Chapter three:: A Beacon in The Distance
A grey haired, bespectacled man wearing a green shirt overlaid by a black jacket stepped into the interrogation room, and walked up to the table that Summer was resting her head on. He stopped short of the edge of the table. "You have silver eyes." The man said in what Summer could only call a calm surprised tone.
Summer was more than a little confused about his rather obvious statement. "Ummm, y-yeah last time I looked anyways." The man stared at her like she was an oddity, like a unique specimen for a scientist to study.
"From what Miss Rose in the other room was able to tell us your name is Summer, no surname?" The man questioned, he looked very familiar to Summer, but she couldn't quite place where she recognized him, the man noticed her extended bout of silence, and his stare only increased tenfold.
'Oh what do I do, what do I do? Do I lie, and tell him my surname is something else like Violet or something, no that's too close to Rose.' Summer relented, and decided to just tell the man the truth, and if a question had her divulge more than she was willing to than she would omit information. "M-my full name is Summer R-rose sir." the man's eyes widened for a brief second, Summer thought if she blinked she would of missed it. His eyes flashed an emotion that she couldn't quite place. Was it anger? Or was it regret?
"Hm I do not know if this is an elaborate attempt to pull at my heartstrings, but Summer Rose has been dead for the past eleven years. Who are you really child, is this truly what you look like? Or is this but a ploy by someone hoping to endear you to me, by making you look like one of my most trusted colleagues? " Summer almost couldn't believe herself she was being accused of impersonating a dead woman just because they looked similar to each other, and they had the same name. Of course given the circumstances it seemed suspicious, and it called many questions that have been floating around in her head to the forefront of her mind ever since she saw the twins swords in the Weapons Weekly article. Though worst of all it was implied that she was a two bit imposter based on the outfit that she had painstakingly picked out to go along with the cloak her mentor had sewed for her.
"My name is actually Summer Rose, and my outfit of choice is no shoddy attempt to match the appearance of a dead woman that I have never laid my eyes on before. I chose my outfit to go along with this cloak, and any similarities to the Summer Rose that you know are purely coincidental." She stated with conviction.
The man pulled his scroll out from within his jacket, and pulled up a video of she, and Ruby fighting off Roman's goons. "Okay then, onwards to my next question. Where did a young girl who looks like she is just old enough to enroll into Signal Academy learn to fight like this?" The man asked sternly, but she could detect something else in his voice; however, she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was exactly. From the way the man kept looking at her, Summer couldn't help but feel as if she had insulted him somehow, and from her knowledge of the time she was not disobeying any customs, so Summer was left baffled as she struggled to think of the reason behind the man's gaze. She shuffled nervously in her seat, and repeatedly shifted her gaze from the man, to the smooth grey table beneath her.
"I learned f-from my m-mentor." Summer stuttered out. 'Why is this happening now I can talk to little kids no problem, but when it comes to things like this I feel like i'm going to have a heart attack.' She thought to herself as her heart pounded against her chest like thousands of small hammers.
"Your mentor just taught you offhand how to use one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?" He said accusingly as if it was a crime punishable by death, and for all Summer knew it could have been unless you had a permit or something during this time. She had never really bothered to ask Ruby why no ever tried to use a scythe like her, and she always wondered if there was specific reason as to why her mentor had decided to learn how to use a scythe.
"W-well she w-was a freelance h-huntress, and she didn't really report in m-much, but a scythe wasn't her m-main w-weapon she m-mainlly used a s-sword." Summer technically didn't lie she just swapped the sword, and the scythe around, and she never had to report because she was the headmistress of Beacon academy.
