It was a rather solemn day that day, yet no one really knew why.
Regular people and Huntsmen (and Huntresses) alike woke up, only to find that there was an unknown weight in the very air. The sun seemed weak, the wind mourning. With it brought both feelings of melancholy and deep respect; for who, no one knew.
Well, maybe save one.
High up in Beacon Tower sat the Headmaster of the prestigious Beacon Academy. Ageless brown eyes stared out at the city in the distance, contemplating the legends that he alone knew.
As always, legends and myths stemmed from seeds of truth, no matter how twisted the story may eventually come to be. The particular one the centuries-old wizard was thinking of revolved around the worst war Remnant had witnessed so far, not counting the endless one between Grimm and humanity. The Great War had taken the lives of countless innocents, and for him, a few friends as well. It was only fitting that years later on the same day, the world would be set upon by a melancholic feeling no one but him knew how to decipher.
He sighed. As much as it pained him, it was infinitely better he grieved alone. One man's sorrow would not draw the hordes of Grimm prowling just beyond their borders. Thousands, however, would.
He only wished that one day, when the darkness had truly been vanquished, could all of Remnant set down their swords and pay their respects for all of those who had fallen protecting their homes and families.
I will remember, for they have forgot. Rest in peace, my friends.
Y'know, if you change some of the lore and logic, this could've been a tribute to Monty Oum… May you rest in peace as well, Monty. I never knew you, but I know your work has touched the hearts of many.
Thank you, brave soldiers who fell so we could have a tomorrow. For it is in passing that we achieve immortality…