AN. Just a reminder on the names of Rubys personalities and to tell you that whenever any of them are speaking to Ruby in her head, it will be "bold italic with speech marks".

Heureux = Happy

Tristesse = Sad

Craintif = Scared

Fâchée = Angry

Folie = Mad

So, as I said, here I am, in the middle of vale city, in the dead of the night, when some stranger who was once beat up by my sister comes along and aims a gun at my chest.

Precisely as I planned.

I let Folie take over for a moment, knowing she could keep up the innocent act without seeming overly eager like a certain happy personality.

"Hey! That was only the one time, and look what good came of it, you made two new friends within the white fang and one of them is still acting as your informant," Heureux said.

"She's got ya Rubes, although it was certainly a pain to start off with,"

"Sorry Fâchée," apologised Heureux, working with a depressed looking Tristesse and a worried Craintif to calm her down.

We could all hear when Folie started talking.

"Are you… Robbing me?" she asked confused.

"Yes," the man replied, already caught up in the madness, semblance not even active apart from its passive form.

"Ohh," Folie said before kicking him through the open window and strolling to the front of the store and out into the street, followed by both Torchwick and his men, all the while humming an old childhood lullaby.

They were really pathetic, so we dealt with them easily.

"You were worth every cent, truly you were. So red," Roman said, calling to me, the crazy little girl who was idly cleaning the blood from her nails, a red box flashing from her waist as she turned to him, so he continued, "I must say I am honestly quite impressed. You took down twelve armed and trained men in a matter of seconds. Unfortunately, I have to go now, but if you ever want a job… well, I'll catch you on the flip side red,"

He fired a powerful dust round at the girl but was shocked into standing still as she batted it aside with her hand and replied laughingly, switching between herself and Heureux.

"Maybe one day Torchwick, but I'll tell you this; you should leave vale. Travel to Mantle or Mistral, anything to get away from Cinder. She is trouble for you and your sister, so leave, run. The lady she works for, can scare Cinder merely by entering a room, this says a lot about your position, doesn't it. I'll tell you what, if you drop the dust in your pocket, and then run, as fast as you can to another kingdom, even of only to rob dust stores there, I won't decapitate you where you stand. Unless, of course, you want a new head and don't like your current one. I have a few spares lying around at home somewhere, and would love a new one to add to my collection," Heureux said, tapping in to Folie at the end.

"You're crazy, you know that?" he said, shaking slightly and running for the rooftop to make his escape.

"Not me, that's Folie, but I wouldn't go running to cinder if I were you, she is a terrible and useless get-away driver, and you'll probably end up driving yourself. I remember the first time we met, and she tried to run away, and she put the bullhead in reverse. Don't ask how it's possible, she managed to do it. And also, look in front of you," disappearing and reappearing in Romans line of sight, using my speed semblance, Folie stepped to the side and said, "You see, there's no escape from me, though maybe from cinder and her pathetic driving. That is all, you are dismissed, you may go now,"

Taking that as his queue, which it was, he ran and jumped into the bullhead that was rising unsteadily behind Folie. As he jumped in and took the handle, its previous driver stepping out to defend the ship, Fâchée spoke up, vines encircling the bullhead and said in a low and mockingly gentle tone, "Hello Cinder. It's nice to see you again. Ripped out anyone else's aura recently? Or was it just Ambers?"

"Hello Red, or should I say, Heureux?" Cinder replied, hoping to catch her off guard.

"No, that's my sister you bloody idiot, get it right! I'm not training to be a bloody huntress only for people to get my bloody name wrong! I didn't go up to you and say 'Hiya Cindy! How's Torchy?' Did I?!"

"I suppose not," she said chuckling before hurling glass at her, only for it to be blocked and trapped by the vines, before continuing, "Who are you then?"

"That is for me to know, and you to agonise over, but I'll give you a clue, there is six of me," Fâchée answered mysteriously, swerving around the exploding ground, before firing shots at the stationary bullhead, "Now, it is time for you lot to leave. You should make it about three kilometres from here if my aim is correct as I think you'll find my vines have ripped out you engine and your propeller blades. But do not think that me letting you escape is mercy. I merely need you to deliver a message to your superior," at this she coiled her vines, changing to Craintif as they hurled the bullhead into the air and said, strengthening her fear wavelength, "Tell her, 'Ruby says hi,'"

And with that, they were gone, another huntress showing up at the last moment to hear the words spoken, and freezing when she heard the name. Sensing that there was someone who could harm us behind her with her super sharp senses, Heureux took over, and turned to the huntress saying as innocently and childishly as she could muster (which is quite), "You're a huntress! Can I have your autograph?"

