A/N: This will be my first attempt at fanfiction so hopefully it won't be too bad. Any comments and/ or criticism would be much appreciated, thanks! RWBY for life! The picture used for the cover is a character I made on Blade&Soul. This is pretty much how I envisioned my Original Character to look, aside from his attire and weapon.
RWBY is owned by the late, great Monty Oum and the people from Rooster Teeth.
(Chapter 1)
Yelling. Crying. Everything burning and crumbling down. The sense of fear and desperation flowing through the atmosphere. Destruction. Yes, the Grimm has finally found the small village hidden in the outskirts of Vale and they were merciless. Death and chaos spread like wildfire all throughout the village as the Grimm slaughtered the innocent. Makeshift molotov cocktails and weapons were forged hastily but that didn't stop the onslaught. Now the village is burning.
A small orphanage where a group of children resided burned near the middle of the village, the sounds of crying children were heard all over. Everyone has abandoned these poor children and now they had two choices; die within the collapsing, burning house or die by the hands of Grimm. In the middle of all this were two children. Two very young children who were leading the others to their secret base they had built underneath the orphanage. This base included a tunnel they had found that led outside. They tried to lead everyone they could but alas, before they could enter themselves, the house finally gave way down onto them. "Watch out!" the boy had shouted as he dove and tackled his friend out of the way of the more massive debris and then .. everything faded .. into darkness.
A hero with a shining silver sword and white-plated armor walked about with a group of people following behind him. They have just finished a skirmish, eliminating many Grimm along the way. They were currently on their way back to their base of operations when they saw crying children running towards them. One of them grabbed the man's arm and desperately asked for them to help the village. Without a second thought, the man quickly told the children the fastest path back to their haven they call Beacon then looked back at his comrades, gave them a nod and charged towards the now Grimm infested village.
It didn't take long for them to reach the village, but by the time they got there, it was all too late. Embers of fallen houses remained, bodies of the victims everywhere, and the creatures of Grimm roamed about, looking for any survivors and claiming the spot as their own. A pain-filled "No..." was heard among the group, a woman with a red hood and silver eyes uttered that one, sorrowful word. "They'll pay for this," an enraged blonde with lilac eyes turning red hotly spewed. The man with the shining sword gripped the handle tighter, the silver blade shined brighter as he took in the aweful sight. He pulled out his sword's sheath and transformed it into a white kite shield with two golden crescent-shaped emblems that arc'd in the center. "Wipe them out," was all he said with pain and anger before they all charged into the village, adamant to kill off every single Grimm in sight.
Little time passed before these valiant warriors to dispatch the horrendous creatures of Grimm. They all stood around the area, scanning the scene once more. Though the battle was victorious, they only felt despair for the fallen town. All they felt was despair. Despair .. and regret. They should've been here sooner. They could have saved this town. The man with the shining sword and white-plated armor looked all around until his eyes rested upon an arm sticking out of some debris near the center of the village. Sadness visible in his eyes as the woman with the red hood placed a hand on his shoulder. A man in green stepped beside him with a frown on his face, "there is nothing more we can do. All that is left is to pay our respects to the fallen and hope they are now in a better place."
The man with the shining sword sighed sorrowfully as he started to turn away, but then .. he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Movement. From the hand of what he assumed was a young male. His eyes widened with hope as he dashed towards the debris and started desperately lifting and throwing the heavy debris to the side. The rest of the group took notice and reacted immediately to aid him. "What's going on?" The fiery woman with the blonde hair asked, "We may have survivors!" The man with the shining sword replied. After a couple of moments, they finally cleared the debris and saw a boy with silver hair laying there, a long nasty cut ran down diagonally from the right side of his forehead all the way down to his left cheek, and in his arm was a girl with darkish skin curled up against his chest. They looked no more than ten years of age. The man with the shining sword quickly checked for their pulses and was elated with relief and joy, "they're alive!" he exclaimed. He sensed a small flow of aura between the two children. Determined to save them, he lifted both of them up and motioned to his group that they needed to leave immediately. They all hastily gathered whatever they had with them and left the ruined village towarss their small headquarters. "Don't give up, we'll save you," whispered the man with the shining silver sword.