The man narrowed his eyes as if he didn't believe what she had said, but he brushed it off, and continued with his interrogation or at least what she believed to be an interrogation. "Another thing that has vexed my colleague, and I was the make of your scythe. It was created with a material that has never before been seen on the face of Remnant, and I was curious as to how you had acquired enough of it to create a whole weapon. Even the mechanisms in the scythe vastly differ from what is available now for most scythe wielders, so how did you acquire this material?" The man questioned, and Summer groaned inwardly of course they would notice the futuristic material her scythe was made out of, how could she be so stupid she had the sword that the Professor had given her, but no she had to use her scythe.
"W-well my m-mentor liked to t-tinker in her f-free time, and she developed a new way to craft her weapons, so s-she helped me build m-my scythe." The entire sentence was false. The material was created by an inventor in Mistral, and she had begged, whined, and pleaded to the Professor for so long that she had eventually snapped and allowed her to build her scythe on her own. The man narrowed his eyes once again, as if he knew she was lying.
"So where is your mentor now?" Summer's gaze shifted from the man's inquisitive eyes to the faded grey table in front of her, she briefly noted the fact that her hands which she had resting on the tables edge had been unconsciously balled into fists. Her expression must have been a good enough answer as the man almost instantaneously changed the subject with a new question. "So why is a young girl such as yourself training with such a dangerous weapon?" Summer's head shot up at the the man's question, and almost as if a switch had been flipped in her brain nearly every word in her vocabulary wanted to spill out of her mouth in order to regale the man with her number one goal in life, her ambition.
So With a gleam in her eye she gained only when talking about becoming a huntress Summer began her tale. "Well, sir I want to be a huntress. You see, since I turned fourteen this year I am now eligible to enter Signal Academy."
"You want to slay monsters?" Summer briefly paused in her tale as a massive wave of deja vu passed through her, she had heard those words before, but where, and from who? Professor Rose certainly never said that to her, Summer shook her head in order to clear her thoughts before returning her gaze to the man.
"Well yeah, I want to protect those that can't defend themselves, and when I enroll at Signal, and finish up there. I'm going to apply for Beacon, I was always taught to help people, and what better way is there than to be a huntress right? I mean the police are cool, and all, but hunters, and huntresses are so much more heroic, and exciting you know!" Summer practically squealed out with glee. The man's narrowed eyes softened at Summer's explanation.
Summer saw a small smile appear on his face "Do you know who I am?" The man asked her with a hint of amusement in his voice at her outburst.
Summer tapped her chin in thought before her mind had a sudden epiphany "You're Professor Ozpin the youngest person in the history of all Hunters to ever take the position of headmaster!" jubilantly exclaimed Summer as she finally put a name to the mysterious man.
"Pleasure to meet you." The man, no Ozpin said.
Being polite Summer pleasantly replied "It is nice to meet you as well Professor."
He placed his hands down on the table, and looked her dead in the eyes. "So you want to come to my school?" He asked her. Summer's eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth flopped open, and closed as she tried to form words.
She met the mysterious Professor's inquisitive gaze with her own tear filled visage. "More than anything in the world, it's what my mentor would have wanted." Even with her vision hindered by tears she could still make out the bright spark of hope that rested in the eyes of her reflection within the man's glasses.
Ozpin looked at her with a warm smile on his face "Well okay." He said simply, and left it at that. Summer's eyes if it was possibly were opened as wide as they could go... probably even further, and her eyes were deep silver pools of happiness. She was so excited she could die in content now that she was armed with the knowledge that not only was she able to enter Beacon before she had even had the chance to register in one of the basic combat academies. She was entering an advanced combat academy, with a large library she could use to research what Professor Rose had meant by protecting the seasons.
She wiped the tears from her eyes before voicing the one question that had rested at the forefront of her mind ever since he had offered to enroll her at Beacon. "Why? I haven't even entered a combat school I wouldn't even know what to do at Beacon. So why? Why would you want me in your school i'm just some kid with an obsession over weapons, and a giant scythe? I'm not special i'm just a normal girl with nothing special going for her."
