Authors Note: I do not own RWBY or any other source material mentioned.
Mankind has always had a love of stories.
From the first tales told round the campfire,
To the legendary Epics by the likes of Homer,
As time went on, the tales came in different forms.
By word of mouth, acted on stage, written in books, and eventually displayed on screens.
One thing remained constant- Mankind loved heroes.
Knights, Generals, Captains, Pilots, Detectives, Spies, and the list goes on.
People who brought forth acts of daring by their skill, good fortune, or knowledge.
But sometimes a Hero is someone unexpected.
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Date: ?/?/?
Time: ?:?
Location: ?
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"...Kid"
"Hey kid!"
"You alright pipsqueak?"
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Things had been going well for Qrow. Emphasis on Had.
The few Grimm he had encountered were easily dispatched, no thugs were making a nuisance of themselves, and, for the most part, Patch was as safe and normal as it could be. He actually could possibly make it to Tai's house to see his Nieces when they got home from school. But a prone form on the beach changed that. Thankfully he had been paying attention when he flew over the small cove, scarcely a quarter mile from Tai's house.
This, if you did not know Qrow, is where you would think that things got weird. A seemingly normal blackbird with red eyes landed near the prone form. And then, in an obscuring cloud of grey smoke, it suddenly shifted to the recognizably disheveled form of the legendary drunken Huntsman. As he had come in to land he catalogued his observations.
'Area seems clear, no sign of trouble or Grimm." Qrow thought. ' Poor kid, she doesn't look much older than Ruby. Must be training to be a Huntress if that massive double barrel is anything to go by.'
Indeed, across the girl's back lay one of the largest double barrel guns Qrow had ever seen. It was almost as long as the girl was tall. The two barrels were about as wide as his upper forearm. How such a small girl could fire it, Qrow could only guess. Additionally, Qrow thought her attire was odd. Almost universally, Huntsmen and Huntresses were attired in a striking or flashy manner, but this girl could be best described as somewhat plain. Sure, her attire had a vaguely nautical theme to it, but the plain white blouse, blue grey skirt, white stockings and short black high heel boots were nowhere near as flashy as was commonplace on Remnant.
'Only one thing for it,' Qrow thought ' Lets see if she wakes up.'
He bent down, brushed the child's long black hair out of her face and asked,
"...Kid"
"Hey kid!"
"You alright pipsqueak?"
She twitched slightly and made a groggy grunt. At that exact moment, a large Beowolf leapt out of the bushes. Qrow drew Harbinger and asked the threatening Grimm, "Where did you come from?"
The Beowolf answered with a growl, with two more appearing from the same bush.
"Normally, I would stay for this party, but Pipsqueak needs my help." Qrow quipped as he grabbed the kid in question and bolted. The trio of grimm gave chase, crashing through trees and bushes that Qrow deftly leapt over or around. The Grimm were slowed as they tore through these obstacles, giving the Huntsman and his charge a slowly growing lead.
At some point before the halfway point on their dash for safety the girl woke up.
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