Disclaimer: Harry Potter and RWBY do not belong to me.
We were walking in the endless void at the edge of death, silent and weary. We had been walking for years, maybe hours, or seconds. Our strength was flagging when we heard it, a plea that reached across the divide, a wish on a dying breath. It was a torn and ragged thing, desperate yet resigned to not being answered.
It was enough to anchor us.
It was enough to bring us into the world.
It was enough to save us.
We would answer his wish to the best of our abilities.
He would name us.
He would live through us.
It was an oath on our tired, unfortunate souls.
And the Rose tree bloomed with our entry into this world,
For good or ill.
I like to believe we made the world more interesting myself.