Forewarnings
This is a working title.
I do not own RWBY or possess any legal claim to the franchise.
Additionally, I started drafting up this before the release of Volume 4 of the series, so expect differences, as I will readily incorporate new canonical points, but only if they do not conflict with my original ideas for the story.
Yes I have used ideas and images based off other fanfictions of RWBY that I have read. I have not directly copied any of these, but some have heavily inspired me, so cookies to you if you can figure out some of these.
Sensible criticism would be appreciated, but this means reasons why something is lacking, like suggesting an alternate word to describe something, rather then a simple "This sucks."
This will contain grimmdark themes (Pun intended), violence, disturbing moments, probably coarse language, and potentially later on...lemon. If you do not like these themes, try anyway as I do try to make this readable. If you still do not like the story, do not complain but read something else that appeals to you more.
And finally, if you have any suggestions for new characters or possibly even short stories for me to do, feel free to comment and suggest these ideas. Whilst I cannot promise you that I will definitely make them a named character, I will likely end up using them in some form.
And hopefully, you will enjoy the coming story.
The world of Remnant had always obeyed a strict cycle, a cycle as unchangeable as the tides, or as undeniable as the seasons.
First came the rise.
After a millenia of utter ruination, a new species would arise.
Aurus, Kha'ley, Tow'nyth, El'fidenhier, Human.
And against all odds, they would discover a way to fight back the tides of Grimm that swallowed all others.
Dust.
And where others fell, they stood firm.
Then the prosperity.
These new beings, having staved off the Grimm, allowed themselves to flourish, constructing the most wondrous of marvels, dedicated to their own superiority.
The Light gates, the Astral Spheres, the Cross Continental Transit system.
They reveled in their genious, living lives of relative luxury, forgetting the woes of the ancient foe of all life.
The Grimm.
And whilst the chosen few fought and bled, the rest could live in peace.
Then the stagnation.
These people however, could never be sated, always wanting more then before, they began to fight amongst themselves, never content.
Lying, stealing, defiling, mutilating, slaughtering.
The chosen few invariably drew back into their cities, now using their power against their own kind, to desperately try to maintain their frail grip onto their miniscule existence.
And thenthe fall.
Once again, did the true enemy having all but been forgotten, make its presence known. Endless tides of death, that had been repressed for so many years, tore their way through their cities, bringing the inevitable fate of oblivion with them. For it was only with absolute unity could the children of dust hope to fight off the true enemy, a unity that they had lost to their own greed.
Doomed to death, through their own birth.
And yet, for one incarnation of the children of the light, this was not the end.
An impossible occurrence.
The human race did not fall.
Unforeseeable...unexplainable...incredible.
For on the threshold of annihilation, they would not quietly accept their death.
They would not bow down in sorrow.
They pushed back.
A desperate alliance.
A forgiveness of grievances.
A recognition of kinship.
A new...unity.
Impossible!
To how they did this, no one could know. A higher affiliation with dust, the ability to forgive, an unperceivable craving to fight? But, with the leadership of a small clutch of living legends of forgotten fairy tales they pushed the Grimm back.
They reclaimed their cities, forged new empires, discovered new marveles, and pushed the Grimm back, further then ever before.
They slaughtered us, pushed us off land that we had inhabited for eons.
Then, they let themselves truly relax.
They had fought the Grimm to near extinction, only stopping to allow balance and...mercy.
Insulting...humiliating...disgisting!
They had pushed science to new unfathomable highs, allowing for the dustlings to venture out, beyond Remnant's skies, and deep into the lowest depths of Remnants oceans.
Further in a day, then any creature had in existence before.
The previous state of peaceful life was obtained, old hatreds and fears, abandoned in the desperate fight to exist.
And yet, not all could fit in.
Nothing is perfect.
And these people were far from perfect.
They were not suited to unity.
Forgotten secrets of a darker time.
Wild, untamable and dysfunctional souls.
Disturbed, tormented,unwanted.
Yet life moves on, heedless of those who struggle.
As they desperately try to survive.
They face many trials and horrors.
Most cannot cope with the sorrow.
And yet a few...
So very few...
May yet find peace.
Peace...surrounded by war.
War...and death.
Phew. Scene set.
Sorry for the waffle, not really meant to mean too much, it just gives a slight overview of the setting.
Not very happy with this at all, as I didn't plan enough of this prelude/introit out. I will probably come back and edit this at some point. But first I want to write a bit of the actual story.
I am considering doing some (low quality) sketches of my characters so that I could get away with using a slightly less long winded description of a character to keep momentum.
If I do, I will add a link to an image of the character.
But if I do, the image will be quite poor quality, and If anyone who can actually draw well wants to try their hand, please do.
Just please give me a link to it so I can see it as well.