True Breeze
(A RWBY Fan fiction)
Chapter 1
First Fan-fic hope you like it.
Winter. The snow is falling gently on the grounds of Vale. The slight, cool breeze gives all the citizens a livelier mood. The world is at a time of peace, due to the resourcefulness of man. And at times like these, it all seems like the world is at the brightest it's ever been.
However, the brightest lights can cast the darkest of shadows, and in those shadows lie hatred, sadness, abuse, and violence. All of which were the creations of man. Forced upon themselves and others, man needed somebody to hate, somebody to look down upon, somebody to make themselves feel superior. Unfortunately, yet luckily for them, there was a race similar to humans who fit their description perfectly. They were known as Faunus.
The Faunus were a race similar to humans. They had intelligence, resourcefulness, and spoke the same language as humans. The only difference was that Faunus also shared characteristics of animals such as dogs, cats, deer, etc. This included behavioral patterns as well.
Faunus were mistreated, abused, and downright discriminated upon. Not because of inelegance or capability, but for the mere fact that they were not human.
As time progressed, these beings started to fight for their rights, and started to gain the equality that they so rightfully deserved. This was known as the Faunus civil rights movement, and was led by the organization known as the White Fang.
Hopefully due to these new strides of the Faunus race, these creatures could live in harmony with the humans of Remnant. Right now, however, some believe that Faunus are still inferior compared to humans. And in this world of love and hate, a boy looks up at the clouds hoping for a better tomorrow, and striving to get through the day.
Light bits of snow falls on his head and onto his ears, making them flicker ever so slightly. The light jacket didn't help him well in the cold weather. He needed to find some place warm, yet there was nowhere for him to go.
The boy was barely ten years old, an age too young for any child to be living on their own. With no home or place to go for help. He wanders the streets of lower Vale in search for food and water. Sometimes an occasional chef would give him something to eat at the back of a restaurant, but it was mostly swiping food nobody wanted to eat.
He stumbled into an ally way devoid of the strong winds. It wasn't warm by any means of the term, however it wasn't as harsh as it was on the streets. He continued to walk in the corridors of buildings, looking for a place to rest. His daily search of sustenance failed miserably, so the least he could do was find a place to rest.
As he continued walking, the boy started to hear voices drawing closer. Almost as if they were following him. The cat Faunus stopped dead in his tracks. The sound of footsteps were getting closer and faster. Suddenly the boy came upon a realization, and turned around to see if it was true.
He left footprints in the snow while he was walking.
Not but moments later, three men walked around the corner, two bare, and the third weld a blunt object.
Oh no.
"Hey there little kitty. How ya doin?" the first one spoke. His voice as cold as the snow around them.
The other two walked around the boy, starting to surround him.
"You know little runts like you shouldn't be walking around these parts. As a matter of fact-"He paused. The one with the weapon grabbed his arm and threw the boy to the ground.
"Little beasts like you shouldn't be walking at all! James, make sure he doesn't walk. Ever."
The one named James held the weapon to the boy's legs, ready to fracture bone.
"Wait! Stop!" the boy cried. The third finally spoke.
"Calm down, this won't hurt a bit. It's gonna hurt a lot."
The Man with the weapon swiftly rose the object and threw it down with great force, only for it to be stopped by a sheathed sword.
"What the-"the man with the weapon grunted before being knocked into a wall with a hard kick. The remaining two looked at the sight on horror, yet only one had the courage to turn back and charge the poised man in black. Or in this case, stupidity.
He was immediately stopped by the sheathed blade knocking into his abdomen, followed by a twirl of the stick to knock his face sideways. The brawler then drop-kicked the thug into the ground. Leaving him beaten. Finally the man unsheathes his blade to point it directly at the third fool's face.
"Run." The fighter said. Allowing the man to flee in terror.
And so he did. The third ran screaming with his tail between his legs. The hero then directed his attention to the boy, whose jaw has practically hit the floor and beyond. The man reaches out his hand to help the young one, giving him a faint smile.
"Need help?"
I take constructive criticism. Hope you enjoyed. ^_^