Yang
Me and Qrow got up early for our trip up to the Northern Mountains. We had a quick breakfast of sweets and pastries (One thing about Qrow you have to know is that Qrow loves to give people sweets) and bacon. As soon as we got done, we put our coats and hats and headed out to the mountains. Even with the threat of my hair getting stuck on the twigs I continued forward without putting my hair into a ponytail. Qrow had brought along a gun, not his scythe, which would've been cool to see him use against the monsters. "It's cold out here Qrow. Can we turn back?" I whined. I was never a person who liked the cold. "Of course not Yang. We must press on." He said in a rather amusing and adventurous voice.
We continued walking for an hour until we came to a clearing, not too far from the village in the mountains. Qrow decided to stop and get our bearings. He sat down on a log, while I went to a river running through the woods. I found a log to sit on as I heard the water rushing down the stream. I wondered about the conversation me and him had the other night about causing harm to anybody. I knew that Qrow was a nice guy, but I could never see him being a soldier and I could defiantly not see him kill a faunus, little more kill a human being. But all the questions I had for him only raised more answers. Who are the faunus? And why did they declare war on humans. Qrow had claimed that the war was before I was ever born so I don't know. "Yang! Come quick!" Qrow yelled urgently in the distance.
I ran faster than I ever ran before. The trees were nothing more than a blur to me as I entered the clearing. Qrow was in the clearing, kneeling next to a red bush. Why was there a red bush right in the middle of the clearing? I noticed a small trail behind the bush. Qrow was looking at it with a questioned look on his face. He instantly put the gun on the ground and moved toward the end of the bush. He raised up the end and I was expected to see the ground but I was shocked.
It was a small girl. No older than five, maybe younger. What first got my attention was her skin. It was deathly pale and not healthy looking skin, although Qrow claimed that the people who lived up here often had pale skin. The next thing I noticed was her hair. It was simply a mess. It was black, but on the end were red markings, like they were stained in blood. Qrow turned the girl over so here back was on the ground.
"Poor thing. She must have ran through the forest wearing no shoes at all." Said Qrow. I noticed what he meant. Her clothes looked like a potato sack with holes cut in so the arms and legs would go through. On her waist was a small kid sized belt. It was black and on it was the drawing of a rose petal. Her feet were red and bloodied. "Is she dead?" I asked. The girl was not moving in the slightest so I thought she was dead. "No, she's not but she has severe hypothermia. We need to get her inside the cabin before it gets worse." He said. Qrow told me that the village would have to wait as we would have to go to the cabin and have her rest.
As we walked back to the cabin, I noticed that the red on the girl's back was in fact a cape. It felt like the finest fabric went into the making of the cape. When we walked in the cabin, Qrow immediately put the girl on the couch and covered her in a red and gold blanket. Qrow pulled up a seat and started to monitor her condition. "I will pay attention to her Yang. You go up and get some sleep. I might need your help when she wakes up." He said. "Who is she? Do you know her uncle?" He looked at me and said he did not but something told me that this girl bared a resemblance to someone he knew. I instantly went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
The screaming woke me up. "MOMMY! I WANT MY MOMMY!" Screamed this little girl. She must have powerful lungs. I ran down stairs and saw the girl struggling in bed as my uncle held her, not wanting for the girl to hurt herself or make her condition worse. I noticed her eyes. They were sliver, like bright sliver. Qrow looked over at me. "Yang get me the medicine!" He screamed. He typical used the medicine to relive any emotional outburst. I grabbed the syringe he had. I felt so sorry for this five year old. Here she was, screaming bloody murder for her mom and we were about to give her medicine through a syringe.
As soon as we had gotten the syringe in her arm, she calmed down immensely. "Poor girls in shock. Don't know why, but she seemed to be in emotional situation involving her mother." He said. The girl was staring to go to sleep when Qrow came up to her. She was not in her blanket and now in her cape. That cape must have been insulated on the inside. "Hello, my name is Qrow. What is your name? Don't worry; we are not going to hurt you." Qrow said in a reassuring voice. The girl said her name just as she went to sleep. "My…name…is…Ruby…Rose…" She finally said as her eyes closed and she went to sleep.