It was dusk.
The sun casting beautiful pinks, purples, yellows and golds across the night sky.
A young boy was staring at a two-story house, HIS house; on fire, he was never very attached to his home, as far as he was concerned, blood was more important. But they were all dead now, slaughtered by the same peo- no, not people: animals! The things that had done this were nothing more than animals. The boy watched as his parents, siblings, and friends, were murdered. Rage and Grief gnawed at his innards like a Beowolf. The words his father had always said to him, came back in that moment.
"Rise above; this road that is wise and filled with self-love!" The boy turned, he knew not were he would go, but he couldn't stay here, He just couldn't. As he turned, he saw a girl, a few feet from him, the girl looked to be about 7 years older than him. "Are you okay?" the girl asked. The boy shook his head. The girl put her hand behind her back, retrieving something, she handed it to him. The boy looked at it. It was an apple. He looked at her, confused. Her hand was still out. "You can come with me if you want" the boy hesitated for a brief second, and then took her hand.
"My name is Weaver Spiderwick." The boy said.
The girl smiled. "Mine is Autumn. Come young man, let's go."
3 years later:
Weaver and Autumn had been on the road for nearly 4 years, during said time Weaver had grown slowly; finding him at the age of 7, he wouldn't have grown much anyway. Autumn, on the other hand. Damn. She had grown WELL! A bust not too big, still quiet the sight. A near that was the envy of nearly every girl on the block (so to speak) a hip-to-waist ratio that was stunning, a face that was drop-dead gorgeous. Her yellow-tan traveling boots, worked nicely with her brown leggings, on top, a crème and brown blouse and a dark-faded green travel cloak completed the outfit. Her white and faded-crimson tipped staff securely inside her cloak.
Weaver, with the small changes he had undergone, was now 4'5, lengthy, not skinny. Strong, not bulky. 8 long appendages coming out of his back, identifying him as a Faunus. He wore black long, loose pants, and red belt. A white long sleeve shirt, and a trench-coat with a hood covering his face.
He carried an assortment of weapons; including , but not limited to, two hidden blades that, with the flick of the wrist, could eject the blades outwards into an enemy from up to 40 meters away. Over the years he had obtained a level of strength, only 8 could challenge, not including the Maidens. His semblance allowed him to copy and utilize multiple powers; be they isolated, or hereditary. The former required touch, or prolonged area contact (being near someone for a long time), the latter required blood contact.
The two had stopped near a small settlement near a forest, and agreed he would gather supplies, while she would meet him at the tree line were she would make camp, and wait for him to return.
Or it was supposed to at least…
Weaver had a feeling some would go wrong as he entered the market, something felt off, so he rushed as fast as he could.
Autumn found herself fighting off three opponents;
A girl with green hair, dark skin, and red eyes.
A boy with dark grey hair, light skin, grey-ish eyes.
…and a woman with long black hair, orange-yellow eyes and a tad shade lighter skin than the boy's
She was quickly beaten down by the first two figures and, as she got up, used her maidens' power. She had brought forth raging infernos', called forth gale-force winds, and summoned down lighting to strike her foes. Leaves came at her beckon, whirling around her, then turning to frigid ice as they hailed down at her enemies. The dark haired woman cast spikes of ash at her. They hit, and she dropped out of the sky. Looking around, dazed, she managed to catch a glimpse of one of them, and looked about, only to see all three of them coming at her; she managed to kick 1 back, only to have the 2 others coming at her, as she fought them, the woman pulled out a bow and launched three arrows, hitting the ground at her feet, they exploded. She was sent back to the ground. As she scrambled to get to her feet, her foes stalked toward her, she let loose one more blast of wind, and the Woman went down. She cast lightning, the boy followed. Autumn spun around and caused the ground beneath the girl to explode, she was a fake, trying again it hit. Standing, she found her staff, and walked over to the girl she had just knocked down. Getting ready to end her; something Weaver had taught her, before, she'd fight a bad guy, knock them down, and let them be. That ended up being worse the killing them. She didn't think it was; Weaver had shown her otherwise.
(flashback)
They had caught up with him the guy that been killing people for months, autumn had just put him through the wall. She had thought she had made her point; she turned her back, not ten seconds later: the sound of steel impaling flesh came to her ears, she turned., only to see Weaver with a knife in his back, he had just saved her from death (first of many) as he fell to the ground, the man smiled psychotically, she backed away scared that she had lost him forever. The man approached her the ever-present smile on his face "your turn little whore."
Autumn cringed as death came. When it didn't, she looked back: only to see Weaver's hand coming out of the man's chest; his heart in Weaver's palm. Weaver drew out his hand, and wiped it off on the corpse. "Mercy is only a good thing to good people; that excludes murder(ers), and villains." He said, not looking at her. When she found her voice, she responded. "What makes you think that we have right to decide, when someone lives and dies?" Weaver looked at her dead in the eye before responding. "Because they gave up the privilege when they took Innocent life, if that's not reason enough; then maybe it's because: No. One. Else. Can."
"Their lives are just as valuable as ours are."
She said, beginning to get hysterical.
