When man steps on to the land that is not of his own darkness shall fall. It is the one clothed in blood, the scarred wolf, and their followers that man will put their faith in. If they shall fail all is lost.

– The Grim's Prophesy

Welcome to Beacon

As the air ship pierced throw the sky, Drake adjusted himself in his seat and looked outside the window. The kingdom of Vale was just on the horizon. As Drake was looking the pilot's voice echoed in the aircraft from the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, please move back to your seats and fasten your seat belts. We will be arriving at Vale shortly."

Drake did as the pilot said and buckled his seat belt. "Okay spill it," Said Drake's friend Marco who'd been so quiet that Drake thought that he was asleep.

"Spill what?" Drake asked.

"Your father would have never let you go to school to become a hunter. I know how he is. I want to know; how the hell you did convene him." Marco was right, Drake's father would had never let him enter into hunting school. Not until a few weeks ago. Drake took a deep breath and then started his explanation.

A few weeks ago

Drake couldn't believe what he was hearing. His father said he was going to let him enlist into a school for hunters and huntresses. It was out of the blue, so unsuspected that his brain was still processing it. Finally, after all this time his effort paid off.

"Drake," said his father. "Wake up, I said 'you're going to hunting school.'" Drake looked at his father's face to see if he was joking. Drake had gotten most of his features from his father; his black hair, and a good strong build. All accept a scar on the left side of his mouth. Which he got it from a small Beowolf.

"I… I heard," Drake said. "I thought you said hunting schools were inferior to traditional hunting teachings." Drake said mockingly.

"They still are." Drake's father took a deep breath. "You will be enrolled at Beacon academy." Drake didn't really care which school he went to. Just that he would receive formal hunting training. "I will allow you to receive schooling under one condition." Drake knew this condition would have to be met. His father; Ruskin was a traditional hunter. He believed that hunting was to be taught from parent to child. It may be an outdated way of teaching, but Drake was still a good hunter.

"What is it? Kill a Death stalker, pull of all feathers of a Nevermore, mud wrestle a Boarbatusk, I'll even ride an Ursa."

"There is someone I need you to defeat. Her name is Ruby Rose."

Present day

"Your dad is insane," Marco said. The entire time Drake was explaining both of the young hunter had gotten off the air ship and into the terminal. They were now collecting their luggage. After that they were supposed to meet someone from Beacon.

"No shit," Drake answered. He was tired of his father. Why couldn't let what happen with Summer Rose past. It was more than ten years ago. It could be worse. Drake thought. I could have to kill her. He actual felt sorry for her. To be punished for what her mother did.

"What do you know about her?"

"She's talented, she skipped two years at Signal academy then entered Beacon and I love this most of all, her semblance is speed. Just like mine, so now Dad thinks its fate that me and her fight."

"Fated. Wow. Do you know what she looks like?" Drake told him that his father didn't tell him what she looked like. He also said that Drake is training to be a hunter, so I should hunt on me own. "Again, your dad is insane."

"Again, no shit." Drake and Marco waited for moment for their luggage. They didn't see their luggage once. What they saw was other people's luggage. Drake then Suspected that their luggage was misplace or stolen. "Okay, where's our stuff. I'm not joking, I put Black Jack in there. My Dad will never let me hear the end of it if I lose it."

"Excuse me, Drake Still, Marco Kilt," Said someone behind them. Both Drake and Marco turned to see a middle age woman with long blond hair. She was wearing a white long sleeved shirt, a black skirt, a cape that was purple inside and black outside, and a riding crop tucked in her right boot.

"Yes," Both of the boys said.

"My name is Glynda Goodwitch," She said. "You will call me Ms. Goodwitch. I am a representative for Beacon. Please don't worry about your luggage, it is already in the car. Please follow me."