Prologue

When man first began to fight Grimm, there were once a great people of the land, their warriors were the strongest in the world and they crafted soul stones but what is commonly known as dust. While they prided themselves on the their fighting prowess they did have a more spiritual side that to their beliefs they never sought open conflict with their neighbors. However the world became dark with unknown and terrible beings, they raided and destroyed all of man's settlements outside their natural barriers anyone who went to look for the survivors also disappeared. Because the settlements were so close to the Federations borders the other Kingdoms naturally assumed that they were the cause of their people's destructions and demanded retribution from them. The Federation refused saying that they were not responsible for the attacks and offered to look for the citizens themselves. At first the Kingdoms seemed like they were going to allow it but then a mysterious figure approached

He said, "Why should we believe what these people of a land wrought with the ideas of animals and nature itself having souls and they who manipulate the weather with their so called 'magic' and not to mention that they are the only human people close to the Faunus, maybe its them who is the real culprits," his words were venomous with a dark melancholy that didn't fit with his normal satire, "They would have you believe that they didn't see what actually happened to the settlements that were so close to their own borders! When they have the means and have been monitoring them for years! ladies and gentlemen that is a LIE!" All the Kingdoms believed the words of the stranger who for whatever the reason no one could remember which Kingdom he comes from or how he seemed to just show up at the right time out of shadows. But there were a few in the Kingdoms who voiced feeling a strange aura coming from the man but all were ignored.

No one knows for certain what happened after that some say war broke out and others say the Federation fled to some distant land. All that is for certain is that they were fractured and split before disappearing all together.

Old Legends New Adventures

The wind howled on the mountain side as the blizzard raged across the steppes, no normal person would have survived alone in the storm however he was no ordinary person and neither were his friends. They raced throw the snow as fast as their reindeer could carry them. "Come on guys we've got to hurry before they shut the gates on us!," the lead rider yelled back to his companions. "Well maybe we wouldn't be in such a rush if someone didn't want to take so many lunch breaks," cried the rider to the left.

"Oh come on Bly! You wanted to fight every Beowulf pack we ran into!" remarked a feminine voice under her cowl. Bly was a tall girl with copper skin and spiky black hair wearing a wolf fur poncho and leggings with boots. She wore gloves and had a beautiful smile and brown eyes and she could even be called feminine if she wasn't such a tomboy.

"That's because it's the best part of the trip!"

"Not everything has to be about fighting I already get enough of that back home," the two riders exchanged verbal assault on each other for a while until the leader yell for them to knock it off.

"Oh for bucks' sake would you two give it a rest already! You are literally yelling louder than the wind!"

"But she-," they both exclaimed but the leader cut them off "guys seriously!? The only reason you're arguing right now is to drive me up the stream!"

"Aw he figured it out Aiyana." The girl Aiyana was the same height as Bly and same complexion, she had her black hair in two braids on the side of her face and the rest flowed down and wore a skin tight reindeer fur tunic and leggings with leather boots with steel wood bracers and knee guards and her bow blade and quiver on her back.

"Well then I guess we're just going to have to punish him later." Oh how he hated their tricks but couldn't help but smile and laugh by the antics of his two friends. The boy was shorter than his two friends and his complexion was a little whiter olive color, he has short but full spiky hair that would look wavy, he wore a wolf tunic and leggings with black bone boots with the tips to a point that extend to the knees and black bone gauntlets with the fingers sharpened to points as well, but only wore hard leather chest armor. His eyes however were the most striking feature his right eye was a deep blue and his left was a crimson color.

They neared a giant hole in the side of the mountain at first glance could be mistaken for a cave however the hole was square shaped going deep into the mountain. The riders could begin to make out the yellow glow of the soul rocks and the silhouettes of the warriors guarding the entrance.

"You are late, we were about to close the gates and let you young ones freeze to death." said the guard leader who wore a thick cape made from reindeer hide, his eyes were covered by leather goggles with black horizontal rectangle eye holes, a thick shirt with long sleeves and leggings his black hair was covered in frost and he was slowly creeping into his mid-life, he also wore over his clothes armor made out of bone and with leather straps the attire the guard leader wore was common among the war band leaders. "Oh come on Maruk we were caught up in the storm you can't be that mad over that?" replied the rider leader.

