(4/24 Update: Final version of chapters 1-5.)

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Author's Note: Once upon a time, I wrote a short little story I called 'Heart of Stone,' but no one ever read it and I never actually finished the thing. Fast forward a few years, and now I'm writing stories for RWBY – what better place to revive my old work? All I had to do was insert the right characters and clean up the plot a bit… the rest would basically take care of itself.

For context, this is a medieval-fantasy-AU featuring a variation of the Faunus race that is similar in nature to stereotypical elves – people with strange ears that are naturally proficient in magic, largely misunderstood, and generally disliked by humans. I used elves in the original story, so… yeah. Deal with it.

Finally, a note on the prose – as a personal writing exercise, I'm not allowing myself to start any sentences with the word 'The' for the entire fic. It's a little thing that won't affect what happens in the story, but I'm still gonna point it out cuz I enjoyed doing it.

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Story Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY in any way. This is a work of fanfiction.

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Sunlight glittered across the surface of the water, reflecting shards of ethereal glass over every inch of the riverbank. Oum River was calm, but a steady current kept the water rippling along in gentle undulations. There were no clouds in the sky above, giving it a feeling of endlessness – as though you could truly lose yourself in the abyss if you stared for too long.

As the sun continued it's journey across the sky, undaunted by worldly concerns, Weiss Schnee looked on from a shady spot on the bank of the river and simply watched it all. In the distance, a falcon swooped down from a tree and plucked a fish from the water with deadly precision. Weiss was often jealous of birds – no matter who lived or died on the ground, they carried on as they ever did. They cared not a whit for the human world of death and destruction. They were magnificent creatures, truly above it all.

At the young age of 17, just coming into womanhood, Weiss stood as tall as any fully matured Lady of the Courts. Her long hair was a stark white color, a constant reminder that her family blood was tainted with old magic – and that was a stigma that could mean her death if she wandered into the less friendly parts of the world. Her eyes, as blue as the deepest ice of the north sea, gazed out over the water. These were another mark of her family, but there was no stigma attached to them – Weiss was proud to show off her eyes. Her father had them, and his father before him, all the way back to the founding of Vale. The Schnees were an old and well respected family, nobility at it's finest.

At least, they used to be. Before the Mt. Glenn Tragedy.

Before the damned Faunus came to kill them all.

"Weiss?" came a voice from behind her, "We're almost ready to go."

Weiss turned to regard the speaker, a woman of lower upbringing who carried herself with all the grace of a true-born princess. "I'll be right there, Summer," Weiss replied.

Summer Rose nodded, then returned her attention to the bags tied to her saddle. Summer's cloak shone brightly in the direct sunlight, but the dust of the road and long years of wear had toned down the garment from pure white to a pale beige. Thomas, her chestnut horse, nickered with impatience. He, too, was ready for this trip to be over.

A second, smaller chestnut horse called Wolfe stood nearby with only a few bags tied to his saddle. A deep crimson cloak set his rider apart from her mother – Ruby Rose, Summer's only child, never really liked being out in the sun for too long because she burned easily. She was almost as pale as Weiss, and that was saying something. Ruby had her hood up as she waited on the group to get moving again.

Weiss stood with a suppressed grunt and brushed the lingering sand from her hips. Her armor did not glitter in the sunlight as it once did, but it still clinked musically as she moved. Anyone who knew about armor would instantly know the design as Atlesian – the craftsmanship was undeniable, even if it wasn't full plate. Her hope was that it would deter would-be bandits from trying to rob them simply by making her look tough. Weiss was no fighter, but someone needed to look the part… otherwise their little group would attract every vagabond in the kingdom like flies to carrion. Weiss' personal dagger could only do so much to protect them.

Weiss approached her own snowy mare, simply called Frost, and checked over her bags. Once she was satisfied nothing had fallen off, Weiss mounted up and the trio resumed their trip, refreshed after the short break by the river.

And Weiss quickly remembered why she wanted the break in the first place. Her butt was still sore from the saddle. Ouch.

Ruby noticed her squirming and quietly said, "I still have that ointment if you need it."

"I'll be alright," Weiss responded through gritted teeth. It felt like she was sitting on hot coals, but she was always too stubborn to ask for help… unless she was bleeding, anyway. And riding side-saddle didn't help one bit.

