I've been wondering why Glynda has the attitude she has, and am in the psychological school of nurture, meaning that some situation caused her to act like she does now.

'Text' internal thought of the character

Text what the person reads

=time skip=

-POV change-

=16 years prior to episode 1=

-Glynda POV-

Glynda heard the wale of the baby, her baby. It was the middle of a brisk Friday night in October. She was dehydrated after giving birth to her child. The nurse was cooing the baby, which was cradled in her warm caring arms.

"I want to see him" whispered out Glynda in reverence.

"Of course" warmly replied the nurse as she brought over the baby. "It's a boy. What are you going to name him."

"His name is Nick" Glynda lovingly as she cradled her son. At that moment she knew that she couldn't feel any happier than that moment. The baby had blond hair just like hers and had jade green eyes.

=Nine years later=

Glynda was finishing up her paperwork to end the semester at Beacon. With a deep sigh she expelled she finished grading the last final. Stretching her legs she rose from her desk and began her way to the door. She looked over at the blackboard to notice some of her students had written: We Love You Professor. She smiled, Glynda always tried to make all of her students feel at home and comfortable in her classroom. It was one of her favorite parts of teaching, being around children.

"Tell your son I said hello Glynda." came the voice of her boss. He was sipping from his usual cup of coffee, she had no idea how the man could hold the amount of coffee that he would drink in a day, but as far as bosses went he was good.

"I will Ozpin" With that, Glynda hurried to catch the last ride out of beacon. The trip back to her house was uneventful. She first rode the bullhead down to the train terminal and hopped on the three-o'clock eastern. After a short trip winding through the scenic countryside, which was for the most part devoid of Grimm she reached a quant little town called Ray. It was where she had grown up, and where she wanted Nick to grow up as well. The town had changed much since she grew up there, it had grown in size from the rural farming village she knew to become a village where trade was more focused upon with Vale. Most of the inhabitants were faunus, however, this didn't stop discrimination by the minority humans in the town.

Glynda's house was a short distance outside of town by a forest that stretched far into the distance. The house was a wonderful white walled two story house. Being at her house always made her calm being in the fresh natural air far outside the smog of the city.

When she finally got home she could hear the voices of children laughing and the sound of them running. She smiled, as she observed her son mock fighting with his best friend. She was a rabbit faunus named Velvet who was a year older than him. Velvet was bullied just shy of everyday at school, but Nick had tried putting a stop to it after seeing it occur once. He had came home that day with a black eye and bloody nose accompanied by Velvet. Glynda originally reprimanded the girl assuming that she had done this to her son, Velvet proceeded to break down and cry. Nick actually scolded her shoving her very words down her throat by reminding her not to judge people by their appearances in his cute little voice.

After that the two of them quickly became friends, due to them not being of the same race they tended to get ostracized by the other kids at school. Glynda was always worried for her son, but thought that him standing up for something he believed in was very noble.

She smiled now, seeing her son with a mock sword according to him, but was a stick and Velvet with a shorter stick going at it cracked her up. Glenda had taught her son well on how to fight and be a hunter. She had been training him since he had professed to her, quite sheepishly at the time that he wanted to be like her and be a hunter to help people.

"Hello Velvet and Nick. What are you two doing?"

"We're practicing to be hunters" shyly replied Velvet. Glynda knew that Nick had gotten her out of her shell some, but she was still very shy.

"Sounds like fun. Can I watch, I am a combat instructor at Beacon."

Both children gave a nod and started hitting each other with their respected sticks. Velvet played defensive, it was most likely due to her timid nature. Nick was quite aggressive trying to strike at any opening that he could find. After having no success against Velvet he bent down, picked up some sand and flung it at Velvet. She didn't expect that Nick would resort to such an underhanded tactic, and was blinded allowing Nick to strike her down.

"Nick! Don't ever use such tricks again! They are the only things that separate hunters from criminals." Shouted Glynda in a voice of shock. She thought she had taught him better.

"Sorry" Nick said while helping Velvet back up to her feet.

"It's okay Ms Goodwitch, I'm okay"

"Yes, but he should know better. You need to think of your actions young man. Again, sorry that happened Velvet, would you mind going home. I would like to spend some time with my son." Velvet nodded and walked off down the road.

When Velvet left Nick helped Glynda unpack her belongings for the summer. Their summers for the past couple of years had been heavy on training with dust and different tactics. At this point Nick was past his age in dust knowledge, but still merely at the middle school level compared to Glynda's Doctorate degree in the subject.

