Chapter One: The Fire Ignites
"Do you believe in destiny?" Pyrrha asked, looking up at Cinder.
"Yes" Cinder replied, aiming her bow at Pyrrha. Moments later, the arrow pierced through Pyrrha's heart.
Far from Beacon Academy, a large house rested in the forest surrounding Vale. Secluded from the town, the house looked abandoned and mostly ignored. The forest was infested with all sorts of monsters, both human and Grimm. The house's condition deterred any person or beast's interest in the large home. However the outside of the house was just a decoy, the inside was kept fairly well and was being occupied. The sound of broken glass echoed from inside the house, a vase lay shattered on the ground.
"Mother?! Are you alright?" a young voice shouted from the upstairs.
The young man, who was nineteen years old, ran downstairs to find his mother in the living room with her hands over her eyes. The glass was scattered around the table in the room.
"She's gone my son, Pyrrha is gone. I just felt her aura disappear." The mother's voice was shaken and it was clear she was crying. The young man's grip tightened and he leaned down to comfort his mother. "Not since the death of your father have I felt such sadness my son, I loved Pyrrha." The mother's voice was still very quiet.
"I understand mother but you and I both know I cannot stay here for long." The young man replied. "I must leave to find her killer." The mother's tears stopped as she looked up at her son.
"When you find whoever did this to Pyrrha, make sure they pay for what they have done to us." The mother's voice was no longer quiet or sad, she spoke with determination.
The young man tightened his grip again and replied to his mother, "They are not prepared for my wrath."
The young man made his way back to his room upstairs. He opened his closet door and grabbed a set of red and black armor from a chest in his closet. He looked into a mirror in the corner of his room and began to equip the armor. Standing up straight, the boy measured just short of six feet tall. He was rather bulky for kids normally his age and was exceptionally strong. The young man looked toward a wall in his room which two swords laid against the wall. He grabbed the both of the swords, strapping one to his right side with the hilt facing forward. He took the second sword to a desk in his room and unsheathed the sword, revealing a sharp orange blade. The young man shed a tear as he carved something into the blade. He then replaced the sheath and strapped the blade to his left side with the hilt facing behind him. He began walk back downstairs where he was met by his mother.
"This is goodbye for now mother, think you can take care of yourself?" His mother smiled and simply nodded. She hugged her son as he opened the door of the home.
"Good luck Pallas, promise you'll come back after you kill whoever killed your sister?" Pallas left the house without replying to his mother.
He walked down the steps of his house and turned to look toward his home. Pallas reached back for his hood and covered his red hair. He followed a path that took him to the edge of the forest. Pallas looked over at the city of Vale and saw smoke rising from the town. It seemed the fighting had stopped, however it was clear that the war was only beginning.
"Hey kid, lost your way home?" a voiced shouted to the left of Pallas. He glanced over and saw five bandits, all armed with short swords, walking toward him. "Are you deaf kid? I asked if you were lost." One of the bandits smirked as they circled Pallas, who had not moved an inch.
"If you wish to live, I highly advise you not dare jump me." Pallas looked around at the group, who were now laughing at his reply.
"Oh-ho-ho look at you! Do you think you are big and bad? Think you can take on all five of us? In your dreams kid, alright boys let's get him. First one to kill him gets to keep his fancy swords." The gang of bandits started whooping and shouting as they closed in on Pallas.
"Your fates have been decided, you will pay for your actions." Pallas quickly unsheathed his blades to reveal the words For Her on his left blade and For Him on his right.
Pallas held the swords at his sides and closed his eyes as he waited for the first bandit to reach him. A bandit jumped at him from behind, attempting to stab him in the back. Pallas dodged the stab and elbowed the bandit in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him to the ground.
"Stay down, I'll be back in a second" Pallas said amusingly to the bandit on the ground, who found he was unable to stand up.
A bandit swung widely near the face of Pallas, who moved his head to the side and slashed at the torso of the bandit with both blades. Blood gushed out from the body of the bandit as Pallas turned his head. He locked eyes with an approaching bandit as blood swirled from the body and struck his attacker. The blood seemed to slice through the waist of the approaching bandit and the bandit fell in two.
"What kind of a monster are you!" One of the remaining bandits shouted.
Pallas turned to the two bandits standing to his left and flipped the sword in his right hand. He charged forward towards the two bandits with a sword in each hand. With deadly precision, Pallas blocked the strikes from the two bandits and sliced through the legs of both bandits. The bandits screamed in agony and fell to the ground, crippled by the sword slice of Pallas.
"I warned you, yet you persisted. What a bunch of idiots." Pallas sheathed his swords and bent over to place his hands over the wounds of the bandits. The blood clumped up at the wound and stopped bleeding.
The first bandit was finally able to get up and shouted "Who are you?! What are you?!"
Pallas stood up and pulled down his hood. "My name is Pallas Nikos. My sister was killed earlier this evening. My destiny is to hunt down and kill her murderer. Nothing will stop me from this. Take your friends to the hospital in Vale. I was able to block the blood from leaking too much. They should make a full recovery." Pallas pulled his hood up and turned around.
"Oh no you don't you son of a-"One of the bandits from the ground attempted to grab his knife and get up to stab Pallas.
Pallas quickly turned and grabbed the throat of the injured bandit. He pulled his face toward him and shouted, "Were you not listening? I said nothing will stop me! I offered you mercy yet you dare raise your blade at me… Such a shame." Pallas dropped the bandit from his grasp and punched the bandit in the chest.
A fountain of blood shot out from the back of the bandit, who let out a cry of agony and fell to the ground. The first bandit walked over to the other crippled bandit and helped him to his feet. The two turned and began to walk toward Vale while Pallas looked back toward the forest.
"As for me, I must meet up with an old friend." A crow cawed overhead and flew back into the forest. Pallas looked up and walked in the same direction the crow had.