"No. they're not. We-YOU are a protector, your life is worth as many people who owe you theirs." He replied.
"do you really believe that? If so you have no place traveling with me any longer!" she said, now hysterical.
"And what of self-defense? If one came after you for your power: What. Would. You. Do?"
She was stumped, she would knock them down, just as her sisters would do, but would that really deter them?
"think about that." Weaver said.
Breaking her from her thoughts.
(end flashback)
Back when he had said that, she thought he was nuts, now, she got it, she understood what he meant. As she was about to bring it down.
When an arrow found its way into her back.
She fell to the ground in pain, the culprit, approached, pulling on a white glove with red markings on it. The other two held her. She recognized the markings on the glove and her eyes widened with terror. "please. don't." she begged. But they didn't stop. A small Grimm came out of the palm of the glove, Pincers clicking, it sprayed her face with webbing, and began to drain her of her of her aura. The woman smiled. 'all cording to planned.' She thought.
That was before Qrow intervened. Bringing his broadsword down on the line, severing it, and freeing the now-unconscious-Autunm. He turned and swung at the two holding her, then again back to her catching her In his arms. The blacked one, began raising her arms to shoulder level. As she was doing that, the ground beneath him grew hot. Qrow moved fast, but when he looked back, there was no body there.
Qrow, taking notice of Autumn's injury's, stood up and began to run, making great haste, to Beacon.
Weaver was scared; once more: he was TERRIFIED! Never before had he been this STUPID; if something happened to her… Weaver was at a loss as to what he would do.
Arriving at the scene, Weaver's terror turned into shock and dread. Had he sent her to her death? Weaver shook his head. 'She isn't as weak as that, something must have happened here. Weaver had been drawn here by the winds, fire and lightning, had dropped everything, and RAN, as fast as he could to the outskirts; he was still too late in getting to her in time. Looking around: Weaver noticed signs of battle taking place here, minutes ago. Minutes! Weaver was ashamed it had taken him that long, that he missed her in her time of greatest need.
Weaver looked for a sign that she had made it out; he found her staff. Weaver went to his knees. Never since his family was murdered had he felt so. Empty. 'NO!'
Weaver pulled out a small dagger: the blade was about 7 in. long; Weaver, taking the blade in a tight grip, he drove the blade through his hand. "BY THE BLOOD AND THE PAIN OF THIS WOUND, I. WILL. HAVE. THEIR. SOULS! FOR THIS: NO ONE WILL TOUCH ME: NOTHING CAN STOP ME! I WILL AVENGE HER!:… or die trying;… no matter what it takes."
7 years later:
Raphael Raith won. It was that simple, where most failed, he succeeded. Where most died; he prospered. Now was no different. When the soldiers from atlas came everyone was curious as to: what they were here for, what they wanted, and why there were so many of them.
That is until. "You will all surrender and come quietly, you are now property of the Schnee dust corporation." Yelled a white-haired, in an authoritative voice. Her hair was held in a bun, a bang coming down over her right eye. She was dressed in a Captains uniform.
Her name was Winter Schnee, and she was here to bring in more faunas laborers'.
Most were too shocked to even think, let alone fight back as the solders moved in to the small village and pillaged EVERYTHING they could get their hands on, all valuables would be taken and sold to the highest bidder. When the solders tried to take Raphael's family; they couldn't get passed him, Raphael was too strong. Soon, Winter arrived. She ordered him to move. He didn't; so she said that if he beat her, she'd let them go. They had fought. He had won. But during the fight; there was so much drive behind him, he found himself pushing her back, not knowing what to do he kept it up, and didn't stop. He eventually pushed her down and won; but, while he turned his back in pride for his strength.
She used a glyph to paralyze him. "What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted. Winter ignored him, calmly stood up, and ordered the troops to round everyone up and prepare to transport them to Atlas. "WHAT! You said they were free to leave!" he yelled. Winter rolled her eyes and smiled. "Actually I said 'I'd let them go' well; there they go. Off to Atlas." She said, pointing at a group of faunas that were being forced into a large crate. Raphael stopped. And lowered his head in shame. He failed. He failed to protect what was most important. His home. Was gone.
no.
Raphael began to glow a radiant white. Winter turned to see what was happening. The glyph shattered. Winter, due to the shock, was unable to fight back, as Raphe hit her in the chest as hard as he could. Winter sored through the air and crashed into the side of a stone house… and went clean through it! Winter, who somehow survived, stood up, dazed. Only to be grabbed and lifted up by the ragging savage. Feeling an energy coming off of her he 'took-ahold' of 'it' and pulled it in to himself; Unknown to him that the power he had just felt: was his semblance and aura, as one. Raphael's power was power over aura itself, able to absorb aura from others, expel it like a force field/force repulse(star wars), regenerate limbs, etc. Raphael had taken nearly all of it, when a trooper came up and gave a 'love-tap' with the butt of its gun. Raphael's world slowly turned black, as it did, he heard her say to the guard. "Put him down." And then darkness took him. As the guard was about to pull the trigger, a shadow over came him.