This lady was the deputy at Beacon, and a famous and powerful huntress, known throughout Remnant for her telekinetic semblance and short temper. Her name, is Glynda Goodwitch, not someone I want to mess with on a bad day… yet.

Ruby: Mum, it worked, Ozpin is on his way and Glynda is telling me off, what do I do?

Mum: See if you can get away with Carmine Riesa, if not, go with Ruby Riesa Branwen, do not tell him your last name, under any circumstances, he must not link us. Take off your cloak, change your hair, hide Crescent Rose and act like a toned down and responsible version of Yang. Are you wearing your red contacts?

Ruby: yep, I'm unrecognisable except to those who know me.

Summer: Good. I've already contacted Yang, Tai and Raven and they know what's happening. You really should have waited until you were 17 to go to Vale, there are people there who will not be as… accepting as the people in Patch, especially now…

Ruby: I know mum, I know. But I don't think anyone will recognise me looking as I am now, at most they'll think 'Branwen, stay away' and leave. But if they don't, I have Tai and Ravens numbers memorised in case confirmation is needed. Besides, the way my personalities are acting, a change of outfit is all I really need.

Summer: I thought as much, but seriously, avoid Ozpin at all costs, I love you.

Ruby: I know, love you too mum. Got to go, he's coming

Closing my scroll and doing as I was instructed, removing my cloak and tying up my hair, I sat with a slightly laid back posture, wearing my black singlet and combat jeans, leather boots peeking out, a red rose vine snaking up the toe and along the side of my jeans and singlet. My cloak was being kept in my pack for the moment and my numerous weapons and other miscellaneous items stored in pouches attached to the belt around my waist, Crescent Rose at my back.

"So you are the huntress that fought Roman Torchwick and the mysterious huntress in the ship, tell me, why did you let them get away?" the old professor asked.

Going with what was close to the truth, I answered, "I needed her to send a message to her superiors and Roman Torchwick was the only one in that bullhead capable of driving that far without crashing, and sure, technically I ripped out their engine, but they still got a couple of miles closer to their destination then they would, had Cinder been driving. But also, I am not a huntress,"

"So you are a freelance fighter?" he asked, curious.

"Not even, I am a fifteen-year-old huntress in training, currently in her second year at Signal, I will be starting my third this year,"

"You can't be serious," Glynda whispered under her breath, so that none could hear her. Except me.

"Oh," he murmured, eyes gleaming, before continuing, "So who is this Cinder you mentioned?" obviously hiding something.

"She is someone working for someone bad. Here," I answered, removing a file from my bag and handing it to him to read later, "I think you'll find her quite the character, but I sense that's not what you meant to ask,"

"Clever girl. I don't believe we've been properly introduced, my name is Professor Ozpin, and you are…?"

"Carmine. Carmine Riesa," I answered, trying, unsuccessfully, not to give away the lie.

"No it isn't, what is it really?" he asked unflinchingly.

"Fine, it's Ruby Branwen, Riesa is my middle name," I tried again, this time convincing him.

"Then why did you tell me an alias?"

"My mother, Raven, always told me to keep my identity a secret, so I had to try. But I figured you would know that, you aren't the headmaster of Beacon for nothing, huh,"

He chuckled somewhat before saying, "We have much more to discuss on this matter, but it is late, so I will ask you one last question, Do you want to come to my school?"

"Yes, in two years I will be applying for Beacon to join my sister who is starting this year, it's my dream to become a huntress someday like mum and dad,"

"Well okay then, I will see you at the start of next term at initiation. You are being moved ahead two years, in case I wasn't clear,"

"Merde," I cursed.

"Pardon?"

"Il n'est rien, I mean it's nothing," I said, covering up quickly.

"Well, I am afraid I must leave, but I will need to interview you after initiation as you did not apply the normal way, good day miss Branwen, or should I say, good night," as soon as he left, and I was set free, I kicked my speed semblance into overdrive and made it to Patch within the hour.