Nick and Glynda spent the summer working on combat drills, honorable ones that hunters should know. Nick also spent much of his time with Velvet and her faunus friends over the summer, Glynda was fine with this. When she was asked why she let her son play with the animals by one human mother she merely responded that she trusted Nick and if he didn't see a problem with it than she didn't either, after all they were all people in the village.

Over the summer there was an increase in the local White Fang, apparently they were under new leadership that felt that protests weren't enough, resulting to more violent means and kidnaps. Glynda wasn't concerned with the Fang, she knew that it was only a minority of people who felt that way and she had no need for concern, the attacks were only on racist families up to that point.

The summer neared a close marked by the flocking of birds south away from winter.

"Remember how I said that I didn't get you anything when the summer started?" Glynda asked Nick with a glint in her eyes.

"Yes, what about it?" Questioned Nick with a furled brow.

"Hold on" Glynda hurried into her bedroom to retrieve the item she had brought back from Vale. It was rolled up in cloth which she unwrapped to reveal a sheathed single edged twenty-eight inch sword.

Nick's eyes bulged out of their sockets. "How did you know!"

"I got the idea Christmas break when I came back and you were mock sword fighting with Velvet."

"That's why we've been sword training so much! Thank you so much!" Nick shouted and ran over to give her a hug.

A few days after the gift she was all packed up, ready for the new school year to start. She reminded Nick many times to stay out of trouble and to practice with the sword, now regretting that she got him a weapon that he could harm himself with.

-Nick POV-

Nick had gotten use to his mother being gone for a good part of the week, however she would always come back over the weekend to train and be together with him. However, the first night of the school year was always the worst. He wished he could go to Beacon, he always heard wonderful stories about it.

*CRASH*

Nick rose straight up in his bed. His mother had always taught him that if someone ever broke into the house to call the police and hide. But his mother wasn't here and after the training he went through he felt confident he could fight whoever had come for him. He snuck out of bed, grabbing the sword that he had gotten that he placed at the foot of his bed. Slowly he creeped down the staircase that led from his room to the source of the noise he stealthy tried to find what happened. It was pitch dark that night with clouds obscuring the moon and stars.

"There he is" Screamed an intruder wearing a sickly white Grimm mask standing up from a broken window, as he pointed towards Nick.

Nick wasn't fazed by this, he let out a warriors scream and charged the intruder sword in hand to stab the man in the chest. The man kicked the sword out of Nick's hands, then he made an attempt to grab him, but Nick dodged and clocked him with a right hook to the mask. The mask broke and fell to the floor as the man stumbled back. "Mr. Trod!?" exclaimed the Nick as he saw the face under the mask. It was his homeroom teacher from school. He was a deer faunus and Nick never got the impression that he had a violent hair on his body.

"Sorry kid. HE'S HERE!" Shouted Mr. Trod. Nick could hear the clatter of boots as more faunuses in masks sprinted into the room. One however strolled in, he let out the air of being the leader. He was fairly young from what Nick could judge and was a bull faunus.

"Your family has been a disgrace to this town kid. Your flea infested mother teaches humans how to fight our kind. I say no more, it's time to teach the teacher a lesson and also to rid this town of human filth!" Snarled the bull faunus as he lept towards Nick.

Nick tried to dodge, but the bull was far stronger and quicker than the young Nick. Grabbing Nick's throat he started choking him while slamming him against the hardwood flooring, causing blood to be coughed up by Nick.

"STOP! It would be better if we keep him alive!" Shouted Mr. Trod.

"Why's that, soft?" menacingly growled the bull.

"I'm just saying, the last thing we need is a martyr and especially this one, he's friends with some faunus."

"Fair point, he can also prove to be persuasive to future… unbelievers" cruelly said the bull with an evil smile forming on his face. Nick didn't catch the rest of what was said, as he lost consciousness at that moment.

-Glynda POV-

Glynda always hated to leave her son at the end of the summer. It made her feel like an uncaring monster being away from her son on the weekdays. She decided that next weekend that she got home it would be extra special.

Most of the students had already arrived at beacon and Glynda could hear laughter fill the halls, as student greeted each other for the first time in the main hall. It made her feel light hearted being part of an institution that trained these young kids justice and responsibility, as well as fond memories. She was in her office writing the lesson plan for the year on her blackboard when her scroll buzzed. Caller ID was unknown, so she didn't pick it up, it was probably someone selling something stupid like a frilly scroll holder. The scroll however didn't stop buzzing, after getting quite annoyed she picked up, "Who is this, and make it quick!"

"Is this Ms Goodwitch? I'm the police chief of Ray." Came the remorseful deep voice on the other end of the scroll.

