Far outside of the four kingdoms, sits a wall. A wall not unlike those surrounding the kingdoms. The wall is lifeless, dead, but instead of keeping something out, the walls are there to keep something in.
The wall borders what is called the Dead Zone. An area in Remnant that's filled with dangers that even a skilled huntsman would have troubles with.
You see, the Dead Zone is an area that effects someone's aura. Limiting it and making it harder for someone to use it. The reason that this area can affect a manifestation of one's soul is a combination of a large presence of Grimm and minerals in the bedrock.
The Dead Zone is forbidden to all except seasoned hunters, and after the fall of the Iron Lords, the Dead Zone's security has been much stricter.
The Iron Lords, a group of elite huntsmen and huntresses. International, fearless, and powerful, the Iron Lords were the vanguard for the kingdoms. Wielding blades inlaid with dust crystals, the Iron Lords were a force to be reckoned with. Until, however, they had a mission to clear out ancient and powerful Grimm in the Dead Zone. Ozpin and Ironwood protested greatly, but the Iron Lords knew what they had to do.
Every single Iron Lord from across the world dropped everything they were doing and converged on the Dead Wall in the hundreds. It didn't matter whether they were old or young, retired or recruit. If they were an Iron Lord, in any way shape and form, they were there.
The Iron Lords were tasked with clearing out a nest of Ancient Grimm, and they did so, at great cost. The Iron Lords destroyed their enemy, fighting to the last man, literally. No one survived.
It's been five years since the Iron Lords fell, and the Dead Wall is patrolled by a considerable sized army of Atlesian Knights. However, as Professor Ozpin welcomes the new students into his school, a beacon is sent, on an Iron Lord distress signal, originating from deep inside the Dead Zone.
Ozpin frowns as he makes his way off the stage. Looking at the scroll Glynda secretly handed to him as the two passed each other.
"Tonight you'll gather in the Ballroom." Glynda says, as Ozpin exits to backstage. He stares at the scroll. On it was a simple map of the Dead Zone, a yellow blip shines like a beacon amongst the dark background of the map. A flaming sword icon in the center of the blip.
"Can it be?" Ozpin mutters, calling up General Ironwood. The general's pale face appears on the screen.
"Ozpin, you getting the beacon as well?" Ironwood asks, going straight to the point. Ozpin nods.
"Yes James." The aged professor says. "So, what are we going to do?"
"I'll send in a platoon of knights." Ironwood says. Ozpin nods. "If an Iron Lord is still alive then we must bring them home." Ozpin frowns.
"James, you and I both saw the battlefield." Ozpin says, Ironwood sighing. "Besides, if the transponder is working correctly. All Iron Lords had transponder identification codes, only cadets didn't. I believe that this is a cadet."
"How could you be so sure Ozpin?" Ironwood asks. Ozpin thinks.
"All the cadets were so torn up James. I don't think there was an intact body there." Ozpin says. "We couldn't identify any of them, so it wouldn't be impossible for us to have miscounted." Ironwood nods. "James, if we find them, we could finally begin training new Iron Lords."
"Indeed old friend." The General says. "However, I'd have to pass on bringing him here. I'm currently in a transition period and things would be hectic for them."
"They'd be more than welcome James." Ozpin says. "I may even have someone they'd might be able to train."
"Young Miss Rose perhaps?" Ironwood asks, with a small smirk on his face. Ozpin nods.
"James, I want to be there." Ozpin says. Ironwood looks to him. "I want to be on the wall when we pull them out." Ozpin's face grows serious. "I want to know why they'd stayed behind, and how they'd survived."
"Understood." Ironwood nods, before cutting the feed.
The heart of the Dead Zone.
Green eyes stare at the transponder beacon he'd finally was able to repair and activate.
"After all these years." The male starts, running a hand through his black hair. "I can finally go home." His eyes turn towards this makeshift camp, focusing on a picture that was pinned up. In it was a group of kids no older than thirteen. The male himself was in the photo, grinning at the camera with his arms around a silver haired male and a blue haired female. "I've spent so long trying to fix this transponder. Shiro, Vivian. I promise I'll do right by you." The male makes his way over to the picture, taking it down and placing it in his pocket. Returning his gaze back to the transponder, a faint crashing is heard in the distance. "This place..." He mutters. "It changes a person." Staring at his hand, an extremely faint glow surrounds it before it quickly disappears. "Oum, I still can barely produce enough aura to activate a dust crystal." An amused grin spreads across his face. "But that's better than five years ago." Picking up the sword from his back, the ravenette places both hands on it before the blade is surrounded in flames. The crashing sound grows louder before a lone Beowulf rushes him. Ducking under its claws, the last Iron Lord spins the blade in a wide circle, cleaving the Grimm in half before the flames disintegrate the remainder of the body before it could turn into dust. Removing his left hand from the hilt, the flames extinguish as he sheaths the blade.
Once the teen makes his way back to his small camp, the transponder begins to blink, catching his attention. Grinning when the response light turns on, the teen sighs before pulling out a marker and walking to the makeshift wall of his tent, numbers littering the face of it. The teen writes one thing down, and then returns inside the temporary tent.
Day 1825
Shade Kurogane
A/N. Heyo everyone! I'm back in RWBY and starting something I think is a decent. Yes, I've taken some elements from Destiny. But that's where it ends. Welp, you have questions just ask, and I'll see y'all later.
Emerald Night out.
