Author's Note:

Gonna be honest here, this is a really weird idea for a fan fiction, though when I think about it thats not really true. Regardless a good fraction of chapter two is done, so uh you should be expecting more in the future.

Any-who I'll just go right out and say it, I don't own RWBY characters... please follow and review

Chapter One: Flamel Rose

That was…what happened? Last I remembered I was walking down the street when an avalanche of roses blinded me. Then there was a flash of light as I was hit by something and then thrown into something else. I remember the pain and agony as something massive crashed into me.

D-Did I die? What a weird way to go then… Death by a bundle of roses…

Dammit…dammit.

DAMMIT! Why?! I haven't even gotten a chance to live my life yet, I never even got a shot at finishing a semester of college. I took a breath and decided to walk, maybe this was just a bad dream and I would wake up eventually. I decided to look down and I found I didn't really have much of a body right now. It was there, but sort of whited out in the same way someone whites out a mistaken pen mark. I was surprised but I was never one to externally panic so much. Of course on the inside I was screaming and crying for mommy just a little, but no one else will get to know that.

My panics and screams continued onwards for several minutes until I finally burned myself out. Once I stopped I decided to take a closer look around this place. It was a huge white void lacking of form or color, infinite in scope, and beyond human comprehension. My body spasmed at the sight of the unnatural void. When I turned around to face a strange pressure…

I almost screamed out a mouth I didn't have as strange white outed being stood inches from my face. It's eyeless face split into an unnerving grin as I freaked out. A resounding chuckle echoed through the white chamber, and I felt static in my ears. I shook my head, trying to get the painful sound out.

"W-What…are you?" My throat felt parched like I had spent months wandering out in the Sahara. The beings grin shrunk away, and I felt raw existential terror as the beings appearance felt familiar.

"What am I?" I curled up into a ball at the beings response. "I am known by many names child of Earth. But in this role you can call me Death." The moment he said this the terrifying vibe faded. The white room was replaced by a plush office building and the being had shifted into an obscured coat. Death racked his fingers against the hardwood desk with almost boredom.

"Um…hi?" The apparent physical manifestation of entropy was strangely calm and I didn't feel even the slightest bit threatened. The tall bony skeleton seemed oddly familiar in some strange way. Almost like an old friend, or a parent or grandparent.

"Sorry about that…there were some small errors here and there with your death" I nodded hesitantly as he started to page through a small book. He looked unsure as he read through it, and gave me a pitying look.

"How unfortunate…you were meant to live until the ripe old age of 109." I felt grief and fear come upon me like ravenous wolves, and I did my best to stay quiet. I had no idea what I was supposed to do anymore.

"What…killed me?" He scratched his head at my question and I wondered if I had died an embarrassing death.

"Well you were blinded by a bundle of roses and in your distraction, a truck slammed you into a gas station where you exploded."

…

…

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I'm sorry." I placed my head on my hands at the response, and groaned. This couldn't be happening to me. Just for the love of god, why the hell does the universe hate me so?

"Well since this." Death flourished his hands for emphasis. "Wasn't supposed to happen, you're being given a second chance in…"

"Another world." Death had intentionally stopped, and I crossed my arms already knowing there this was going. I've read it a hundred times, someone dies they get another chance…so on and so forth. Death or whatever he is seemed to agree and nodded.

"So do I get to choose or…?" He shook his head and I almost pouted. He looked a little sorry for me, and I knew something was up. He sighed and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry but one world has already begun to claim you." I felt a strange pressure well up inside of me as something seemed to pull on my soul.

Death actually winced and I knew it was bad based on just that. "You likely won't remember most of your first decade or so… which is likely for the best" I was afraid to ask what he meant by that. "You will receive a few boons that will help you, otherwise you'd be dead within a week. It comes at a cost however, and will be quite painful."

I felt my breath cut short as the room dissolved back into the white void. I fell flat on my ass as I smacked right into a huge nearly blank black door. Three more were parked around it forming a square shape. The other three were far more elaborate, with multiple strange symbols and signs all over them. I could see salamanders, lions and other occult images around them. Mine was simpler and only had some basic chemical formulas, the basic materials and components of guncotton and the stoichiometric ratio of liquid methane and oxygen, some biological formulas from AP biology and some math. The first three activated, their lightning arcing into mine.

