POV Weiss
I am still confused about all of this. First, I got kidnapped, then I realize that Winter was not in Mistral anymore, the worst thing is to know that some bandits have more information about my sister than myself, then a big explosion almost throw me away with the cage I was in, there was a human-size mechanical scorpion-tail-like that flew close to me, and now it seems that the kidnapper was Yang's mom, oh I do not forget that RUBY SAID THAT SHE DOES NOT KNOW ME! ... Either way, I feel a little more at ease knowing that Yang and Ruby are alright.
But now the problem at hand is another thing. It seems that Yang's mom can take us to Mistral, but she wants to talk with us about something so, we entered her tent. The place was decorated in a way that looked like either an old fashion way or from a foreign country, it's hard to describe. She was sitting on the floor, something that some savages will do, but the way she did it looked like she had some decency then they also provided us some cushions to sit on. In the middle, there is a small table, high enough to be used to eat while sitting on the floor. She offered us some tea in a nice cup. Ruby then started to sit in a very particular way, putting her body over her knees. Raven, Yang's mom, saw her and make a small smirk.
At that moment, I could not take my eyes on Ruby, I could not notice the small changes before. Not only she added some weird face in the hood that now she is using all the time, but she also changed her hairstyle, her dress is a little smaller, but her cape is the same, it really made her looked a little childish, even more than usual.
Yang started the conversation, and make me get back to reality.
- So, what's the truth?
- You know, it's better when is hot. You should learn a little from your little sister.
Ruby was still sited in a strange position, her back was totally straight, her body rested in her legs and she was drinking the tea very carefully, to be honest, if you do not think about all the dirt covering her clothes and face, she really looked like an educated lady. Then she seemed that notice that we were watching her and make a small pout.
- What are you seeing me like that? (Megumin)
- The truth is that truth is hard to come by. The story of victory of one person is the story of defeat for the other. By now, your uncle may have told you and your friends, plenty of stories. (Raven)
- Well, he's never given me a reason to doubt him before. (Yang)
- That does not mean that those reasons are not there. You know, you and your teammates could be the poster children for the Huntsman Academies. Your motives may vary but all enroll to make the world a better place. Adorable. (Raven)
- That is what huntsman and huntresses do. (Yang)
- Not all of them, some people go for the money and fame, and others are just looking to grow stronger. Your uncle Qrow and I did not enter to become "huntsman". We did it in order to kill huntsmen. (Raven)
When she said that, Yang and I just shiver at the idea. We could not believe it. I met their uncle once before the tournament when he was fighting with my sister, but as far as I hear from Ruby and Yang, He is a very respectful Huntsman. But even after we hear all of that Ruby was still sat the same way, it seems that she was enjoying the tea and not paying attention.
- Daddy and Uncle let that part out? Aside from the Grimm. Huntsmen were the only ones that openly stand against us and hunting us down. The tribe needed a counterforce, and I and your uncle were in the perfect age. The entrance was a child play for us. We were good, so good that we got the attention of Beacon's headmaster, professor Ozpin as you know him. Even when we were in a team, we could tell that he was keeping his eyes on us. At first, we tough that he knew but was the whole team that he was interested in.
YOU ARE READING
MWBY
FanfictionAfter the fallen of Beacon, team RWBY was separated. Everyone has paths they need to walk, but something is different. Ruby is acting strange after she wake up. Now she is always talking about magic and explosions.