He looked at her the same way Professor Rose did when she knew more than she was letting on, with the same warm smile on his face that she would have. "You underplay yourself to much Miss Rose, you helped stop an armed robbery, and performed at a level most could only dream of before entering a combat school. I feel if you were to enroll into Signal your talents would be wasted. That is the reason why I wish for you to attend Beacon Academy. I hope that is a sufficient answer for your question Miss Rose."
She listened to what he had to say before slowly going into a fit of excitement. "Thank you Professor, I mean that with all of my heart, and soul, I won't let you down!"
He stood up, and looked at her one more time as if she would disappear into thin air. The look confused her to no end, but she was too excited to care. She was going to Beacon. "Before I leave I must say your performance earlier at the park was quite enjoyable. But one question has been on my mind for sometime. May I question why you are covered in ash, and look like you have just survived an entire building burning down around you?" Ozpin asked.
Summer was snapped out of her coma of excitement, and blushed at the first comment 'he saw my performance oh no what does he think? What type of impression is that going to leave?' She snapped out of her thoughts when the question he had asked finally registered in her mind, and quickly grew nervous at the question being presented to her. "W-well there was this house burning down w-while I was walking i-in Vale, and I rushed in to save the family that was t-trapped in the building." Summer felt horrible for lying to her new headmaster, but she couldn't reveal that she was from the future unless she wanted them to think of her as insane, and lock her up in a padded room.
The way ozpin stared at her led her to believe that he didn't believe her. "Miss Rose if you are going to lie you might want to be a little bit more convincing or if possibly hide the real truth behind the truth." Summer stared at the back of Ozpin's head wondering to herself what was up with headmasters and headmistresses of schools giving vague, and cryptic advice to students.
"What does that even mean!" Summer whisper shouted to herself in exasperation.
With Ozpin's exit Summer assumed that it was okay to leave the room, and she sat up from her chair before she set off on her small journey out of the police station. As she walked a thought crossed her mind 'wait the dropships start taking students to Beacon in two days, what am I going to do in the mean time?'
To Summer those two days of waiting were ones of pure agony, from the constant struggle to find food. To even trying to fall asleep, those two days she had spent long nights staring at the night sky attempting in vain to shut out the visions of her world being consumed by magma, and the malevolent laughter that echoed in her head, and . In one of her attempts to fall asleep she had a rather pleasant dream. Or rather a memory of a lesson she had a few years ago. It was rather unique session with her mentor that made her realize a few things. One her mentor could make a metaphor out of almost anything, and it also made her realize just how important her dream was to become a huntress, and protect those who couldn't protect themselves. The only unfortunate part of her dream was that she was awoken by its unfortunate aftermath as it split off from her memory. Summer sighed, and checked a clock that she could see through a window in the alley that she had claimed as hers, and saw that she had only been asleep for ten minutes. She sat there, and memories from that lesson started to flood her mind as she looked up towards the night sky just like she had done all the previous times she tried to gain purchase in the land of dreams.
Summer was standing on the cliff faced towards the Emerald Forest, the forest sprawled out in almost every direction. Below her sat a destroyed temple, Professor Rose said it was sort of intact until she had her initiation where it was destroyed by a Nevermore. She wondered to herself why Professor Rose had brought her here to look out at the forest. She stared out at the rolling expanse of green, and squinted her eyes as if she were trying to see something really small. After a few more minutes she eventually gave up, and turned towards her mentor. "Alright Professor Rose, i'm stumped what are we looking for?"
Professor Rose stood next to Summer, and looked calmly out towards the forest. She was at least a head taller than her. Her red cloak blew erratically in the wind behind her, with her hood down her hair swayed back, and forth like wild grass. To Summer it only increased her coolness factor by about three hundred percent, even though Professor Rose was already the coolest huntress ever, and had broken her scale of coolness a long time ago.
Professor Rose smiled her eyes crinkled a little bit, but they never left the peaceful forest in front of her. "You mean you don't see it Summer?"
