I Do Not Own RWBY, Or the two stories this is based off of.
A Force Unlike Any Other, A Human Turned God, Freed From Mortal Constraints
Once a long time ago there was a simple girl with a simple soul, she had a team, a family.
Bright, Cold, Dark, Hot
She played a game, not knowing who she was against.
The game broke her, molded her into a fragment of what she once was.
Her family still loved her, hoped to fix her, failed to fix her.
She came back, but not whole.
Yet they still believed.
Bits and pieces of what she once was, but she did what she could to save her family.
She asked them to run.
So, believing in her they left.
She broke the rules, and through some miracle found them solace.
But she knew it would not last.
She found another one, far less tainted then herself, less then her world
She named herself after another, someone she was told was once a mother, her mother.
She gave her eyes, all to give them a chance.
She had the advantage.
She had already played the game
She was still in the game.
So she talked, made deals, made peace, made war.
Gave hope.
All while she never had any.
She found another, One like her.
Broken yet together, like a reflection on a once shattered mirror
A matching abyss that stared back.
One fell in love, One decided that she was worth saving.
So One hatched a plan
And so when the game decided it had enough with the rules being broken.
One saved her.
And her family.
She didn't know why, but she took it.
But would it work this time?
She knew she was losing her grip.
She started to fall apart, her family knew this.
Despite her experiences, she was making mistakes.
Slipping more, and more.
Mistake after mistake
And soon it would be her time.
Then it was
Her family had to tear her apart
And she was burned
But a new game was starting, with One new player.
And soon that One figured it out.
The rules to the game, the way One could make new rules.
The way she could stay with them, Cold, Dark, Hot, Colorful.
Granted it was a long shot, but One had done far worse with less.
Remembering a god's dalliance with a human.
Knowing a goddess's pact with her.
A fragment was all she needed.
And it was there, not much but just enough for a spark.
So in the ashes of her, One played everyone for the fool
And the Huntress was born.
She alone flipped the balance of power, a careful balancing act suddenly torn asunder
The Huntress claimed her spot, eyes shining with a haunting glow.
Not of His cleansing Silver light
Nor of Her corrupted incandescent Red.
The Huntress's eyes, held neither.
But yet, they also held both.
Her eyes each held His Silver iris, and she had Her Red Pupil.
And like her One paternal goddess.
The One who loved her, the One who saved the Huntress
They would flip every now and then.
Showing the duality of a human, of a god, of something the Huntress once was.
A view of something kind, yet horrid.
The loving one, the hating one.
She had faded away, but the Huntress was there.
The Huntress has control, the Huntress will make this right.
Hey! I'm Alive! I had/have zero energy to work on Slow, So it is on hiatus for now. I Will continue it, but only when I feel the drive. Anyway, I Based this on both Butterflies, and Chrysalis. while the ending is mine, unless I somehow managed to guess what happens which would be kinda funny. I did not ask Sanguinem Rosa if I could make this so if they see this and ask that I take it down I am fine with that. But if you see it and you like it Sanguinem Rosa, then thanks.