Chapter One: Ode to Summer I
A/N: Hey there peoples! My first fan fiction on here. While this is my first RWBY fanfic. Now this will be loaded with RoosterTeeth references. A quick disclaimer before I go on too far. I'm only saying this once. I do not own RoosterTeeth, RWBY, RvB, Achievement Hunter, or any other references I will be making throughout this fan fiction. And yes, there will be many. Please PM me if you have any ideas for arcs. This will be a slow process. But I've already known how the main skeleton of this 'fic will play out. While I'm not the most acquainted with Author: NobleMETA. I encourage you to check out his works. And yes, this story will be canon with my own touches. After the events of Season 3 however. They will be noncanon. As for the references. Some will be canon, you get the drift. Now on with the show!
I never stopped running. Even as my wounds bled into the ever-white snow of Forever Fall. My face marked red with the temporary scars of loss as I heard gunshots. Gunshots of a woman I'd met only a month ago, how did it go so wrong? One minute it was all fun, the two of us warding off the creatures of Grimm. The woman, whom I soon learned her name to be Summer Rose. Was amazed at my individual arm strength which I needed for my dual claymores Shattered and Eclipsed Crescent. Even more so intrigued when I was modifying it even in its almost flawless stage. She had told me about her husband, Taiyang Xiao Long. Her two daughters, Yang Xiao Long, and Ruby Rose. She told me all about her life, I told her about mine. How I lost my parents, stayed with a foster family whom had been friends with my parents. Then left, how I had gotten mixed with a street group who accepted me even for my faunus heritage. A little freelance group of young hunters really. It was there where I acquired my claymores which when wielded together, was dubbed the 'Twin Crescents of the Shattered Eclipse,' by my colleagues. I, Romulus Reyes, had forged out into the world. In return I received an over accommodating reputation. By age thirteen I was off killing S-Class beasts with my freelancer group. Then a woman came along, dressed in a red dress gown with dust emblazed into its threads. She had attacked us and drove our little family apart. Five months later I met Summer and set out with her on her doomed mission. What was that mission? To kill a Z-Class ancient Grimm, that resided in Vale. After arriving we fought the beast, killing it after a long, arduous, amount of time. In its dying moments though, it prevailed. Striking down Summer with a mortal blow. Not enough to kill her immediately, but enough that is she didn't receive medical attention soon. Her light, like many other huntsmen's before her, would flicker and die. I tried my best to treat her wounds. But eventually, she bade me to deliver her scroll, and her cloak to the most important person in her world. Ruby. I was pained, to say the least. This woman, whom had acted like a mother like figure to me for the past month was telling me to abandon her to the now swarming Grimm, awoken by the Ancient's death. I sprinted off with the predetermined items stored into a bundle. As I ran, I composed a message to four contacts in her scroll. Ozpin, Taiyang Xiao Long, Qrow Branwen, and Ruby Rose. Hoping they'd rescue Summer swiftly, two weeks flew by as I trekked and sprinted through the Valian wilderness. Pursued by monsters of body and mind. Never lessening to give me breathing room. As the negative emotions raged inside of me, the Grimm came skulking. I finally made it to Patch. I had been caught in a blizzard as I arrived, the frost setting into my flesh and bones. But thankfully stubbornness saved my life that night. My vision was tunneling ever since I arrived at Path. Roaming through the woods until I come to a clearing, I see a bright white light, almost a ghostly pale tint to the otherwise pure color. I stride towards it, my legs freezing up with every step. I arrive at the source of the light and freeze in my tracks. In front of me is a grave, with Summer's symbol on it. There was some inscription on it, but through my ever constant tunneling vision I was unable to discern it. With sudden realization that Summer never made it and that I may have been the last one to talk to her. In a fit of rage, my regularly crimson eyes flashed an ichor gold. As I let out a guttural almost savage howl into the wind. I fell to my knees. My ash grey hair falling over my eyes as I knelt, hunched over Summer's gravestone. I spend what had felt like an eternity, until I heard the faint sound of voices. Two young, feminine voices, and an older, more masculine voice. I felt arms wrap around me and my vision stops tunneling, instead shattering as my surreal mind loses consciousness.
2nd A/N: As you can see, pretty angst y. I am rating this M for future language. And because of content and any possible smut, lemon, fluff, language, perverted jokes, etc. Hope you enjoy, this is MCD99, signing out.