"Kaliban your mother specifically said for you to be back before the storm hit what exactly were you doing out there?"

"Huh oh um you see." Kaliban may be able to talk to his friends easily but he could never handle talking to figures of authority such as the war band leaders, the elders, and worst of all, his own mother but that's pretty much everyone. "We were hunting Beowulf packs," Bly said with glee while twirling around her spear sword. To Kaliban's dismay that was entirely the opposite thing they were suppose to do.

"Sigh, all of you get inside now," hefting his war mace on his shoulder walked back to the side to begin closing the gate.

"Yes sir," everyone said in unison

"Bly what the buck! Why did you tell him that," Kaliban did not want to have this conversation with his mom.

"Your being paranoid Ban-Ban," he hated it when she called him that, "there's no way you would get in trouble 'oh great prince of the Lost Federation,' and besides you'll be running the place pretty soon so why shouldn't you have random dangerous fun." Random and dangerous yes, fun no, if only she realized how deep in the wolf den she just threw his a-

"KALIBAN!" now what?

A man looking to be in his late mid-life was approaching the group of riders with a scowl across his wrinkling features and his graying hair combed back with a bronze circlet with a soul stone imbedded in it symbolizing that he was one of the tribal clan elders. He wore a long thick parka with leggings and fur boots and gloves and his clothes were adorned with glass beads, dyed animal bones and a worn breastplate made out of hard steel oak wood that grows on the west side of the mountain. "Where have you been the Grand Chief was just about to send half the tribe to look for you, which just so you know I voiced against it hoping the storm would have taught you a lesson that not everyone needs to die looking for a—."

"Yeah what? I couldn't hear over the reindeer's hoofs, sorry I can't stay to chat but I think my mom wants to see me, so see ya!"

"Hey I'm not done talking to you! You disrespectful brat!" But the riders already took off and headed straight for the stables.

"Man what is up with your dad Aiyana he sounded more angry than usual," Bly ask the dark haired girl next to her.

"He just doesn't like it when our future leader does stuff that 'he' thinks is inappropriate."

"Ya well I think when I'm Chief, he's going to be the first guy to go," Kaliban chimed in, he really did not like the elder and the feeling was mutual.

"Come on Kal you now he's just looking after the well being of the tribe."

"Well he's not; he thinks he's the only one to constantly worry about our future. He needs to see mom give me one of her cold lectures and then we'll see who's stressed." Only Grandmother knows how bad the lectures get. As Kaliban led them to the stables the trio dismounted outside and handed their rides to the stable hands to get fed and cleaned but not until after Kaliban's reindeer who he named Coal due to the strange black color of her hair got an apple that she always got at the end of a journey.

They walked to the opening of a cave whose opening was only four stories tall and wide enough so large groups of people could move through it at once. Inside, it opened up to a giant natural cavern that should have seemed completely dark if it wasn't for the huge soul stone that hung from the ceiling to light the whole cave and of course smaller ones scattered around the rock houses. They continued to walk down the path passing by other warriors and tribesmen and women, while children played with the wolves under the watch of their parents. They were called a tribe but due to the vastness of the cavern have allowed them to expand greatly and in modern terms be called a medium sized city. The streets were full of life as people moved about their daily lives, and there was a big hole in the ground on the south part of the cave that was turned into a sparing and training area for the warriors of the tribe, though the younger ones use it as a hangout spot and watch the older ones fight and place bets. Due to the fact the tribe hasn't fought in any major engagements except for the small skirmishes they've had with the Grimm the younger generations started to grow lax over the years and even questioned about all the training they do.