"See what? It's just a bunch trees and old ruins with Grimm wandering around in it...Oh no" She scrunched her face up in annoyance. "This isn't one of those things where you turn this into a metaphor again is it? Is everything you see a metaphor?"
Professor Rose's head tilted back in laughter. Her laugh chimed through the air, and reminded Summer of symphony bells. "You know Summer not everything I bring you to look at is going to be a metaphor for something, I mean if you thought hard enough you can compare anything to a deeper meaning." She stretched her arms out wide towards the forest "The trees out there could represent the solidarity of our kingdom, and the deep rooted values of defending the innocent." She turned her back towards Beacon. "And the walkways at Beacon could represent the paths we must walk to reach our goals." She stared off into the distance as if she was looking for something "Beacon academy, Signal, all of the combat schools represent the bright lights that stand against the darkness that are the Grimm."
Summer looked at her in awe, she just created all of those metaphors at the drop of a hat, and each metaphor struck a chord in her very being. Professor Rose swept her arm over the forest again "Now Summer you can't guess the meaning behind why I brought you here to today?"
"Not if you want to stand here all week." Summer joked
Professor Rose placed a hand on Summer's shoulder "You know, you're a lot more brilliant than you give yourself credit for Summer, at least give it a try."
Summer gave her a halfhearted nod of her head, and stared back out towards the forest. She looked at all of the trees, their leaves swayed gently in the wind. From where she was she could see birds flying through the canopy of trees, and Grimm meander about waiting for prey. Yet she couldn't find a deeper meaning behind it all, really it was just a forest.
Still she didn't want to disappoint her mentor, and took a shot in the dark. "Well you see the trees represent the peace, and unity between all of the kingdoms. The animals in the forest represent the people we the hunters, and huntresses are supposed to protect. The shadows the trees cast represent the creatures of Grimm encroaching upon the kingdoms, and threatening the people that reside within."
"Hmmm" Professor Rose pondered "That is a very interesting answer Summer."
Summer looked at her mentor in hope "Did I get it right?" Surprise filled her voice.
"Not quite," Summer's head fell in disappointment. "But I will admit that is an interesting perspective I never really thought of it like that. No, what this forest really represents is something way less complicated than you might believe. This forest represents how you must enjoy the simpler things. Take a moment away from all of the chaos, and take a deep breath, and relax as the events of nature go on around you. Just like when we go, and sit beneath that one tree in the clearing we train in. What I want you to take from this Summer is that you don't have to rush to grow up, nothing special is awarded to you, and if you go too fast sometimes you might run the risk of losing sight of where you are going. Take it from me Summer I learned it the hard way that there is no advantage to hurrying through life. So it's best if you take the time to look at the simple things, and spend that brief moment enjoying life to its fullest.
Summer sighed "I promise Professor I won't rush ahead to far, and I guess it's a good thing you told me I probably would have never of guessed that." She took another look out towards the forest "Although now that I look at it, it seems kind of obvious."
Professor Rose laughed "Don't worry Summer: your answer was still insightful, just because someone else sees something one way doesn't mean you have to see it their way too or that it is the only way. Everyone has their own interpretation of something, for all you knew that could have been the exact interpretation of what this represents." She put her arm over Summer's shoulders as she led her away from the cliffside.
"While we are on the topic of enjoying the simpler things why don't we go down into the clearing, and enjoy nature. Maybe if you're lucky i'll grab us some strawberries on our way there."
Summer's head perked up at the mention of strawberries, and spending time with her mentor just relaxing "Does this mean we're done for the day? We haven't even done combat training." Summer asked.
"Not everything about being a huntress is combat Summer, you need to enjoy what you have at the moment because in the future you might regret that you never cherished or enjoyed what you had or the people you were with." Professor Rose said in a wistful tone.