The gateway was nearly torn off its hinges as a mass of black tentacles and eye leaped out. I screamed out and scrambled away in vain, as one of the arms grabbed ahold of my calf. I swear blood swelled out from my fingers as I tried to hold on. I was dragged into a limitless darkness, alone and afraid.

I didn't want to die…

I won't…DIE. I won't

Die…

For a brief moment a light shined and I followed despite the usual warnings about following a light. I couldn't give a rat's ass about that, I just wanted to live! I reached for the light and swam through the dark abyss until I could finally touch the light.

But when I did…

Something happened to me…I smacked into another weak soul and felt a terrible searing pain run through my body. Memories and information were absorbed into my brain…what felt like years passing by in the blink of an eye. The pain was unbearable… and for a brief second I hoped it would stop as the darkness vanished…a blurry and staticky image of a lab visible.

Until the strange area glowed and I started screaming…My mind fading under the barrage of memories and pain…

I heard quiet breathing… my breathing. My eyes burned as sunlight passed through and I grumbled with irritation. I kept my eyes closed as I stood up. But when took a single step, I tripped over my own two feet, and let out a feminine high pitched yelp.

"W-What?" I scrambled into my feet, and heard the flow of running water. I decided to follow it, thinking I could use it to see my reflection. My walk was unsteady and my body felt just odd…

"Woah…"

It's beautiful here…there was a huge and pristine creek shaded by multiple oak trees. I could hear the squeaking and chattering of small animals, with a squirrel passing right under my legs. I slowly walked up to a still pool nearby, and rubbed the soft fabric I was wearing. As I looked down to face my distorted reflection however…

W-What that doesn't make any sense no, no…that's impossible.

"No…"

I grasped my face in shock and horror. That isn't my face, that isn't my face. In the mirror I could see what I looked like now. I grabbed my now heart shaped face, ending in a point, my silver eyes wide open in befuddlement. I brushed my hands through my long and choppy black hair, that gradually turned red at the tips. I was wearing a black sweater that was a little too big for my thin body, ending with white shorts. The outfit was topped with red gloves, two elaborate arrays stitched into them. I also had on a thick white backpack that jingled with something. Whatever was in it was incredibly heavy, but I didn't bother taking it off, since it felt important. I turned back to inspect myself some more. My skin color was a pale almost milky white, and my thin lips had formed into a pout.

"What is going o-on?" I sank to the floor as an incoming flood of bungled memories smacked my head like a jackhammer. Strange concepts and names filled my mind, and I felt only confusion and fear as everything mixed together. For a moment I felt like I was forgetting who I was, until the storm of foreign memories seemed to calm.

The memories seemed more like a distant long forgotten experience rather than something recent. Like something from a third person experience rather than something I had lived through. You would think not losing yourself would be a positive thing, but that little incident had told me just how screwed I really am.

I am Summer Rose.

Ok…now let's recap what's happening right now. One moment I was …walking down the streetand the next I meet Death and end up in the body of a ten to eleven years old child with magic laser eyes.

Fantastic…yay. Well at least I get another chance, rather than dying and never getting to do what I wanted to do. But as as silver eyes warriors I'm not sure I'm ever going to get that chance for very long. I could hide away as a civilian but I didn't find my change very good that I would survive. I would have to find somewhere to live in one of the major walled cities, and would get noticed by someone eventually.

I took a deep breath, and decided to sieve through my new memories. Most of them were useless, and the first two years were a complete blur. Only vague and murky memories of warmth, and usual gross baby things. I didn't have much memories of any family, not even a hint. A scene full of screaming and sobbing was all that I remembered.

"That's not very helpful." I poked my soft hair, and sighed as I looked around the really rather pretty wilderness. I need to leave, maybe if I'm lucky this is just a really big park in a city, instead of a Grimm infested forest.

But I had my doubts I would be that lucky. I searched around the area, looking to see if I could figure out where I had to go to get out of here. My brain told me to head left and I did. I felt it was best to follow the part of me that had been living and breathing in this world rather than little old me. After a few minutes I found a house in an open field, strangely bereft of any signs of grimm incursion. There was a certain vibe that told me to stay away, but my legs ignored the command to leave.

