RWBY: BLSM (Hiatus)

Chapter 1: A Bright Future Ahead

I stood in the courtyard of Beacon, staring up in amazement at the glowing tower that loomed over the campus and overlooked most of the city of Vale. It was sundown, with orange light pouring through the sky, and shadows stretching across the surface. No one else was at the school, leaving me completely alone with nothing. I didn't even have my beloved weapon on my belt. I'd never been this close to the school, never seen it so closely with my naked eyes. It still felt as if I'd never stepped foot on campus. There was a sense of falseness in the air, like what I was seeing was fake. There wasn't a touch of excitement coursing through me. The last eight years of my life have been dedicated to reach this academy, my life existed only to get to go to Beacon, and yet, I felt nothing standing here. My eyes caught sight of something irregular near the top of the Beacon tower. There were light pink petals drifting through the windy air. The petals belonged to a blossom, the flower I was named after. They seemed to appear out of nowhere, but soon I realized where the petals had come from. The tower was dissolving from the top-down, filling the sky with thousands upon thousands of blossom petals. Once the tower was completely deteriorated, the floor of the courtyard began suffering the same fate. The ground below and around me began fading, converging with the massive trail of petals flowing through the air. The peaceful destruction of the courtyard ceased as the mass of petals began circling me, growing taller, and soon surrounding me like a calm tornado, with no force of pull. It was a moving wall that blocked my view all around. I spun around desperately, turning to hopefully see an opening. With the petal walls looking identical all over, I had no perception of my rotation. A chunk of the wall blasted open directly ahead of me, forming a large hole. A blinding white light shined through the opening, filling my eyes with white.

My eyes opened and I saw my white ceiling. The only sound I could hear was the soft humming of my electric fan, placed atop my desk across the bedroom. The distance weakened the impact of the manipulated air, granting me the aftermath of the chill breeze, which was perfectly fine for me. I was lying on my bed, safe and sound, in my house, with my parents most likely downstairs waiting for me. I filled my hand with the part of my blanket that covered my chest and threw it off, with it softly sprawling on the floor below my bed. I continued looking up to the blank ceiling for several seconds. Today was the day I finally got to go to Beacon. I guess the dream I had was appropriate considering where I'd be in the next few hours. The meaning of the dream alluded me.  I didn't put much thought into it, all I really took from it was the fact that I dreamed about Beacon. I leaped out of bed, fixed the blankets and pillows, and took the few steps necessary to reach my closet. The white, wooden doors were already wide open, leaving my wardrobe exposed. My hands reached to my almost everyday outfit instinctively. After my clothes were on and my hair was properly fixed, I stood in the doorway briefly, taking one last look into the bedroom I grew up in. This would be my last time seeing it for a long while. My chakrams hung from my belt, behind my back. I stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind me. Immediately I could see into the open bathroom door directly across the hall. Dahl, my younger brother of two years, was brushing his teeth furiously.  

He was going to Beacon too, at only fifteen. Headmaster Ozpin granted him this opportunity two weeks ago, seemingly out of the blue. Thank goodness he wasn't egotistical about any of it. He didn't try to rub it in my face or anything. He was humble, and I was very appreciative of that aspect of my little brother. He didn't boast, and I wasn't jealous. In fact, I was immensely proud of him. His opportunity also gave me an easier time looking after him while we were both at the school. I poked my head into the bathroom, with my chest and up appearing in the mirror, where his attention was focused. I saw his eyes move to meet mine in the reflection and he mumbled "Good morning" through the brush and bubbled toothpaste in his mouth. Him being in the guest bathroom reminded me to be thankful that my bedroom came with a personal bathroom. All my restroom needs has already been tended to, teeth, hair and all. I waved into the mirror, towards Dahl, and slipped back out of the bathroom, disappearing from the mirror. Instantly after turning the corner near the bathroom doorway, my feet descended onto the stairs. My hand slid along the wooden handrail that followed the stairs as I quickly and naturally went down them. The base of the stairs led to our small foyer no bigger than the guest bathroom. My mother's eyes lit up with joy the moment she saw me enter the kitchen. She practically jumped out of her seat and tackled me with a hug. I wrapped my arms around her in return as she spoke excited gibberish. Once she backed away, keeping her hands lightly gripped on my unbent elbows, I could understand what she was saying.