Chapter 2

Qrow

Getting Sona back to Beacon had been a non-issue, for she walked along clueless. When they actually got to Vale a smile cracked on her face and she picked up her pace. Then when they put her on a Bullhead she hopped up and down with glee, squealing. Qrow found it rather annoying how happy go lucky she was, but finally it was over. He, followed by team RWBY, entered the interview room.

Glass shattered, and little porcelain fragments scattered across the floor. Ozpin stared at Sona his face pale, hands shaking. The fragments of his cup littered the floor, a puddle of dark liquid crawling across the floor.

"Out, all of you!" Shouted Ozpin uncharacteristically, "Qrow you stay."

Ruby

"Did Ozpin just shout?" blurted out Ruby as the door was slammed behind them, "and did Ozpin just drop his mugg?" A baffled silence hung over the group, and each of them put their ear against the wall…

"This, Qrow, is Sona Rose. Daughter of Summer's late sister Autumn…" that was all they needed to hear. Silence hung in the air as team RWBY ambled back to their room. Ruby and Yang had buried their head in their hands, slouched.

Qrow

"She's what?!" Qrow yelled, "I didn't even know Summer had a sister." and threw his hands into the air, and for the first time Sona appeared to be paying attention.

"Indeed, a secret kept from most," said a morose Ozpin, "Glynda, pull up a record of Sona here." Glynda, shocked by almost nothing, was even slow in her response. In a few fumbly seconds she had the record in question up. It read: Orphan. Age: 7. Ran away, never found.

A cold giggle escaped from Sona's lips. "I still remember the feeling, my hands buried in the warmth of that boys jugular, The muscle struggling to keep open, the fear. Oh yes, I remember, the shudder of death as he lived those last few, precious, seconds. All those months of suffering, meals lost, all to this." A deep silence hung over the room, Ozpin sat deep in thought, Glinda looked disgusted, and Qrow looked a little proud at the fact that someone so little could do so much. Before anyone could speak Sona laughed again.

"Alas, that wouldn't be the first blood on my hands," she said looking at her stained palms, "I was pulled off, booted to the street, with only the clothes on my back…" She finished with her words drifting off to silence, and some sort of tension in the room eased. Ozpin stood, "Well?" he questioned.

"That's all I got." she stated

"What's the next thing you remember?" Pushed Ozpin

"When I was Twelve, the day my Aura unlocked." Sona seemed reluctant to go further. With a sigh Ozpin said, "Tonight you stay here."

Sona took the remark literally, and ribbon began to unfurl seeking to secure the room.

"Not here," sighed an exasperated Ozpin, "Here, as in at Beacon."

"Ahh," Sona said and the ribbon retreated into her flannel.

In a few minutes Glynda was marching down the hall, Sona in tow. She continued to look at her with disgust, and pity. 'Someone so young, who's dealt with so much.' She thought as Sona strolled pass, into the empty room.

"Dinner is in a half-hour, and please wear some pants." Glynda stated simply. Sona looked down at herself and asked, "Why?" However, no response came. Except the subtle shaking of her head.

Before dinner came, she had gone. Pass the guards and out, she was never missed, and when Glynda opened her door she found her unpacking a battered suitcase.

This story is crazy! As such I hope it has kept you entertained. Enjoy the ride!

Thanks for reading!