Prologue: The Night Sky

The restless heiress wandered towards the large oak tree in the courtyard. Tonight was worse than most. A warm breeze brushed past her pale skin, setting her long ivory hair aflutter. As she reached the base of the tree, she leaned against it, letting her vision adjust to the scene she was standing before.

"Dark nights are a thing of the past, it seems," she muttered to herself as she scanned the courtyard, an eerie blue glow flooding her surroundings.

She glanced skyward, and above her hung a myriad of colors conglomerated in a massive nebulous cloud, occupying the space where a star known as Horus-B had resided just years earlier. Seemingly frozen in time, the galactic light show was nothing new to her, but it never ceased to draw a wandering eye towards it.

She winced as a sharp pain in her head selfishly brought her thoughts back to her situation. The pain was behind her left eye, once again. She cursed her scar under her breath, determined that the mark was the cause of her affliction. It was strange, however, her scar hadn't caused her any pain in the previous year, but it started to become increasingly problematic over the last few months.

She felt the pain the worst during nights where the Horus Supernova shone brighter than a dozen moons, making sleep for the students at Beacon Academy difficult, and for her, impossible.

She sighed and let herself slide down to the ground under the tree, holding her hand over her aching eye, as if it would somehow help the pain. It didn't.

"So this is how my second year is going to be, huh? Spending my nights alone in the courtyard, unable to sleep?" She wondered to herself. She let her hand lump to her side, tired of holding it up near her face. Her eye was still bothering her, but she tried to ignore it as she looked towards the galactic anomaly that caused the muted aquamarine haze of her surroundings.

Horus looked like a tear in the sky, like the night sky had just clumsily allowed itself to get pricked by a thorn in a rose bush. Horus was the wound, but it showed no signs of healing. The past few years were proof of that.

Once again, the pain in her eye begged for her attention, but she ignored it, letting the warm breeze of the summer night wash over her, lulling her into a sense of comfort. She sighed deeply, allowing her eyes to close and the glowing night sky to lay her to sleep.

Here it is, my first full-fledged fanfic. Currently in-progress but with full intension to finish it at some point.

Fun Fact: This story started out as an OC fic, but I realized that the cast of Team RWBY actually fit better in these roles. Plus, I love me some White Rose.

Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated!