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Prologue

(They said that it was a time of peace. But we were fools to believe that it would last.)

On a well, hidden cliff overlooking what remains of Beacon Academy, stood 2 people wearing black cloaks.

"I can't believe this really happened" Said the one of them, with sadness in their voice. Just standing there watching the army of Grimm march right into Vale and Beacon Academy without restraint through a pair of binoculars.

(They claimed that we would be the next generation of hunters and huntresses. That we would uphold the peace and bring hope to humanity.)

"I know. I can't really believe it happened either." Said the other, before turning to the giant dragon Grimm, frozen in place on top of beacon academy.

"Don't you think that we could have done something. That could have changed the outcome of what happened that day." Said the first one before having a flashback to what happened on the last day of the vytal festival.

(Flashback)

There were people running in fear of the Grimm that had somehow broken into Vale. The sentinels of Atlas rampaging, slaughtering people left and right.

A teenager was fighting them off, Along with a few others.

The boy was the leader of Team PIRT.

Before an Ursa knocked his Flintlocks/Cutlasses out of his hand and crushed them underpaw.

(End of Flashback)

"You're right. We could have done something. But…" said the other, pausing to take a breath, as he remembered the screams and roars.

"It was all we could do," he said, with grim expression

"I know, I know," the first one said, trying to keep it together, due to how painful it was to remember.

(Even through the toughest of situations, despair is the hardest feeling to overcome in times of strife.)

"So, wondering what that golden car engine can be and what can it do?" asked the first one, hoping to change the subject from the fall of Beacon.

"Whatever it is, or wherever it came from. I hope it can help us to save Remnant and restore peace. Because it'll take a nothing less of a miracle to help us now." Said the other, trying to keep his emotions in check as to not attract the grimm to their location.

"Well, Stalker. Let's hope that whatever it is. It can help us get Vale back on its feet." Said the first one, looking at the overcast sky, trying to find a crack in it to allow sunlight into light up this dismal world.

"I have a question?" asked Stalker, just realizing something.

"Sure, what is it?" asked the first one.

"Who's cooking dinner tonight?" asked Stalker, hoping that Serena would be cooking and not their fourth team member.

"Let me think…" said the other. "well you and I are out keeping watch on Beacon. Serena's analyzing that golden engine we found when we were helping to evacuate the people. Then that leaves…"

Stalker inhales sharply causing the other member to turn to him, a questioning look on his face "Um, Daniel. I think we should start heading back." Said Stalker, starting to get a little scared.

"Why?" ask Daniel.

"Because, Wrecker is cooking dinner tonight and unless we want another night sleeping by the toilet or trash can, I think we should start heading back." Said Stalker, bringing up a solid point.

Daniel took a breath, before saying, "Good point. Let's start heading back." As he got up and stretched.

(Sometimes the greatest hope can be found, where no one ever expects to look.)

They started heading back to the forest along the edge of Vale, as well as their base.

(End of Chapter)

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