Author's Note: Hey everyone, FalseRobot here. This isn't exactly a new story but an old story that I posted on Ao3 before my RWBY stories that I decided to clean up and release. So if you want to, please leave comment on what you think of the story.

Prologue Part 1

October 10th, 1918, somewhere on the British frontline.

It was lightly raining in the No Man's Land as Isaac begrudgingly crawled through the mud in his wolf form, grumbling. "Sunny with some clouds all week but on the eve of the assault, it just had to rain on our trenches but not on the bloody Jerry trenches. What sodding luck."

Isaac cautiously shifts his head upwards to get a bearing on how far away he was from the British frontline and sees a sideways burnt out wreck of a Mark V Landship between him and the trenches. "Jolly, just another hundred meters or so and I will finally be out of this marksman's paradise."

Crawling as fast and careful possible, Isaac reaches the wreck sits himself up in between the Landship's forward facing tracks, taking a few moments to catch his breath and clean off some of the mud from his facial fur, snout, slightly bushy tail, and uniform. He peeks his head out around the edge of the tracks that face towards the German trenches and scans for the enemy marksmen who spotted him not long ago. But all Isaac sees is a flat, muddy, barren field littered with bodies from previous failed assaults, artillery shell impact sites, burnout wrecks of various vehicles; and the target of today's assault, a fortified German bunker situated on large hill with various defenses and a maze of trenches, looming off in the distance.

Turning his attention back to the British trenches, Isaac repositions himself into a crouching position in preparation for the upcoming mad dash. Isaac springs from his position, running as fast as he can in the mud. Ahead of him, he can hear some allied soldiers yelling 'HOLD YOUR FIRE HOLD YOUR FIRE, he is one of ours' as Isaac reaches the entrance into the trenches. Once inside the trenches, Isaac takes a moment to catch his breath before making his way to the command post to inform the commanding officer of his findings.

After navigating the seemingly endless maze of trenches, Isaac reaches the operations tent where he hears the Lieutenant General and his advisors planning the latest assault. Isaac straightens out his uniform then brushes off any stray clumps of dried mud as best he can and shifts into his human form then enters the tent.

"Corporal Isaac Strausburg reporting in, sir!" Isaacs say as he snaps and holds a salute.

"At ease, Corporal. Report what you have found." The Lt. General returning the salute.

Isaac brings out a small notepad from his pack and walks up to the "Sir the bunker on Hill 42 is defended by 3 levels of trenches, 7 Vickers machineguns, 3 field cannons, 4 mortar emplacements, and around 50 soldiers from what I could see, Leftenant General. Also sir, it didn't rain on German side of the battlefield last night"

The Lt. General scoffs at the last bit of information. "Thank you for your report, Corporal. Report back to your regiment on the frontline and tell them what to expect. They are going in with the first wave. And change your uniform, it would be a waste to lose such a talented soldier to friendly fire."

"Sir, yes, sir!"

An hour later…

Isaac is inspecting his bayoneted Lee-Enfield Mk. III rifle, Webley Revolver, and the rest of his equipment one final time while nervously waiting in the trench, surrounded by his fellow human, werewolf, and the occasional vampire soldiers, for the whistle to blow to signal start of the charge.

Suddenly his Lieutenant shouts "STAND READY!" causing the entire trench to quickly ready themselves against the outer edge of the trench.

PHWEEEEEEEEET

With that, everyone springs forth from the trench, charging the German lines at full speed while screaming at the top of their lungs. In the distance behind him, Isaac can hear the booms of the artillery firing off their shells one after another. In front of him, the German trench unleashes a barrage of mortar fire into the charging line of men. A few of mortar shells land around Isaac, killing or severely wounding several men but does nothing to stop the charge.

As the charge neared the German trenches, the German soldiers and the Vickers machine guns opened fire into the charge, cutting down some of the men as mortars continue to rain shells down unto the charge. But the defensive fire was cut short as artillery shells start mercilessly pounding the German trenches. The shelling stops as the charge comes within 2 meters of the trenches.

Isaac drops down into the trench, plunging his rifle's bayonet in the still recovering German soldier's chest. Just as he lands, another German soldier charges Isaac from his left, forcing Isaac to leave the rifle impaled in the dead soldier and to deflect the charge with his left arm. As soon as the German soldier is past him, Isaac quickly draws his revolver and fires two bullets into the upper back of the soldier, killing him. Isaac fires off the rest of the cylinder into two distracted German soldiers just beyond the soldier he just killed. Suddenly, someone impales Isaac in the lower back, causing Isaac to snarl in pain and drop his empty revolver. Isaac stumbles forward a couple steps gripping his shovel tightly when he feels the blade begin to pull out of his body. Isaac whips suddenly to face the soldier who stabbed him and buries the shovel blade into the soldier's neck.

Heaving, Isaac quickly looks around him for more enemy soldiers as pulls the bayoneted rifle out but only sees a trench filled with allied soldiers moving further up the hill. He looks down at the soldier he just killed hoping he didn't accidently kill an ally. Thankfully he sees that it was a German soldier so he moves on to retrieve his dropped revolver and rifle. After a brief equipment check and making sure that the stab wound was closed up, Isaac joins the other soldiers and moves further up as well.

Moving up through the German trenches, Isaac was met with stiff but crumbling resistance put up by the defenders. Nearing the final stretch that leads into the bunker, the high pitched shrill of falling artillery shells fill the air motivating Isaac to rush towards the bunker amidst the explosions. Reaching the pathway leading into the bunker itself, the area around Isaac becomes eerily silent when he hears a deep pitched shrill above his head getting louder. Isaac rushes towards the entrance in a sprint but the shell lands in the space in-between Isaac and the bunker's entrance. Isaac is blown backwards as the scorching heat of the explosion and the cloud of dust, dirt, and shrapnel completely engulfs Isaac, turning the world around him black.