I sat down at my desk in my house one late night, easing into it as not to wake Pyrrha or the kids. I looked down at the computer as it booted up, waiting for the home screen to come up. Once the screen popped up I tapped the Journal icon, opening a fresh page for me to jot down any or all thoughts that came to my mind. But I had a certain train of thoughts I wanted to set down onto the virtual paper, the thoughts during the moment in my life the made me who I am today, into the loving husband and father, and one of the eight saviors of Remnant. My fingers tapped the keys, putting the first words of my story at the prestigious academy. 'It all started on initiation day.'
It all started on initiation day, I had woken up early that morning to get ready and pack the rest of my belongings into the last suitcases. I go bounding down the stairs of my family's small house, walking into the kitchen to find my mother making breakfast and my dad reading the paper, not an unusual site to see in the morning. What was though was a package on the table in front of my father, it was bound in an old type of paper, the wrapping held together by a small piece of twine string. I took my seat at the table next to my dad, waiting for mom to finish breakfast. It was only a few moments before breakfast was done, I got up to get my plate when my mother set a pre-made plate in front of me,
"Sit down sweetie, today is a big day for you." She smiles and I sat back down, grabbing a fork I look down to see scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. My mom then placed a similar plate in front of my dad, he put the paper down and looked over to me.
"Morning Jaune, have a nice rest?" He asked, I simply nod and continue to eat. My mom sits down and looks over to dad, she nudges him and her eyes dart to the package. He gives a nod and turns to me, "Jaune, I know today you're going off to train to help protect not only Vale, but all of Remnant, and there is a certain tradition all of the Arc men have had the honor to take part in." He reaches out for the package and holds it out to me, I reach out and grab it, feeling it's weight I rest it on my lap. I look down at it before slowly sliding the old string away and releasing the wrappings, I undo the paper to see a sword resting on my lap, resting in an odd looking sheath. My eyes go wide as as I notice the blue hilt I had admired for all my young child life. I grasp the handle and pull back slightly, hearing the hiss of steel on steel. I admire the tempered steel that made the blade of the long sword, razor sharp even after three generations.
"But Dad, This is the family sword, I thought I was never supposed to touch this?" I asked bewildered, in all truth I didn't want to remind him of his past words. He chuckles and smiles at me,
"That's true Jaune, but today is the day you finally become a real man. Your great-great-grandfather carried this sword into battle and his son carried it for his huntsman carrier, and his son after that. Even I carried this sword through my carrier and now Jaune, it's your turn to wield this sword and carry on the Arc name." His face had a look of great pride, his smile reaching even his tired eyes. I look down at the sword once again and felt like I didn't stand up to the Arc name,
"But Dad, I don't know if I'm worthy to carry this sword, I'm not as fast or strong as my sisters." My shoulders droop as I mention my sisters, all seven of them better at fighting than I was, so why was I chosen to carry the family sword. My dad rests a hand on my shoulder before speaking,
"Jaune, did I ever tell you about your great-great-grandfather?" He asks, I shake my head, I had only heard snippets of his great accomplishments. "Well Jaune, despite his many achievements he was not the strongest or the fastest hunter ever, in fact he was often thought of as the under dog. But something he had in abundance was courage, honor, belief in his team, and one of the best strategic minds in Vale. You see Jaune, even though he couldn't help as much as he wanted on the front lines, he was always coming up with strategies to help the army as a whole. He helped more by staying back and using his mind then he ever could by being on the front lines fighting. Just remember that not every great hero or legend has to be the center of attention." He pat my shoulder and lent back, "Alright, now go get in a shower and get your stuff packed, we're leaving in twenty minutes." I nod and put my plate into the sink, thanking my mom I head upstairs and grab my towel. I get into a quick, hot shower and wash my body. I get out and dry off, I look to the clothes I had set out, a simple pair of blue jeans, red shirt, and a black hoodie. I grab the suitcases and bring them down stairs, my mom and dad waiting for me. My dad hands he a thin piece of metal, I look at it wide eyed before looking at him, I place the strap located on it to my arm and press a small button on the back of it. With amazing force the metal unfolds and a beautiful shield rests on my arm, I examine and marvel at the look of the shield. It was a basic heater shield with a gold rim and his symbol on the front, his father had one almost identical to it, except his was a much larger scutum shield, made more for taking brunt attacks head on than his was. I look back to my father and smile before I give him a quick hug, I retract the shield and slip the sword inside the top, imitating what I'd seen my father do countless times before. My dad helps me pack my stuff into the car and we head off for the air docks. We pull up in the unloading zone and I grab my stuff, I turn around to find my mom standing there in tears, smiling and holding her arms out. I smile and walk into her arms, laughing as she starts crying and telling me not to go. She eventually lets go and I turn to see my father, I hold out my hand and he grabs it, he then yanks me into a hug.
"You're going to be great, just believe in yourself and your team, and remember that not all truly great hero's are on the front lines." He lets me go and pats my shoulder once again, "Now hurry up, the air ship is going to launch soon." I nod and walk into the air docks, I look for the ship heading to beacon, I couldn't find it so I go look for help. I find an employee, "Um, excuse me, I'm trying to find the air ship to Beacon Academy?" She looked at me for a moment before smiling,
"Of course, it's in a private terminal, I'll lead you to it." She holds out a hand before walking down the hall, I pick my bags up and walk after her. Five minutes later we reach a terminal full of young teens about my own age, out of the crowd I can make out long blonde hair, short black hair with red tips, long red hair, and many different colors. I set my items down before taking a seat near the edge of the terminal waiting area, I wait for another ten minutes before an announcement plays through the speakers telling the teens it was time to board for Beacon. I grab my stuff and walk onto the ship and place my stuff into the conveyor belt leading to storage, I walk into the seating area and look out the giant window overlooking the city of vale,
'So, I'm finally on my way, let's hope I can make it' The ship moves from the dock and we lift off, almost seamless and without any turbulence. I'm on my way to the rest of my life.
Author's note: Hey guys, this is technically my second stories but the other one just died out so let's hope this one doesn't share the same fate. A little note as for whether or not it this story will follow the story so far, it will with only slight deviations from the actual story, it'll probably be bigger deviations after I get to the end of the second volume, unless the third was released then I'll follow whatever the story is for that one. Also, any advice on writing is appreciated, and if you just want to write flames then it's your life but honestly you try writing one of these, it's actually really hard. Anyways enough rambling, follow and fav. if you liked it, if not then maybe tell me what I could do to fix it.
Brony-man out.