"Hey mum?" I said quickly, so she could not answer, then continued even faster, almost activating my semblance, "When I ran into Ozpin he at first thought I was a huntress then a freelance then I explained I am a student and he moved me up two years so I'm attending Beacon this year and there is nothing I can do about it because I've already been accepted and it's all been arranged which sucks because my personalities are in the middle of their change and I ran into Cinder again and I think Glynda heard me mention myself as Ruby so I went with Ruby as my name and I don't know what to do Help me!"

"Merde," was all mum said before sitting down on the couch, changing her mind, then lying down.

"That's what I said,"

"Huntresses do not curse Ruby. Though that was the appropriate moment so I will forgive you this time, and probably many times in the near future. Maybe I can convince Ozpin…"

"No mama. You are supposed to be dead. Salem killed you fifteen years ago, you leaving no heir. If Ozpin found out about you, he'd take the both of us away and we'd never get to live whatever we call normal lives. You told me yourself, that until I'm seventeen, we can never reveal ourselves, because the prophecy Salem left when she turned dark said that 'before the daughter of Ruby's heir turned seventeen, I will be returned to light, and my family and love shall be restored,' that is why we hide, because until then, neither of us are safe. Now that she's dark, she'll not want the light until she is returned, you told me this, and that Ozpin will never let us go after her if he knew,"

"I know Ruby, I know. But there is something I haven't told you. Only Qrow and I know this, but, Salem had a daughter. A daughter named Ruby, who had a daughter named Summer, who had a daughter named Ruby. Salem Rose is your great grandmother, and Ozpins wife, meaning he is your great grandfather. But he thinks I am dead, and you non-existent,"

"But then why not tell him? If he is family, then can't we trust him?"

"Because Ruby, he is only one half of a whole. When my mother was born, there were a few… problems. Salem was dying and the only one who could save her was Ozpin, and he could only do it by halving his own soul, and giving it to her, effectively saving her life, and linking his together with hers. This means that forty-odd years later, he still loves her, even though she turned dark, and if one dies, so does the other. If we are to save her, not only must we reawaken her happy, but we must reunite her with Ozpin, who cannot go near her due to a protection curse/spell,"

"So we can't tell him because he'll lock us up, run off to Salem, then be killed by the spell, effectively killing dear old sweet kind grandma,"

"That about sums it up,"

"Merde,"

"Absolutely,"

"So" I ask, "What do we do?"

"You go to Beacon, find a strong team, find Salem, make her happy, and all without your principal knowing your motives, along with preferably dispatching with the white fang, cinder, her henchmen, and James and his lieutennant. Preferably the current Jack Frost of dust, that Schnee fellow," mama answered.

"Whilst you do what exactly? And what's wrong with Ironwood? I though you were on good terms with him?"

"I will be taking care of the information and tech end of things. And, it's not so much Ironwood, more that Schnee brat, Winter. I think she keeps hitting on Qrow,"

"Mum! Winter seemed nice enough when we last spoke to her, she knows that you're married to him so I don't see the problem, you're just jealous, besides, her sister seemed really nice as well, and it's not often I get to make friends. Speaking of them though, I'm so glad they're with us on this, it sure makes life easier with the warmer side of the Schnee family and the Atlas military backing us up,"

I think back to when we first met. Jeepers creepers that was funny.

BOOM!

"He he he, sorry sis," the younger looking girl in white mumbled to her annoyed, and slightly scorched sister, "You should know by now that glass + dust + me = boom,"

"Why would you carry dust in a glass vial anyway? It's not like it keeps it safe or anything, it just looks pretty," Heureux said, bouncing over to the two as another figure exited the mostly white (but now slightly blackened) Atlas cruiser.

The man started to speak, and the two snow-women stood straighter, "You must be miss Ruby Rose, am I correct? Where is your mother?"

"Who are you how do you know my name and I don't know who you're talking about!" Craintif shouted, turning completely invisible and hiding behind the white girls.

"Now Ruby, what have I said about turning invisible and shouting at guests," my mother said before Ironwood could question Craintif, "Ironwood, as lovely as it is to see an old friend, why did you have to bring white and whiter along with you?"