"Yes it is, what is this about, did something happen to Velvet again and my son got involved?" This wouldn't be the first time that she had received a call from the police about her son beating up some bullies who were pestering Velvet.

"No. The White Fang raided your house when you left. I got a call by the neighbors about a disturbance. A window is broken and there's some blood on the floor."

"Oh my Monty! Is Nick alright, he must be worried or in shock" Cried Glynda, the same as any worried mother would.

"...your son hasn't been found yet. We have many people already searching the area around the house for any sign, but the White Fang has done this before here, we... were only able to find pieces of the bodies."

Glynda dropped the scroll a look of incomprehension was plastered on her face. After some time of having the shock sink in she grabbed the fallen scroll and started running towards the landing strip. She called the first bullhead service she knew of, after offering to pay six times what they normally charged she was able to convince the late night shift pilot to pick her up as soon as possible and fly her to Ray.

"Good night Glynda, how are you this fine eventing" questioned Ozpin, a look of concern on his face.

Glynda was nearly in tears, "It's Nick. The White Fang raided the house and took him."

"I'll come, do you have a bullhead coming?" Questioned Ozpin.

Glynda nodded. When the bullhead arrived both adults were waiting at the airstrip. The pilot was already told where he had to go and urgent, he didn't ask questions, making a good three months pay in a single night meant that questions tended to not be good for his health. The bullhead landed less than an hour later and they were greeted by the chief of police.

"Hello, I'm the director of Beacon and this is Ms Goodwitch, please take us immediately to the search."

"Yes of course. I'm surprised at the amount of faunuses that are out here helping, Monty knows they'll be no good, hell I'd arrest all of them if I could but apparently command wants only known not suspected Fang dogs."

"Nick was good to the faunuses his age, I… just can't believe that something like this would happen." Hoarsely whispered Glynda.

The chief shrugged his shoulders and muttered some slurs about faunuses under his breath, while leading them to the car. The drive was short to her house, it wasn't far out of town. A handful of cars were still left in the drive with tire tracks of many that left.

"Many of the searchers have given up for the night. We didn't arrive here until hours after the break in. Now it's just my deputies and the mongrel Scarletina's" Gruffly stated the head of police.

"I'm not impressed by your language at all, if I hear you say any more names like that again I will personally talk to your superiors" coldly responded Ozpin.

Glynda ran into the woods as soon as the car stopped. She knew that if Nick was running from something he would run into the woods as she told him to if any human intruders invaded the house. She was desperately searching for any sign of him, but found known. There were no footprints or broken branches that she could find. It was if the entire forest was mocking her.

It was in a clearing where Mrs. Scarletina found Glynda. Due to her sensitive rabbit ears she picked up Glinda's cries of anguish and sorrow. "Shh, Nick's a smart kid. If he's alive he'll find a way to get back, don't worry." Mrs. Scarlitina said trying to comfort the crying women.

"That's easy for you to say! Your child hasn't been taken, or… or killed" moaned Glynda tears streaming down her face reflecting the now bright half moon. After what seemed like an hour or so Glynda finally calmed down enough for Mrs. Scarlitina to coax her to return to their house. Glynda complied, she was tired with all the crying and mentally exhausted by the loss of her son, the greatest light in her world.

Mr. Scarletina was waiting by the car along with Ozpin, both had searched the woods, as seen by twigs in the clothes and hair. With a single look at both of their faces Glynda knew that they like her had no success. The Scarletina's drove Glynda and Ozpin back to their home. When they arrived it was early morning. When the group of adult reached the door Velvet opened it, "Where's Nick?" sleepy questioned Velvet.

Glynda made eye contact with Mrs. Scarletina to question if she wished for her daughter to know what had happened. With a nod of her head Glynda got the okay, "Nick's been kidnapped by the White Fang. We're all looking for him."

Velvet's face was frozen in shock. She couldn't comprehend how her best friend, who did nothing to hurt the faunus in his life, infact he was one of the nicest to them would ever be targeted by the Fang. "Why… why would they do such a horrible thing. He's just a kid!"

Glynda bent done and gave Velvet a hug to comfort her some, "I don't know, but we're going to find him." Glynda would have cried if her body wasn't as exhausted as it was.

-Nick POV-

Nick opened his eyes. The first thing that he felt as his level of consciousness rose was the cold uncaring floor that he was sprawled on. When he opened his eyes he had to make sure his eyelids were open as the room he was in was so dark it was if he was blind. 'Don't panic. You can handle this, hunters need to be able to handle this. So can I!' That thought kept him confident all of two seconds before his stomach growled. He was hungry, throat sore and his nose was matted with dry blood.

