The White Tiger

LOVD Prologue 1: “The White Tiger”

The moon is white and full, shining so bright my blond hair glows like the sun, in contrast to my dark clothing. I lay my daggers, Regulus and Tora, down when I get to a single grave in the middle of a faunus cemetery. “I finally made it into Beacon, father, I’ll be starting in a few more months,” I stare up at the moon, “I wish you were still around.” I feel tears on my cheek so, I wipe them away and I pull out my mask- a black and white mask with an eyehole in the white part and a white dot in the lower part of the black half and 3 black stripes on the white half and 3 white stripes on the black half- feeling the groove of the wood. I put my mask on, picking up my daggers and slinging my bag on my back. I pull out my fedora out of my pack and I flip it on, sliding the hat over my black striped ears and down over my mask.

I slide my daggers into their sheathes and that’s when I hear three voices walking up the hill. “Rust told me that Leon was so weak, he beat him without breaking a sweat, heck, I could beat him.” The voice laughs, echoing into the night. “Commander, you’re so strong you wouldn’t need to use Ursula on him.” I slowly unsheathe my daggers, feeling anger rise up into my chest. The Commander, a spot reserved for those who are deemed fit, would be given to a powerless, power- hungry person like him. “We could win against him, right Crimson?” A voice hisses. “You’re right, Azul and we wouldn’t even need weapons.” The three voices laugh once again and it is an ugly laugh at that.

I bump into The Commander with my dagger hidden in my jacket sleeves. “Oi, watch where you’re going, lackey!!!” I continue walking and that’s when I feel a sword tip on my back. “Apoligizzzze, lackey.” I mumble a threat and the tip gets pushed further into my back. “If you apologize, I won’t tell anyone that you disrespected a higher up.” The Commander tells me and I can hear detest in his voice. Sliding my daggers out I attack one of his subordinates, “How about a fight?” I ask with an ever-growing anger inside me. “Crimson, Azul…Attack!!!” Azul recovers from his shock and pulls out his broadsword and I quickly dodge, retaliating with a kick to the stomach. “I hate people who hide behind others just to feel powerful.” I flick my right hand, activating my semblance and I create a Shadow, filling it with some red Dust. “How dare you attack my subordinates!” I give him a cold stare, readjusting my fedora, “You don’t deserve to be Commander, and you must hide behind others…you make me sick.” I hear a sound behind me and I whirl around just in time to where it breaks the black half of my mask completely. “That was special…and you ruined it” I feel tears escape and my eyes turn completely into cat slits. I fully pull out my daggers and with tears streaming down my face, I attack Azul knocking him into my shadow and it erupts into a cloud of fire. Crimson pulls out a handgun and fires shots of dust at me. I create shades to take the blast for me and I quickly appear in front of him, surprising him and he misfires, hitting the tree behind me. I grab his arm and I knock the gun from his hand. Head butting him, I fire my daggers at the Commander, pulling him towards me. “Now what was it that Rust said about our fight?” I see fear in the Commander’s eyes and that’s when Azul speaks out,” We’re sorry!!!” The Commander glares at Azul, who shrinks away and I tell him, “Never mess with The White Tiger of the Fang.” The Commander nods and I drop him onto the ground. “We’re sorry I hear them shout and the duo picks up their fallen comrade and runs away. “I hate being fearful, I’m sorry father.” I put my broken mask into my pack and I walk off.

In the distance watching the fight is a tall, white girl wearing a dark bow and dark clothes. She sighs and lets a tear fall from her eye, “Goodbye Leon.” She stalks off, knowing she’ll never see him again.