Path Forged by blood: a jaune's story (RWBY)

chapter 13

As I poured my heart out to Glynda, the weight of my past mistakes hung in the air like a heavy fog.

Jaune:hat day I was disowned, wandering the unforgiving streets, I reached out to everyone I thought I could trust. But alas, I was left alone, clutching nothing but forged documents in my hands

I confessed, bitterness lacing my words.

Jaune:My strength wasn't in prowess with a blade, but in the strategies that guided us through perilous situations. Yet, despite my flaws, I stood by their side, saving lives and hoping to be recognized for the hero I aspired to be

I continued, the pain of betrayal etched in my voice.

Jaune:But what did I receive in return? Abandonment. I was cast aside for daring to be a hero, for daring to dream of a better world. So, I allowed my demons to surface, to roam free in the darkness that consumed me

I admitted, the vulnerability in my words echoing the shattered dreams of a young man who had once believed in the goodness of others.

A silence hung between us, broken only by the echo of my confession. Glynda, her stern facade momentarily softened, met my gaze with a mix of sympathy and understanding. The tears that escaped my eyes were not just a display of weakness but a testament to the pain that had molded me into the person I had become.

In that moment, with Glynda standing witness to my raw vulnerability, I wondered if it was possible for heroes to be born from the ashes of their shattered dreams. The path back seemed elusive, but at least someone had heard my silent plea for understanding.

Glynda's reaction was a symphony of emotions, her usually composed demeanor shattered by the revelation of my tumultuous journey. She stared at me, a mixture of shock, empathy, and contemplation reflected in her piercing eyes.

Glynda:I... I had no idea, Jaune

she began, her voice tinged with a hint of regret.

Glynda:Your journey, the struggles you faced alone—it's heartbreaking. You were disowned, left to navigate the unforgiving streets, betrayed by those you trusted. It's a narrative I couldn't have fathomed.

As the weight of my words settled in the room, Glynda continued, her tone a delicate balance of curiosity and concern.

Glynda:But why hide all this? Why let the facade of indifference overshadow the pain you've carried? We could have helped you, Jaune. You didn't have to face it alone.

A bitter smile played on my lips as I replied,

Glynda:Heroes often wear masks, Glynda. Mine just happened to be thicker than most. I believed that by shouldering the burden alone, I was sparing others from the darkness within me.

Glynda's expression shifted, a mixture of understanding and frustration.

Glynda:Jaune, don't you see? We're not here to judge or condemn. We're here to help, to share the burdens so that they become lighter for everyone. You're not alone anymore.

The sincerity in her words tugged at something within me, a glimmer of hope in the shadows.

Jaune:Glynda, I appreciate your concern, but my journey has taken a darker path. There's no easy return from where I stand.

She sighed, her gaze unwavering.

Glynda:Even in darkness, there is always a flicker of light, Jaune. Don't lose sight of that. Let us help you find your way back. You're not beyond redemption.

As Glynda extended a hand, offering support in the face of my internal tempest, I couldn't help but wonder if redemption was truly within reach or if the shadows had claimed me for good.