A/N I actually want to write this fic so bad but the RWBY fandom is tiny (especially here) and I don't know if I could balance a full time fic with my original stories,,,but,,,HNNGHHH,,,ALL I WANT IS STRQ CONTENT IF I HAVE TO MAKE IT MYSELF SO BE IT

Raven stared up at the towering building, it was practically a castle, strong walled and centuries old, yet certainly high tech. Surely from the outside it couldn't be destroyed. But...she wasn't planning on infiltrating from the outside.

Her twin brother Qrow was even more mesmerized, his red eyes widened as he stared at the structure.
"I have never seen anything like this in my life." He claimed.

Raven glared at Qrow, then back at the school. She hadn't either, not living with the bandits. But still, he was over excited. The Academies of Remnant would never settle for less than perfect.
"It's Beacon Academy. What did you expect?"

"Not freaking this!"

Raven sighed, despite her over excited twin she was going to actually blend into the crowds. Not stand in awe and become a human soccer ball to passers-by. That's the opposite of what someone undercover should be doing.

Father's words from the day before made their way into Raven's mind, despite being unwelcome in such a place.
"You stand out you die. Change your name, change your clothes, change your weapons, see if I care! All I care is that when you come back you can put a knife straight through the skull of that uptight headmaster, through a Schnee, through Qrow, and any huntsman that comes our way."

"Yes, father." Raven had said.

He glanced to her, a wild look in his eye.
"This can't be settled with 'yes, father', this is a promise."

Raven looked up at her father, who stood from the pillows on the tent floor, he turned away from the girl after brushing off his pant legs. As he did Raven noticed his dark hair stuck to the sweat of his neck and she knew he had just been training. He strutted over to a cluttered table and moved several things before finding what he wanted and lifting it up.

Before he could even say anything, before he could even show what he held, Raven spoke.
"A blood oath."

The man smirked and gave a nod, placing down what looked to be a traditional wooden teacup, and next to it a little gold pocket knife.

Raven picked up the knife before being instructed to, and she felt the cold, elegantly carved handle beneath her fingers. She looked to her father, their scarlet eyes meeting.
"I will learn the ways of a huntress." Raven promised, lifting the gold knife to her lip. She cut, and felt the warmth of blood drip down her chin, she held out the teacup and it caught one solitary drop.

She bowed her head, reciting like a mindless robot.
"And so, as my spoken promise exits my lips and joins the world's white noise, I vow it to be made true before my own eyes, no matter how long the wait and the work. I shall live for my word, die for my word, now, I bleed for my word. Let truth envelope my being, lest more blood shed." she looked up at her father.
"Thank you, sir."

Raven had left shortly after, rubbing her cut lip absently. She expected Father to summon Qrow to his tent next and have him do the same oath, but he never did. Raven and Father's bond was special. It was only theirs...

"Ray!" Qrow yelled, snapping Raven back to their present reality.

She slowly turned around and noticed him past a small crowd of people. She sighed and made her way to the boy.
"What, can you not keep up?!" she scowled deeply.

Qrow folded his arms over his chest.
"Well sorry but I thought you might want to see this." He opened his clenched fist to reveal a tiny glass vile filled with a blue substance.

"Oh, great. You're all into herbal healing or something?"

Qrow shook his head and handed his sister the bottle.
"It's dust. Actual, concentrated, high quality, SCHNEE QUALITY DUST! This, Raven, this is the stuff I came to see." he reached out to grab the vile again but Raven took a step back.

It really was dust...Raven could put it into her clothes, her scabbard, her hair, eyes, mask, she could hide dust anywhere on her and be an instant talent...a prodigy! Not that she wasn't already completely and utterly exceptional.

The Branwen's had seen their fair share of Schnee dust. But Father never let them take it for themselves...now, Where was Father to stop her?

"Thank you, Qrow, I did want to see this." Raven pocketed the substance, despite Qrow's obvious desperation to have it for himself. Honestly, in a world that was fair, Qrow would definitely have had it. But if he did he wouldn't have shown it to her. Raven had to teach her twin lessons she had learned -if you want something, take it and keep it hidden. There. It's yours.

Qrow muttered
"Must have fallen off some rich little thing, ah? In my opinion, dust is just advantage for the rich while the rest of us are stuck with our...semblance. Not everyone has a semblance they can use here..."
Qrow stuffed his hands in his pockets. Raven...almost felt bad. After all, he wasn't sent to Beacon for the same reason as her...and he wouldn't do good. He couldn't do good.

Raven was here because she was a perfect daughter, a perfect fighter, a perfect chief. She was going to learn alongside thousands of huntresses and huntsman, then, she was going to kill the little things with their own knowledge.

Qrow knew this mission, but he didn't know he wasn't a part of it.
Raven's hand brushed over Omen, her sword, just thinking about the unspoken mission she had been assigned.

Qrow Branwen, unwanted twin of the perfect heir, a curse upon the tribe. His semblance wasn't speed, or strength -nothing like that, he was born with only one thing supernatural about him. He was terribly, impossibly, supernaturally, unlucky.

As she looked over to him again Raven recalled learning to hunt with her mother when she was young.

Her mother had stroked her head gently as the two looked over a bird's nest.
"See, dear, this little birdie hasn't learned to fly yet."

Raven gave the squeaking creature a sympathetic look.
"I hope he learns to fly soon, so he can catch up with the other birds..."

Mother laughed gruffly under her breath.
"Raven, these are the birds we hunt first."

Raven stared at her, wide eyed, then back at the creature, it was small, black, and...
"Mother, it has a broken wing!"
Raven quickly cupped her little hands and reached into the nest to grab the bird, but her mother tugged her back forcefully.

"If it cannot fly it was useless in nature. It's bringing the other birds down. We're here to hunt." Mother said.

...Mother killed that baby bird.

And here Raven was, staring at that brother of hers, knowing that she was going to hunt the birds who cannot fly.