Child of Nothing Ch. 1: Prologue
Child of Nothing, and I didn't even reveal what this is for in the description. Though I'm guessing everyone here can figure it out... Anyways, let us begin. This will indeed be shorter then what the rest of the story will hopefully be.
Professor Ozpin just watched the monitor, keeping a close eye on the target.
"Hunter team, move in slowly," he ordered. "Remember, this is to try and retrieve not to kill. No law has been broken, and we're trying to prevent that."
"Yes sir," a quick reply came. Ozpin watched as the four camera's attached to the hunter teams heads moved along, trying to catch sight of the cloaked figure. He switched around to the floating camera attached to a drone, and did his part. Somehow they had lost sight of the target. How was this possible?
Without warning, the drone suddenly plummeted to the ground. It was quickly attached to a tree, and then something moved from behind it.
"The drone just got pinned to a tree," Ozpin said quickly. "The coordinates are on your scrolls now." The four cameras shifted directions, and moved along through the woods. The only thing they caught sight off was a fleeting cloak, forcing the headmaster to sigh. "Stand down," he ordered. "We lost our target."
"Understood," the lead hunter replied. "Any word from any of the other teams?"
"No. I'm afraid that whatever hideout he has found is what he's using now. The more we interfere the more we lose him." He shut off communications right after ordering a full on retreat. He quickly leaned back in his chair, and sighed.
The chase had been going on for three months, and yet still no results. He was using everything that he had at his disposal, but still they found nothing. Well, they found plenty. But all it was was smokescreen. A careful pursuit, only matched by an impressive hider. It was the equivalent to finding a single grain of sand on a beech. He knew the landscape better, despite it being the Emerald Forest, a place just outside of Beacon. He could blend in much easier, forcing Ozpin to adopt new tactics. But despite all of this, he still evaded him. He didn't even break a law, doing things like pinning a drone to the tree to avoid those things.
Either way, it was frustrating to him. Nothing ever came close, and it only ever seemed to drag him further away. What was the endgame?
Elsewhere: Emerald Forest
The cloaked figure entered into the cave, and went to work. There was a vast array of bushes, sticks, rocks, and many other things that were only slightly moved to let him in. He quickly pulled everything together, and made sure that it was solid. He moved away from the wall, and just sighed.
He had been searching for the answers for three months. He had finally gotten the leads that he wanted, but then they came in. Ozpin, Goodwitch, even team RWBY. All it did was force him to hide instead of search for answers. Luckily, he had found this cave a long time ago. His first year at Beacon had been filled with trips to this forest. Since the Grimm had learned who was dominant, he very rarely had to deal with the locals. After a certain point in time, he had found this cave and marked it in his brain.
Now, all he had was this cave and a supply of food that he had hunted. He quickly light a fire, something not very difficult for him to do, and started to cook. In his second year at Beacon, after he had abandoned hope for finding the answers he had previously sought after so desperately, he got an answer. It was from a reliable source, thus forcing him to take a leave of absence. That leave ran out, forcing him to stay hidden. Unfortunately, they had caught on. Keeping him firmly bottled up in the Emerald Forest. But now he had a plan. A plan to draw them away from the point that he had to escape from.
But there was still the concern for others. Despite the fact that Ozpin meant him no ill will, his first year at Beacon was filled with enemies. All he had left was his friends, his guardian, and his team. Now, he might have something else to hold on to. His past, his history, more importantly his parents. One person was left with answers, forcing him to take the back door route.
He pulled back his hood, revealing his scaled head. After that, he quickly fashioned words out of the air. He slashed them away, getting angry at himself. He fashioned the words that he wanted to see, and leaned back. A name was important, and if he didn't remember his own, he might lose it.
Drake Flame
End: Sticking with the theme of child, Child of Nothing is indeed the Child of Grimm, Mr. Derek/Drake Flame. Questions, comments, follows, favorites, and feedback is appreciated.