They continued north along the trail, keeping a steady pace that didn't tire out the horses. If nothing went wrong, they would reach the gates of Haven before nightfall.

At that moment, Weiss wanted nothing more than to sink deep into a thick, soft cushion and sleep for a week.

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Heart of Ice

Chapter 1:
Stray

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Two hours later, Weiss found herself in a living hell.

There was no warning; one moment she was riding with the others, no problems, then a hard thud on the back of her head… followed by blackness.

Note to self: Next time, invest in a helmet.

Upon waking fully, Weiss found herself bound hand and foot with thick ropes. Ruby was lying beside her, also tied up but unconscious. There was no sign of Summer.

Harsh, grating laughter drew Weiss' attention to a circle of open dirt a few feet away, surrounded by people who could be nothing else but bandits. Their ragged clothes and rough appearance made that all too obvious. They also spoke the language of the northern tribes, a harsh tongue that Weiss had never bothered to learn back home. It was the language of barbarians, and a Schnee did not sully her tongue with such drivel.

That was when Weiss found Summer in the clutches of the bandit leader.

Oddly, the leader was a woman. At least, Weiss assumed it was a woman based on the large breasts hanging out of her shirt. She was otherwise built like a man – angular face, hard muscles, wide shoulders, wild blonde hair tied into a rough ponytail, and startling lilac eyes – but she was showing a bit too much interest in the lifeless form of Summer. It looked like the bandit leader was examining her as though she were a side of beef at the market. Summer was also bound hand and foot like Weiss, but various parts of her clothing had been removed. It looked like they'd been cut off, actually. Most of the other bandits looked on, their gazes hungry, but none dared approach until their leader gave them permission. Weiss had no doubt about their intentions, if the bulges in their pants were any indication.

They were too busy examining Summer to notice that Weiss had awakened, but she soon rectified that with an angry squawk of, "Let her go you beasts!"

Every eye in the gathering turned to her as Weiss tried in vain to wriggle free of her ropes. One bandit reached over and picked her up off the ground bodily, carrying her into the clearing like a sack of potatoes. "Unhand me, brute! Lowlife!" she kept growling, but her trembling voice gave away her terror. Weiss tried to give each and every one of these degenerates her strongest glare, but it had little to no effect. If anything, they seemed to get more excited. Eager. A pit formed in her stomach as she tried to keep from imagining what was in store for her.

More strange words were spoken as the blonde woman grunted to her associates, then said something to Weiss, which of course was lost in translation. All the white haired girl could do was keep glaring.

As the blonde woman took a breath, another bandit brought Ruby's unconscious body over. She continued speaking as she pointed to both Ruby and Summer, then to Weiss. It was clear she was stating her intentions, and they were obviously not pleasant.

Then she pulled two small items from her belt pouch. Two leather collars, with chains affixed to each.

Slave collars.

Two of them were going to be sold… as slaves. Property. There was no doubt in Weiss' mind that the third would be kept by these bandits and …used. It was a fate worse than death itself.

A deep, unholy rage bubbled up from the deepest part of Weiss' soul as she glared at the blonde woman. Her vision faded to red… she registered a feeling of distant pain…

And then silence engulfed her, taking her away to a deep, silent sleep.

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Weiss awoke to a black sky filled with stars.

Soothing heat from a nearby campfire pulled Weiss fully back to the land of the living. She tried to sit up, but every muscle in her body screamed in protest and forced her back down. Her head was screaming with pain, too – It almost felt like a large mountain cat had settled behind her eyes and was roaring a challenge to the world, rattling her brain in the process. She closed her eyes again, which seemed to numb the pain a little.

Two small hands came next, gently wiping the sweat from her brow with a damp rag. "Take it easy, Weiss. You're still recovering."

"Ruby…? You're okay?" She asked groggily, but kept her eyes firmly shut; the dim light of the fire stabbed into her skull when she looked around.

"Yeah…" the younger girl answered. There was a pause, then, "Do you remember what happened?"

Other than bandits trying to sell us as slaves? "Not a damn thing…" Weiss replied between throbs of pain from her head. She pressed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, easing the pressure a little.

"That's probably for the best."

Weiss carefully pried open one eye, regarding the redhead next to her. "Why do you say that?"

