Shattered Past Book 1: Chapter 1

I DO NOT OWN RWBY

*Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip*

A cold dark storm hanged over the great city of Mistral. A cold breeze through a dark and damp alley filled with puddles. The wind was harsh and unforgiving.

*drip* *drop* *drip* *drop* *drip* *drop*

Droplets fell on a poor and forgotten child. Her emerald eyes opened to the freezing winding biting at her exposed her skin. Her red hair that was in a ponytail was caked in filth, mud, and blood. She pushed herself on the wall to find a large knapsack was rested beside her. It had a name. "Pyrrha Nikos." She read out loud. Who was Pyrrha Nikos?

The redhead opened the knapsack to find a sword, shield, headpiece, and a note. She took out the note.

'Hello.

Your name is Pyrrha Nikos, you are a seven year old, and you have no parents. Do not attempt to remember the past, do not attempt to find your parents. You have been a chance to live a normal life, don't waste it. This weapon and shield are now yours, as is the headpiece.

Trust no one, but yourself, rely on no one but yourself.'

She stuffed the note back in the knapsack.

"Pyrrha Nikos." She said again. It was true, she didn't know her name or even her age. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. She looked down to notice that her hair, clothing, bronze colored shirt with red shield and spear, was drenched in what appeared to be blood.

What happened? She thought to herself, she tried to remember, but nothing came up, no memories, no anything. Her memory was a blank slate. She picked up the sword and shield and slung them over her back as she carried the knapsack that had the headpiece.

"Hey there little girl." A tall man in a trench coat said from a distance. He pulled out a gun. "Why don't you give me that bag? I'll take the weapons too, you are much too young to have such dangerous toys." The man said.

"No, these are mine!" Pyrrha shouted back with a growl. She felt attached to them for some reason and wouldn't let some stranger take them from her

"Don't be stupid!" The man shouted as he raised his gun. Without a thought, Pyrrha ran out of alley.

"God damn it." He aimed the pistol right for the girl. The girl turned quickly to see the man pointing his gun right at her. She heard a *Bang*

Pyrrha felt something slam into her unprotected shoulder. She fell to the ground giving out a yelp in agony. She felt as if a bolt of she got speared with red hot poker. She tried to lift herself but her refused to hold any wait. She collapsed back on the ground.

Another man stood over her. She looked up at the man standing above her. He was an older man with slightly messy blonde hair with streaks of gray along the sides. He carried a sword and a shield with golden arcs on it.

*BANG* *BANG* BANG* The assailant's gun went off aimed at the man with the sword and shield. He raised his shield *DING* *DING* *DING* The bullets ricocheted off.

The assailant cursed and turn to run away. The man with sword and shield watched as the assailant ran away, he turned his attention to the little girl who had been shot. To his surprise, she wasn't crying, she did however have tear streaks coming out as she squeezed her eyes shut trying to shut out the pain. He also noted all of the caked blood in her hair and her clothing, which was clearly there before the gunshot.

The man knelt down. "Hey there… everything is going to be alright." He tried to comfort the wound. She held her shoulder. "Can I see your shoulder? I need to make sure you're alright." The girl opened her eyes.

She looked at the man who was kneeling over her. She knew that note said not to trust anyone, but this man wanted to check to see if she was alright. Her shoulder felt like it went through a shredder. "I'm not here to hurt you, I want you to help you." He said.

She nodded and lifted her hand away, that's when she saw the blood bubble up from the wound. After a few minutes, her shoulder felt numb, her eyelids started to feel heavy.

"Hey there, come on stay awake on me." The man gently picked her up, weapons and knapsack all. "Come on, focus on my voice. What's your name?" He asked quietly.

"Pyrrha" She said as the man rushed with her in her arms to the hospital which was a few block away.

"It's nice to meet you Pyrrha. My name is John. So what do you like to do?" He tried to keep her awake and talking.

"I don't know…." She said quietly, her speech slightly slurred.

"Who are you parent? What are they like?" He tried again, one more block.

