JINT: A RWBY Fan Fiction

Jade Trailer

Song: I May Fall

Artist: Jeff and Casey Lee Williams

Disclaimer: I do not own the song. I wish I did, but I don't

A lone figure stands near the ruins of a small hut. Staring, motionlessly at the charred remains of what was only a decade ago, a warm, happy home. Burned down for some unknown reason…. The figure was a boy, born fifteen years ago on that day. He wore a dark green cloak with a hood, which obscured his face. A large, wooden guitar was strung across his back. Its base was bright green in color, and had rather sharp, jagged edges, which seemed dangerous, but the young lad didn't seem to mind.

After a few moments of silent prayer, the boy turned and left the burned remains, starting off into the woods behind him. As he walked deeper into the woods, they became increasingly darker and more treacherous, but he did not seem to be worried. Soon however, the path was blocked by a large tree trunk, uprooted and strewn across the road. He stopped. The woods were eerily quiet for a moment, and suddenly, a loud snapping noise echoed through the forest. Suddenly, the tree had been cut into tiny splinters. He continued on his way. Half an hour later, the boy came across a vast, open field circled by the forest. Save for a single, ten foot tall mountain lying in the middle, it was completely empty.

The cloaked figure continued on his journey towards the peak. After an hour or so of non-stop traveling, he came within a league of the summit. Without warning, the ground began to shake. Several cracks appeared, originating from the mountain. A large segment split from the side, still connected to the mountain with a column. On the other side, another piece was separated likewise. The excess rock fell off of the slabs, revealing black stone underneath. Five smaller, digit-like columns sprouted from the ends of the segments, almost like fingers.

The two hand-like columns placed their bases on the ground and clawed their digits into the earth beneath them. More cracks appeared around them, as the mountain rose out of the ground. A layer of excess rock fell away from the mountain, revealing black skin beneath it. Around the top of the mountain, there was a white stone-like substance, with stripes of red running along it. The mask concealed two large yellow eyes. The young boy grasped the long handle of his guitar, swung it around so that he was holding it, and sat down. He began to pluck the strings, producing a sweet, nostalgic noise. The giant monster looked down at the small human beneath it. It raised its giant fist into the air, and then brought it down upon the boy. However, as soon as the fist came near him, the boy lifted his instrument to shield himself. As soon as the giant's fist came in contact with it, it was stopped!

There's a day when all hearts will be broken
when a shadow will cast out the light
and our eyes cry a million tears
help won't arrive

The boy then easily pushed the giant's fist away. The beast stumbled backwards. The small lad then flicked a switch on his guitar. The two edges of the guitar's base extended and started glowing with power, turning the edges razor sharp. The boy gripped the guitar's neck with both hands, and charged after the giant. Unfortunately, the colossus regained its bearings, and attempted to crush the boy beneath its feet. He easily sidestepped each attack as he managed to get behind the behemoth. He then jumped towards its ankles, swinging his axe at the heel, which then embedded itself into the giant's skin. The beast let out a cry of pain, as the glowing material sunk into its skin like a hot knife through butter.

There's a day when all courage collapses
and our friends turn and leave us behind
creatures of darkness will triumph
the sun won't rise

The youth then started vertically climbing up the titan's leg, as easily as if he were running through an open field! The monster of course, was trying to shake the young boy off, occasionally swatting at him. The boy avoided every attempt. When he finally got to the top, he started swinging his axe into the side of the monster's head. With each strike, the beast writhed in agony, black smoke emanating from the wounds. The boy then jumped onto the top of the monster's head, his hood blowing off as he did so He swung his axe down into its skull, delivering the final blow to the giant. With one final roar of anguish, the monster collapsed.

