This chapter takes place just after the red trailer. Ruby has just finished killing off a pack of beowolves when she notices something imbedded in the head of one of her victims. When she goes to see what it is, she meets it's owner who appears to know nothing about the world. In other words, it's a massive informational onslaught for the OC.

Also a quick note from the author. This chapter was an absolute chore for me. It's primarily dialogue and I couldn't quite get Ruby's personality right and in my opinion it just doesn't flow very well. Not even kidding I was honestly debating if it had to be present in the story at all but I honestly think I just had to put it in. You could honestly probably skip it if it gets unbearable. Much like the actual series it will get better as it progresses, I promise, so anyone who actually keeps reading thanks. please review. Hopefully I can get some feedback before I finish chapter 3 because I feel like I done goofed on a few things.

Chapter 1

Introductions

As I walk through the snow covered battlefield that is now filled with the bodies of dead beowolves, I find it hard to look away from the grim as they disintegrate. It's an oddly… well satisfying thing to watch. Not sure if that's the right word to describe the feeling but it is something that is hard to look away from as creepy as that may sound. This actually turned out to be a fairly eventful trip for me. It's actually a first. I mean, this isn't the first time I've had the pleasure of killing grim, but a whole pack of beowolves! The rush is simply indescribable. Before I leave the clearing I notice that among the corpses there is something lodged in one of them. I use my speed to run and get a closer look at it. I pulled it out of the beowulf's head. It's a throwing knife, why is there a throwing knife? I don't use knives.

"Where did this…" I started

" I'm gonna want that back." said some unknown voice behind me. Startled, I swung my scythe as I turned around only for it to be brought to an abrupt stop at the tip of a tall man's sword. He wore some kind of dark green plated armor with a unique design that wasn't like anything I have ever seen before. His helmet is the same color as the rest but it has what looks like a white mask with several spikes of varying sizes that went from front to back. It also had two circular windows made of a gold tinted glass for the eyes. "Whoa! Not the reaction I was hoping for."

"Oh, sorry!" I said in a somewhat panicked voice as I realize I just assaulted a man. " Are you okay?"

"Relax no harm done," he replied. " Now, would you mind giving me my knife back." He then held out his right hand.

" Oh, ah, right." I say as I give him his knife back. " Are you okay, I didn't mean to attack you, you just… snuck up on me."

" Look it's fine just forget about it. It's probably my fault for for trying to sneak up on you for the sake of a dramatic entrance. Now, do you think you could point me towards the nearest town because I have no clue where I am right now."

" That would be my home town, Patch. I could take you there if you want."

"Well if you're headed there anyway, then sure why not." He replied as he finally sheathed his sword.

We started walking in silence, which made me kinda nervous. I wasn't really sure how to talk to this guy. He seemed nice enough but between the fact that I attacked him, he was lost out in the forest fully armored, and skilled enough to stop Cresent Rose on the TIP of his blade (I'm still trying to figure that one out), I had no idea how to I should start a conversation.

"So uh, you come here often?"He said. Finally breaking the awkward silence. I snickered a little bit because it was a really generic line that just sounded more awkward than the silence. "Oh give me a break, you clearly didn't know what to say either."

" I'm sorry, that was just really bad," I reply with laughter still somewhat apparent in my voice.

"And what would you have gone with, just walking in silence until Jason stabs us."

" Who's Jason?"

"Damn it. One day I'll make a reference everyone will understand. Just forget about it and answer the original question."

"I was honestly wondering that myself when you aid that so I don't know."

"What? No. I meant do you come here often. Though I'd like to change it to why were you here this place seems pretty far out of the way from pretty much everything."

"I was visiting my mom. She died a few years ago and her grave is back that way."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry for you loss."

"Thanks"

"You, ah… You want to change topics now."

" Yeah, sure."

"Okay then, Umm. That was an impressive show you put on back there. Where did you learn how to do that?"

" My uncle Crow taught me. He's a teacher at Signal Academy,"

" Really. And what does this apparently badass uncle of yours teach?"

"Just general combat."

"Wait a minute, are you telling me that there are schools with classes that teach 14 year olds how to wield weapons twice their size?"

" Well when you say it like that it sounds irresponsible but yeah. We even design our own weapons."

" Well then, I know where I'm applying for my next job."

"While I'm thinking about it, What kind of sword is that. I've never seen anything like that."

"It's a custom made knecht kriegsmesser. And no, I have no idea if that's how it's pronounced." He explains as he draws his sword. He put it between his thumb and pointer fingers wiped off some kind of greenish fluid I didn't even want to ask about, then he tossed the hilt upwards and caught it by the back of the blade. Then shifted the hilt over to me. "Here, you want to hold it?" He asked.

"Sure." I answered asa grabbed the wooden hilt. When he let go of the blade, I found out that it was a lot lighter than its size would suggest. It seemed at least a foot longer than most one handed swords I've seen. If I had to guess I'd say the whole sword was around 45 inches and the blade alone was probably a good 38 inches. The blade was sharp, well balanced, and in pretty good condition other than being in need of cleaning and maybe polishing. No chips, few scratches, no rust, or anything else that would suggest the sword was even used. Though judging from the fact he had to clean it before handing it to me, I'm guessing that it's been used plenty.