As they walked the sun gleamed on Summer's face, but she was to busy mulling over her mentor's words to really revel in its warmth. They walked through the courtyard of the school; teachers, and students alike were greeting the Professor as they walked by. Eventually they reached a path that would take them down towards the forest below. They never did reach the path; however, as the wind began to pick up , and clouds began to cover the clear sky. The earth shook, and split open, and Professor Rose shoved her away before she fell into the endless abyss. Summer screamed out her name like it would bring her back to life. The tempest of wind blew her cloak erratically to, and fro, she backpedaled as more, and more of the land tore away from the cliff. She stumbled as she turned to run, but she caught herself, she ran past fleeing students attempting to avoid the balls of fire that rained down from the sky. When she reached the courtyard she stumbled over some debris, and landed on her hands, and knees. when she opened her eyes she was greeted with a pair of dark boots she looked up, and all that she saw was the empty hood of the woman like figure shrouded in shadow. "Well hello there little Rose are you lost." The figure said in mock concern, before a shadow lashed out, and impaled itself in her leg trapping her.
Summer was very aware that her dream had just turned into a nightmare "L-leave me a-alone, y-your not real." Summer whimpered to reassure herself more than anything.
The figure once again let out a malevolent laugh that caused shivers to course throughout Summer's entire body "I am more real than you can ever imagine little Rose, and if I wasn't real then would I be able to do this?" The figure rammed her hand through Summer's chest similar to how she had killed the Professor. "Sleep tight little Rose this future is doomed, no matter what you do to fight against me it will never be enough, no matter how hard you try you will always fail."
This is where she had jumped awake, and prepared to fight the figure that she had seen; however, the only thing that she had managed accomplish was to scare off an alley cat that had gotten curious about her presence. Summer looked up at the sky only to see that the sun was beginning to rise. Who knew that being lost in thought could pass the time so quickly. Summer put her head in her hands before she allowed some tears to fall "What am I going to do? Was that figure in my dream right was I just going to fail? If I can't even successfully fall asleep then how am I going to defeat something that destroyed the entire world?" A vision of a smiling Professor Rose flashed through her mind "No I will not fail. The Professor is counting on me, and everyone from the future of Remnant is counting on me. I will not fail no matter what I just have to take another step forward towards my goal, and not let anything stop me from protecting the lives of Remnant." Summer said to herself to psyche her up for her up for her long long walk towards the shuttle bay.
If anyone were to give an opinion of her they would probably say that Summer is playing the part of a professional zombie. As she shambled inside the shuttle, still wearing her ash, and grime covered clothing. The sleep deprivation probably did not help her cause one bit as people moved in wide arcs to avoid her. Summer was already one step ahead of them though as she tried to find the most secluded spot on the ship. She spotted an area where everyone seemed to avoid like the plague, but a girl with a black bow in her equally black hair sat slumped against the wall reading a book. Summer huffed in defeat as she looked for another spot, but she was bumped into by a boy in armor holding his mouth as he puked into a trashcan next to her. "A-are you o-okay?" Summer asked the boy generally worried for his well being "A-are you n-nervous because I-I know I a-am." Summer rambled on she didn't even know why she was still standing there, but she saw the people around her give that area a wide berth while the boy continued to empty his guts into the trashcan.
The boy lifted his head from the trashcan, and looked at her before stepping back a bit at her appearance. "Yeah I'm fine, just a little motion sickness thanks for asking. If you really want to know i'm really freaking nervous too, but we're going to Beacon Academy so who wouldn't. By the way if you don't mind me asking, what is your name? Mine's Jaune, Jaune Arc, short sweet rolls off the tongue ladies love it."
Summer giggled at this "I b-bet they d-do Jaune , my names Summer it's a pleasure to m-meet you." She said as she stuck her arm out for a handshake.
"It's nice to meet you to Summer, that is one of my favorite seasons you know." He said returning the handshake.