I opened the door…and gagged as a putrid smell filled my nose. The interior of the house looked brand new but something just wasn't right. I ended up in the living room which looked pretty normal. There was a television of some sort on the left wall, with a shaggy carpet in between it and the couch. There was also a small interconnected kitchen that looked filled to the brim with food. A huge bookshelf to the right of the television like device. It was filled with a number of strange nearly esoteric books, and picked one thin black book out to read.

Science of Alchemy Volume 1

By Perenelle Rose

What the hell is this? My…her mother is an alchemist? I opened it up curious to see what was written in it. It also helped to calm down my raging headache.

"Alchemy is the scientific technique of understanding the structure of matter, decomposing it and then reconstructing it. A nearly lost mythical science known only by a select few. This book and its fellow volumes show the basic science of alchemy and how to perform it. A mix of chemistry, artistry and mysticism, the power of alchemy is nearly limitless. But only those with the knowledge and fortitude are able to use this incredible science to its fullest extent." I paged through the book and stopped at a tutorial.

"Circle…" Out of curiosity as well as a strange urge I decided to follow some of the instructions, grabbing some chalk as well as a large stone slab. I drew a practically perfect circle, with another smaller circle within, with an equilateral triangle meeting its vertices with the outer circle. Three smaller circles were all between the two inner shaped, a straight line meeting with the outer array/circle. The array was rather simple, and had no writing. I picked up a loose piece of stone that I absentmindedly identified as granite.

"72.04% silica, 14.42% alumina, 4.12…" I shook my head as I placed the rock on the array. I had my doubts it would work at all but…I was curious. "A basic and generic transmutation array, mainly for deconstruction and reconstruction…"

Well let's test this shit out then. I placed my hands to complete the circle with the thought of what I wanted to make. Let's turns this granite into a nice little birdy then. I closed my eyes doubting it would work, magic like this didn't exist if this is the RWBY universe.

The glowing blue light clearly begged to differ, and my jaw dropped at the crude copy of a crow. It had the same shape but the small details weren't there, the texture was missing. Kind of like if a child had made a bird from playdo. I leaned away from the damn witchcraft and looked down at my trembling hands.

Oh god my head! Why won't it stop?! The stench grew stronger, and I decided to follow it. It smelled like something had spoiled or an animal had died somewhere. I went forward walking through a small hallway with three doors, and glanced down into a dark downstairs area.

"Maybe I shouldn't go down to the dark, scary basement?" I asked myself why I was doing this. But I knew I couldn't take that smell, and it was certainly coming from downstairs. And where else was I going to go? I was in the middle of nowhere and it was unlikely anyone could find me.

So I went down the stairs…

The room was dark and the smell of death was even more imbedded into the musty and stale air. There was a weak light that shined upon three unmoving objects on the floor. I held tightly onto the lovingly stitched book c and I drew closer. I…took smaller more hesitant steps toward them, dread rising up with each creak of steps.

Oh godwhat…

There were three lifeless bodies leaking blood all over the ground. I felt sick and stumbled onto the ground as I tripped over a bottle. When I lifted up my head however I came face to face with someone looking fartoo much like me. I screamed and scrambled backwards.

"No…no…NO!" I threw up at the horrible sight, and couldn't look away from the horrid injuries. All three people were heavily wounded, and I closed my eyes when I caught a peak of their insides. My throat tasted like shit and I gagged at the body tissues streamed about like confetti.

Get away from here… I ran up the stairs in a panic, and nearly threw up again as I ran out of the house. I just kept running, I couldn't stop myself.

I…

I hadn't stopped running for nearly 10 minutes , and I still hadn't reached the edge of this forest. I think I was close, but I certainly couldn't tell with my eyes alone. The light from the sun started to die down, and I noticed a thunderstorm was rolling in. A flash of light flew through the sky and I started counting.

1…2,3

4,5,6

Crack!

That isn't good at all… I have to move and fast. I picked up the pace, my destination thankfully not leading directly toward the storm. I felt invigorated, a strange energy pulsing and surging within me. I could hear more thunder, but it grew quieter and quieter as I ran. The forest grew more sparse and I could smell the signature scent of a large town or city. I couldn't smell any burning so it was probably still a safe town.

