The scene opens on the headmaster's office of Professor Ozpin, who is seated behind his desk across from Pyrrha, as the last rays of twilight come through the clock-decorated windows.
"Well, it comes as no surprise that they've chosen you to move on to the final round of the tournament. Your performance was exemplary." Ozpin says.
"Thank you, Professor Ozpin, but I would never have made it this far without my teammates," Pyrrha humbly replies.
"Personally, I think it's the other way around," Qrow says while leaning against a column in the back of the room, arms crossed.
Pyrrha turns around and gets up from her chair. Trying to be formal. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe we've been introduced," Pyrrha says.
Qrow, still rather hostile; answers her: "Name's Qrow,"
"Qrow is a trusted colleague of mine," Pyrrha looks at Qrow for another moment before addressing her teacher again. "Professor, if you don't mind me asking, why have you called me here?"
"Please, take a seat," Ozpin suggests. When she does so, he puts his fingers up to his lips, and leans back casually. "What is your favorite fairy tale?" Ozpin asks.
"I'm... sorry?" Pyrrha says. "Fairy tales, stories from your childhood. Surely you must remember some of them,"
Pyrrha was put off by the question, but answers with nostalgia: "Well, there's The Tale of The Two Brothers, The Shallow Sea, The Girl in the Tower..."
Ozpin leans forward. "What about The Story of the Seasons?" Ozpin asks.
"Well, of course!" Pyrrha looks away in remembrance.
"A callous old man, who refuses to leave his home, is visited by four traveling sisters," Each of the four performs a different action, with the white one sitting down, the green bringing a basket of fruits, the orange calling their host out of the building, and the purple gesturing to what's around them.
"The first understands his reclusive nature and urges him to use his time in solitude to reflect and meditate. The second brings him fruits and flowers, tending to his crops and revitalizing his garden. The third warms the man's heart, convincing him to step outside and embrace the world around him. And the fourth and final sister begs him to look at all that he has, and be thankful," A golden light emanates from the old man until it surrounds the four girls, who go on their way with the glow still around them.
"In return for their kindness, the man grants the maidens incredible powers, so that they may continue to help others all over the world. They graciously accept, and promise to share their gifts with the people of Remnant 'til the end of days,"
"Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall; the four maidens. My mother loves that story," Pyrrha says as she lists of the names.
"Would you believe me if I told you that one's been around since I was a boy?" Ozpin asks her.
Pyrrha laughs. "You're not that old, Professor,"
Ozpin turns from playful to deadly serious in a millisecond. "Well, would you believe me if I told you it was true?" Ozpin asks.
Pyrrha was silent for a moment, then gives an uneasy chuckle. "I beg your pardon?"
"What if I were to tell you that there were four maidens existing in this world, that could wield such tremendous power, without dust?"
Pyrrha tries to make sense of this development. "You mean... like a Semblance?"
Ozpin gives a small smile as he delivers his secret. "Like magic,"
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Remnant's Wolverine (Wolverine!Male Reader x RWBY)
Action(ALL ART THAT ARE IN THIS STORY ARE MADE BY ME) You are Y/N, that's the only thing you remember from your past, people call you Y/N, and people call you The Wolverine. You are different than everyone in Remnant, you don't have an Aura, which means...
