Jack Winter wandered around Daggerhorn Village.

He had been born and raised in the village, and was one of it's best hunters. So good, in fact, that he had just been sent a message to join a school for training Hunters and Huntresses, people who fought back dark forces known as the Grimm.

Jack decided he walked to around one last time, before saying good bye to the village. "Are you sure you're ok? Do you have all of your things? Are you too cold?"
Jack took a suitcase and sighed. "Mom, I'm fine. It's not going to be too long away from you. I'll come back every now and then, alright?"
He entered a limo that was waiting for him, guarded by two men in suits. Upon entering, he saw an elderly man, wearing a brown suit and a cane. "Hello, Jack. My name is Professor Closkey, and I am the principal of the Academy you are about to attend. I invited you because even inside of this remote town, reports of your bravery and your need to help people have reached me."

He looked down at his cane. "We need more people like you. Beacon is a shadow of what it was once. People view upon us more of a threat, rather than a school. Training youngsters to fight does sound suspicious, but it's to fight Grimm! It isn't exactly our fault they decided to be rotten." Closkey was explaining everything that tarnished the reputation of Beacon as Jack listened. He wasn't going to slip up, or be goofy. He was getting out of the small village, off to see an actual known school.

After about 2 hours of driving, they arrived at an airship landing pad, where a plane was there to pick them up. "Wow." That was all Jack could say.
He held his white hair in place as the air from the ship was nearly enough to blow him off, and boarded. The ship then rose up to join another airship; this one only gigantic in size. Jack then boarded the giant one, the last words from Closkey being; "Remember, don't tarnish the reputation of this school. It's fragile as it is,
and we don't want anyone dealing the final blow to it."
He walked around the ship, being marvelling at the sights and the people. People here were carrying extremely complex looking weapons,
and some were wielding average, untwinked weapons that seemed like you could buy from a store. Jack's own weapon was known as the Frostbite. It was a "Blue Steel" sword. Blue Steel is a metal found naturally occuring in ice, just as strong as materials used in forging spaceships and battleships. The entire blade seemed to be giving off a misty aura, like a freezer. The holster for it was made from Grimm bones, tough enough to block missiles. The hidden feature of the weapon was it's ability to split in half, forming a fast, dual longsword style of fighting, and having hidden Railguns in each blade once they split, that could either "supercharge"the weapon with electricity or simply rip an armored tank to pieces.

As Jack as walking around the airship, he bumped into another person, knocking off the person's glasses.
"Oh, sorry! Sorry sorry sorry sorry..." "No, it's fine." Jack was expecting to see the face of a thug, but instead saw a kind face, calmly picking up his glasses. "So, who are you? I didn't remember seeing you around." Jack was wearing a black Eskimo jacket with him, with a brown shirt underneath, and some black pants made from Grimm skin. But no one had to know that. "Uh, yeah. I just got here. I'm from a village called Daggerhorn. Heard of it?" Ozpin sighed.
"Unfortunately, no. My goal is to find out everything about the beginnings of...Well, everything. That's why I'm here. I'm here to gain knowledge and use it to my full advantage. The name is Ozpin."
Jack shook his hand. "Jack." The ship landed right after that. "Well, Jack. Welcome to the academy of Beacon."

As the duo were walking out, Ozpin was pushed by a redhead, yelling "NERD!" As he passed by. Jack helped Ozpin to his feet.
"You okay?" Ozpin got up and pushed his hand away, cleaning up his green suit. "Fine, fine. That man is named Roman Torchwick. He attended the same school as me beforehand, and has been like this for a while. I just hope he can learn to control himself these next few years." Jack got to thinking. Roman Torchwick?
Now I'm tempted to light him on fire. Jack snapped out of it. He had dark thoughts like that every now and then, because of a secret that he normally kept from people. He was an Archangel.

Author's Notes:
This is the story of Jack Winter, and eventually, Veronica Winter.
You could say this is a prologue to Archangel. Also, JESUS CHRIST.
WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE SHORT FIRST CHAPTERS.