Destiny No More

Chapter 12

They hadn't stayed in Dimwater long, only long enough to rest for the night and wait for transport. The Bullhead had arrived early the next day, well before they had been able to eat any sort of breakfast and Pyrrha was starting to notice.

She forced the thought aside, focusing on the shake of the hull and the sound of the engines. They were on their way back to Beacon. She would be able to tell Ozpin everything she knew about the attack, about the threat Cinder posed. She'd be able to protect her friends, maybe even prevent them from ever being in danger in the first place.

Then why was she so afraid?

After everything that had happened, dying and being brought back, was she afraid nobody would believe her?

No, she wasn't. Ozpin had told her about the Maiden powers, about magic. Was this really too much of a stretch?

It wasn't, and doubt wasn't what bothered her. She knew it would be difficult to accept but she planned on going through with it no matter what they thought of her after. It was something else she couldn't place.

Pyrrha was shaken from her thoughts as the Bullhead lurched suddenly, the engines powering down as they landed. She hadn't noticed the pilots warning nor had she realised how long they had been flying, too busy trying to understand her own thoughts.

Qrow stood from beside her, moving over to the door and pulling it open. He looked back at her expectantly and she shook her head, banishing the worrisome thoughts from her mind as she hopped out of the aircraft.

She hadn't spent long at Beacon, only a matter of months, but in that short time she had come to think of it as home. Her team had made the days enjoyable and her friends had been just that, friends. Not people trying to get to know her because of her title or because of what she was. They only cared for who she was.

It had meant the world to her and it had been the driving factor for her to accept Ozpin's offer.

Beacon was something she had wanted to protect, something she still wanted to protect. Here she wasn't The Invincible Girl, she was simply another student training to become a huntress. As strong as she was, she wasn't on the level of actual Huntresses or even the uppermost year students.

Seeing Beacon was refreshing, seeing Miss Goodwitch's scowl on the other hand... less so.

"Qrow, you were supposed to be here two days ago." Pyrrha looked over to the Huntsmen she had watched face down dozens of Grimm without a hint of fear, only for him to quickly nod in her direction.

"Had to take things slow, her fault not mine." Qrow stepped aside, raising his flask to his lips as he looked away from Pyrrha's panicked expression.

Miss Goodwitch's attention snapped to her and Pyrrha winced. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be painfully reminded of how much that was a bad idea as her throat felt like it was on fire.

Pyrrha began to cough as she attempted to speak, all the while glaring at Qrows back.

"Don't strain yourself." Miss Goodwitch placed a hand on her shoulder. "Qrow informed us of your injuries, Tsune is waiting for you."

Pyrrha nodded, rubbing her throat softly as Miss Goodwitch watched her intensely. After an awkward moment of silence the professor pulled back, looking towards Qrow. "Ozpin wishes to speak with you as soon a yo-"

"I'll go now." Qrow interrupted her, pulling his flask back down to his hip. "Need to talk to the old man anyways. Amber knows her way around the school, or she should..." Qrow waited for her to nod. "Great, see you two later."