"I… d..on'..t kn…ow…" She said as her eyes started to close. She was losing a lot of blood. John cursed. He enhanced his speed using his aura within a few minutes he was at the hospital. He ran into the emergency care unit and found the nearest doctor.

"I need help, this little girl was shot!" The doctor looked over the little redheaded girl.

"Nurse get me a stretcher! We've got a gunshot wound." The doctor ordered. The nurse quickly arrived with the stretcher. "We'll take it from here sir." The doctor said John gently put her down on the stretcher. John decided he could miss his flight back home, and decided to see if there was anything he could do for this little girl.

He went over to the waiting room and sat down. He sighed, waiting was not a strength of his. How the hell could someone leave a little girl out on the street with a sword, shield, and bag. Speaking of bag, he opened it to see an ornate bronze head dress with a emerald tear drop jewel suspended by a small chain on each side of the piece. A rather beautiful object.

He also found a note that was apparently already opened, opened it up to reveal a hand written note. He read it outloud "'Hello. Your name is Pyrrha Nikos, you are a seven year old, and you have no parents. Do not attempt to remember your past, do not attempt to find your parents. You have been a chance to live a normal life, don't waste it. This weapon and shield are now yours, as is the headpiece. Trust no one, but yourself, rely on no one but yourself… Huh…"

So this child was an orphan with no past, no parents, weapons, and headdress. He sighed, what to do…. What to do… He decided he should at least notify his family, he picked up his scroll and dialed for his wife. Joan.

"Hey there honey."

"…."

"Well I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be late getting back."

"….."

"I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it. I found an orphaned girl who was shot, so I rushed her to the hospital. I'm going to wait until she wakes up."

"….."

"…?"

"I don't know, if I was there faster, I could have prevented it. I just wanted to stay to see if she'll be alright. I want to know if she has anyother family."

"…."

"Then I don't know what I'll do… I should get going. I love you Honey"

"…."

"Bye." He ended the call. He leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. One question kept popping in his mind, what to do about this little girl? He stood up and headed outside to clear his head. He noticed a small street vendor that selling stuffed animals. He walked over and purchased a small bear. He gave the street vendor the money, and headed back to the waiting room. He sat back down and looked at the bear.

What happened to her parents? Does she have any family? What if she doesn't? All of these thoughts just collided together into a frustrating bubble of helplessness. "Mr. Arc?" The Doctor came out. That was relatively fast, John looked at his watch, five hours had already passed, he guess he lost track of time. John stood up.

"Is she going to be alright?" John asked immediately.

The doctor nodded. "She will be. We were able to get the bullet out, she lost some blood, but she'll make a full recovery." John gave out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks gods." He said.

"She's awake if you wish to see her." The doctor said, to which John nodded. The doctor led him down hallway and into her room. There she was, a small girl with red hair done up in ponytail, who slightly shaking.

"Thank you doctor." John said. The doctor said his good-byes and left the two in their room.

"Hey there Pyrrha." John said gently. She grimaced in pain realizing that she whipped her head around.

"Hello…" She said timidly eyes that were looking down in sadness, guilt, or shame. John couldn't tell, but he could tell it broke his hurt.

"I got you something." John said as he pulled up his chair next to her bed. He handed her a stuffed bear.

Pyrrha looked at the strange man. He had saved her from that stranger who shot her, but why was he still here? Worst yet, he was giving her a gift, a stuffed bear. It was nice, but she didn't know the man, he was basically being what a father should be, yet where was her father? Why wasn't he here to give her a present? Why wasn't he here to make sure she was okay? Her vision started to get misty.

She hugged the bear, tears coming down her cheeks. John got up and hugged her. It was good to be hugged, but the same dark thought loomed in her mind, why wasn't her parents here. "Ssssshhh… It's going to be alright." She realized it wouldn't be. She was alone, she had no where to go. He gently let go of her when she calmed down

"Pyrrha do you know where your parents are?" John asked. All she could do was shake her head. "Do you know if any other family members?" Pyrrha could say nothing, realizing how truly alone she was in the world. No memories of family, loved ones, of really anything. She quietly sobbed into her teddy bear.