Ruby's answer was hesitant, shaky, "You've… been out for two days, now. All the bodies were… starting to stink… so we had to bury them at the… edge of the trees."

"Bodies?! What bodies?"

"Well, uh… the bandits you… um… killed."

A second voice came from the other side of the fire, one Weiss was quite pleased to hear again, "What she means is that you saved us. You and your… glowing friend."

That was NOT what she wanted to hear right now! Weiss groaned from her position on the ground, "Oh by the Goddess… not AGAIN!" She thumped the dirt with her fist in pure frustration.

"'Again'…?" Ruby's voice betrayed her confusion.

Summer tried to answer, "It's a little… talent of hers-"

"It's a twice-damned curse is what it is!" Weiss cut in harshly.

"That 'curse' of yours saved our lives today. And need I remind you that it has saved your own life on more than one occasion…?"

"I never asked for the power to summon a… a… DEMON!"

After a short pause, Ruby muttered, "It looked like a normal knight to me."

Weiss heard Summer walk over and sit down next to her, and the older woman said, "Weiss, you and I both know he's not a demon. Your mother told you what he is, remember? He's the Guardian of the Schnee Family, a celestial being whose duty it is to protect those of the Schnee blood. He's as much a part of you as that lovely white hair of yours."

Weiss remained silent, still holding her hand to her head with her eyes closed. She really didn't want to respond, as her choice of words would have gotten her slapped.

"Very few members of the Schnee family were ever able to summon him at will – he's only ever appeared in times of greatest need – but the fact that he chose you to bond with means you're special. Don't you see?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," Weiss interrupted sourly. "My head hurts enough as it is."

Summer sighed, but relented, "Very well. I'll put your sword with the bags."

"Wait… what? What sword?" Weiss finally looked over at the older woman, "I don't own a sword."

Summer pointed towards the open circle of dirt. Weiss followed the finger, her curiosity piqued.

In the center of the clearing was a beautiful one-handed sword, planted point-first in the sand. It was not made of any metal she'd ever seen before; the glittering light of the fire gave it a supernatural look, and the starlight only added to that. For all the girl knew, it might have been made of pure glass. It had a broad hilt, able to fully shield the hand from harm, as well as a pommel bearing a gorgeous blue gemstone. It's blade was narrow yet thick, belying a hidden strength – it could probably puncture plate armor with enough force behind it. In short, it was gorgeous.

"Where did that come from?" Weiss asked in awe.

Summer brushed a little of Weiss' hair out of the girl's face, gently saying, "When you summoned the Guardian, you also created that blade out of thin air. I had just woken up as it all started, so I saw everything. It looked as though you were using that sword to… control the Guardian. You drove the blade into the ground right there just before you passed out, and he vanished right after."

All at once, the beauty of the sword was gone – now it looked evil. Like a blade made of shadows. A weapon of demons.

"So it's a …magic sword?" Weiss growled. "Get rid of it. Bury it. Toss it in the bay. I want nothing to do with it."

As she spoke, the blade flashed with a bluish light… then vanished.

"I think it heard you," Ruby mumbled.

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Fire. Flames everywhere.

Coughing, smoke, fire. Weiss cried, screaming.

Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?

Fire everywhere.

Beams cracking, the ceiling collapsed. Weiss ran, her little legs pumping hard to take her out of the house. Her house. Her home.

She tripped, falling. Tumbling down stairs. Bumped and bruised. A cut over her face, her left eye. Blood running down her face. Into her mouth.

Mt. Glenn was burning. Her home was burning. Everyone was dead. She was alive, but everyone else was dead. The entire estate, burning. On fire.

More crying, smoke, pain. Lonely. Where were Mommy and Daddy?

All around her the flames danced, like devils in the night. Hot, so hot.

Suddenly she was rising, being picked up by strong arms and carried away. She couldn't see the face, only shadows. Clutching the arms, crying. A soft voice, giving desperate comfort. It wasn't Mommy, but she sounded gentle, caring. There was still fear underneath, but she didn't let it win. She stayed brave.

Flames growing distant, faint. Peace came over her.

All Weiss could remember of her savior was long black hair. Like an ebony waterfall.

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She came late in the night, when the campfire was little more than a pile of embers and the clearing was lit only by the light of a full moon.