The group continued to pass the craftsman district, the war band halls, and the shaman hut but not without nodding in respect to the old man sitting on a chair outside telling stories to a sitting group of chrildren. Bly and Aiyana always liked hearing Shaman Wicasa's stories of their people and the legends of old. They crossed over one of the bridges that passed over the underground stream of water that was clean to drink and came from the east of the cave coming up to the north. All the houses looked similar with the same square shape and that the ones closer to the sides of the cavern began to stack up on each other like blocks as they were carved from the rock. They had wooden doors and shutters and had a fur pelt hanging from the main window with the symbol of that house's family. There were also ladders and stone steps to get to the higher houses.

"'Sniff, sniff' ooh I smell pie." Aiyana said as the aroma hit her and nowing exactly how to cheer up a certain someone.

"What!? Where!" Kaliban exclaimed excitedly as he too could begin to smell the delicious pastry

"I think it's coming from over there—; hey! Kal! Wait up!" as soon as she pointed in the direction of the smell Kaliban took off like an arrow towards the area it was coming from. He dashed like a madman accidentally running several people over and stepped on the tail of a wolf that was napping in his path. All the while he never once realized that he was running towards a very familiar building that was bigger than all the others and had a rounded dome with the roof colored blue that reflected the light from the soul stone in the ceiling.

"Ban-Ban! I don't think you want to continue running that way," Bly tried to warn her friend as soon as she realized to late where the scent originated from. Whelp he's screwed she thought while she and Aiyana stopped in their tracks and ran with all their speed in the other direction. He ran into a courtyard in front of the big building and in the middle of it was a table with some pie on it. Kaliban was just about to lunge for it, but as soon as he got close a war axe came out of nowhere and smashes the pie cutting the table in two. The boy jumped back startled and looked up to see who just tried to take his head off.

"Hey! Who-, Uh Oh," the man who attacked him belonged to the most elite war band in his tribe and essentially the guardians that protect the Chief and his/her descendants, the Black Bone. Men and women whose skills are only surpassed by the Chief they have the honor of training the next heir. Like their name suggests they wear black dyed fur ponchos, leggings and boots, but they also wear burned black bones that make them harder for armor that covers their entire bodies from their head to their toes and where full face animal skulls as helmets.

"Heh heh, hey Crutix how's it going?"

"The Chief has ordered us to punish you for being so late and thought the current strategy would get your attention." The warrior signaled for the others to appear out of their hiding places. Kaliban was completely surrounded; there may have been some glimmer of hope if it was just one but there were just too many and they blocked any means Kaliban had to escape.

The battle started when the leader yelled "Let's Play!" and the warriors charged the young man with spears, sickles, hatchets, axes, clubs, and shot at him from a distance with arrows. Kaliban pulled out his wolf hammer and blocked the first blow of a spearman but had to roll out of the way as another warrior came up behind him, trying to hit him with his war hammer, at the end of the roll he jumped up and twirled over another and landed a kick to the back of the head. He tried to continue the combo by smash his wolf hammer on a taller Black Bone but the man caught it in his bare hand and wretched the weapon from his hands.

A female warrior came from the right side and tackled the boy to the ground but Kaliban managed to roll on his back, placing both feet on the assailant's chest and kicked her off him and she flew landing on two others. As he got up on his feet he began to dodge swift strikes from another woman the same height but was armed with a hatchet and a long serrated knife.

"Well, at least your skills seem to have improved since the last training session you had with us." Crutix complemented on the sidelines though he was beginning to pull something from his belt.

"Oh you know gotta look good for the ladies." Kaliban remarked as he grabbed both arms of the warrior and twisted throwing her over his shoulder at a wall. The woman hit with a thud, but due to her armor began to get up again.

"I do know." Crutix began to twirl the thing he pulled from his belt, which turned out to be a bola made from leather for the strings and three soul stones for the weights. The stones crackled with electricity; the leader was just waiting for the right time before he ended the bout.

Kaliban noticed what the he was doing and tried to distances himself but as he focused on one danger he didn't see the warrior behind him; who grabbed him by the back of his tunic and tossed him up into the air. Crutix saw his chance and threw the bola with inhuman speed and hit Kaliban in the chest tying his arms, when the stones connected after spinning it release an electrical discharge that stunned the boy to the point where he could no longer move.