"Grrr…" That was about when I heard the worst thing possible for a wayward kid. The growl of a Grimm wolf on the prowl for its tiny and easy prey. I ran faster and did my best to keep myself calm and not terrified. The growls behind me told me I had failed terribly.

I could hear three rustlings all coming from behind me, which was obvious. Oh god I don't want to die! I've already done it once, I don't want to do it again. My jogging shifted into a full on sprint, but I knew they would catch up. I know I was stronger than I was Before, but these things could take hits from Huntsmen and not instantly explode. I almost certainly wasn't strong enough to take one of those dogs down.

My heart rate sped up even more, as the plodding of clawed feet and rustling leaves alerted me.

"AWOOO!" I ran even faster as a fourth louder and and even more blood curdling howl echoed through the forest. My heart practically burst out of my chest as I tripped over a branch.

No…OWWW! I screamed silently, as I felt the wind get knocked out of me. I was now whimpering near a log and in a panic crawled inside of it. A deep growl shook the log, and claws scraped against the old wood. I rolled into a ball as my fear overwhelmed me. The beast's growls grew stronger and more frenzied as it could now taste the terror coursing through my veins. I quieted my whimpers hoping it couldn't hear me. The crack as my log was torn in half wiped away any of my delusions. I could hear him lift his paws one more time, ready to tear me limb from limb, and paint the ground with my entrails and feast on my bones.

I pressed my hands against the log in vain, thinking that somehow my hands would save me. I didn't want to go, I wouldn't go out like this. I needed to know…what could I do to stop that thing from cleaving the tree in half. I didn't know what the hell this tree was made of. I didn't know alchemy well enough to make this tree stronger. I need to know this tree's structure and composition.

I will know…

Everything started to become clear as I felt a dam burst within me. It flooded out and invigorated me, and I blinked as stars showed up in my vision. The log shimmered briefly and suddenly I knew everything there was to know, about this particular log.

The log came from an oak tree, was made of 50% Cellulose, 20% Lignin, and 30% hemicellulose. There were other more detailed numbers and information but I absorbed them in the blink of an eye. I could feel it's structure and knew it would never be strong enough to face a single swipe of my executioner's blade. This body, this form crafted and grown over countless decades, finally ready to fall completely against the claws of a monster.

I saw what I needed to do within my eyes mind.

I needed to transmute it with alchemy and shift it into something so much stronger than it could ever be, then…I had a chance. The byproducts would have a further use too, and I wouldn't let this chance go by.

Time seemed to slow down to a crawl, and I smacked the inner side of the log with everything I had. The incredible array on my gloves blazed with blue lightning, and I heard the slow growl of pain as the Grimm smashed its massive hand against one of the strongest and rarest materials known.

Carbyne…I could sense the nitrogen, hydrogen, and oxygen form a brief burst of gas, confusing the Grimm. It gave me a terrible, terrible idea especially as the wolf changed tactics, reaching out for me with its claws. I strained to convert more and more of the tree to carbyne, barely able to shield it from itself. Too unstable to make for long.

I condensed the air, and grabbed two rocks and clicked them down together as the flammable gas grew more abundant.

Closer…just ignore the growls, keep it together. Make a spark, make a spark.

Make…a SPARK!

Just as long claws lunged for my face, the spark flew and I lost control over the unstable allotrope.

BOOM!

The beast took the brunt of the explosion, and I was thrown back catching a sharp rock with my chest and stomach. Further explosions followed, and with my blurry eyesight I saw multiple Grimm fighting against the intense flames, they were screaming as their skin was burned off their bodies.

I…fuck yeah, take that you something…something.

As my eyes started to close shut, I saw a blur cut through the remaining Grimm like a hot knife through butter. Whatever or whoever it was kept his distance and I tried to call out to him. I screamed until my voice was hoarse, and nearly gave up hope until he jolted.

I smiled in relief as he ran toward me, my sight growing blurrier by the second. He blurred and I collapsed further as he lifted me up in his strong arms.

The only thing I remember before passing out was the cane he used as a weapon.

"This was a mistake!" I whimpered as an ashamed and guilty sounding female voice echoed through the darkness.

