Chapter 1

Thus I Kindly Scatter

-RWBY-

Summer Rose was the most skilled graduate of her year- if not her entire generation. She went on to become a successful and prominent Huntress, get married, and have a beautiful daughter. Her accomplishments ranged from the mundane to what may have previously seemed impossible. She was a silver eyed warrior, something that in recent years had become little more than legend.

And yet she was about to die.

Everything she had was now forfeit. Everything she had built was about to come crumbling down. She had no comfort as her pulse slowed, and no courage as her eyes widened in pain and fear.

She screamed in agony as an unseen assailant battered her broken body against the rocks, and tears streamed from her eyes as her lifeblood did the same from her torso.

But she was able to whisper, in a soft voice once more:

"Thus I Kindly Scatter."

-RWBY-

Summer did not breath.

She didn't feel that she needed to, per say… But it was mildly disconcerting.

"Do you believe in destiny?"

Summer whipped around, eyes widening as she looked for the source of the voice- but she found nothing but the blackness of the void.

"Hello?" She called, her voice echoing off of what could only be described as pure, unadulterated blackness.

"Pyrrha!"

Eyes that could widen no more trembled, and she took a step forward as she listened to the soh-so-familiar voice reverberate throughout her purgatory.

"Do you believe in Destiny?"

And there it was again. A soft, young voice asked her the same question. Perhaps she should answer…

"Y-yes." She said, eyes shifting from left to right.

"I believe in destiny." The voice said, this time coming from a discernable direction.

Behind her.

Summer whirled, frantically reaching for a weapon that was not present. Water splashed as she stumbled backwards, her eyes alighting on the red-haired figure of a teenaged girl- a huntress if her attire was anything to judge by.

"We were destined to meet, Summer Rose. Here in this moment. Our paths forever intertwined as we make our way through the cosmos." The girl held no mal-intent in her soft, sympathetic voice.

Only pity.

"We both lost our lives, Summer." She continued on, as if unaware of the pure shock and confusion that was evident on the older woman's face. "Yours to a monster unnamed, and mine to a creation of the Elder Brother."

Summer would have choked if she could breath- she couldn't be referring to the tale of the Two Brothers, could she?

The girl kept speaking. "This is an imbalance. The interference of these forces is not meant for mere mortals. And not to mention the abomination that the Fall Maiden has become. Her power is not meant for ones such as the… current host." The girl's voice should have been analytical. Instead It held the same pity as before.

"You were taken from life too early in your journey, Summer. This is why you have been selected. Your mission- if you agree- will be to eliminate the current Fall Maiden. Should you complete this task, then your previous body will be restored to you. Should you fail…"

This time the girl did not continue. She simply looked on, as if remembering something from her childhood, or perhaps attempting to solve some sort of math problem.

"If I fail?" Summer asked, eyes crinkling in nervousness.

The younger Huntress sighed. "Then you shall cease to exist, and you will never be reunited with your children."

Summer bit her lip. She was already dead. What would the point of declining be? At least this way, she would have a chance of being in her children's lives, of watching them grow up.

"I accept." She said solemnly, standing straight.

The red-haired girl did not smile, nor give her words of encouragement. "Then it is done." She said simply, green eyes shimmering, and her skin wrinkling and contorting. It shifted from a lightly tanned Mistralian to Summer's own pale, Valesian white. Her eyes, however, remained the same color as Summer watched the girl take the form of the older Huntress. Soon, she was looking at an exact replica of herself, save for the bright green eyes.

"Then you will take my form. It will serve as a protection, a boon as you traverse Remnant."

Summer could feel her skin literally crawling, and pain as her bones shifted and changed, her stature growing to match that of the other's previous height.

"This is all you are granted. Bestow your true name upon others if you wish, but it shall be your own challenge. Do not let it interfere with your true goal."

The blackness began to fade away, if that made any physical sense. Perhaps her mind was simply unable to comprehend her change of existence.

"Wait-" She called out to her fading figure, "What was your name?"

Her dopple-ganger drew in a breath, the first she had taken the entire time they had spoken. Or perhaps it was only a placebo, an involuntary response. "My name-" She said shakily. "Was Pyrrha Nikos."

And all was light.

