Heed The King of the Wolves

Fall

Ozpin sits behind his desk across from the red-headed spartan as the last light of twilight shines through the clock-face window behind him giving him an almost biblical outline Pyrrha panics slightly due to being called to Ozpin's office for seemingly no reason. The two sit in silence for a few uncomfortable seconds before Ozpin chuckles and leans back in his uncomfortable-looking chair. Qrow stands by the elevator leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.

Ozpin: You must be confused as to why I called you all the way up here. Don't worry I just want to see how you have been doing. 

Pyrrha's face softened from worry to a happier one.

Ozpin leans towards his desk as he places both his hands on it, The Long Memory rests just in reach as it too leans on the desk. 

Ozpin: It comes as no surprise that they've chosen you to move on to the final round of the tournament. Your performance in four battles was exemplary.

Pyrrha straightens up in her seat as she humbly responds to the Headmaster.

Pyrrha: Thank you, Professor, but I would never have made it this far without my teammates. I'm not Y/N. 

Qrow still leaning in his spot speaks drawing the room to himself. He sounds standoffish.

Qrow: Personally. I think it's the other way around. Just like that kid.

Pyrrha jumps slightly at the unexpected voice before turning around and getting up from the chair all the while trying to sound formal and proper towards the seemingly annoyed older man.

Pyrrha: I'm sorry, but I don't believe we've been introduced.

Qrow lowers his head but keeps his eyes glued to her own eyes.

Qrow: Name's Qrow.

Ozpin attempts to regain control of the room as he tries to ease the Spartan's worry. 

Ozpin: Qrow is a trusted colleague of mine. 

Pyrrha stares at Qrow for another moment she can't help but see the similarities in his clothing choice to one of her friends. The red cape and the crosses jumped out at her the most. Pyrrha looks away from Qrow and back towards Ozpin. A pit currently forming in her gut telling her something isn't right.

Pyrrha: Professor. If you don't mind me asking, why have you called me here? 

Ozpin still smiling gestures to the chair.

Ozpin: Please, take a seat.

Pyrrha obliges but still has a pit in her stomach. Ozpin however just leans back in his chair and puts his hands together and raises the points to his face.

Ozpin: What is your favourite fairy tale?

Now she was just confused. 

Pyrrha: I'm... sorry?

Ozpin: Fairy tales, stories from your childhood. surely you must remember some of them. 

Pyrrha still confused answers the question with nostalgia thick in her memory. She can almost hear the crackle of the fire back in her home in Argus.

Pyrrha: Well, there's The Tale of The Two Brothers, The Shallow Sea, The Girl in the Tower-

Ozpin quickly cuts her off and leans forward seeming to hurry the process along.

Ozpin: What about The Story of the Seasons?

Pyrrha: Well, of course!

Pyrrha looks off into the distance as she begins retelling the story from memory, she could almost feel herself wrapped in her mother's arms in front of a fire on a cold Argus night. But as she sees her family Ozpin sees something else he sees a house on a hill with four colour-coded girls walking up towards it.