Angel. Angel Ride. The most innocent looking girl that's absolutly not innocent. Got to love her.
Well, she was walking through the woods, enjoying the night's cloak and the cool wind in her wings. She couldn't sleep, and Max would never know she was out. This was important, so Max couldn't stop her anyway. She crossed a creek when she heard something.
"Who's there?" Angel asked in a commanding voice. Nothing answered. Suddenly, a Beowulf jumped out of the bushes, growling menacingly.
"Hey! AHHHH!" Angel screamed. The Beowulf raced towards her. "Somebody, please help!"
The Beowulf jumped on top of Angel, and just as sudden as the beast appeared, the creature disappeared in a flurry of rose petals and black mist. A girl dressed in black, carrying what appeared to be a cross between a chain mace, an ax, and two semi automatic pistols, stood over Angel.
"Are you okay?" the strange girl asked.
"Who are you," Angel asked. "Why did you help me?"
The girl extended her hand and helped Angel up. "I am Blake, Blake Belladonna, and us Faunues need to stick together," the girl said. "Why were you out here in the woods? It's not safe to be out in the forest alone, let alone at night."
"I am trying to find one who killed my father," Angel explained. "I must exact my revenge."
Blake gave Angel a critical look, twitching the bow on the top of her head. She must hide her ears under that, Angel thought. "Seriously? You couldn't even kill a single Beowulf," Blake said critically. "How do you ever expect to get revenge? I bet you don't even have any dust on you. Do you?"
"What do you want?" Angel suddenly screamed, surprised even at herself. She looked down at her feet and shook her head, feeling something wet on her face. They were tears.
Blake wiped her tears. Angel looked up at the piercing yellow eyes, reflecting the light of the fragmented moon. "If you join us at the White Fang, we can help you learn to fight," she offered. Angel looked up with interest. "We at the White Fang are the voice of those who have none. What do you say?"
Angel only needed to contemplate this for a second. "I'm in."
"Good. We need new recruits," Blake smiled. "Say, I didn't catch your name."
"Angel, Angel Ride. I am four years old," Angel replied.
Blake nods. "Welcome to the team, Angel."
Present Day
Angel sat inside her cozy cabin in the woods, Fang in a rocking chair next to her. Max was trying to cook dinner. Emphasis on the trying.
Angel grabbed Fang's pant leg and tugged. "Fang? I hear something outside. What is going on?"
Fang got up and walked out the door. "Angel, get me my sword. I need God Eater." Angel quickly ran to the wall and grabbed his sword. "Thanks kiddo. Keep this up and I might fix cookies for dinner."
Angel smiled and nodded.
Angel glanced out the window to see a Beowulf behind Fang. "Fang, LOOK OUT!" Angel screamed, jumping out the open window. She landed between Fang and the beast.
The beast hit Angel hard in the chest, but instead of flying across the yard, Angel caught its paw.
"Don't you EVER hurt my FAMILY ever AGAIN!!!" Angel said, throwing it across the yard. It landed on a rock.
The horrible creature got up, only for Angel to fly at it, soaring in the sky, landing a punch in the white and black monster's stomach. The thing exploded into a brilliant shower of tiny red rose petals. The sight of victory.
Angel collapsed on the ground, the exhaustion hitting her all at once. Her vision swam, black dots dancing in her eyes. Just before she blacked out, she saw Fang lean over her with a look of awe.
"I never knew my sweet Angel would have such a high concentration of Aura," he said, mostly to himself. "I have quite a bit myself, but even I couldn't take on a full grown Beowulf with nothing but my hands."
Angel's vision grew dim and she blacked out.
Fang carried her inside and set her on her bed. Max looked at Angel worriedly. "Is she okay? When's she going to wake up?" Max asked.
"Using that much of her Aura without training could have easily killed her, so this damage is actually quite minimal," Fang said. "But I think she's ready for Beacon."
"I don't care if it's minimal. She needs someone to watch over her," Max said. "Look, I know you want to, but you can't, because you're going back to work clearing Grimm soon, so that leaves me."
Fang nods in agreement. "I'll miss both of you."
When Angel finally woke up, it was dark outside. Fang was sitting by her bed. "Angel, I think you are ready to go to Beacon. I think it will be good for you."
Angel looked at him with a mixture of excitement and confusion. "But if people find out that I am a Faunus, they'll discriminate against me. They'll find out I fly." Fang held up tickets.
"Is Max okay with this?" Angel asked, breathing excitement.
"Actually, I already talked to her about it and she agreed under one condition," Fang said.
"Okay, I will shoot. What's the condition?" Angel asked.
"She wants to come with you. Beacon's initiation is quite dangerous. Last year, two people were eaten by Ursa."
"Last year was a fluke," Angel said, knowing it was a weak argument. "They should've known to make less noise."
Fang looks her in the eye. "If you don't feel it is necessary, then at least, for my sake, just cooperate and let Max come. It will make both of us feel better," Fang said. "You are very strong, but you are a little girl who is still unable to summon her semblance."
"But-" Angel tried to say, but Fang continued.
"Without being able to use a semblance, the only thing between you and the creatures of Grimm once your Aura is depleted is some armor and whatever resolve you can muster."
Angel looks at her feet in defeat. "Okay, if you insist."822Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4iuPnc2Vd
