Faces Of The Moon

Emerald Pass

Ozpin smiled as he walked, collapsing against one of the trees happily.

"I know your there kid. It's alright, you don't have to be afraid! I'm alone!"  Looking around he let out a sigh. "Alright, you don't have to come out. I'm sorry about Dad, he can be a bit harsh. But he means well. I mean take me for example, my name is Ozpin what does that even mean?"

A small chuckle echoed through the clearing and Ozpin smiled. Quickly he tossed a bag into the middle after pulling out his own sandwich. It wasn't too long before a young boy walked up. He had a large pair of dark green wings, and he moved with the speed of a hummingbird. Often Ozpin lost sight of the child, only to see him pop up a bit later.

"I think it's an old name, like..." The boy looked around, almost as if making sure they were alone. "Before the war." The boy's wings were fluttering fast, and it was clear he was really excited.

"Yeah, Dad never understood the colour thing, said it was strange. Names aren't meant to make you think, they were meant to..." Ozpin paused, looking around quickly as a second branch broke.

"Ozpin! What are you doing out here! Get back in the house this instant!" Ozpins dad yelled as he walked up. The man was stern and old. His eyes were ash grey,  his hair was snow white, and his skin was pale. He was in a grey-green robe that covered his feet and walked with a cane.

"Dad, I'm sorry. Look he's just my friend. He's not going to hurt anyone!" Ozpin yelled, flinching as his father grabbed his wrist. "Dad please, it's people like you that make them feer us!" 

The man glared darkly turning to Oobleck. "As for you, stay the hell away from my family! If I ever see you again, I will kill you. Now get lost!" This deeply startled Oobleck and the young boy took off at top speed. Ozpin paused as he watched, yanking his arm back and storming to his room. 

Ozpin sighed as he watched the sun set into darkness, leaning against his window. Letting out a small sigh he looked at his weapon. A small cane that doubled as a walking stick when he needed it, and he always ended up needing it.  Letting out a small sigh he quickly grabbed it as well as a small container of lightning dust crystals. 

Quickly he ran out of the house and deep into the forest, not stopping until he was deep in the darkest parts. Taking a few breaths he quickly looked around in search of Oobleck.  His breath hitched as he heard a dark snarl, a familiar snarl.

Quickly Ozpin prepared his cane as the snarling surrounded him. Quickly he loaded the dust and took a fighting stance. Taking a breath he gasped as he was quickly surrounded by three large Ursa's.  

As they approached, Ozpin lunged, slamming his cane into the first one's head pushing in a small lever he used the force of one of his shields to shatter its skull. Unfortunately, the second one took advantage of this latching onto his leg with a sickening crunch.  Ozpin let out a scream of pain.

"And that's all I remember." Ozpin chuckled with a small shrug. "I blacked out after that and when I woke up I was at home with those two."  Ozpin quickly pointed to Glynda and Oobleck.

"So what happened to you? I wasn't there remember?" Night asked rubbing her neck, dropping her head. "It really has been too long."

Ruby shook her head, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"You had your reason. If you were meant to stay, you would have." Ruby soothed turning to Ozpin. "But what did happen to your leg? Is that why you use your cane as a walking stick?"

"Yeah, there was a lot of blood, and the bone broke really bad." Ozpin sighed shaking his head. "But enough from me, Glynda. I believe it's your turn."

"You gonna tell them the truth, or try to soft coat it I wonder?" Night teased, sitting up with a small chuckle. 

"I'm better now.  I don't need any of that anymore." Glynda sighed dropping her head. "I guess we all were different levels of hurt, and we were all different. You see I drank like Qrow."