Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, the ones who do are Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth.

What I do own is all of my OC's that will appear.

So without further delay... Sit back relax and enjoy the stories

People Talking - "This is unacceptable!"

People Thinking - 'Sucks to be him.'

Speaking Another Language/Translation - "Ta'se nios fear'ra basna bheith" (It is better to die than to live a coward)

Radio/Scroll talking - "This is Alpha-098 to Wolf den over."


When I was a small boy my father would often tell me the stories and legends of old. One of his favorite stories was an ancient Hì'landar tale that has been passed down by my people for generations.

The legend tells of a warrior unlike any other, a Warrior who possed the strength of ten men and who was so skilled with a blade it was believed he was the son of Mor'du the God of war. In his youth, the Warrior lived a relatively peaceful life defending his clan and country from both foreign conquerors and other rival clans. Until one day after a being injured during a brutal battle the Warrior met a Val'kry, warrior priestesses that are bound to the God's.

Time passed and the two meet many times again eventually falling in love and decided to marry, something that was forbidden for the Val'kry due to her being a servant of the God's. The two married in secret away from the eyes of the Gods, living happily for a short time; until they were discovered.

Angered at this forbidden union the Gods killed the Val'kry and cursed the Warrior with invulnerability to Metal, wood, fire, water, dust, and aura. Ensuring that the Warrior would find an honorable death to enter Valhalla, reuniting with his love; for no weapon on Remnant could kill him.

Many years later, a great war broke out, spreading throughout the land like wildfire, leaving no one unburned. War was large and intense eventually the Warrior joined the war with his clan, hoping that maybe he could defy the God's one last time reuniting with his love. But this war like all war has no happy endings, as it raged on many lost their lives in the conflict; including the Warriors' whole clan. While he remained, watching helplessly as they all fell before his eye's leaving him bitter and alone; thanks to his curse.

With the death of his clan, the Warrior abandons the war, having seen enough bloodshed to last several lifetimes, wondering Remnant faraway from the near constant war and death that was around at the time. Hoping to rot away for the rest of his life no longer caring to find an honorable death so he could enter Valhalla reuniting with all of his loved ones. The Warrior wondered the land like a lone wolf separated from its pack howling a sad and mournful tune. But alas even in exile the Warriors skill was well known, so warriors throughout the land would seek him out and challenge him to a battle. Faced with all these challenges the Warrior excepted, armed with the naive hope that maybe he could finally meet the sweet release of death, a feeling that has been denied him for so many years.

As time passed on and the challenges increased, the Warriors skill in combat was so great he was able to face armies of warriors single-handedly. As a tribute to his legendary skill's, he was given the name Beowulf meaning The ferocious Lone Wolf in ancient Highlic. For like a lone wolf Beowulf wandered the land alone, a wandering warrior cursed to fight till the end of time.

As a boy that story always confused me, it was different than the other stories my father use to tell me. It wasn't a story of a brave warrior uniting all of the clans as one, or of a brilliant general that was able to outsmart the Atlesian navy. It didn't even have a happy ending like the other stories my father use to tell, no the hero only ever experienced pain and hardship, while the only thing he desired denied to him at every turn. That used to baffle me as a child, I could never comprehend the fact that the hero lost until I got older and joined the Hi'landar Defense Force that I realized how truly realistic the tale was. As I get older I'm often reminded of this story, and I can't help but notice how eerily similar my life is compared to the Legend of the Beowulf.

I am Beowulf Skiraza, son of Kad Skiraza, also known as the Lightning Fang, and this is my story.


Author Note: Hi I am LoneWolf and this is my first attempt at a fanfiction I hope you enjoy it, please leave a review and give me your opinion and some criticism. For those that have been following my story from the start, I want to thank you guys and tell you that I think this is a much better prologue. I'm planning to start a mass update by combining some of my chapters changing them up a bit and making them a little longer.