RWBY Character Anthology

Summer Witch (RWBY OC)

The summer maiden curved her lips into a smile, stretching out her limbs in the air at the thought of the task that has been handed to her.

As a child, she had always thought that her semblance was a wildcard without a clear distinction. Fire, summoning rain, moving objects here and there with a flick of her wrist; she knew that she was different, yet, not.

Having briefed of the truth that her semblance was no more than magic from an ancient past shocked her. Though as strange as it was, she wasn't frightened at the thought of carrying out her tasks.

The ashen-haired man before her woefully watched her beaming eyes. By now, she was made aware of the burden of responsibility that was tasked to her.

"Don't be like that, old man," the summer maiden smiled. "To be granted this power, I just feel like I might be able to to something worth while for once."

"A maiden's power can only put your life at risk," the withered man gravely warned. "I ask that you should consider carrying out your task with caution."

"Saving an entire village from grimm isn't exactly easy to do from the shadows, you know," the Summer maiden spoke in an unusually chirpy manner. "You know what the villages call me? The 'Summer witch' of Anima. The very sound of it makes it so much more rewarding than to be nameless."

"I know," the man gave her a stern look. "I am well aware of it. But the more you carry out your duties with the hopes of earning feats of valor, the more you will be placed under scrutiny by the public. Not to mention, at this rate, you will be drawing unwanted attention from none other than Salem herself."

"Relax," the maiden patted the old man's shoulder. "I know what I'm doing."

The grey man shook his head, his fear clearly reflected in his eyes. "Your predecessor did her very best to hide from prying eyes, and yet, she too almost met her fate many times before."

The maiden then sighed, realizing that he wouldn't let this issue go that easily, no matter how many times she would try to assure him.

"Fine," she said defeatedly. "I'll be more careful."

Despite her words, it became more and more apparent that everything that Ozpin had feared almost came true. For every grimm attack that occurs, more and more villagers seemed to spot her. Every conflict that arises, the villagers would later turn to the her, asking for her guidance and apparent wisdom that she knew didn't possess.

Over time, she could no longer move freely without being seen. Each passing village she walks across, she would be greeted by the pleas of desperate men, women and children alike. And yet, her pride enabled her to refuse to admit to that Ozpin was right.

And then, one fateful evening, hordes of grimm found its way towards a village, and the Summer maiden wasn't present at the time of the attack. At the time, she had saved another village from a landslide that occurred at the same time. The surviving villagers had a dispute with the other neighboring village, accusing them for depriving the Summer witch from them when they needed her the most.

The summer maiden tried her best to ease the conflict, but the two villages refused to yield. Before any of them knew it, the matter had been blown out of proportion, and led to a series of skirmishes between them.

"What have I..." she lamented, crying before the old soul. "What have I done? If only I listened to you, none of this could have happened!"

The man said nothing, stroking her hair in comfort like a grandfather to his grandchild. Closing his eyes, and with a deep breath he spoke softly;

"Well then, child, do what you do best."

The summer maiden raised her head, her eyes searching for answers from the old man's cryptic words.

With a tired smile, the old soul said;

"You save them."

After a long period of conflict, the villagers ceased their feud and united the surviving villagers together into one. And as a testament to this, one young man constructed a graveyard for those who fell victim to the feud. Over time, history had forgotten the village's origins, as every new generation of villagers slowly neglect to pay their respects to the fallen. And for a time, the old soul, who, at the time had been residing in a new body, would visit one particular grave that remained unmarked. And for each visit, the old soul would grieve over the loss of a dear friend.

Though the village's history have long been forgotten, one legend spoke of a Summer witch who sacrificed herself before the warring villagers, ending the conflict between them.

A/N: Always wanted to try something like this, but I wasn't confident in how the whole system of maidens and Ozpin works so... I tried to make it close to cannon as possible, based on the info that's been presented.