As the trio of travelers slept, a young girl darted into the clearing. Her brilliant amber eyes examined each of them in turn, looking over everything with unabashed curiosity. She touched one girl's deep red hair, gently fingered the white cloak of another. Her large, cat-like ears flicked in the stillness of the night, scanning for even the smallest sounds. Making sure none of them were awake to catch her. Regular breathing. Slow heartbeats. All asleep.

These people were humans, this she knew… but they didn't seem all that dangerous. Humans always tried to kill her on sight, so much so that she was always wary whenever they were around. Caution was how she stayed alive. Over the years, most of the humans the child had watched camping in the wilds made sure to keep one of them awake during the night to keep an eye on the trees. This made it much harder to steal their food. These humans didn't seem to think about such things – even after the fighting a few days ago, none of them stayed awake through the night. Were they fools?

She quickly found their bags and sniffed around, hunting for scraps to eat. She was careful to be totally silent as she foraged; human hearing could be really good at the worst of times. Blankets… metal things… empty bags… maybe over here?

A light moan came from one human, and the girl almost darted away… but something caused her to stop. To stay. It sounded like the human was in pain. A nightmare?

In the darkness, the girl squatted next to the human and stared in awe; this one had white hair. White. It was so pretty that the girl couldn't help but run her fingers through it. White and soft, like fine silk. So soft. This human also had a thin scar across one eye. It looked old and very faint, but she could clearly see it in the moonlight.

A single tear slid down the human's cheek as she groaned again. Even though the girl had no idea what she was doing, she caught the tear on her fingertip and… looked at it. Focused her mind on it. She felt… something… flow out of her and into the drop, causing it to glow with a faint light. She then placed it on the human's forehead, still with no idea what she was doing.

She watched in wonder as the glowing teardrop vanished into the skin, and shortly afterward the human's groaning stopped. A small smile appeared on her sleeping face. Her breathing relaxed.

How strange… What was that? What did she just do?

If Mama were here, the girl would have asked her what just happened. Left on her own, however, the girl had no clue what she'd just done. Things like that seemed to happen a lot around her. It was times like this she missed Mama the most.

Acting on instinct, the young girl with the cat ears leaned down and brushed her nose against the white-haired human's cheek, much like Mama used to do for her whenever it was time for sleep. She let herself purr for a moment, then stood up and carefully made her way back to the safety of the trees. Food would have to come later.

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Weiss opened her eyes slowly, marveling at the lovely morning sky… and how good she felt. Oddly… refreshed. It was odd because she never slept so well on the ground. Must have been something in the air – they were close to the mountains, after all.

"…It was strange," she heard Summer conversing with Ruby as the mother and daughter packed their things on the horses. Sounded like they'd been up for a while. "I'd seen the Guardian once before, and Willow told me most of the time he shows his enemies no mercy… but he only picked up that blonde woman and threw her into the distance. He didn't simply kill her."

Ruby responded, "You think she survived that? I don't know anyone who could live through that kind of a fall… other than Mister Qrow, anyway."

"Yeah, Qrow… didn't that man once say he 'wouldn't die even if you killed him'? Honestly. But I think that woman was heading for the bay, or at least close to where the river widens out. If she hit the deeper waters, then she's likely bruised but still alive."

Well that's a damn shame, Weiss thought to herself as she gathered up her own things. A woman like that deserved so much worse for what she was going to do to us.

"Mom, look…!" Ruby suddenly whispered. Weiss looked as well and found Ruby pointing to a nearby stand of trees. "I saw something looking at us! I think it was… a girl?"

All three women gathered near Ruby's horse and gazed into the wild, eyes sharp and focused. They all saw the flash of black at the same time, but Weiss noticed an extra detail that eluded the other two at first – cat ears. A human shape added to the overall image, and there was no longer any doubt as to what they were looking at.

"Faunus…"

As Weiss bent down to pick up a rock, Summer caught her wrist and sharply hissed, "Weiss Schnee, don't you dare! She's still a child, how dangerous could she be?"

Weiss glared, but said nothing. Summer Rose knew full well how deep Weiss' hatred of the Faunus ran. It was the Faunus that killed her family and destroyed Mt. Glenn. Everyone knew that. Governor Ozpin ordered his Huntsman to wipe out the Faunus in retaliation; there shouldn't even be any left!

