Scarred and Broken

by Azurai Anima

Alear is the last wolf faunus known to exist. He was once a proud member of the White Fang, an organization fighting for faunus rights. But one day he is betrayed and left to die. He is found bleeding out by Ozpin and taken to Beacon Academy, where he is offered the chance to turn his life around. Will he take the offer or will he obsess over revenge? One girl may help him decide.

1. Prologue

Scarred and Broken (Prologue)

This is my first fan fiction I have written and plan to write many chapters. Please feel free to give constructive criticism. I welcome any advice that will help me hone my writing skills. Sorry for the short beginning but I felt the ending was appropriate. I plan to make future chapters a lot longer. Enjoy!

Alear lay bleeding on the forest floor. The sword wound to his chest was pouring profusely, causing his body to go numb from blood loss. A cool breeze blew through the trees, lightly caressing his face.

"Damn that bastard! I cannot believe I just let him do this to me. How could I have been so blind?!" His breathing was ragged, barely giving him enough air to survive. He looked to the sky. The shattered moon rested above him, glowing mystically in the night. "I always thought my death would be at my own hand, not my so-called friend's." He grimaced. "Why Adam? What caused you to descend into the darkness that now envelops your heart?" He knew he wouldn't get an answer, but that didn't stop him from thinking it anyway. "Things could have been different. Maybe I could have stopped him from turning the White Fang into common murderers." He looked to his now broken weapon, resting next to him. His own blood was smeared on the blade. "Heh, who am I kidding. He was always a monster; I was just too blind to see it. I thought he was my friend. I thought he cared about our cause, but he just used me for my power until he no longer found me useful. Then he disposed of me like a worthless animal, ironic considering what he is supposed to stand for."

He heard footsteps coming toward him, twigs breaking underfoot. He couldn't think who would come to him now. Surely Adam wasn't returning. There was no point in finishing him off. He would bleed out soon enough. The footsteps came closer and he now recognized it as at least two people. He was too weak now to move his head anymore. He was resigned to his fate and did not much care who it was anyway. The strangers stopped in front of him. One knelt down and put their fingers to my neck.

"He still has a pulse, but it's very weak," said the kneeling stranger. It was definitely a woman.

"Well then, I suggest we hurry him back to Beacon," said the other stranger. This one was a man. Alear heard what sounding like the stranger drinking something. "Would you mind carrying him with your glyphs?" He asked the woman. There was what sounded like a sigh.

"If I must," she replied.

Alear's lost consciousness soon after that, waiting for death's embrace, not knowing of what the future had in store for him.