//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: My Little Schnee // by Krieg cormac //------------------------------// "Let's see what the Schnee name really means." "I'm more than just a name." "Hm, then prove it." Weiss was losing, it didn't take a genius to figure that out. Despite being a part of one of the top first year teams at Beacon Academy, having killed numerous Grimm throughout the school year, reaching the semifinals of the Vytal festival, and surviving the Fall of Beacon, Weiss knew that she was outclassed. Despite her years of training with Myrtenaster, her Multi Action Dust Rapier, Weiss stood no chance against a bandit with years of experience, especially one with the powers of the Spring Maiden. Still, that wouldn't stop Weiss from doing her best, fighting till her last breath, despite this ambush. She was a Schnee after all, as much as she hated what her family stood for, Weiss Schnee was a part of Team RWBY first and foremost. She won't disappoint her teammates, and the remains of Team JNPR. The interior of Haven Academy had turned into a battlefield, Ruby, Yang and the others facing off against their respective opponents. Running her finger along her blade, Weiss narrowed her eyes. The Atlesian etchings in Myrtenaster's blade turned orange, the color of the fire dust imbued in her blade's hilt. "Hyah!" Weiss swang Myrtenaster, a wave of flames aimed at Vernal, that stupid bandit using the powers of the Spring Maiden for selfish reason. Stupid Branwen bandits, stupid White Fang, stupid Cinder and her followers, stupid Lionheart that traitor! Most of all, stupid Salem for causing so much pain and suffering. Vernal simply jumped back, avoiding the flames. She fired a few shots from her crescent blade weapon, forcing Weiss to switch to ice dust. Forming a glyph right in front of her, Weiss stabbed the ground, forming a wall of ice that managed to block Vernal's bullets. This was bad, this was really bad. Weiss aimed Myrtenaster at the ground again, forming another glyph, the snowflake having the pattern of a familiar sword. The Arma Gigas could help Weiss turn the tide! It was strong enough to face a Queen Lancer, so it should be strong enough to help her fight a maiden. Armored arms pulled themselves out of the glyph, the knightly armor of the Arma Gigas rose from the white snowflake. Suddenly, yellow lasers sliced through the ice wall, decapitating the half formed Arma Gigas in the process. "Damn it!" Weiss mumbled under her breath. She barely rose Myrtenaster in time to block a strike from Vernal's crescent blade. "Did you think I was going to let you take the easy way out?" The Branwen second in command growled. Weiss only glared in return and formed a black glyph, this one pushing her away from the fallen Spring Maiden. Vernal threw one of her blades towards Weiss, forcing her to use another glyph to deflect the strike. Vernal caught her weapon easily and started firing, Myrtenaster easily being able to deflect several of the bullets. Using a glyph to launch herself in the air, Weiss dodged a few of Vernal's bullets, using Myrtenaster to deflect those she couldn't dodge. Gracefully landing back on the ground, Weiss stabbed the ground again, forming her summoning glyph. Only an arm was formed when Vernal suddenly struck, both of her crescent blades locking with Myrtenaster's blade. "You should have focused on fighting me instead of trying that trick again." Vernal boasted when she unleashed a barrage of lasers straight into Weiss' chest at point blank range. Weiss was sent flying through the air and she struck the ground hard, her aura shattering upon impact. Gritting her teeth as her blue aura disappeared, Weiss used Myrtenaster to force herself upon her knees. That was definitely going to leave a bruise, until her aura returned at least. "No!" Weiss heard Jaune scream from across the commons. Before she could turn, Weiss gasped, something had pierced her side. Feeling her eyes widen in pain, Weiss struggled to breathe. Looking at the golden spear that had impaled her, Weiss had never felt this much pain before in her life. Not even the training exercise that gained her a scar over her left eye caused her this much pain. The golden spear disappeared, leaving a bloody hole in her side, and the last thing Weiss saw as the floor rushed to meet her was darkness. Princess Luna was a busy pony. Being the more militant of the two sister's often meant that she was coordinating with the Royal Guard, sending them after reports of monsters, or guarding the border with the Changeling lands. Before her turn as Nightmare Moon, she had been a war hero, leading the finest army on Equus, defending Equestria from the Polar Bears and Penguin raiders from the North. Those days were long gone, her thousand year exile ending with her return in a world that was different from the one she remembered. The Griffon Empire had risen and fallen, the remains squabbling to prevent themselves from falling prey to Aquileia and Wingbardy who threatened them in the South. Luna felt for the poor ponies who would be caught in the crossfire of the coming conflict, yet there was nothing she could do. Equestria would never intervene with Griffonia and threaten the delicate peace that laid in the balance, so Luna did her duty. She would continue to watch over her little ponies, and ensure that they could sleep well at night. Her eyes hardened as they scanned the night sky. Tonight was a peaceful night, the best types of nights in Luna's opinion. After the Changelings invaded Canterlot she ensured that all nightmares were kept at bay, doing the best she could. She wished she could do more. Suddenly, Luna's thoughts were interrupted by a bright blue flash of light, coming from the royal gardens! Narrowing her eyes, Luna's horn lit up and she teleported herself to the entrance. "Who is there?" Luna said loudly. Speaking in the modern tongue was still a habit she was trying to get used to. She didn't receive a response. Perhaps her eyes played tricks on her? Impossible, she was the mistress of the night. Walking in the direction where the light came, Luna lit up her horn with a burst of energy. Should she have called some of her guards? In fact, where were they? She would have to speak to their Captain afterwards for such neglect. Eventually, Luna found herself in the statue garden, filled with heroes and monsters from the past. Luna paused after she felt her hoofs touch something wet. Looking down, Luna's eyes widened in shock. Blood? What was this? How did this- Following the trail of blood, she found a body that looked like a monkey, albeit with white hair and a large whole in her side. Oh no- "GUARDS!"