Winter had just turned her back on the barbarian, he had much potential, if only he hadn't crossed her, he could have been her pet, but sadly she had to make an example out of him. But just as she turned, a shadow came over her, she looked up, seeing nothing, she turned to look at the guard, only to see emptiness, the place that the solder once stood, was now empty. The boy was still there, Head down, hair hiding his face. She turned to the citizens that were being rounded up. "Kill him!" she yelled, she had no idea what made her feel so afraid of obviously miss heard her, because they began to take aim and shoot at the people they were to round up. 'A shame, but they were just faunas-labor, nothing to cry over.' She thought. "NOO!" came the booming voice of
The boy on the ground as he watched the solders kill his friends, his neighbors, his family. He saw them all die.
Winter, rolled her eyes, came over to the boy, and kicked him in the head. He was out like a light.
Hours later:
Weaver had just arrived from the store to his camp, shrubbery that hide the camp, the tarp that served as his tent, the figure laying under it. The figure was the one he saved from the REAL animals in this world. The Schnee. Weaver could see the reason they were hated by so many faunas, in fact, he was shocked that what happened to the white fang hadn't happened sooner than it did. But he had his own vendetta.
Cinder.
The thought of her brought to a shaking rage. He wasn't going to kill her. Oh no: no, he would TORCHER HER to death: he would make her SCREAM, and BEG for death.
Weaver quickly got a hold on his temper; he knew better than to let him emotions get a Handle on him. 'Not yet: it's not the time yet.'
'soon'
He had first learned about Cinder when he ran into a white fang camp; they thought him human until he revealed his own traits. They had lowered their weapons and carried on like nothing had happened.
Approaching their leader; Adam Keniver (made up last name) Weaver subtlety inquired as to what the nature was concerning why everything looked so nice, fresh, and new? "I hear you guys have been busy, the revolution been going well?" Weaver continued, the start of conversation already being made. "things have been going smoothly, we could always use more infiltrators." Adam said. Weaver kept a cool expression; not too cold, not too much emotion. "More?" Weaver asked. Adam turned to him. "Yes, we have made a deal with a woman named Cinder." Weaver didn't smile. "I take it she is hot then," he remarked. Adam tried (read: failed) to hide his chuckle. 'Amateurs.' Weaver thought. Not many knew how to hide their facial expressions, let alone hide them well. "So uh; what was that deal exactly?" weaver tried. Adam shook his head. "I'm sorry. But I cannot answer that, it is confidential." Weaver asked no more on that subject, he didn't need to. "Do you have a picture of this lovely 'young?' woman?" Adam handed him a small photo of a woman with shoulder-length, wavy, black, hair. She had amber colored eyes, and pretty lashes. Her figure was fairly attractive, with a C-cup chest, a
Weaver quickly got a hold on his temper; he knew better than to let him emotions get a Handle on him. 'Not yet: it's not the time yet.'
Slim hour-glass figure, and seductive swaying hips. Weaver narrowed his eyes, rage boiled deep within him. "Thank you. She really is a looker, isn't she?" Weaver said in a joking manner. Adam didn't show any expression, he simply nodded to Weaver, and turned away. "I have work to do. Please see yourself out." Weaver nodded, turned and left. Adam shook his head. 'The hell just happened?' Adam wondered.
Weaver was brought out of his thought-spiral, by a moaning sound coming from the figure he brought back with him.
*sits up and groans* "what hit me?!" said the figure, holding his head. Weaver's expression didn't even flinch
"That would be Winter Schnee." The figure whirled around. "Who are you?! Where am I?" the figure demanded. Weavers expression didn't break. "I am a Monster. My name is Weaver. And you?" Weaver inclined his head to wards him. The figure opened his mouth, paused, and spoke. "My name is yes My family was taken by the Schnee." Raphael said the Schnee like it was poison. Weaver waited, opened his mouth, paused, and spoke the words that would change EVERYTHING. "your family wasn't taken by the Schnee."
Weaver paused, the boy turned to him, questions and tears in his eyes. "what?" the boy whispered. Weaver spoke up. "Your family wasn't taken by the Schnee. They were slaughtered in the village center." The boy was in shock. he couldn't even process what he was told. In a rush; he stood, weaver didn't give him a chance to ask, he pointed to the direction of the village… and Raphael RAN, faster than Weaver thought possible.
With Raphael in the lead, they both ran towards the village.
CHAPTER 1 END
Before anyone asks as to what the hell ive been doing (if anyone does) here are some explanations: 1) I removed my first story because, frankly, it was horrible. Spelling errors were everywhere, grammar mistakes ran RAMPANT, And A Few Other Things That I F***ed Up On. (hint hint) a lot of what I wanted to happen, didn't happen the way I designed them. In short: TOO MANY DAMN ERRORS. It was just better to kill it where it stood, I personally HATE when people leave up a story, even though they wont update it again… not hiatus, they're just not updating anymore; if there is a story im working on and I don't complete it, or Im done working on it or whatever: I DELETE IT FROM FANFICTION. PREMENETLY.
2) I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, general uncertainty was buggin me so to took it down.
There are other things; but you can PM me for those.
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