Qrow Branwen X Reader

A Much Needed Talk

Around a campfire, Ruby, Qrow, Jaune, Ren, and Nora sit on four logs positioned in a square. You were sitting on a boulder behind Qrow; you were holding your broken chain, remembering how much force you placed on it. Qrow has just finished telling the story of the Maidens. There is silence, and Qrow takes a swig from his flask. He has a bandage wrapped around his abdomen over his clothing, "Really? No questions?"
"Of course, we have questions. This is just... a lot to take in."

"Of course." You sigh.
"So these... Maidens... They're powerful fighters that don't need Dust to use magic."

"Yeah."

"And there are four of them?"
"Yup. Always."
"Which means that, whenever one of them dies, the power transfers to someone - a female - that they cared about?"

"Whoever was in their thoughts last. Important distinction. The best option is someone we can trust. Regardless, their souls become combined, in a way." You add.

"And that's what you were trying to do to Pyrrha... the night the tower fell. You were trying to turn her into one of them." You turn your attention to Jaune as he looked at the ground.

"The previous Fall Maiden, Amber, had been attacked. She was young, inexperienced. And her assailant, who we now know is Cinder, somehow managed to steal some of her power, but not all of it. We were afraid that if we didn't do something, the rest would go to her as well." Qrow adds in.

"So, you forced it on Pyrrha." Jaune angerly turned to you. "We didn't force anything. We explained the situation and gave her the choice, and she chose. You were there with me at the tower."

Jaune hangs his head for a brief moment before getting up and walking several feet away from group. Qrow watches him go, "That guy, Tyrian - why was he after me?"

"Well, you definitely painted a target on your back with what you did at Beacon. I told you having silver eyes is a rare trait. And the fact that you were able to use them seems to have upset some very powerful people. Not many people know about the silver eyes. Those that do aren't very happy that one has surfaced. That's why I've been keeping an eye on you to make sure you were safe. All of you."

"Well, then, why not just travel with us? It seems like that would've been way easier." Ruby looked at you. Jaune answers her loudly enough to be heard, but with his back still turned to everyone. "They were using you as bait."

"Jaune, we wanted to make sure all of you made it to Mistral. Tyrian was an obstacle we didn't expect. I don't want any more accidents." You spoke out. "So, Pyrrah was just an accident?"
"Don't put words in her mouth." Qrow quickly defends you. "You have no idea what she went through after-"
"Qrow, stay in line." You muttered.

Jaune turns back to face you, "What is all of this? Ruby's being hunted; the schools are being attacked, all for what?! What is the point of all of this?! Will you just tell us what's going on?!"

"There are a few things we can not speak to any of you yet. Everything needs time to comprehend; it's not easy to explain everything right off the bat."

Qrow stares at him then slumps over with a sigh. "Would you sit down? You're stressin' me out, 'kid."

Jaune sits back down on his log and crosses his arms. Qrow starts to take another swig but changes his mind before the flask reaches his lips. "Not many people are super religious these days."

Qrow caps and sets the flask down, "This world's been around for a long time, long enough that people have created dozens of gods. But if you believe Ozpin, two of them are actually real." You hop off the large stone. Qrow glances at you as you sat down next to him "(Y/n) here knows this story like the back of her hand. Almost as if she was there." Your eyes widen a bit; you knew the stories because, like Ozpin, you were there. However, you were not allowed to tell them anything; that was a promise you made to Ozpin.