Prologue: A forgotten world
In ancient times the world was covered in darkness.
Within this darkness were creatures that fed on pain, grief, and despair.
These monsters were called the Creatures of Grimm.
When humanity appeared from nothingness,
The Grimm tried to force them back to this void.
Luckily heroes arisen,
Men and Women of epic powers,
Protective auras,
Unlimited knowledge,
And powerful weapons.
With these hunters and Huntresses, as they called themselves,
Mankind was able to drive back the Grimm.
Sadly, for those who wonder, when the Grimm population lowered,
So too did that of these heroes.
As the Grimm numbers were cut down,
Man- and Faunus-kind expanded,
Kingdoms and towns appeared,
As the stories of Hunters and Huntresses vanished.
By the time the final Grimm was Slayed,
There was little that noticed the Last huntress's disappearance.
Years following the death of the last Grimm,
Segregation appeared with Faunus wanting freedom from slavery,
These cries for freedom turned to war.
During this war we see the return of the Huntresses and Hunters.
They fought on both sides of the war,
In the end it was the Faunus won,
And the Hunters and Huntresses forced Peace between Man and Faunus,
They established the White Fang before vanishing.
But unlike the last time they vanished the world was watch, causing their legends to reemerge.
Peace is not permanent for the inequality still exists.
The White Fang had turned violent only two decades ago.
By doing this they have angered the ones they thought allies.
Now we stand at the pinnacle of this war,
And something as simple as a cat falling for a little rose can tip the balance.
With the White Fang terrorizing humanity,
Blinding them to the raise of our long dead enemy.
War… War never changes
War never stops
-x-
As the train continues to move away from the separated carts I can still feel the hatred in his eyes, but I saved a bunch of innocent lives.
"He is going to hunt you down till the end of your life."
I turn raising Gambol Shroud to the women only to have it ripped from my hand by an invisible force. The woman, who now holds my Katana, is wearing loose pants with tight thigh high boots rom the knees down, and a loose hooded tunic which is replaced with tight cloth wrap from the elbow down to her left hand, the other arm is replaced by an advance cybernetics.
"Like it," she said raising the robotic hand, "created it myself. Had to replace the old one after a White Fang bomb disintegrated it."
I look down at my feet in shame.
"Thank you."
"WHAT?!" I shout shooting up to look at her
"I said 'Thank you.' I needed a test subject for this project of mine," She said with a dream like tone "I still remember my sister and girlfriends, well girlfriend and girl that is too scared to join a polyamorous relationship, freaking out over my robotic hand… Any way let's not dilly-dally any more. I have an offer for you."
She fished a letter out of her pocket "I am offering you a new life," she holds out the letter for me "Or to go out and fend for yourself," she holds outs Gambol Shroud. "It is your chose… Ms. Belladonna."
I take the letter without thought then her words hit me "How…"
"Gambol Shroud here," She twirls the blade "It was made by cat-faunas named Razum-dar Belladonna, your great-great-grandfather. I will sharpen your weapon and fine tune the gun mechanism and return it to you once I'm done… if you're ok with that I mean." She offered the blade back to me.
"Go ahead." I look down at the envelope "Who… are you?"
And just as quickly as she appeared she vanished with Gambol Shroud.
I open up the letter and it red:
Dear Ms. Blake Belladonna,
You have been accepted to attend Beacon Academy…
-x-
A/N: She's a Jedi by the way, ESO for Blake's ancestor, and don't you find 'dilly-dally' a funny word?