[The Golden Summon] - RWBY x Male Reader

[1] - The Warrior

It was just barely morning, the sky still holding onto its last hints of red. Dawn had gone, and light sparkled warmly through the early autumn air, dappling the ground as it leaked through leaves and branches.

Birds chirped their morning songs, filling the air with their quiet joy, crying out their small struggles and triumphs for all the world to hear. But apart from the birds, and the soft cold wind that made leaves dance slowly outside her window, the world was completely, utterly still.

"Come on!"

Weiss Schnee was not prone to anger. Or, at the very least, childish bursts of anger. Yet, if anyone else were to have been in the room with her, they would've seen Weiss stomping the ground angrily, with only her pride in her weapon preventing her from lobbing it at the wall.

Weiss was a bit of a perfectionist. She knew this, and she didn't consider it a bad thing. If you learnt something, you might as well learn to be the best at it. Which is why the metaphorical wall in front of her irritated her so much. No matter how she tried, how much effort and aura, sweat and tears she put into it-

She still could not summon anything.

The glyphs of the Schnee family, which she was vastly proficient with, refused to yield their final art to her. And she had tried, Oum knew. She had tried everything she could, and still nothing. And she couldn't even ask for help - this wasn't a thing she could ask anyone, save Winter.

Gritting her teeth, she stood straight and held Myrtenaster out. The glyphs appeared in seconds, the act having become ingrained into her soul. And yet, no matter how she tried, the icy blue glyphs refusing to turn into pure white - refused to summon forth even a Beowulf Pup.

She held the glyph for a good seven minutes, pouring her very will into it. And her only reward was the faint hum of her semblance.

With a frustrated cry she let go of the glyph, letting it dissipate into the air, and violently sat down. It was only what was left of her pride at the moment that prevented her from burying her face into her hands.

Why? Why couldn't she do it!?

She'd take anything as a summon at this point. Even a bug. Just something. Sighing, she stood up and shifted into her stance once more.

One last time couldn't hurt, though truth be told she wasn't expecting much...

Weiss shook her head and swiped Myrtenaster through the air, as if slashing through her doubts. She would never be able to unlock the last art of the glyphs with that attitude!