Frozen Rose (Male Reader x RWBY Ruby Rose)

Volume 5: Chapter 3

A good few weeks had passed since Y/N embarked on his mission to find answers about his real father. He had journeyed through various lands, encountered numerous challenges, and uncovered fragments of information along the way. With each step, Y/N's determination had grown stronger, his resolve unyielding.

Now, he found himself standing at the edge of a vast forest, its dense canopy shrouding the path ahead. Y/N took a deep breath, his tall figure casting a long shadow over the bright snow covered ground. He started making his way towards a run down farm.

Y/N: Should be able to get shelter in there.

He walked past a sign saying burnwick farm and made his way into the biggest building. After checking most of the building is clear He started to feel tired so he made his way into the living room and lit a small fire in the fire place and took a seat on the coach, as he took small shallow breaths he suddenly had a memory  a memory about a new "friend" he made on a mission on his way here.

FLASHBACK

The mining camp lay hidden beneath a forlorn, run-down village that had been ravaged by bandits. Y/N, concealed beneath a cloak that barely concealed his tall figure, and Conner, their face hidden behind a mask, shared a silent, determined exchange of glances. The air was heavy with tension, anticipation, and the sense of desolation that hung over the beleaguered settlement.

Conner: Remember, Y/N,

Conner's voice was hushed,

Conner: the truth we seek lies within those walls. We're here to unearth the secrets your looking for so don't get caught.

The duo moved in tandem as they infiltrated the village with a purpose rooted deep in Y/N's heart. He had embarked on this quest with unwavering resolve, a relentless search for the lineage that had long eluded him. They crept through the maze of ruined houses, every breath resonating with the palpable sense of danger.

The village, once a thriving community, was now a ghostly shadow of its former self. Buildings lay in ruins, and the scars of the bandit attack were visible in the blackened remnants of burned structures. It was a place that had known suffering, a place that held the key to Y/N's past.

They navigated through the debris-strewn streets, always watchful for signs of danger. The villagers who had survived the attack were few, and they moved like specters, going about their daily tasks with haunted expressions. Many met their eyes with a mixture of caution and despair, the memory of the bandits' cruelty still fresh in their minds.

As Y/N and Conner ventured deeper into the village, a chill wind rustled the hood of Y/N's cloak, its whisper a harbinger of the perilous path ahead. They reached a fork in the alleys, pausing to strategize.

Conner : We need to find the archives. That's where the records  should be stored. Keep your wits about you, Y/N.

Y/N nodded, and they chose the left alley, carefully picking their way through the labyrinth of desolation. The flickering lanterns, remnants of a once-vibrant community, cast eerie shadows that danced on the ruined walls.

The duo's movements were like a well-practiced dance, executed with precision and finesse. They approached a junction where a group of villagers gathered, their eyes filled with wariness. Y/N and Conner shared a knowing look, silently communicating their intention to slip past unnoticed.

Just as they were about to make their move, a villager, a woman with dirt-streaked cheeks and a tattered shawl, suddenly exclaimed, "Strangers in the village! What brings you here?"