"Because Winter here overheard our conversation and blabbed to her sister about Ruby here, so I thought, why not bring both of them? I reckon the three girls here will get along swimmingly. But let us talk inside, there are some things we need to discuss in private. You two Qrow," Ironwood said, glancing towards the bird sitting in the nearby tree.

As the two left to talk, I came out from behind the white girls and turned visible again, tapping into angry and dragging my eavesdropping sister out from behind the bushes with my vines.

"Yang! What do you think you're doing?! Eavesdropping on us like that! How could those idiot adults not have noticed when you sneezed! Uh, some people!" Fâchée yelled, before turning into Heureux and gravitating Yang towards the white girls, "Hello white and whiter! I am Heureux— I mean Ruby. This is my cousin/sister Yang. It's nice to meet you,"

"Whoa! You are so cool! You turned invisible, then grew rose vines then moved your sister with your mind! I wish I could do that. My name is Weiss, and this is my sister Winter! I'm twelve and she's seventeen, how old are you?"

"I'm ten and Yang is also twelve! Maybe you two will go to the same school one day! Do you two want to come and play? We can go into the woods and kill Grimm, or we could play hide and seek, or you could meet Erica! What do you think? I'll even let you ride her!"

"Oh yeah! Let's introduce our new friends to Erica! They'll love her! But tone down her crazy, okay?" Yang said.

"Done and dusted! Then after we can go hunt Boarbatusks! Or Ursa! Or Beowolves!"

"Not to be rude," Winter started politely, "But aren't you a little young to be hunting Grimm? I mean, I only just started at Atlas this year and I still find it a little hard to take some of them down by myself. I don't think that a ten-year-old is even nearly old enough to have killed Grimm. But who is Erica?"

Suddenly a huge alpha Beowolf lumbered out from the forest, heading towards the four of them, smiling somehow. As Winter drew her weapon, Ruby surged forwards and crashed into the Beowolf, hugging it as it licked her, Yang following suit, along with an excited Weiss.

"But that's a Beowolf! Why doesn't it attack you?" Winter asked confused.

Strangely it was Weiss that answered, her childish mind recognising the smile on the Beowolves face as the same one her brother wears from time to time, yet this one oddly friendlier and stronger, "Because it isn't a Beowolf Winter, don't you recognise the smile? It's a mad-Beowolf, a mad Grimm who has made friends with Ruby and Yang! And now me and you too! Come play! Then we can play kill-the-Grimm with Ruby and Yang! I have a feeling it'll be fun,"

And so, Winter did, rushing over, discarding her weapon, and joining in with cuddling the soft and fluffy Beowolf. Suddenly, Ruby spoke up, "I know! Because Weiss hasn't killed a Grimm before, why doesn't she ride Erica? She can keep her safe, but Weiss 'll still have fun! What do you think Weiss?"

"That. Sounds. AWESOME! Can I Winter? Can I? please?" Weiss pleaded.

"Of course Weiss," Winter consented, before Erica bent down for Weiss to climb aboard, which she did, and the four of them headed of into the forest.

What went down in that forest is to stay between the four girls, never to be told to anyone, but let's just say, that Weiss killed her first Grimm, happy knew she could trust the two of them, leading Ruby to tell them of her personalities a few weeks later, Yang and Ruby showed off, fighting better than Winter, and Winter learnt a few new techniques that she ended up teaching her sister, using them to advance to second in command to General Ironwood, five years into the future, also known as, the present.

"Yep, it sure is," mama agreed, "And your runaway faunas friend will be a great ally in the future, allying us with roughly 40% more of Remnant, seeing as 50% are faunas, and the rest are human. That Mistralian girl and Arc boy, along with the orphaned two, I have a feeling they will be important as well. Et nom dieu! It's nearly midnight! Off to bed with you! You have a long day ahead of you," she paused, "Right before saying goodnight to your father,"

"Ah, you got me Sum," dad said, shifting into a bird and landing in mums hair, messing it up severely. As she swiped fondly at him, he hopped of and shifted again, kissing his daughter goodnight, and wishing me well for the morning as he had to head out again tomorrow.

So I walked slowly up the stairs to my room, my energy reserves on an all time low, and fell asleep, dreaming of a powerful team of red, white, black and yellow. At the time I thought it was just a weird dream, but I soon came to realise it was far more than that. My personalities were reaching their growth. They were evolving, and so were their semblances.