"But this is a complete breakthrough! Transdimensional Aura transference opens up new possibilities of science and alchemy! And the knowledge we've obtained from that other world in what they call 'chemistry' and their physics and aerodynamics…' A deep and rumbling male voice responded to the motherly one and I could hear the women's huff.

"People had to DIE to get that knowledge Nicholas! And Summer is sick and confused, the poor soul forcefully pulled into our world without a choice." The male growled and I flinched as something broke.

"It doesn't matter if a person or three gets hurt! With this new knowledge, we can save millions of lives. This could be a new rebirth of Alchemy, perhaps we can even learn the secrets of Dust itself." I trembled as my body felt achy and a full on shouting match started. The darkness around me grew darker and darker, the shadows cutting deeper.

The memory faded and I could now see a shadowed scene, a mother and her little girl conversing quietly. The mother was lying down on one knee while placing her hand on the child's forehead. The child was shivering and I felt a nearly familiar longing.

"Where does it hurt?" The girl shook her head, and removed her mother's hand from her head.

"I miss them…I want to go home. But I also want to bring you with me away from that monster. Alchemy seems like such a gift, a miracle, it's not the end all be all of course. But if people worked together it could be a tool to do so much good."The young mother stroked the child—my head with motherly affection and I felt terrible that I had forgotten such a kind women. We kept talking transitioning into whispered Spanish. The scene faded from sight…and the dream shuddered once again.

We were in the basement…

"You bastard…you killed him!" Her/my mother shrieked lunging against the taller man. With a flash of white aura she was on her knees, her breath ragged. I was there too…trembling with unholy terror.

"He's not dead yet…the brat's mention of that stone. If she can get power like that…she'll be an unstoppable killing machine!" The man sounded mad, and the women…Perenelle lobbed a wad of spit in his face. He attempted to back slap her but she nearly cut him with a concealed knife. I started to scream as everything became distorted…only brief flashes like broken glass shining through.

A fight that moved faster than the blink of an eye, the other man standing up and fighting. And ending with the circle activating… and all three of them collapsing.

The women laughed bitterly as she lay bleeding out on the floor. S—Istood catatonically and walked robotically outside…like a puppets whose strings had been cut. That…horrible man screamed out in rage and betrayal.

"I helped you design the array Remember? Did you Really think I would let you make an actual one? But even so…you still got a bit of what you wanted dead old Nicholas. She's stronger than ever before if not in the way you wanted…and I think that will comfort her." The other unnamed man spoke up with with a hint of well deserved smugness.

"She won't remember you…the trauma is too great."

I already knew that was a lie…this dream alone was a middle finger to that fucking bastard. I'm not sure I really wanted to remember more…but if there are more memories of her…it won't be so bad.

"I still won you…"Everything grew silent and I knew all three humans were gone from this world, their injuries and the drainage of their aura too great for them to sustain.

I…

The darkness…cutting once more and my consciousness faded…

"Hmm…" I grumbled as I held on tightly to my pillow, not able or willing to stand the harsh light over my head. Wherever I was felt comfortable, except what felt like hands rails where my bare toes curled up against them.

Aluminum, plastic, steel…stretcher…

My eyes opened wide as everythingflooded back in and I felt my lip quiver as the sadness and confusion sunk in. I was staring against an unfamiliar ceiling(heh) and was almost ready to stand straight up until I heard a polite cough. I leaned against the bed I was in, and carefully straightened my back against the wall. Sitting down on a standard wooden chair was a man in his early thirties with tousled black if graying hair and thin brown eyes. He had a light complexion with sharp features and a mysterious half smile.

Oh god it's Professor Ozpin in his youth…and that could only mean that he…

"Is something the matter?" I shook my head at the older man's question. He looked skeptical but it weakened when I started quivering. I took a closer look and marvelled at how little he had changed. He looked younger, but he wore essentially the same outfit after so many decades. It was a little nerve wracking to meet the Wizard responsible for creating the Maidens. To meet someone who had been fighting against evil for thousands of years on end.

It was frightening too, to meet someone who probably saw me as a chess piece in a game as old as this entire world. He remained silent as I got my bearings, still unable to believe what had just happened to me. I sniffed as a strong and delicious fragrance wafted through the room. I'm sure my eyes lit up, as a nurse of some sort brought in a food cart. She was nice and curvy and looked like someone out of a magazine.

