Chapter 4: Weiss Schnee

A RWBY Fanfic

Weiss Schnee, part of the Schnee family, the highest of upper class socialites of Remnant. At least that's what her family liked to think. They were the leading exporter and manufacturers of all things dealing with dust. Dust the component that made mankind able to deal with the various problems of coming to be as entities on the world. Dust was used as fuel to heat homes and make weapons as well as it being of all the elements in the world. Weiss's family made a fortune in finding and learning about the abilities of dust. But her father had made some very questionable changes as he took over the company. Because of the status of the Schnee name everything was image first.

Weiss was the middle child of three, with an older sister and a younger brother. Growing up in a very upper class mansion, with upper class people, she had very little interaction with children of her own age. All the children she grew up knowing were from the same stratus of society as her, although her family was the most powerful in the world. She never got the chance to do what every child got to do as they grew up. She could only do what her father thought best for the family name…and she had to be the best at it…or it wasn't good enough to be a Schnee!

As she grew up the butler, Klein, told her all the stories and fairy tales that children loved to hear. Klein was the closest person Weiss had to being a friend. She and her sister, Winter, loved Klein and truly loved for him to tell the stories to them. These were just the break that they would need as children to get through any day that they had a hard time and couldn't get things right to their father's satisfaction.

"Klein," Weiss would start to ask, "please tell me a story."

"I would be delighted to tell you a story, miss." He would always respond. "What story would you like to hear this time?"

"Tell me about the king of Vale!" She would always say excitedly. Weiss always loved the stories about royalty and how they got to be who they were and how they would be treated by the people. For most of the stories were about the good monarchs. So she always enjoyed how they were loved by the people. All the stories that she didn't like would all be about how the monarchs and other royalty who were greatly despised.

So Klein would share the stories with her. Eventually her father made it a point to force Klein to cease telling all these fairy tales to the children. The only thing that really mattered to him was that science was how the world could be understood. And science was the way the world would move forward; and his family was going to be at the very forefront of that move.

"Father, why isn't Klein allowed to tell me stories anymore?" Weiss would ask her father.

"Because I will not have my children learning of such nonsense!" He would respond exasperated. "Fairy tales and stories are not real. They are made up by people that have no desire to learn the truth of the world. Such stories are nonsense and Poppycock!"

"But Klein just tells us the stories to entertain us. I feel much better when I am sad after hearing him tell me a story." Weiss would say with sadness in her voice. For all the stories just made her feel like anyone else.

"I WILL NOT have him telling lies and falsehoods to my children, Weiss!" You are a Schnee and you will lead the world because of how much we have advanced science and technology!" Her father would claim. "And as such you will not be led to believe such things! You are a SCHNEE, gods help us!"

"But father….." She started to reply, but was abruptly cut off.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled as he lifted his hand and slapped Weiss with the back of his hand. "I have said NO MORE OF THIS SENCELESS DRIVEL! There will be no more stories in my house!"

Weiss was saddened that she wasn't allowed to hear the stories any more. For she loved Klein more than her own father. To her this was a way to have fun as a little girl. It made her feel like she was the same as other children in the world. When the stories stopped so too did her childhood. For now she was forced to face what it meant to be a Schnee, and like it or not she was going to be the perfect Schnee! At least that's what her father swore he was going to make out of her!

As she got older she learned more and more about her father and the Schnee Dust Company. The more she learned the more she despised her father. She soon learned that some stories were bound in truth, such as the stories she would hear about her father. She swore as she got older that she was not going to let her family be dragged down and become a bad story, she was going to redeem her family by becoming a huntress.

But as she moved forward with these thoughts she lost sight of the old stories because of her obsession to be the best Schnee she could. The only stories that mattered now were the stories that were being told about how bad the family was becoming. Weiss soon became so involved with her teaching and public graces that she became cynical of all who would believe that fairy tales were true.

She had so much to relearn. And the time would come for this to begin soon enough.