I may fall
but not like this-it won't be by your hand
I may fall
not this place, not today
I may fall
bring it all-it's not enough to take me down
I may fall

The boy removed his axe from the giant's skull, jumping down its back to slow his descent. When he safely landed on the grass, he turned his head to the giant's corpse, watching it turn to ash. His jade green eyes glowed with satisfaction. His seemingly soft cheeks were covered in black ash from the monster, giving the illusion that he was older than he actually was. He ran his hand through his green hair, wiping his brow. No sooner did the corpse vanish, than the ground began to tremble. The boy turned around, hands still clenched around the guitar-axe's neck. Three more giants, identical to the one he had just slain began to march toward the boy.

There's a place where we'll stand outnumbered
where the wolves and the soul-less will rise
in the time of our final moments
every dream dies

He flipped his axe around so that it was a guitar once more. He re-positioned his fingers across the strings, and took out a glowing red guitar pick from a pouch strapped to his waist. He took it between his middle and forefinger, raised it above his head, and then struck a chord. As soon as the pick hit the strings, an incredible noise resonated across the field. The whole guitar began to glow a hot red color, as it heated up in the boy's hands. Suddenly, both the guitar and the boy caught fire! The boy did not flinch, almost as if he had expected this. The flames subsided almost as quickly as they had appeared, but the boy was now covered in a maroon cloth with singe-marks. The boy's hood had been replaced by a helmet made to imitate a pumpkin, with gauntlets to imitate straw. His guitar had been changed to have a similar design, the base looking like a pumpkin, and the sound hole filled with flames.

There's a place where our shields will lay shattered
and the fear's all that's left in our hearts
strength and our courage have run out
we fall apart

He began running through the forest around the field towards the giant to his far left. Every tree and bush he passed caught fire and burned to a crisp within seconds. Even the ground he stepped on became charred. When he came close enough, the first monster tried crushing him with its fist. As soon as the boy saw this, he dug his guitar into the ground. Using his momentum, he swung around horizontally like a pole-vaulter, but still holding on to the guitar. When the giant fist slammed into the ground, he jumped on the monster's arm, and started running up it, dragging his ax across the beast's arm whilst doing so. Every wound it left started spitting fire and smoke. The monster tried attacking him, but it was in too much pain to do much except roar in agony.

When we lose our faith…

When the youth reached the head of the giant, he grabbed the head of his guitar, and pulled it away from its base. It came apart, revealing that the head of the guitar along with the neck was actually a sword and shield! The boy raised his sword, and brought it down into the monster's skull. With every attack, lava started spewing from its head. Finally, the giant fell. As soon as the boy landed on the ground, he started glowing red again. When the light faded, he had returned to his normal clothes.

And forsake our friends…

The boy then turned to the second giant and began running towards it, his sword and shield a guitar once more. As he ran, he took another pick from his pouch, this one light blue, and strummed his guitar. Instantly, he and his instrument began to glow with a similarly colored energy. When it faded, his skin had become a pale white, his hair greased back, and a shade of crisp ice-blue. His cloak had been replaced with a rather thick wool coat. He rotated some of the tuners on his guitar, which split it in two from the base, creating two hatchets. He took his two hatchets, each glowing with the blue energy and lunged at the creature's leg, freezing it solid. He jumped on the goliath, and ran up its side like he did with its' fallen brethren. The beast tried shaking him off, but each time he did, the lad dug his hatchets into the colossus' skin. Eventually, he had to resort to climbing up the creature's side solely with his hatchets.

When the moon is gone…

Every time his blades left a gouge in the monster's skin, the wound would freeze over. However, the monster finally managed to grab the boy. He let out a sharp cry of pain as the beast began squeezing the life out of him. However, ice soon began to spread along the monster's hand, spreading to the rest of its arm. The boy took the opportunity to squirm out of the giant's grip. He then began gliding along the frozen arm, as if he were ice-skating. When he reached the shoulder, he jumped onto the monster's head, embedding his hatchets into the side of its skull. Ice then began growing from the wounds, causing the giant to cry out in pain. It clawed at its face, trying to get rid of the boy. When that didn't work, it began frantically shaking its head. No matter what it did, the boy would not let go. Soon the monster's entire body turned into ice, and the boy finally could relax…