She wore the usual blue nurse's outfit that could barely contain how womanly she was. I glanced away from the perky brunette and my arms rose up of their own volition. Not that I would stop them, I'm hungry as fuck and a guy—gals got to eat. She gave me an amused smirk that made me flush, and then passed a few plates of food. One plate contained a great deal of pasta, the second to the left of it had some kind of seasoned chicken, while the third had a few apple slices and two chocolate chip cookies.

I could barely contain myself, but I managed to keep from gorging out. You would think hospital food would taste bad, but in this case it was great. I ate the pasta first, and despite my restraint I still ate it all within a few minutes. The chicken came next, and I was tearing the meat off the bones ravenously.

"Good…" I muttered as I took another bite, and pouted when I realized it was all gone. I ate the sweet apple slices slower, and kept asking myself why I never ate more apples when I…was alive. I shook my head, not wanting to think about it. Soon I was nibbling on the cookies, and covered my eyes with my long hair out of embarrassment. Both the adults were grinning and I growled in frustration, as some stray thoughts hit me. Now that I was kid again, people would take me even less seriously than before, dammit!

"Azora…thank you for bringing the young child a meal. If you wouldn't mind, I would like to speak with her alone." The nurse nodded with trust in her eyes, and she ducked out of the room before I could say anything. I straightened up my back, and faced the Headmaster with a tilt of my head.

"Is something wrong mister?" I felt like that might be the best way to address him as a ten year old. Hopefully it wouldn't look like I was forcing it and he would buy it. He looked a little hesitant for a moment, before his expression hardened and he gave me a more steady look.

"Yes…I have some questions for you, young lady. Do you mind if you can answer them for me?" I shook my head, deciding to accede to his request, believing that being difficult would only raise his suspicions. Ozpin leaned down to face me, and I directed my gaze to his nose. I don't think I could maintain with eyes that intense looking.

"Now what were you doing in that forest?" I opened my mouth and then closed it again. What the hell was I doing at such a dangerous and isolated forest with a bunch of dead bodies? I rubbed my chin, and went through my memories to figure it out but got nothing. The only guess I had was that whoever took care of me were alchemists and something went terribly wrong as one of them went mad with power. I gave him a shrug and he again looked skeptical.

"Sorry…but it's the truth, I don't remember how I even got there. I'm just as confused as you are." That seemed to belay his suspicions and I let out a breath, having held it by mistake.

"Fair enough…how about your name? Do you remember that?" I nodded and he looked pleased.

"Summer Rose." He didn't seemto find it familiar, but he did look happy to hear it. Whether it's because I remember something or because he finds it familiar I couldn't know. I hoped the questions were done for now until the wizard threw me a curve ball.

"Summer…" I flinched as he called me by my name. "In the area where I found you, there was some oddmaterial lying around, along with the smell of gas. You wouldn'tknow anything about that wouldyou?" I started to fiddle with my fingers, as my anxiety and nervousness came out to play. He had the look of a man that had gotten a checkmate and I knew I was done for. I could still play this off a bit, he didn't seem to know we had a lot in common yet. So telling him my semblance in the right way shouldn't be an issue, my special silver eyes had already brought his attention anyway.

"Uh…well when I was looking for a way out of the forest…I got found by Beowolves." I shuddered as I remembered the horrible scene, and felt sick for a moment. I jumped as Ozpin placed his hand on my tiny shoulder, and I calmed myself. "I hid in a hollow log out of panic, but they still f-found me. I didn't want to…" the headmaster gave me an understanding look, and I kept going. "I felt something inside of me rise up to the surface in defiance. Then I touched the log and I knew everything about it, and made it into something else."

"By something else…" I jolted up as Ozpin pulled a black object from a sealed bag. A small piece of black carbon revealed itself.

"Yeah mean this." I nodded and he looked like he was satisfied with the answers he had gotten.

"You seem to have unlocked your semblance then young Summer." I tilted my head, feigning child like confusion.

"Semblance?" I asked him with a curious expression. On the inside however I was screaming out to the heavens above.

Semblance…I have a semblance, I have a semblance!

Holy shit…

"You should know about aura yes?" I nodded my head unsurely and he smiled at my answer.

