DICLAIMER* I do not own rwby; however I own the OCS and the story.
Chapter: 1.1, Deportment from nature
A campfire dimly lit the camp site of a teen; said teen being the only one there. The teen looked at the fire as if seeing a ghost. "Why did they take you?". Those words brought upon dreaded memories from the teen, memories that was forced back in to the back of his head.
We see a little boy crying as fire spread around him. "Uncle!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "Auntie!" The boy screamed as his eyes started to water up. He was screaming those words over and over again, trying desperately to find his relatives.
'Where are you guys?'. He was beginning to lose hope, until his thoughts were disturbed by a growl and multiple shadows emerging from the fire. "NO! Stay back!" the boy screamed, trying to convince the on coming shadows; then it dawned on him, they were not shadows, they were Grimm, soulless monsters, hell bent on exterminating human and faunus kind off of the face of remnant.
"Please don't hurt me!" The little boy shouted. As the Grimm were closing in, out of nowhere a man with blond hair suddenly shoved a Beowulf with a briefcase with the arc family crest in the middle.
The man transformed the brief case to a short grate-sword. The sword was black and the edges silver as well as the briefcase. With the transformation, he swung it at the ground and created a shockwave. After he swung his sword, the Grimm were staggered. Seeing this, the man ceased the moment as the sword split down the middle and formed dual swords. He hacked mercilessly at the Grimm and killed each one of them.
"Hey kid" the man said with a smirk. The boy was tearing up when he saw the man. "woah, kid, got a pretty strong grip there.". The boy ignored the remark as he was to busy wetting his uncle's shirt.
"Hey kid, sorry to interrupt your tear session, but I suggest we continue this somewhere that isn't burning.". The boy realized they were still surrounded by fire. Upon realizing what his uncle is implying, he quickly nodded.
Upon reaching a fortress with a red cross in front, the boy and his uncle went inside and asked where his parents are. They were surprised that his aunt was the one managing the fortress. "hey darling, did you see Jewel and Marcus?". The boy's uncle spoke with worry.
"About that, can I talk to you for a second darling?". The 's aunt said.
"OK. Just a minute". The boy's uncle turned to the boy
"Jaune can you stay here for a little while?"
The boy just nodded weakly. As the boy's uncle confirmed it was okay to leave, he stepped inside a room where his wife was waiting. "so, what did you want to talk about?"
"It's about jewel"
"and?"
"She is… well she". Tears began to form in her eyes as she spoke.
"She is dead". She finished, but hadn't succeeded in keeping the tears.
He was taken back by this. His sister in law was dead. He was shocked. His mind was filled with emotion, sadness, pain, anger. He felt confused at this, shocked even, but what gotten him so shocked is when he saw Jaune.
*Authors note*
So hey guys. This is my first fic, creative criticism is also appreciated. I haven't decided on the names of his uncle and aunt will be and I will hold a vote for most names suggested in my twitter. But there are no suggested names yet, so I'll just look trough the reviews. Remember when you review suggest a name at the end. This is the first part of the prologue, and review if you want me to continue this fic or if it's just trash. Thank you and as always
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