"S-so we're B-beacon bound huh who knows we m-might end u-up on the s-same team." As she said that the ship hit some more turbulence before coming down for a landing, and she could see Jaune's cheeks swell out like a chipmunk as he tried in vain to keep his vomit in his mouth. As soon as the door opened both of them were rushed out of the airship by the crowd separating the two. As she was pushed further away from Jaune she could hear the sound of vomit hitting a solid surface off in the distance. So she could only assume Jaune had made it to a trashcan.
She finally escaped the stream of people exiting the ship, and could only stare on in amazement at the place she had called her home for a majority of her life. She smiled sadly at this thought. "Home isn't as far away as I thought, the school even looks almost the same as it does in the future. Only a couple of differences, it's like I'm right back at home just different students, and teachers."
She could feel the stares of her soon to be classmates burn themselves into her back as the silently judged her appearance. Some white haired girl who seemed very familiar seemed to stare at her in disdain when she glanced over at her, and after her brief encounter via eye contact Summer flipped up her hood out of nervousness. As she walked towards the orientation hall she heard an explosion, and saw the white haired girl covered in soot yelling at Ruby. Summer just shook her head at the memory of the Professor regaling her with the tale of the time she blew up in Beacon's courtyard.
She Walked into the orientation hall only to be met with the sight of the Professor's older sister as she looked around the room in boredom before her gaze finally settled on her She looked away for a brief moment, and did a double take before she looked back at her. From where she stood Summer could see Yang force her way through the crowd towards her. Startled slightly Summer started to disappear into the crowd in order to evade Yang. When she stopped running she ended up next to a bubbly orange haired girl wearing a white shirt with a heart cut out in the middle, and a stoic black haired boy with a magenta streak in it, wearing a green coat.
From where she stood Summer could hear Yang call out to Ruby, and tell her she just saw the strangest thing, but was interrupted as Ruby started to rant about her encounter with the white haired girl. A scant few moments later the white haired girl whose name she still couldn't place started to yell at Ruby. When Ozpin, and the woman from the Dust shop stepped onto the stage, she tuned out the trios argument, and looked towards the stage with rapt attention. "I'll keep this brief. You all congregate here today in search of knowledge, and to hone your crafts. I look out amongst all of you, and see wasted energy in need of a purpose, a direction. You assume that knowledge will free you from these aimless wanderings, but your time at Beacon will only prove that the knowledge you have gained will only carry you so far, and it is up to you to take that first step forward." This speech was completely different from the one Ruby usually gives. Hers is cheerful, and inspiring, but, this left a foreboding chill that crawled throughout her body.
The woman from the Dust shop stepped forward immediately after Ozpin had finished his speech, and told everyone that they were all going to sleep in the ballroom tonight. All around her Summer could hear people talk about Ozpin's strange speech, but she simply ignored it in favor of walking to the ballroom. She saw Ruby, Yang, and the white haired girl whose name was on the tip of Summer's tongue, but for the life of her she could not remember the girl's name. They all seemed to fall in behind her as they saw that she seemed to know where to go. When Summer chanced a look over her shoulder she noticed Yang, and Ruby holding themselves back from running up, and questioning her.
The ballroom, Summer had many memories of her first lessons with Ruby in there. Her first lesson in combat was not actually learning how to fight, but to dance. She had told Summer that when you fought you needed to have good footwork, and that dancing would help develop the footwork, and coordination needed in a fight. As she walked towards a secluded spot the memory began to play in her mind.
"Professor Rose what are we doing in the ballroom?" Summer asked indignantly, but also in wonder at seeing another part of Beacon she had never seen before.
Professor Rose laughed at the expression Summer was making. "We my dearest young student are going to learn how to dance."
A confused look crossed Summer's face "Why are we going to learn how to dance? I thought you were going going to be showing me how to fight against the Grimm?"