And we reach our end…

BOOM went the frozen giant's body as the final monster slammed its fist into its brethren, launching the young boy into a thick tree and cracking its trunk. The boy's icy aura faded, returning the boy and his hatchets to normal. He slowly rose to his feet, staggering a bit, and picked up his small axes. Aligning their handles, he fused them back together, returning his weapon to normal. He re-positioned the guitar in his hands, brought out a green guitar pick, and strummed a chord on the guitar. He began to glow with a green energy now, and when it faded, his skin turned into a light shade of emerald, leaves and vines ran through his coarse hair.

When we stand with friends
and we won't retreat

He tuned his guitar some more. As he did so, the base changed form, revealing a cylinder shape running across the middle of the guitar. One of the jagged edges rotated, turning into a handle, which the boy grabbed. He flipped his guitar so that the cylinder was facing the giant. He then began pulling the handle, shooting out a blast of energy from the cylinder towards the giant. When the bullet hit their target, vines began to grow, wrapping around the creature. He cocked the gun once more, and shot the monster in the arm; and vines began to grow there as well. He repeated again and again until the monster fell, cocooned in green vines. The vines writhed in agony for several moments. Soon, however, they stopped and shrunk back into the ground, leaving the giant's ashes floating away.

As we stare down death
then the taste is sweet

The green aura surrounding the boy faded, returning him to normal. He flipped a switch on his shotgun, returning it to normal. He walked over to a stump and sat down. He began playing a song on his guitar, but was interrupted by the ground shaking beneath him. He looked up and saw that all of the monsters' remains were floating in the middle of the field. They were all fusing together, creating an even bigger giant than all four of them combined! The young boy's jade eyes widened as he strained to see the colossus. He gritted his teeth and gripped his guitar in anger.

There's a moment that changes a life when
we do something that no one else can…
And the path that we've taken will lead us
one final stand…

He took one final guitar pick, gleaming silver in the sun, and struck the most powerful and loud of all the chords he had yet struck. He began to glow with a metallic silver gleam. However this time, instead of having his clothing changed as well, he only glowed brighter than ever before. By now the giant had gained a real, tangible form: it was at least 30 feet tall, with six arms, and looked angry. It lets out a horrible, inhuman cry of pure rage. The small human beneath it let out an even louder cry, which shouldn't have been possible, considering his size. The boy began running towards the colossus, his guitar an axe once more.

There's a moment we make a decision
not to cower and crash to the ground.
The moment we face our worst demons
our courage found

He leapt thirty feet in the air, eye to eye with the colossus, and his axe changing form one final time. The right edge of the axe rotated, connecting with its twin. The young man then raised his sword above his head with both hands, gathered all the energy he had, and let out a cry that shook through the forest. An enormous ghost of a silver sword, even bigger than anything else in the field, seemed to surround the sword. Memories flashed through the young man's mind at blinding speed: he remembered a house, crushed by a giant force. He remembered a man's cry of anguish and anger. With all the strength the young boy had, he brought down his sword upon the giant, cleaving it clean in two. When the boy fell to the ground, he let out a ragged breath; he had defeated his foe.

I may fall
But not like this – it won't be by your hand
I may fall
Not this place, not today
I may fall
Bring it all – it's not enough to take me down
I may fall

The creature's remains glowed brightly with blinding silver light. When nothing but the glow covered the forest, it faded, and the giant's' corpse was no more. As for the young hero who slew this beast? He sat down on a tree stump, and began to play a sad tune on his guitar. A tear fell down his cheek, smearing his ash-ridden face. Memories flashed through his mind: a fire and a woman's scream. A father's touch and a guitar being plucked for the first time by youthful hands. A small town screaming in horror as a monster destroyed their homes. And worst of all, a light vanishing from the man's eyes…

Jade. I. N. T.