Weiss didn't say any of that, but merely gave a low growl as she dropped the stone. Summer released her grip, but gave Weiss one last warning glare before turning back to the woods.

Ruby had already crept around her horse carefully with a piece of bread in her hand, and the little Faunus child was now in plain view; it's black hair was ragged and unkempt, and those hideous cat ears were sticking out in plain sight. Honestly, what sort of Faunus just let their extra ears hang out like that? So indecent.

Speaking of indecent, the child was quite muddy and scratched up… and quite naked. It was still too young for anything to be obvious, but it was certainly a female. Even Weiss knew what to look for to tell if it was a male, and… that was not present. Small blessings.

Ruby was practically on her hands and knees now with one hand stretched out holding the bread, and the little beast crept forward carefully, sniffing the air and looking around with it's yellow eyes like it expected someone to throw a rock at it at any moment. Weiss wondered if she would be able to reach Ruby before it was done eating her face. Hopefully not after.

As the trio watched, the creature finally reached Ruby and carefully took the bread. It quickly devoured the piece once it could tell the food was good, then darted back into the woods. Ruby groaned in disappointment.

"Don't worry, Little Rose," Summer sighed as she walked up next to her daughter, "I'm sure we'll see her again."

Of course you will, Weiss thought sourly. You just fed it… now it'll keep following you, hoping for another handout.

As they rode away, Weiss gripped the handle of her dagger. She almost wished she had kept that magic sword, if only to scare the thing away. Almost. Goddess willing, Weiss would not be forced to fight it off on their way back home.

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"Words cannot express how relived I am that you are unharmed, my snow angel."

Weiss merely stood watching the docks, aggressively ignoring the older man standing behind her. She had heard it all before, but somehow he seemed even more insufferable than usual after learning of the bandit attack.

"Why, just give the word, and I shall send forth a legion of my best men to wipe out those mongrels. How dare they try to harm you…"

Weiss hated having to come along on these trips to Haven. It was her job to keep this man occupied while the Rose women shopped in town. She really hoped Summer and Ruby got done soon; if she had to deal with this guy much longer, heads would roll.

"Of course, this would not be an issue if you would but agree to marry me-"

"My answer is still no," Weiss interrupted. "And it will remain the same, no matter how many times you ask." She turned to give him one of her patented glares.

Lord Nathan Vasilius, of the city of Haven, was the son of a very wealthy Baron and heir-apparent to the largest shipping company this side of Atlas. He also happened to be very handsome, infamous in the surrounding regions as a lady-killer. Due to his tendency to jump off the side of his own ships just for fun, he had gained the nickname 'Lord Neptune,' after the mythical god of the seas. Yet, despite the fact that he was almost as old as Summer, he still pursued a girl as young as Weiss with the fervor of a dog in rut. Shameful. And a bit creepy.

"Even the strongest stone will crumble beneath the sculptor's chisel. I will never stop thinking of you, my snow angel."

Similar to Weiss, Lord Neptune's hair shone with an unnatural blue color, much like the open ocean. Somewhere in his family history was a spot of magical blood, though how this affected him on a deeper level was not clear to anyone. His was not a well-known past.

Too bad his pick-up lines were so green. Or maybe the yellow of cheese. Honestly, was this what society considered an adult?

Weiss turned back to the view from their shared balcony, on the side of Lord Neptune's private villa, and grumbled, "There's no need for that. I'm perfectly happy right where I am."

"A beautiful flower does not belong in a bed of weeds, nor a graceful swan in a chicken coop. You will understand soon enough, my love," he mused as he strode up next to Weiss, carefully placing his hand on her shoulder. "I shall wait as long as I need. As long as it takes."

Weiss couldn't suppress a shudder.

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Their business concluded, the trio returned to that same clearing on their way home.

Weiss' mood was even more sour than on the first trip, if that was possible. At first it was the lingering irritation with the son of the Vasilius family, but now it was mostly due to her persistent saddle sores. After they got home, she was never riding another horse again. For sure, this time.

It was also due to their inevitable reunion with the black-haired Faunus child. Weiss knew that both of the redheaded women had a weakness for cute things, and that their definition of 'cute' was vastly different from her own. She was already mentally preparing herself to spend at least a full day here just so they could search for it, and she was not looking forward to that. With any luck, it was already dead. Or it had already fled to the other side of Vale. Weiss would have preferred the former, personally.

