"A leader is not defined by the power they wield, but by the courage they inspire in others, even when they feel lost themselves"- N
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'I think however we spend this last day we should do it as a team, I for one think tha-
Before Weiss could finish, however, a pie hit her square in the face, making everyone turn to the culprit.
I'm the queen of the castle! I'm queen of the castle!" Nora yelled, striking a victorious pose atop a stack of tables
Justice will be swift, Justice will be painful, it will be delicious!'
*Flashback ends*
That's the last time I remember being truly happy, everyone laughing as we made a mess of the cafeteria.
Yang still had both her arms and didn't have a care in the world, she made things feel fun, Weiss used to be so bossy that I couldn't stand her, and Blake would be like a phantom passing by on a whim.
But now? Now, because of me, Yang can never be happy with Blake. Because of my eyes, Salem will never stop hunting me. Her responsibility toward me doesn't let her abandon me, I'm the weight on her ankle keeping her from swimming up. I drag her down towards a dark spiral with no light.
Weiss no longer argues with me like she used to. I cracked her fighting spirit, my decisions caused this, she used to push back, and make me better. Now she just nods, because what's the point in fighting a leader who keeps failing?
I took Blake's ability to go home, I trapped her and now she must follow a broken leader who fails at every turn.
Why can't I do anything right
Why Ozpin
Why did you make a foolish naïve girl the leader of a team who deserves so much more than what I can give them?
I roll over and face the teacup Neo nudged towards me, I hear faint steps in the background as my body screams in agony as I hold my body up.
Roman's words flood my ears but it's nothing but a faint buzz as I look at my friends, my family. They stare at me as I bring the teacup to my mouth reassuring my thoughts. The world would be a better place if I just disappeared.
With that thought I gulp down the tea and lay on my back as the ground swallows me.
At long last—peace. Don't worry, Mom. I'll see you soon.
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A thin, blue-haired girl perched on a crumbling rooftop, gazing over the smog-filled city. The night sky is invisible, swallowed by pollution—but that doesn't stop her from looking up.
She keeps looking up—until cracks suddenly splinter through the air. In an instant, a black void tears open and spits out a red figure. The blue-haired girl narrowly dodges the flying object and pulls a large 3-barreled weapon made of rusted metal, and bright pink paint.
Finger tightening on the trigger, she hesitates. The figure stirs. Instinct tells her to shoot—but something in her holds her back. She instead takes a step closer to get a better look at the figure.
It was a girl with skin far too clean to be from Zaun and black hair that faded to a dark red color at the tips. She wore a bright red cloak that stood out against the darkness of Zaun, it was untouched by any grime, and she had thigh-high boots and what seemed to be a dress.
But what truly caught her attention were the girl's silver eyes—lifeless, yet too pure. They reminded her of her sister's, but at the same time, they were nothing alike. Something about them felt wrong as if the universe had made a mistake.