Author's Note: Hello! I just finished RWBY season 3, and I fell in love with the story and characters. This story contains quite a bit of spoilers so if you have NOT finished and caught up to where the story currently is, then thankyou for checking out my story, but I advise you to come back later once you have finished season 3.

I unfortnately don't have much time to write, so with this story, it will be kept short, and simple. With very little editing. I'm hoping if I keep the chapters short, sweet and to the point, I will be able to finish.

This takes place three years after season 3. I hope you enjoy it. :)

Chapter One:

All that Remains

Ruby and ebony hair flowed and waved with the gentle breeze. The wisps of hair kissed her pale face, silver eyes looked on to the marked graves before her. It had only been three years. Three painstakingly years. A crushing emptiness threaten to consume her once brilliant honest soul. Silver eyes that once held life, was dulled by the war. It was true, she wanted to become a huntress. To become a hero that once had been read to her, and while she had accomplished all of what she had dreamed, it came at a great cost.

She turned on her heels, as she began walking. She no longer had and tears left to shed. Today, was the first official day of the war coming to an end though it ended months ago. She had mastered the power behind her eyes, and was finally able to bring a swift end to the war that stolen so much from her. Her innocence, her purity, her loved ones.

The Grimm were still numerous, no doubt from the negative emotions that dwell within the hearts of those who were left behind. She was just as guilty as those she was surrounded by. Huntsmen, and huntresses alike would have a steady job over the next few years. Busy cleaning up the mess left behind.

She stood at the edge of the graveyard, taking one look over her shoulder. As far as her eyes could see, the rolling hills were decorated with flowers. There was never no time to mourn the dead, no time to mark a grave in remembrance. She had spent a few hours walking through the rolling hills of sorrow to find each person she had come to know.

She pulled the hood of her cape over her head and continued with her brisk walk away from the graves. She could never put enough distance between her, and the shadow of nightmares that followed her.

Soon she found herself running, her cape fluttering in the wind. The more she ran, the more her heart wrenched and twisted in her chest.

People were in a dazed as a flash of red soared past them, leaving them in her wake.

Before she realized, the sun was setting, a trail of rose petals leading to her location in the woods. Numerous trees had been sliced, bleeding their sap onto the ground below. Breathless, Ruby was leaning on Crescent Rose for support. Her hair a messy heap, sticking to her face as sweat beads rolled off her nose. She stood up, using her sleeve to wipe the sheen of sweat from her face as she looked at her surroundings to get her bearings.

This was all that was left of her. This was all she could. She knew the truth, and the truth of the matter she died long ago on the battlefield. She would forever be stuck in that moment. The moment that forever changed her.

Her grip tightened on the staff of her weapon, her eyes narrowed as she desperately tried to push away the consuming thoughts.

Moments passed as twilight had come and passed, the white shattered moon shining in the emptiness of the night.

Ruby collapsed her weapon, placing it in the holster on her back. The leaves crunched beneath her feet as she made way to a small cabin in the woods, that she had been raised in. A place that once were home, but now was only a roof over her head.