"Still not good enough to beat us, eh prince?" Crutix

"uuuhhh ooww ouch, let's stop." Kaliban pleaded as he could no longer take the pain with that lucky shot.

"Come, time to take you to your chief."

"Uh….. As the heir to the tribe I won't hold it against you if you let me go."

"Not a chance!"

Two male warriors that also stood on the sidelines on both sides of Crutix leaned down and picked up Kaliban like a ragdoll and hauled him to the big building. The group walked through the front doors and came to a desk with an attendant putting together some scrolls and reports that needed to be signed. The attendant was a mid-age woman who wore a long sleeve fur tunic and a deer hid skirt with leggings and had a steel chain with gemstones around her neck. She looked up and raised an eyebrow when she saw the warriors come through the door.

"Didn't you just get out of a meeting with the chief?" she asked the leader.

"Well it was more like she wanted us to pick her up something from outside." He gestured behind him to the two warriors with a distraught boy in their grasps with the electro bola still tied around him.

"Hmm I see go ahead then."

"Alright guys up the stairs, and I will be seeing you later."

"Just try not to be late again." The attendant gave the warrior a glare that made him hurry the rest up the stone steps.

"Man you are so whipped." Kaliban smirked

"Hey when you get married I'd like to see how easy it is for you to keep your woman happy."

"Ya; well I still won't be as whipped as you."

"Hmph, we'll see." The group continued to walk up several flights of stairs, the building had 5 floors but they stopped on the third level because the top two floors were the home and living space for the Chief and his/her family with bedrooms and the wash rooms on the top floor while the kitchen, dining area and hearth were on the second floor. All the other levels were for official business, war meetings, and mercantile management with the Aak'kei tribe.

The third floor was a big open room with a large round table with a map of the entire region that had several scrolls parchments and drinking cups laying on it. Several chairs also surrounded it but one was made from white cedar wood and was more ornate and had a look of authority while the rest were normal brown oak. The two warriors that were holding Kaliban waited down stairs while Crutix walked up another flight of stairs and knocked on a carved wooden door that had a picture of a reindeer and a wolf fighting a wild bear. A young woman with pale skin was a wolf faunus with white wavy hair and red eyes but instead of just one animal feature which all faunas had she had a tail and wolf ears she had on a wolf skin tunic with fur bracers that covered her hands and went all the way up to her elbows, leggings with leather boots with heels that went up to her knees, and a long black wolf skin duster at the back that extended too her ankles.

"Hey Mira we picked up the Chief's errand." The girl nodded and closed the door, there was a quite murmurs and shuffling of feet then the tallest woman in the tribe opened and walked through the door. Standing at 6'7 the Chief was the tallest woman and warrior in the tribe with flowing black hair mixed with beaded braids and olive complexion. The woman wore a long fur dress with an upside down v opening from the waist down revealing fur leggings and boots that were similar to Kiaras. She wore a reindeer pelt for a cape that still had the skull attached so she could pull it over her head for a helmet; the weird thing about the cape was the set of eagle like wings that also protruded from the cape as well.

"Kaliban," the tall woman said with an irritated look as she walked up to the now frightened boy as she towered over him. Mira followed closely to the mother and gave her brother blank stares. Oh great sis, is angry to, Kaliban thought as he braced himself to get punched through a wall like always. "What took you; I and your sister have been worried sick." Hey she didn't hit me, maybe she's not totally-; the chief with lightning speed brought up her heeled boot and kicked the ragdoll boy across the room to land on the map table. Wishful thinking sucks.

"Crutix you may leave us."

"Aye, Chief."

"And as for you young man how, are we going to handle this."

"You could let me go with a small warning?" Kaliban's smart mouth will get him into serious trouble one of these days. His mother also didn't take kindly to it and grabbed his leg with one hand and spun him around in like a pinwheel.

"Aaaarrrgh! I'm going to puke." Kaliban screamed as his mom threw, him to Mira who brought up her boot and let him make contact with the force of the slamming him into the ground pinning him.

"Gah! Hey get off!" Mira leaned down and flicked one of the stones that sent another wave of electricity through his body but this time knocking him out.