They'd barely stopped before Ruby's sharp eyes spotted their quarry. "There! She's still here!" She cheerily pointed to the same tree they first saw it sitting in.

It didn't even bother to hide itself anymore; it sat on a thick branch, openly gazing at the humans. Weiss didn't want to believe it, but she felt like it was looking at her specifically. Creepy.

This time Summer was the one who dismounted, pulling a much larger piece of bread from her bag (it was actually half a loaf, an amount that left Weiss a bit speechless). She carefully walked forward and knelt down near the trunk of the tree, holding out the bread just as Ruby had done before.

Showing far less caution than last time, the creature descended and gingerly approached the older woman, ears twitching. It seemed to be peering into Summer's very soul as it looked on, waiting to see if this was a trap. It must have seen something it liked, for it finally took the bread and bit into it with a tiny smile.

Weiss shuddered as she felt her skin flare into goosebumps. That smile looked positively evil.

And then, in front of the Goddess and everyone, the creature suddenly did something Weiss didn't expect – it tore the loaf in half and handed the piece it hadn't bitten back to Summer, who took it with a pleased smile. Summer bit into her piece as the two ate together quietly. Weiss heard a barely-suppressed squeal from Ruby.

After a few minutes, Summer reached out and ruffled the thing's nasty black hair, then stood up and turned to come back to her horse… but was stopped by a tiny hand clutching her cloak. Two large yellow eyes looked up at her, a clear question written within them.

"Aww… do you wanna come along with us…?" Summer asked with a joyful smile.

Ruby cheered at the prospect.

Weiss was ready to puke.

Before the former Schnee even knew what had happened, the trio of travelers suddenly became a quartet. Summer had plopped the little beast right down in her own saddle and now had it wrapped in one of their spare blankets. Every so often the older woman would look down at her new charge and give a cheeky grin – the thing always grinned right back, making itself nice and comfortable.

As they rode, Ruby started hanging back and trying to make conversation with it, smiling like a fool the whole time. She got to touch those filthy ears once and squealed like a moron. This prompted the thing to flatten it's ears against it's head in irritation, which in turn made Ruby stammer out several apologies.

Summer and Ruby decided to call the child Blake, since it's hair was black – because 'black' and 'Blake' sound similar, apparently. They also said something about one of their old pets being named Blake, but Weiss didn't hear everything they talked about. It was something from before she came to live with them, but that's all she knew.

Weiss stayed at the front of the assemblage, trying to keep from looking behind her, because every time she did her anger boiled up further and further.

They had just 'adopted' a Faunus child. A little monster.

She made a mental note to start barring her door every night when she went to bed from now on.

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Never had the child met such kind humans before. At least, she couldn't remember if she did or not. Her mind got fuzzy so often.

White Cloak was almost like her own Mama, but she smelled different. She was nice to lean back against in the curved seat on the big walking animal; did they called them… hor-sehs? Hor-sees?

Red Hood was funny, but loud. She would probably end up making loud screechy noises like that all the time, but she did give the child food, so she was okay.

Pretty Hair, though… she seemed mad about the child being there.

Blake, they called her. Red Hood and White Cloak called her Blake when they spoke to her; she didn't remember if she had a name before she met these humans, but she liked that name. She was… Blake. Blake.

Blake stared at Pretty Hair as they rode, longing to touch that soft white hair again. She wanted to become friends with Pretty Hair. She wanted to get closer. Pretty Hair seemed so… lonely.

Blake leaned back against White Cloak, sighing as she relaxed into the soothing warmth and softness of the blanket. She was nice and cozy here… but there was a strange pain in her chest. And it only got worse the longer she looked at that pretty white hair.

She hoped it would pass, and soon.

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A/N: That bandit leader was meant to be this world's version of Yang (and she'll be back in chapter 5, don't worry). Since Blake is a child in this world, the only love on display will be sisterly love – all I'm doing is putting her and Weiss in a position where they have to learn to love each other as Big Sister and Little Sister, much like Ruby and Yang do in the canon story (but with fewer fistfights). So if you want a proper Monochrome story, look elsewhere (I personally recommend "I thought, Maybe You'd Mean It" by SumDumMuffin).

Hope you stick around to the end anyway! Also, feel free to drop a review!

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