing a flat stone pressed into the earth.
He crouched down and brushed aside the now long dead flowers that framed the rock, placing fresh daisies in their place.
He had meant to hold them back, but the tears began to fall, dripping from the edge of his nose onto the stone, revealing letters, obscured by gravel and time. He put his face near the earth and blew off all that covered what he had once carved, onto this very rock, many years ago.
He sat back and read it, the tears falling quickly now, obscuring his vision. With a broken cry he struck the earth and began to sob. The sky was now filled with streak of light and the earth began to rumble. His hood came off and his long blonde hair, fell in front of his eyes.
He halted his cries and whipped his eyes. Standing up, he began to walk out of that place. That horrible, awful place he once called home. Past all of the dead, their bone mouths still open in screams of terror. He looked back at the simple grave once last time, before rushing away, the name "Pyrrha" still on his lips.
Hope you liked it!