So, you wanna hear my story this time? Either way, you're staying to listen even if you don't wanna stay. My name you ask? Kai Winterfell, my father was a successful business man and was one of the heads for the Atlas branch of the Schnee Dust Corporation. How did he get to that position? Well, he was a very great master negotiator and that's why Mr. Schnee liked him so much. Always getting the best equipment for the lowest price. Anyways, You probably don't wanna hear about my Father's position, so Let's start off when my life took a turn for the worst.

I was sitting down in a chair reading a book when my Father walked in from work. I looked up from the book to look at him.

"How was work today?" I asked him.

"Awesome," He told me, "Come with me, I have a surprise for you."

I placed the book down on the nightstand and followed him to the backyard, where there was a tarp covering what looked like a box and a strange looking object. I paused when I got close enough and stared at the things covered by the tarp.

"Is... Is this the surprise?" I asked curiously.

"Yes," He said in an excited tone, "Wait until you see what it is."

Before he flipped the tarp off, he got a call on his scroll. He stopped and answered it only saying the words Yes, and I understand.

"Who was that?" I asked when he hung up.

"It was the General," He told me, "He says that their scanners picked up a possible Faunus protest, and that we should stay inside until it dies down. But anyways let's get this tarp off."

He flipped it off to show a weapons carry case and a couple of vehicles.

"Do I choose one?" I asked.

"Yes, you choose one," He said.

There were a total of five weapons in the box to choose from. There was: a cutlass that turned into a 44. Magnum, a claymore that was modified to fire off Dust blasts in quick succession, a Halberd that converted to a Sniper rifle, a Greatsword that could turn into a LMG, and a war hammer that could turn into a rocket launcher.

"Hmm," I said, thinking about it, "I guess I'll take the Claymore. Not enough respect for the classics anymore."

"Good choice," My father said, "Now for the vehicles."

This time, there were only three: A Lightbike, A tank with a nitro system attached, and a Mongoose.

"Is this it?" I asked.

"Were you expecting more?" He said.

"Kinda," I said, "But I'll take the Lightbike."

"Okay," He muttered, "Gather your weapon and vehicle, and let's head inside."

I grabbed both of them and followed behind my Father into the house.

"Now," He said when we got inside, "Strike me with your new weapon."

"Why?" I asked.

"Just do it," He told me.

"But you'll get hurt," I said.

"I'll be fine," He assured me, "Trust me. Now quickly, before your mother gets back and yells at me for giving you a weapon."

I held up the Claymore and attempted to strike him, like he told me to. When it got close, I heard the sound of the Claymore hitting something and saw that my father had pulled out his weapon and blocked the blow. He knocked me back and I attempted to get back into form when his blade poked my neck.

"Too slow," He announced, "You think your opponent is going to wait for you to get back into position?"

"Yes?" I answered skeptically.

"No," He said, "If you ever get knocked back in a fight, get up and keep fighting instead of trying to get back into the correct form for fighting. Now, try again."

I tried again, with my father knocking me back again. I got back up and struck again, this time knocking my father back. He got up and wiped a little blood off his upper lip.

"Good," He said, "That's all we have time for today. Your Mother is here. Oh, by the way, the Claymore can also fold to fit in smaller spaces. Now quickly, put it away before she sees it."

"Sees what?" Someone said in an angry tone.

"Nothing," My father said turning around to talk to my mother, "Why would I hide anything from you?"

"Yes," She said, "Yes you would Marcus, you are the worst person at hiding things I've met. I know you gave him a weapon."

"When did you figure out?" He said in a defeated voice.

"Are you kidding?" She said, "I've been waiting for you to give him one. It's about time he learned how to fight, otherwise, how would he get into the Academy?"

"The Academy?" I asked.

"Atlas Academy," She told me, "General Ironwood is the headmaster there. And in a couple years, you'll be old enough."

Just then, a couple of extremists started throwing Molotov cocktails at the house, setting it on fire.

I came to surrounded by the ashes of what used to be my house. I stood up and clenched my right arm while limping because my left leg was either injured or broken. I limped over to my father just as he opened his eyes.

"K-Kai," He coughed, "I have something I've been meaning to tell you."

"What is it?" I asked in a scared voice.

"Your mother isn't exactly your mother," He told me, "There was this girl at another academy I ended up doing some really crazy things with my last year at Beacon academy. Her name was Cinder."

"Wow," I said, "I'm a Bastard child... That's the last thing I wanted to hear."

"Despite all that," He coughed, "You are destined for-"

"Destined for what?" I asked, tearing up, "Dad? Dad!"

I looked to the side to see the outline of a man with what looked like somewhat spiked up/slicked back hair.

"Hello?" He called, "Is anybody there?"

I was frozen still, kneeling over my father's body, crying my eyes out.

"Hello?" He called again, "There's no need to be afraid, I'm here to help you."

I stood up and walked over to the man, looked up at him, then looked back down.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

"Kai Winterfell," I told him.

"Well Kai," He said, "I'm Adam Taurus. If you want you can follow me, and be accepted into a group of people that will care for you for the rest of your life."

I started to follow him through the burnt house, looking at what used to be one of the most well built mansions in Atlas.

"Where are we going?" I asked Adam.

"Vale," he told me, "The White Fang, and your new family is there."

"So, this Vale place," I said, "How far away is it?"

"Not too far," He said, "Just across the water."

"ACROSS THE WATER?" I blurted out.

"Well, Ocean to be exact.," He corrected himself, "By the Kai. How well can you defend yourself?"

"Very well," I said.

"Good," He said, "But very well isn't going to work. You need to be the best fighter you can be if you want to keep a spot in the White Fang, because trust me, You. Will. Be. Challenged."