Warrior 「 RWBY Reader Insert 」❌ DISCONTINUED❌

「 p r o l o g u e 」

*Edited 100%, 04.16.17, 8:55pm

Narrator: Legends,

Stories scattered through time.

Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains.

Forgetting so easily that we're remnants, biproducts of a forgotten past.

Man born from dust was strong, wise, and resourceful.

But he was born into an unforgiving world.

An inevitable darkness,

Creatures of destruction, the creatures of Grimm
Set their sights of man and all of his creation

These forces clashed,

And it seemed the darkness was intense on returning mans brief existence to the void.

However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change,

And in time, mans passion, recoursefullness, inginuity, led them to the tools to help even the odds.

This power was appropriately named dust.

Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness.

And through the shadows abscence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life.

But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die.

And when they are gone, darkness will return.

So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called free world.

But take heed, there will be no victory in strength...

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Ozpin: Or perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgetten.

Things that require a smaller, more honest, soul.

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Just like everyone else, she applied for Beacon Academy at around or almost age 17. Just like everyone else, she typically went to a combat school, mainly Signal Academy. She trained mercilessly to get as good as she was now.

She finally got in, age 16.

[Name] Arfeardell.

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[Name] looks at the view from the flying ship to beacon. It was a nice, unlike the day she was currently having. She'd bumped into countless people who just brushed her off and didn't even apologize, apparently being too excited to get to Beacon. She was irritated and she wanted to meet someone nice. She saw familiar faces from Signal Academy, but it didn't matter. After a certain incident, she hadn't made much friends anymore at Signal, she drifted away from whatever friends she did have and they just gave up on her too. She was too serious with training.

"Oof! S-Sorry..!" She bumped into another person. It was a blonde boy, with upper armor on, he had a sword that was sheathed on his belt, he was wearing blue pants and he was turning green. [Name]'s eyes widen as she shuts her eyes in preparation for her death.

"Wo~ah, don't vomit on the poor girl now." A yellow-haired girl quickly pulls [Name] away, handing the boy a bucket. Who knows where that came from? "Yo, I'm Yang Xiao Long!" Yang greets, looking behind [Name]. Ah, wait, she looked familiar. The loud-mouthed girl from Signal. "And I need to be with my baby sister, see ya!" Before [Name] could even say anything, Yang dashed away.