"You see, it's about seven inches longer than the typical model," he went on. "making roughly as long as a rapier. But since its outer layer is titanium, there isn't much of a weight difference. It's core is made out out of perfectly quenched martensite. I'm actually not sure if that's considered differentially hardened or not but either way it's a nice sword."

" It's not, In order for it to be differentially hardened it has to be the same type of metal and cooled at different rates in different areas so that the quenching process achieves different levels of hardness."

" You seem oddly educated in the subject. Are you like a lot older than you look, or maybe some kind of super genius."

" No nothing like that. I'm just kinda a nerd when it comes to weapons."

"I can imagine. Somehow that scythe looks like it would be really hard to engineer."

"So why did you decide to have two different metals? Titanium is lighter and stronger and I would think it would be pretty hard to keep the two completely separate in the forging process. So why not make it all titanium. Actually how did you even keep them completely separate when making a sword?"

" I didn't, it was someone else's job to figure that out but if you're that curious you could probably look it up. And I requested it for a few reasons. Primarily because having weight to it gives it more momentum and therefore more cutting power. Also, it makes it more likely to chip instead of break."

"How so?"

"Have you ever seen a broken window? When the glass breaks in one spot, the cracks travel through the window till it reaches the frame. Similarly, if the blade chips, the crack will travel through the titanium but stop at the steel."

" Okay that makes sense, you want to see mine?"

" Nah, I already know plenty about it. It's a large, transforming scythe with a one sided blade on the inside. It's also a high impact sniper rifle that seems capable of firing regardless of the weapon's form. If I had to guess I'd say it's a 40 caliber."

" How did you figure that out."

"The sound. I may not use guns but It's hard not to know a thing or two about them when you are in the military. Although, I'm actually pretty curious as to how you managed to run that fast towards the end of that battle."

"My semblance is speed."

" And the informational onslaught continues."

"Ahh, what."

" What's a semblance?"

"Well why didn't you say so?"

He replied after releasing a long, frustrated sigh."Please, just answer the question."

"It's a power that everyone get's after their aura is unlocked, it's different for every person."

"Aura?"

" It's basicly a energy shield that comes from a person's soul and powers their semblance."

"Something tells me that's about as much sense as you're going to make."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, what you just described is basically magic."

"It's not magic it's… well… huh. What is aura."

" Yeah, that's what I thought. So now that I've picked your brain, anything you want to ask me?"

"Well now that you mention it, I guess I'm a little curious about what you were doing out in the woods. And also the whole 'where are you from' thing I asked earlier."

" Well the specifics to both questions are probably considered classified, but I can probably tell you that I was on a mission for admiral Hood, everything finally seemed like it was going well, one thing led to another, and the next thing I knew I was alone in the woods watching some 14 year old girl kill a pack of, what were those things?"

"The grim I killed? Pretty sure they were beowolves."

"Grim?"

"How do you not know about grim. Hey are literally the greatest threat to mankind."

"Just answer the goddamn question."

"Okay then. I'd think the guy who hasn't given me a straight answer would have a little more patience but whatever."

"Well I could tell you buuuut…"

"What. you'd have to kill me?"

"Immediately and without hesitation."

"Well okay then."

"So, the grim."

"Oh well, they're basically, a bunch different types of soulless creatures whose only purpose in life seems to be the extinction of the human race. Oh look, we're here." I said as my family's home came into view. It was actually still about two hundred yards away still so that statement may have been a bit premature. We had just come out of the woods onto the path that leads to my front door.

"So where's the rest of the village." He asked.

"Oh right, if you head that way on this road," I pointed in the direction away from my house. " You should be at patch within ten minutes."

" Well thanks for getting me this far, uh, you."

"Oh yeah I guess I never did introduce myself. I'm Ruby."

" I'm Aeden."

" Wow, I didn't think there was anyone in the military who used swords. Unless you're a huntsman from Atlas."

"Well I'm a unique case. I wasn't officially labeled as special forces yet I handled a lot of special operations."

" Oh, well, why weren't you officially part of the special forces?"

"It's a long story. Besides, shouldn't you be getting home?"

End of Chapter 1

If anyone actually succeeded at powering through the first chapter Congratulations, you get a cookie. Any criticism is welcome in the comments so long as it includes a way to fix said criticisms. I will have the next chapter up soon, I am open to suggestions.

One thing in particular I'm going back and forth on is pulling a Bram Stoker. For those of you who have never read the original dracula book, that means you'd only get to see the main, or in this case new, character the point of view of other characters throughout the story. Opinions? I will hold off on posting chapter three until I get an ample amount of feedback on that.

And final thing I wanted to say, chapters 1 and 2, aren't even final. They're kinda my trial run since this is my first fanfic so if I find that they need extensive editing I will do that.