Professor Rose smiled down at her young student "All in due time Summer, first you need to develop footwork, and coordination that is why we are going to learn how to dance." She ruffled Summer's hair which caused her to pout "If it makes you feel better I hated this part too when I was training. My uncle Qrow did the same thing, he told me he would teach me how to fight, and instead he taught me how to dance. After he taught me he made me navigate through some strange course while I was dancing. He wouldn't even let me handle a weapon until I made it through the course flawlessly."
"How long did it take you to do it perfectly?" Summer asked out of curiosity.
She let out a little laugh when she remembered all of her failed attempts " It took about two months or so until I finally got the dancing down completely, and another month to get through the course completely."
Summer groaned in defeat "This will take me forever it's going to take at least a year, you finished it so fast because you're so awesome, but i'm just me so it's going to take forever."
Professor Rose pulled her young student into a reassuring hug and said to her "You doubt yourself too much Summer, you're going to grow up, and be just as awesome or even more awesome then I ever was. I bet you will even get the dancing down faster than I did. you're a brilliant child Summer, you don't need to continuously doubt yourself." She moved Summer so she was staring into her eyes, and smiled "Now let's get on with dancing shall we."
Summer smiled as the memory came to an end, when she was learning how to dance with Professor Rose it was probably the most fun she had ever had when she was a little girl. The most fun she had ever had period was when she either built her scythe or when she had used the Professor's lessons to teach her small group of friends how to dance. At the thought of her friends the smile fell from her face, and she sighed "I hope I am able to go back, and see them again after this is all over. I miss them, and I miss the Professor, I even miss the Schnee kid Eis who acts like he is better than everyone." Eis... her least favorite person in the world, and Winter Schnee's son who was in his third year at Beacon before the world was plunged into chaos. He had constantly picked on her when ever she was near him, though now that she thought about it he always did help her in his own way... she never did find out why he never went to Atlas Academy.
Summer let out another sigh as she closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind so she could fall asleep. Her slumber did not last long; however, as she jolted awake, the sight of magma played in her vision, and the sound of the malevolent laughter echoed from within her head. She stood up, and walked towards the door of the ballroom to stare up at the night sky like she had done for the previous two nights, hoping to clear her mind. When she opened the door she felt a crisp cool breeze caress her skin, she walked down one of the pathways to her right where she ended up next to a large tree that she was quite familiar with. Back in the future she would spend some of her free time reading a book beneath it, or sometimes she would just lay on her back, and stare up at the clouds as they lazily trundled their way across the sky. All While she ruminated over what her mentor had taught her that day.
She slumped to the ground, laid down on her back, and stared up into the night sky wondering what the next day would bring her. Her thoughts strayed towards the cryptic words Professor Rose had said to her. What does she mean protect the seasons all I could find on the seasons were a story about some spirits that control the seasons in an old Mistralian mythology book, and a fairytale about the seasonal Maidens. For a moment Summer thought that that was what the Professor was actually talking about, but she quickly wrote it off by how absurd it sounded. Even to her own ears, and she had just traveled through time, one thing once thought impossible. So she considered herself as the expert of detecting how absurd something sounded.
Summer lazily thrusted her arm into the air "First day at Beacon, and I have already got people staring at me like I'm some sort of freak, like that white haired girl. On the bright side I think I made a friend so that's one friend, and one minus friend because I think that white haired girl doesn't like me. So friendship scale went from one hundred to zero real quick. What a fantastic day today am I right!" She said with mock enthusiasm.
The sun began to rise over the horizon which signaled to Summer that she had spent yet another night wide awake. 'Time really flies when you think doesn't it?' She stood up, and walked in the direction of the communal showers that they were supposed to use before they got assigned a dorm, and wondered if they were open for the early risers. "Finally!" Summer thought to herself "I can finally get rid of all this grime that has been clinging to my skin for the past two days, though I guess my clothes will have to wait for a bit."
Summer flipped up the hood of her cloak out of habit as she wondered how the events of today would play out. Would they be the same from the Professor's initiation when she took it or would they be different now that she was participating? Summer shrugged to herself only time will tell if anything changes.