New Rose:

Volume I Chapter I:

This is my newest invention, taking over "Remnant's Freelancers'" place in the commonly written. Well, after my story Phantom over at FictionPress. But anyways, enjoy the reading!

17th July 2005

A six year old Weiss Schnee stormed into her room, slamming the large door behind her. She threw herself onto her large bed, and began to sob into her pillow. Weiss heard a short, sharp knock at the door.

"Weiss. It's me, Winter. Open up please." The six year old heard the nine year old plead from behind her door. Winter was her eldest sister, one of two others, and the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company.

"Go away!" The young, white haired girl shouted at the door in response. All was silent, and she could hear her sister's footfalls slowly becoming quieter. But she could then hear louder, more prominent steps heading towards the door. With warning, her father's, Ignaz Schnee's, voice boomed and echoed around the room.

"Weiss Schnee! Come out here this very instant!" He commanded angrily, and the girl began to cry further.

"No!" She screamed at him, her throat raw from the sobbing. She heard some inaudible muttering before her father spoke up again.

"Fine..." He said, anger still evident in his voice, but his mindset had changed. "So be it. Do not come out. I should never have expected you to have been as understanding as your sisters have been." Ignaz said before he walked away from the room, leaving the young girl all ran over to the large bedroom window, staring out to lush green forest on the outside. She sighed, watching the sun slowly make it's descent past the horizon. She sat there on the windowsill, leaning against a wall, resting her head against the cold windowsill. The girl watched as the guards patrolled the outside of the building, slowly wandering around the large family vacation home. Weiss liked Patch, the small island off the City of Vale's west coast. It was filled a diverse culture of many different peoples, such as hunters or fishers. It's vast forests were home to hundreds of species of animals. But also the Creatures of Grimm. They may have been numbered down to only a few thousand, thirty thousand at most, they were still extremely powerful and dangerous. Weiss' thoughts left her as she gazed out of the window, a look of wonder of her face.

"Wei-Weiss?" A small, timid voice came from behind the door, and the white haired girl snapped out of the daze in an instant. "Weiss, can... Can I come in please." She listened to the voice, being almost impossible to understand in the quiet tone it was used. Weiss stood up, walking over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. Who she saw didn't surprise her, she had recognised the voice near instantaneously. "Thank you, Weiss." The voice said, it's owner was Weiss' twin sister, Galatea Schnee. But before she could say anything, her sister gave her a short hug, and Weiss felt the anger wash away.

"It's OK, Gala." Weiss replied calmly, any negative emotion from before now gone. Gala, however, didn't agree with Weiss' judgement on the situation.

"But it's not OK." Gala told the other, slightly taller girl, who smiled sadly.

"What Papa is going to do. Gala, I am sure it's the right thing." Weiss answered, but still, Gala didn't believe her twin.

"But you don't agree with him either." She complained, and Weiss smiled at her again, bringing her into another small hug.

"No I don't." Weiss said, a small growl coming from her accidentally. "But Papa always does the right thing, doesn't he." Weiss told her sister, who nodded slowly. "Now. It's getting late, you better get back to your room, Gala." Weiss informed the twin, who nodded again.

"OK. Night night, Weiss." Gala said as she plodded lightly out of the room, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Goodnight Sis." Weiss replied, heading over to her large walk-in wardrobe, a saddened smile on her face as she pulled out some clothes.

And finished. So this was chapter one of a hopefully finishable (That's totally a word!) story, as I have only ever finished one, all the others I have lost inspiration with, also, I hope you found this interesting. Feel free to review or PM me with any questions, suggestions, or advice. Anyways, as I always say, Constructive Criticism is always useful!

Stinger out!