It seemed like ages that he was sitting in a balled form on the floor of the room, he had no will to explore his new surroundings, he was scared and wished to see his mother. He heard two pairs of boots clog down stairs, the sound was getting close to his position. Soon after that he heard the jostle of keys on a ring and the sliding of a lock from a door.

Nick was blinded by the light from outside his prison of darkness. He could see the outline of two faunes men. He could also smell the foul stench of alcohol. One had they key ring, a valuable prize if NAME could acquire it, the other appeared better dressed and seemed to be the former's superior.

"So you're the new guy that Adam wants disciplined. Tell me, do you know what day it is?" said non-key guy..

"No" coaked out Nick.

"Oh, Monty, you know NOTHING you filthy human!" With that non-key guy kicked Nick so hard in the chest that he swore he broke a rib. "From now on you live and die due to what we in the Fang decide." Spat out the man. Both men laughed and slammed the door shut to leave Nick.

"So, you're the new guy? Nice to meet you, name's Edmonde" came a voice from a corner of the cell, I assumed it was a cell.

"Hi, I'm Nick" He groaned out, still clutching his chest. "I'm sure we'll be fine. Mom always says hunters protect those in need."

Edmonde chuckles, "I've been here two years, hunters don't come anywhere near here. This is Chateu D'if, you get sent here and it's best to forget that you had any type of life, you never get out."

"I'll get out, just you wait."

"That's what the last guy said before he starved himself to death, damn guy stank up the cell for two months after that. Nothin' better for me to do sept wait for the stench to go finally."

"I refuse to accept this. I'll get a way out."

"What'cha gonna do when you get out, you'll be an uneducated sod that no one wants." Jested Edmonde.

"You said you didn't have anything better to do, mind teaching me what you know?"

"Might as well, you won't last two days unless I do, and I like your spirit. First thing you should know is you can't rely on anything other than yourself." Nick then felt a blow hit his form on the floor, it was quick, strong and hurt like hell.

"What the Monty was that for!" Nick moaned out in pain.

"Second thing, learn how to fight properly, none of that suicidal goody too shoes fighting hunters do. Nope, you need to learn real fighting. As well as knowledge that will help you survive in a place like this, who knows, perhaps you'll actually escape from this forgotten hole."

=3 years later (4 years prior to the start of episode 1)=

Nick's eyes had grown used to the permanent night of his home for the past three years. They were having another sparring fight with their fists. There was no count down to their fights, as no real fight would give the combatants that luxury, so thus neither did Edmonde give Nick it.

Nick sensed that Edmonde was throwing a punch for his face, with a quick parry of his elbow Nick blocked the blow, he than returned the favor with a roundhouse kick to Edmond's head. Edmonde made a simple duck and followed with an onslaught of punches and kicks, all being blocked by Nick. After this had been kept up for a while both men were breathing heavily.

"I see improvement, let's move on to your next lesson." Edmonde panted. Lowering his arms to his sides.

"Fine by me, old man" Nick lowered his guard, walking over to where the two of them did calculations and wrote on the wall with a piece of rock they turned into their writing chalk. Before Nick reached the wall his head was slammed into the ground by Edmonde.

"I thought I trained you out of this" growled Edmonde holding Nick's head into the floor.

"DAMN!"

"Now we'll start the next lesson, first review what you learned in that fight."

"When you're at a stalemate use words to supplement your strategy and goad your opponent into a relaxed state" Nick stated through a clenched mouth, blood running from his nose.

The two of them next worked on math, there current topic was algebraic equations with geometric shapes. Nick was surprised at how understanding of a teacher Edmonde was on the subjects that he taught, which were theoretical dust application, economics and math. Nick had learned that Edmonde used to hold a high ranking position in the economic division of the Schnee Dust Company, and was targeted due to it.

*Creak* The door to the cell let out a near numan cry as it was opened by the usual guards.

They guards frequented their cell more often than was necessary for food, since the first day the two guards had taken a liking to beating Nick up every chance that they got. These beatings were getting less painful as Edmonde trained Nick how to take punches, but he was never given enough time to heal and was certain that some of his bones were broken, and had been so for quite sometime now.

"What's it today? Whip, boots or fists?" Nick mocked them, he had somehow kept his sense of humor with him, much to the dismay of the Edmonde.

"Neither, it's game day. Also shut your trap before I do it for ya." Chuckled the guard on the left.

