The fire raged before me, a great, roaring flame consuming the surrounding house. The tears of anger dripped down my young face and mixed with the blood and dirt, creating a concoction filled with the rage and pain of a fifteen year old boy watching everything he always knew burn to the ground. I clutched my dagger, Ultimum, A foot long weapon with a dark grey patterned blade, a black, pointed cross-guard, a hilt with red roping and a rounded, etched pommel, with a bright-red strand of rope coming off of the pommel-tip. Suddenly, an Ursa Major strode in front of me, a great hulking beast coated in thick, white, bone-like armour plating. Unsheathing my small blade I rushed the beast, pushing off of my foot with the force of a Deathstalker's snap when...
I woke up in a cold sweat, pushing off the white bed-sheet and staring down everything in the room. Nothing. Just the same nightmare again, it's been fairly regular recently, ever since I was accepted into beacon academy under 'special circumstances', I had never attended one of the official combat schools like Signal, and yet somehow my request to enter Beacon had been approved, supposedly the whole thing will be explained once I arrive. But now my main concern was waiting in this Vale hotel room until it is time to enter the airship that will take me to the academy.
The room was quaint, better than anything I had been used to before, it was a small room, white walls and ceiling with a beige carpeted floor. A single bed with ice white sheets lay in the corner with a wardrobe and desk next to it. There were separated bathroom facilities in the other corner of the room which contained all of the basic necessities a bathroom should have. I had left my grey suitcase at the end of my bed, and I had tied some cable rope around the handles on the wardrobe, I kept my weapons and clothing in there so I didn't want to risk any potential intruders having access to my sword and dagger, you can never be too careful.
Having determined that there was no threat to me in the hotel room, I threw off the rest of the bed-sheets and began to untie the rope on the wardrobe. Inside the wardrobe I found Ultimum, and my main sword Quaesitor, a long scimitar with a dark red blade, a rounded, black cross-guard, bright red roping on the hilt and a spiked, black metal pommel. Neatly folded on the base of the wardrobe were my usual clothes, black utility trousers, a deep red sleeveless shirt, a black trench-coat, dark brown leather straps to hold my scabbards. Having equipped myself with my usual clothes and put my weapons in their correct places, I turned my attention towards my final three pieces. The first of the final pieces was a brown, finger-less glove for my right hand, the second piece was a shoulder mounted pouch with ten sturdy throwing knives, and the final piece was my mechanical bracer with it's own attached glove for my left arm. Having all of my equipment on, I went to the bathroom and tied my long, black hair into a small ponytail at the top of my neck. Whilst looking in the bathroom mirror, I examined the small scar across the right side of my lip, a memory of that day that I just can't rid myself of.
After getting myself ready, I grabbed my suitcase and promptly left the hotel building. After walking the streets of Vale for well over an hour, avoiding salesmen and con artists along the way. I found my way to the docking point for the airship that would be taking the new students into Beacon today. The airship was due to arrive in about twenty minutes, there weren't many others at the point at this time, most of them bland and unrecognisable, as was to be expected but I was admittedly disappointed at the lack of any interesting faces among the small crowd.It wasn't until ten minutes later when two rather colourful girls ran into the station that my interest in the new wave of Beacon students was piqued. One of the two, clearly the eldest, had long, beautiful golden hair with lilac eyes, a smooth, well-rounded face and a rather pronounced figure, in fact, she could be described as: just right. The other of the two was slightly shorter with shortish black hair and rather curious silver eyes, she had a face shape that was similar yet somehow different to the blond beauty with her, and her figure was decidedly more petite, she wore a red hooded cloak with a black dress and carried what looked to be a comically large mechanical pocket knife. Her outfit was a stark contrast to her companion's rather muted brown and orange small, biker-like getup.
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Honour's Curse - A RWBY fanbook
FanfictionTwelve years ago, my father placed a dagger into my hands and told me to use it only for honour. He had always taught me to live by loyalty, to die standing, to never kill without reason and most of all, he told me that honour was the key to constan...
