Hey Ya'll! I am attempting a FanFic. I have never really tried this and well... we'll see how it goes. I'm not going to promise regular updates or anything like that because I know that the chances of that actually happening are like... zero point two. Point two is me being generous because there is an off chance... but it's ridiculously tiny. So enjoy the story (Or don't. I can't force you...) and well... have a nice life or something... Let me know what you think. If you see something wrong feel free to point it out. If you don't want to review I can't force you to do that either... but I would appreciate it.
I do not own RWBY or any characters thereof.
A glass, once shattered, is not easily put back together again.
A girl stared up at the towering bulk of the castle-like structure before her in awe. She was finally here, at Beacon. She had seen some impressive buildings in her life but this trumped them all. Other students swarmed around her, heading toward the massive structure. She followed the crowd, though at a somewhat slower pace, taking time to examine her surroundings. The airship had dropped her at the end of a long walkway lined with lampposts. Decorative concrete barriers lined the sides and she eyed them approvingly. A large clock tower loomed over everything else, glowing as a beacon for all to see.
She was drawn, abruptly, from her musings when she was suddenly hug tackled from behind. Her arms pinned to her sides, the girl dropped one hand slowly towards her belt.
"Oh my gosh! Someone as tiny as me! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" the attacker squealed happily, unaware that she was panicking her target. Finally, the attacker let her go and stepped back allowing the girl to turn and face them. Her attacker turned out to be another girl, this one with black hair and dark brown eyes. She wore an odd, black shirt that reached down to her knees but had splits up the sides. She also wore bright red pants. The most noticeable feature though, was the pair of wolf ears on her head. "Heh, sorry. I don't normally tackle people like that, I've just never actually met someone even close to as short as me. Even if you're still a little taller than me, you're close. And now I'm babbling… wow, this is an off day... Anyway, I'm Akane. Akane Nior."
"Nilla Tranche…" the girl said uncertainly, not quite sure what to make of this overly friendly girl.
"Nice to meet you, Nilla," Akane said, bouncing slightly, "I really am sorry about the whole tackle thing. Guess I'm just nervous. I mean, Beacon and all." She gestured towards the building in front of them as she started walking towards it again. Nilla fell in beside her, watching her suspiciously out of the corner of her eye. "Not every day that you get to start at the most famous academy on Remnant."
They walked on in silence for a little while, each of them taking in their surroundings, though Nilla seemed to be tenser than she had been before Akane joined her. She walked with her arms crossed over her chest rather than loose at her sides as they had been before. Akane glanced over at her, frowning slightly.
"You don't talk much do you?" she asked. Nilla shrugged in response, brown eyes still scanning their surroundings. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then." She fell silent again and they continued in that manner until they reached the Auditorium for the initiation speech. Once there, Akane turned to ask her silent companion a question only to find that she had vanished. She shrugged and plunged into the crowd, hoping to find a more talkative companion.
Nilla, on the other hand, had slid in along the wall until she reached a corner and stood watching the other students mingle and fill the room. She had been there for about half an hour when a soft cough from the stage captured her attention. Professor Ozpin, Beacon's headmaster, stood before the mic.
"I'll keep this brief," He said, "You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and, when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose and direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only take you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."
He walked off the stage and a blond huntress, Glynda Goodwitch, took his place at the mic. "You will gather in the ballroom tonight," she informed the students, "Tomorrow your initiation begins, be ready. You are dismissed."
Well, that was certainly brief, Nilla thought as she waited for the other students to flood out. She melded into the tail end of the swarm and followed them to the ballroom for the night.