-RWBY-

Summer did not initially recognize her whereabouts. But as she approached the edge of the precipice she stood upon, she realized she stood hundreds of feet above the courtyards of Beacon Academy. She looked around, realizing that the scorched metal and glass around her had once been Professor Ozpin's office. She had spent many a long day as a girl in these offices, being tutored and taught by the older man. Her education was of the utmost importance to him, a debt perhaps; being re-payed to her deceased parents. He raised her, trained her, and guided her through her teenage years. He helped her to move past the death of her parents, and to live in the present.

And now he was undoubtedly gone, buried somewhere in the rubble of Beacon.

She looked down at her hands, blinking at the weapons she held. A shield was strapped to her left forearm, and in her right hand she gripped a bronze Xiphos, a shortsword that from its aesthetic was undoubtedly mecha-shift. It was unfortunate then, that she had no idea how to change its mode, or activate any dust abilities it had.

She grit her teeth as she turned around, stepping towards the spot an elevator had once occupied. It was now an empty shaft- one that she would need to traverse in order to reach the ground. She leapt into the hole, grabbing on to a steel girder that ran along the height of the elevator shaft. Internally she berated herself, as she had no knowledge beforehand as to whether or not the girder was exposed to any electricity from exposed wires that might have been connected to the elevator car. That would have been an unfortunate end to her brief second chance.

She took a breath, and one hand after the other; began to scale the elevator shaft, descending towards the ground floor.

It was perhaps an hour before she reached the ground, and once firmly on the stone floor of the lobby, she began to breathe normally. Heights were not entirely her favorite thing in the world.

Summer walked out of Beacon Tower warily, uncomfortable in her trek throughout the deserted school grounds. During her youth she had only known them to be bustling- whether with students during the school year or Huntsmen and Huntresses looking for a place to stay in between missions. It had been a place that welcomed people from all walks of life, and at one point even housed soldiers during the Four Years War.

It broke her heart to see her home in such a state.

Lost in her thoughts, she was caught of guard when an older woman came running out of another abandoned building. Her grip tightened on her sword involuntarily, and she raised her shield.

"You're alive!" Came the cry of the woman, her blonde hair waving in the cold wind. As soon as she drew close enough to speak, she drew herself up regally and adjusted the glasses that set upon the bridge of her nose. "We had thought you were dead, Pyrrha. They-"

Summer blinked… She definitely recognized the woman. She was Glynda Goodwitch, a Huntress that Summer had gone to school with. It was strange to see her so old… and so formal. Summer remembered her as something of a party girl… always going out and having fun while other students might have been studying for exams, or sleeping.

"Miss Nikos?" Glynda asked, taking a tentative step back.

Summer had expected someone to recognize her new body, but nowhere near this quickly. She was completely unprepared, and she could get naught out of her mouth but a childish "Eep!"

The older woman took another step back, eyes narrowing and hand alighting on her riding crop- a strange choice of weapon no matter what age the blonde huntress was.

"Not precisely…" Summer said, scratching the back of her head. It was a habit she retained from her childhood.

Glynda's hand stilled, near enough to her weapon to threaten Summer, but far enough away to afford her a chance to explain herself.

"I'm…" She said, gathering her thoughts. "I'm different." She settled on, stowing her own weapons behind her back.

Glynda was still wary, her eyes following Summer's every movement. "You have silver eyes." She stated, not for a second moving from her defensive position.

"I do." Summer said, narrowing the aforementioned eyes. Glynda was not the type to give any thought to legend, so either she was simply referring to Pyrrha's striking green…

Or Ozpin had let her into the loop.

"Tell me…" Summer said, not looking away from Glynda's steely gaze. "What's your favorite Fairy Tale?"

-RWBY-

A/N

In which the writer got bored, and decided to re-use the plot of an already going on story to expand his horizons.

Anyways, this story was inspired in part by Aros R. Cao's Star's Never End, a Fanfic that follows Pyrrha as she stumbles around after Volume 3 in Summer Rose's body. It's really intriguing, and it deserves some love. Go check it out.

In other news, this is not going to be SummerxJaune, because that's stupid. There might be some twist that are sour… or some unexpected moments that make the reader go 'wth', but overall… I hope it will be fairly straightforward.

I'm not sure if it will make it through to the end… but fair warning, my fics have a tendency to fizzle out and die. Just take Sheriff Xiao-Longmire for example… *Shudders*

Anyways. I hope you guys enjoyed. Don't forget to leave a Review, because feedback makes the world go round… Get it? Cause it's a feedback loop?

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Yeah, I'm not sorry for that.

Short chapter is short… I apologize for my tendency to interrupt the flow of writing.