The guard on the right brought out a pair of cuffs and after Nick brought his hands forth they were aggressively locked in place. He was escorted in silence down long narrow passages illuminated only by torches. After some time they reached a door that was made of wood rather than the usual iron cells. Outside the door he could hear cheering of a crowd.

"What's in here" nervously asked Nick.

The guards stayed silent, their only reply being to show heine grins. Opening the door and forcefully shoving Nick inside. He found himself inside a steel barred cage. There appeared to be an arena. He was in the sunken down portion of an arena, the raised part was full of faunuses jeering and booing at him. The arena was a part of the prison that was deteriorating and featured a round fighting area with fallen down pillars that were stained with the red brown color of dried blood. On the other end of the area was a similar cage to his own housing a gaunt middle aged man.

A loud buzzard sounded, Nick assumed this indicated the start of the match as the cage he was in was lifted up, as was the other cage. Both he and the gaunt man looked at each other, not making a move towards the other.

"I am your warden speaking. The rules of this little game are simple. Kill the other one before you yourself die. If you win than you will be not be beaten for the next month and given decent food. BEGIN!" Said the announcer voice coming through from speakers that lined the arena.

The gaunt man could be seen salivating when the announcer said that the winner received food. The man ran at Nick with an animalistic howl. Nick didn't wish to fight with the man, but three years of training with Edmonde had made his muscles move on their own. It was easy for him to trip the older man onto the ground and shove his face into the stone of the arena. The man struggled to get up. Nick held the man in that position for some time, he was waiting for this horrible dream to be over. It had been hammered into Nick that killing was wrong and to value every human life. It was his job as a hunter to protect those that couldn't protect themselves, not to murder them for self gain.

"If you do not kill your opponent in the next five minutes you both will be killed. Proceed with the match" came the satanically distorted voice from the speakers.

The gaunt man was able to worm his way out of Nick's grasp as he was deliberating if killing the man was right. The gaunt man attacked Nick with new ferocity, hunger was in his eyes as he swung his arms in a rudimentary form of a punch. Nick easily blocked this and in an attempt to pacify the man broke his arm. The man let out a scream full of pain and anguish as he clutched his arm. Nick made up his mind as he watched the man. He had decided that for himself to live the man had to die. Tear streamed down Nick's face, as he approached the man clutching his arm.

"Sorry" whispered Nick to the other man.

The gaunt man tried in a blind and futile attempt to strike at Nick. Nick grabbed the outstretched hand, pushing it aside as Nick leapt forward grabbing the man's throat. He squeezed with all of his strength, tears rolling down his face. After a bit the man stopped struggling and with it the tears rolling down Nick's face. He stayed in that position until the guards entered the arena and carried his limp body out. Nick couldn't move a muscle, he was fatigued from the mental struggle and the realization that he had just murdered a man, a mother's son so that he himself could live. 'I am no hunter. I'm a monster.' Those thoughts plighted his mind as he fell asleep after being tossed back into his cell, not even uttering a word to Edmonde.

-Glynda POV-

Glynda still held on to the slim hope that Nick was alive, although since there was no sightings of him after three years of active searching and pulling in every favor she had to find him still with no news, subconsciously she believed that he was dead, but would never admit it outloud. Ozpin had convinced her to go back to teaching students at Beacon, but it wasn't the same for her. Her joy of being around children was still there, however she was far more strict with her instructions to the point where students began to resent her.

On days where she felt particularly remorseful or she had overheard a student call her an old unfeeling hag. She would sit on the couch in the teacher lounge that no one visited with the fire on, her cloak draped around her. Her cloak was made by Nick when he was eight as a birthday present for her. He always told her that she could catch a cold and that she should wear something. At the time she thought that it was a stupid gift, but found herself wearing it all the time now, reminiscing on the good times she had with her son.

Ozpin entered the room. He knew that this was where he would find Glynda. "You've gotten stricter on the students. Why's that?"

"When I look at their faces I see my own failure to protect Nick and it kills me."

Walking over to where Glynda was sitting Ozpin stood in front of her, "I won't be the one here who says that I knew Nick better than you, but I think that cape says it all. He loved you and I'm sure that if he was here right now he wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

"BUT HE ISN'T IS HE" Screamed Glynda at Ozpin, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

Ozpin let out a sigh. There was nothing more that he could do today. He took another sip of coffee. He would need to keep a close eye on her, she was still in a delicate mental state after the loss of Nick. 'Perhaps she believes that Nick is truly lost.' mused Ozpin to himself.

Please review and let me know how you liked this. I have another story I'm writing and plan on continuing one of the two, if I don't know people enjoy this I will probably stop this story.