"Your Semblance is the unique power manifested by your soul. It represents an aspect of yourself, of your personality." I nodded along to his brief explanation, if my hands felt clammy as his expression turned grave.

"Once someone's aura is activated it's impossible to go back to a normal life." I already suspected I was screwed when that happened. "You'll also have a more difficult time interacting with others of your age without…incidents."

Fair enough…a normal human would literally explode under the kind of damage even the weakest aura used could do. If I interacted with the only somewhat tougher Remnan civilians then I would probably kill them by accident.

Still a strange coincidence that Ozpin of all people would be the one to find me of all people. Could be any number of reason why it was him. Maybe he knew where I was, or whatever brought me here decided to help out. It could be total dumb luck and I'm very very happy if it was. I very much would like my insides to stay insides. But I guess getting roped into being a Huntsmen is the price I have to pay to live. As well as never getting to see my family even again…

"Young one…are you alright?" I nodded my head not wanting to deal with all of those thoughts. Ozpin clearly had an idea, and I was waiting to find out what he had for me.

"A friend and I can train you and hone your skills in the way of aura." My eyebrows rose over my head, and I couldn't believe my ears. The Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon Academy, the Wizard himself wanted to teach me. I really wasn't sure, but at the least this semblance should be fun to use. I raised my hand and quietly let out a breath of irritation.

"Okay sure…whatever." Only a tiny hint of bitterness leaked through my voice. I noticed with some discomfort that I was wearing a hospital gown. No, not the time to worry about that stuff.

"So uh…what's going to happen to me now that I've said yes?" I asked him, feeling some amount of worry.

Stop with the creepy smile you perv…

The look on his face told me I hadn't said that in my head like I had thought.

"Uh just saying smiling all mysterious like that could be taken in the wrong way." Surprisingly he seemed to agree with me, with a small nod.

"Fair enough…now it will take some time to get the papers ready for you to leave." He stood up, and I tilted my head at the new information. I didn't understand what that meant, was he adopting me?

"I am not adopting you…if that is what you are thinking. But a close friend of mine is, and I've pulled a few strings to speed up the process. She will be your primary trainer and caretaker when I'm not around. She is a very skilled Huntress who can teach you a great deal." I nodded, and he coughed politely standing up to leave.

"It's time to take my leave young miss. You have a bright future ahead of you." Just as I started to relax as he stepped out I froze again as he re entered the room with an almost sheepish expression.

"Oh there's something else as well." He rifled through the white backpack I had come with, and pulled it several of what looked like a huge heavy case filled with…

Solid State Drives? I guess that's why they weighed like half of my own weight. How the fuck did I run with something that big and not…never mind I tripped and was almost eaten alive.

He closed his mouth at my look and shook his head in disappointment. I suppose he realized I had no idea what was in those storage devices. There were a few books here as well, and I paled when I realized they were the alchemy books. He had another frustrating smirk on his face

"Perhaps you can tell me what this is?" He waved the book around and I sulked, also realizing this was the house from before.

"You read it didn't you?" He nodded and I palmed my face in response. "Then it's exactly what it says it is. But don't ask me how much I know since I don'tknow. In fact I'm quiet bereft of any memory in the first place." His expression turned serious and he gave a once-over that made me fidget.

"It has something to do with the corpses doesn't it?" I flinched at his bluntness and I nodded, my own suspicions aside he must have looked around the house too before I woke up.

"Do…" I stopped my question, but he placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded.

"Do you know what happened to me? Why were those people all dead? Why can't I remember everything? Just please…" I was already lying to him, I already had a horrible…horrible glance of what had happened…but it was still incomplete. But why did the man turn from a kind of gruff person into a monster?

"I…I'm sorry to say I have little idea myself of what has happened. I dabbled in alchemy a very long time ago but…never to this extent. The only thing I can tell you is that an alchemical ritual did something to your soul." I grasped my chest and remembered that terrible gateway…shuddering all the way. I pointed to the book in question and he shook his head. "If you're asking if I can read it… I cannot as they seem to be in some kind of code as well as in a foreign language." I froze and thought back to the book. The book was in…

Russian! Oh my god how the fuck does that make any…and I can understand it too. I also just realized how perfect it is, back on Earth well over a hundred million people could speak it, but here it's unlikely anyone would. There were also some bits of Greek with some more complex arrays I had glanced at. So two languages that for whatever reason I could perfectly speak, read, and maybe write. I opened my mouth, and a quiet yawn made itself known.

