RWBY: Blackened Feathers

Chapter 1: The Tournament

It seemed that I had a nightmare about her every night.

Every night I would see her precious face and her sweet smile.

Her gorgeous blonde hair and the sleek silky texture of her lightly tanned skin.

Those dreams only brought me pain.

She died for me.

She died because of me.

As I layed in my bed thinking about her, all I could feel was the cold, harsh air of our teams dorm.

I heard her voice like the singing of an angel.

I hated it now but loved it then.

She brought me comfort when all I felt was hellfire.

I could never dream of getting over her.

Riley: Yo Wolf! Wake the hell up dude! The Vytal festival is today! I do NOT want to be late!

Izaiah: C'mon Wolfgang!

Izaiah kicked the side of my bed.

I slowely opened my eyes.

I sat up.

Me: Im up... Im up... Alright...

Riley: Throw your damn coat on! Were going out.

Everyone seemed to be in a rush.

I sat up and went to do my normal routine.

After that, I threw my armour on and grabbed my weapons.

I hit the button on them to set them to storage mode.

The blades folded in and retracted while the gauntlet peice collapsed.

I put them on my back.

I waited by the door for my teammates.

Eventually, I found myself zoning out.

Just more flashes.

Then Riley hit my shoulder.

Riley: Hey Wolf. You good man?

I looked up at him

Me: Yeah yeah... Im fine... Im alright...

Riley looked at me with worry.

Riley: Look man. I know you're-

I felt my eyes glow red.

Me: Im fine. I've said twice now so pray that I dont have to say it again!

He backed off.

Me: C'mon lets just go to the damn festival.

We got out of the room and went down to Vale so we could find the fair grounds.

The Vytal festival was supposed to be held in Vacuo this year, but because the Amity Colosseum had some trouble making it that far, they changed plans and had it stop at Vale.

Looks like Vacuo wont be getting the festival or the tournament for the next four years.

Riley took us to this noodle shop that was supposedly really good.

We all got our orders and sat at the table.

The guy who was cooking must've had time travel or something for a semblance becuase he was pretty fast.

And I'll admit that the noodles were good.

I should take Yang here next year.

When I finished, I layed my head on the table.