John looked down at the girl, feeling so incredibly helpless to the girl. She was alone in the city. Hell, she got shot and would have died if he didn't show up. He had an idea though. "Pyrrha how old are you?" Knowing full well how old she was from the note.

"Seven." She said meekly.

"You know what…. I have a son, Jaune who is the same age as you." He smiled as she looked up at him.

"Is he nice? Like you?" Faint beacon of hope could be heard in voice.

"I think he may be nicer then me!" He chuckled. "And his sisters are pretty nice too."

"R-really?" A certain hope filling her voice.

"Oh yeah, I think they would like to meet you."

"W-why? They don't know me." A dark cloud hung over her as she frowned.

"I would like to say that sometimes a stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet." John smiled. "I met you, I would like to think that we were friends, wouldn't you?" Pyrrha was naturally suspicious of strangers. After all, that note told her not to trust anyone, it wasn't wrong either when she got shot.

Then again, it was a stranger saved her. It was a stranger who rescued her, it was stranger who said that he would like to be friends with her. She nodded at her friend. "Me too." She agreed.

"Do you want to meet them?" John asked. Pyrrha blinked at the man.

"I-I don't know…" She looked down at the bear. "I…. I…. want to find my parents."

"Pyrrha I promise that we will find out together." Heck John wanted to find the scumbags who left this poor, adorable girl in an alley. "You can stay with my family." She looked down at the bear, squeezing it.

"I don't want to be any trouble." Pyrrha muttered into the bear. John hugged her. "You could never be any trouble."

"B-b-but…. Why…." She stuttered. "W—why would you want to help me? You don't know me…"

"Well I think you are a nice person, and I like to help nice people." She looked up to him with a smile.

"Thank you." She said warmly as she yawned.

"You sound sleepy." John chuckled as he let go of her as she smiled and wiped her eye and nodded. "I'll let you get some rest." He started to get up.

"Please don't leave." She looked at him with a frown and scared eyes.

"I need a make a quick call, but I promise I'll be back." John said she nodded sadly. He got out of his chair and headed towards the hall, before he left, he turned to say "I'll be right back." He went out in the hallway took out his scroll to call his wife.

"Hey honey"

"….."

"Hey… um… I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it… I'm bringing home the girl. She has no family and nowhere to go. I can't just leave her."

"….."

"Really? What a relief. Thank you so much."

"…..?"

"We should be home in a couple of days."

"…..!"

"Me too, and her name is Pyrrha Nikos. She's a sweet girl you'll meet."

"…"

John chuckled. "Thank you, I see you in a bit."

"….."

"Bye." He closed his scroll. That was better then what he expected. He went back to the room to see emerald eyes waiting for him. He smiled at the little girl.

"See not too long." He smiled back. "Now come on, I'm tired, you're tired, everyone is tired." Pyrrha giggled.

He pulled up Pyrrha's cover while he tried to get comfortable in the chair.

"Good night" Pyrrha yawned.

"Good night." John yaned back.

Pyrrha drifted off asleep happy, but something was nagging her mind. Something dark and menacing was waiting for her drift off into peaceful sleep.

A/N

Hey guys!

Here is my secret project! I present Shattered Past!

Now... This is going be canon yet not canon... This is also going to be a slow series with multiple "books." Like Arkos Books. That being said, don't worry, I am still writing Arkos Books 3 as well as Halo Remnant of the Past.

Now for this story... this will be a different story, characters will be the same, yet different. This will be a story character growth of Jaune and Pyrrha, through a new background setting with a different kind of plot.

If you guys liked the story, let me know. Leave me you reviews and pms. I like to hear what you have to say. If you have feedback and such, let me know. I'm trying to improve my writing. As for the story, if you like leave a follow and/or favorite. Got reactions, questions, opinion, prediction? Share them. Like I said, I love to hear from all of my readers.

Ending this A/N I wanted to leave a special shout out to The White Wulf who just finished his Journey: Path of Hero Season 1. I highly recommend it. I started reading it, I love the plot, great OC development, and overall an enjoyable read. Give it a shot if you haven't done so already!

Thank you,

-Lordxsauron