Ozpin's expression softened and he seemed to remember himself, placing the electronic devices away, and storing away the strange books.

"Perhaps this should be for another time miss Rose…" I nodded as my tiredness set in, a medically induced sleep didn't count. "I will help you pack your possessions as well as…incite the proper rites for your family." I closed my eyes…and sighed in relief at his fading footsteps.

What a strange word I've found myself in. The strange knowledge of alchemy almost certainly didn't all come from me. Some of their knowledge must have bled into mine, while the rest could be from years of study. My field back home would have had a fair amount of chemistry involved. I steadied my breath and tried to take a nap again, failing.

T-That was really something wasn't it? I looked around the room, and felt relief at the peace and quiet. It also gave me some time to start crying.

Don't judge me…I…

I just wonder just who is going to be taking care of me?

W-What?

"Oh everything will be just fine Professor Ozpin, I know how important this must be for you. I will train and raise her to the best of my ability."

My eyebrows twitched as Ozpin listened to a blonde woman in her late 30s to early 40s. As to why they were twitching? She looked almost exactly like Glynda Goodwitch, with a few minor differences here and there. The shade of her green eyes is darker than her daughter who was standing stiffly behind her. Her outfit was more modest in some way, no cape at least. She wore a bright golden blouse paired with black tights that really fit her well. I turned to look at her daughter more closely curious to see if it was her. The girl looked a little awkward, and when she caught me staring gave me a small awkward wave.

She was kind of cute…but she was still too young for me to feel much of anything other than that. But I decided to wave back enthusiastically, keep up the illusion of being a relatively normal child for a while longer. I had my doubts it would work for long, but pretending is fine with me.

Actually Glynda looked about 14 or so, so she had another three years to go to enter Beacon. I wonder if our Semblance's are similar enough so she can help me. Probably not but the idea sounds nice if I'm going to be living with her in the same house. I kind of hope this doesn't affect canon too much, as in anything during my first four years, I'm fine with changing everything after.

For a number of reasons…

"Um…hi." I jolted as Glynda suddenly appeared to my left. She had practically teleported in the three or four seconds I had glanced away. I felt my lips lurk up into a small smile at her shyness. It was really quite adorable in fact, my grin rising further. She seemed to flush as she looked at me, and my head tilted in question.

"You're adorable…" I puffed my chest at the obvious truth and lifted up my hand to shake hers. That doesn't make any sense for a ten year old to do but I want to do it anyway. Glynda took my head, and I fiercely shook up and down a steady three times. Her expression was rather funny, and my grin grew more sardonic.

"What…have you never seen a kid give someone a handshake?" I said that in a cutesy tone that was easy to pull off at this age. Glynda twitched and I knew I could have a little fun with this. I could understand why my own brother would do that kind of shit. It's really entertaining when the victim gets annoyed, all the little quirks they display while angered.

"Ahem…" But now wasn't the best time for this. I turned to face my adoptive parent, who had a slightly strict look. She didn't say anything about what I was doing, but I noticed the subtle smirk on her face. You know I'm noticing a lot more of people's little expressions they make subconsciously. That's surely a good thing, I've never been the best at that kind of junk and I need all the help I can get.

"H-Hi…" but that didn't mean I didn't feel nervous when Glynda's mom actually paid attention to me. I interlaced my fingers as she walked even closer, her sizable stature now far more noticeable. Her stern look vanished and shifted into an uncomfortably loving one. She leaned down to face me with a light smile, and I smiled back, unsure of what to think.

"So I'm going to be the one to adopt you, is that okay?" I nodded strongly, thinking I could trust her. I mean Glynda Goodwitch is alive in canon isn't she? Regardless we're talking about a well trained Huntsmen who's survived years against an endless horde of bloodthirsty monsters. If she can do that, she can certainly keep a kid safe and healthy. She offered her hand to me with a wider smile, and I took it with relatively little hesitation. I didn't have anywhere else to go anymore…

"My name is Gilda Goodwitch."