The Boy
Ozpin was sitting in his office going over paperwork, finalizing the teams, submitting the teams in the school's database so the other headmasters could see them, and looking over the different teams. His gaze lingered on the teams RWBY and BURN. Team RWBY was filled with potential. But their leader, Ruby Rose, was what drew his attention. He still remembered her mother, Summer Rose, she had been so strong, so brave. All of team STRQ had been strong, they had seemed unbreakable. His smile faded as he remembered their fall.
The professor's gaze shifted to team BURN. James and Qrow had informed him of two of the member's…strange…abilities. Abilities that surpassed semblances and DNA that wasn't recognizable by any Atlas tech. DNA that didn't come from Remnant. And Umbra – when Ozpin performed his background search he found many secrets, holes in the story where the Faunus seemed to have disappeared, stories that should be hidden were uncovered. I'll have to keep my eye on this team he thought. Every person had secrets, and this team seemed to alive with them.
A signal on his desk flashed, someone was coming up the elevator. Ozpin happily allowed access to his elevator almost any day; he enjoyed talking with his students. But at night, as it was now, Ozpin locked it tight and only his close associates knew the code. Ah, good, Glynda, I needed to speak with her about these new teams.
Ozpin picked up the next paper describing team JNPR, his gaze lingering over one name, Pyrrah Nikos. He recognized the name and had been presently surprised on her performance in the entrance exam. Already she was stronger than some of his second year students, not only was she level-headed in a fight but she also possessed natural instincts for fighting. Interesting he thought.
The elevator opened with a soft ding. "Ah Glynda." Ozpin said, "I wanted to have a word with you about…" He looked up and paused.
The person standing in the elevator wasn't Glynda. It was a boy with black and silver hair. His body was thin and he was leaning in the elevator doorway as if he didn't have the strength to stand. He looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks. His right arm was completely covered in dirty, torn bandages.
"Who are you?" Ozpin asked, his hand slowly closing around the hilt of his cane, "you're not one of my students. How did you get in?"
"A…are you Professor Ozpin?" the boy asked.
After a pause Ozpin nodded. "Yes." Relief shone on the boy's exhausted face.
"Please," he said stumbling forwards and gripping Ozpin's desk. "I need your help, have you ever seen this symbol before?" He pushed a well-worn paper towards Ozpin, his hands shaking. The headmaster wearily looked down at the paper and the symbol drawn on it. An eye inside of a pointed circle, as if a pen had dragged it down, under the eye was a half circle following the same point.
"No," he said honestly.
"P…please, help them, the students who have this symbol," the boy said, trying not to fall over, clearly too exhausted to stand. "They…they're in danger. S…She knows they…" he fell forward, onto Ozpin's desk. The headmaster leaped to his feet on instinct.
"Who is in danger?" he asked. "Who is She?"
"M…my…" the boy shook his head, trying to refocus himself. "the other's like me. She wants them… their…their power. Please, please you have to help!" The boy's eyes rolled back and he collapsed on the floor. Ozpin rushed around his desk and cradled the fallen boy's head in his hands.
"Who is after them? Who is She!"
The boy's dark blue eyes flickered open. They had a glassy, unfocused look.
"The…The Grimm Queen. She's coming and she wants their power…" Then his eyes rolled back and he slumped in Ozpin's arms.