Gold and Silver.

I don't own RWBY just my OC's.

Prologue.

It was a sunny spring morning when the hunters came. Not normal Huntsmen who fought the creatures of Grimm. No, these Huntsman were dark hunter. They hunted only one thing. Faunus. To be specific rare breeds of Faunus. They prided them selves on exterminating the bat Faunus, eradicating the merfolk, destroying the dragnils and enslaving the nine-tailed foxes. But here in a sleepy little town in Vale, they had come to capture or kill the rarest of all. The great wolfs. Dur to their colouring which ranged from the colour of spun gold to the purest silver and their natural grace and beauty, they had been hunted and enslaved to the point of extinction. Now one of the last family of great wolfs was going to relive that past again.

Martin Goldenstien 6 years old was playing in the woods that bordered his families home. With him was his little sister Annetta 5 years old and very clingy to her older brother. Not that he minded. Martin was always very protective of his little sister. With her golden hair, ears and tail, big blue eyes and slender build, she was always targeted by bullies who were jealous of her looks and grace. She was also mute. Then only way she communicated with others was by writing down on a note pad. At least with people outside her family. With her family she used a very different skill. Annetta could use telepathy.

Martin on the other hand was big for his age. His silver hair, ears and tail shown in the light. He was also natural a good fighter which meant that when ever Annetta got into trouble he started swinging. This got him into trouble at school and often he was in the principal's office. This caused both children to be isolated from the others. Not that they minded, both children where happy with just each other. Little did they know that in a few short hours, each other were all that they would have.

"Come on Annetta, it's not that far down," Martin called up to his sister as she clung tightly to a low tree branch. "I'm right here and I will catch you."

"But brother," Came Annetta's voice inside his head, "I'm scared. What if you miss? I'll hurt myself."

"Have I ever let you get hurt while I was around?" Asked Martin in a soothing tone.

"No." Came the reply.

"Didn't I say that I will always keep you safe?" Martin put to Annetta.

"Yes." Annetta mumbled.

"Then trust me and jump." Martin ordered in the manner of all older siblings.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Annetta let go of the tree and jumped. Promptly, Martin reached out and court her in his arms, the force of Annetta's jump forcing them both to the ground.

"See," Martin said while clutching his sister, "Didn't I tell you to trust me?"

"I always trust you brother." Annetta said as she nuzzled against his chest.

Smiling, Martin put Annetta down, brushed her off and holding her hand, started back towards their home.

"Come on, it's almost lunch time and you know how mum hates it when we are late." Martin ordered as he guided his sister.

"Not as much as you do." Annetta teased. It was true Martin seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble.

"Ouch thanks sis that really hurts you know," Martin mocking stumbled clutch his heart.

"Hee-hee." Annetta giggled.

Reaching the edge of the woods, Martin sensed something was wrong. Years of picking up the slightest hint of trouble had sharpened his intuition. Motioning for his sister to stop, Martin closed his eye's and focused on his other sensors. He detected the faint hint of smoke in the air as well as screaming. Looking up he saw smoke. Coming from the direction of. THEIR HOME. Turning to Annetta Martin hissed.

"We need to go now."

"What is it brother?" Annetta asked her eyes starting to widen with fear and worry.

"Just follow me and keep quiet." Martin uttered as he began to stealthily more to the edge of the woods. Reaching the edge, Martin quickly covered his sister's eyes. He didn't want her to see what was happening.

The family home was on fire. The bright red flames reaching high into the sky and surrounding their home was a large mob of men all laughing and taunting something. Martin used his superior sight to see what who it was the men where taunting. It was their parents. Their dad was trapped inside the house struggling to breakdown the door which had been barricaded from the outside while their mother was being assaulted right in front of him. Then with a loud *CRACK* was heard and the roof of the house collapsed onto of the kid's father. Martin tried to shield Annetta from their dad's cries as he burned alive. Laughing, the leader a tall bald man with a scar running across his face from above his left eye to his lower jaw, men swaggered to their mother and putting a gun to her head asked her something. Her answer was to spit blood and saliva at him. The leader seemed to ignore it, then he pistols whipped her across the face knocking her out.

Turning to his followers he bellows. "SPREAD OUT, THOSE KIDS ARE AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE. FIND THEM. THE FIRST ONE TO BRING THEM TO ME ALIVE WILL GET A BIGGER SHARE OF THE MONEY WE'LL GET FROM SELLING THEM!"

Turning to Annetta Martin whispered urgently, "RUN!"

"What about mum and Dad?" Annetta cried, tears streaming down her face.

"We can't help them now," Martin croaked his throat contracting as he fought to keep his tears in. "We need to live before we can help mum."

Grabbing her hand Martin turned around and together brother and sister disappeared into the woods. It would be many years before they returned.