Long ago, in the days that the dark still fought strong against the light, there was a point where it seemed that the light of humans might be extinguished. Even with their bravery, valor, and will to fight for the lives they loved, the humans were weak against the monsters that the darkness conjured. It seemed that not even Dust, their mightiest weapon, could turn the war around from this point. Humanity, it seemed, would be erased from the world, and the light would be extinguished. Forever.
However, on their darkest day, when all people could do nothing but fall to their knees and pray for a spark to light the way to victory, She appeared.
A lone girl, no more than sixteen years of age, with no one knowing who she was or from whence she came, entered the rooms of the king and walked past the people. Dressed in the armor of a man, but with her beautiful face clear for all to see, she walked up to the king and fell on one knee. With head bowed, she addressed him:
"My good and gentle ruler, I have come to you under a divine guide. I have received a message, from the King who rules all kings. He has proclaimed that your armies shall stand strong and push back the darkness, and save His people from destruction. I beg of you, my good sire, grant me 100 men and as many horses, and I shall drive back the creatures who threaten to extinguish our light."
The king, desperate to find a way to grant his people hope, gave the girl what she wanted, and ordered his troops to follow her as their commander. With a mighty blade grasped in one hand, and a shield emblazoned with a duo of crescent moons, she led the way, and forged herself and her troops through the darkness.
Soft, muted sunlight began to drift into the bedroom, slipping just past the heavy curtains over the windows. Under his sheets, a sleeping blond stirred, and slowly sat up in bed. He yawned loudly, stretching his arms up over his head. He had slept like a rock last night, he hardly remembered his dream about...whatever it was he had been dreaming about. Blue eyes blinked slowly, and he scratched his head with his right hand. The morning was peaceful and quiet, and he felt relaxed.
That is, until he glanced at the clock on his bedside table.
"I SLEPT IN!"
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The time after Jaune had woken up were spent in a flurry of activity up until he left his house. Luckily his bags had been packed the night before, or he wouldn't have gotten out of the house just in the nick of time. His mother and father had been awoken by his stumbling around the house, were just there to kiss and hug him out the door, as they knew their son wanted to make his way to his school all on his own.
"Goodbye, mon petit Jaune," his mother smiled as she kissed him on the forehead. "I hope you have a good time in your boarding school."
"Of course he will, Marie, don't be ridiculous. You're going to have a wonderful time at Roscuro, aren't you?" Jaune almost paused, but caught himself.
"Sure will, dad," he smiled, almost a bit too much. He still hadn't revealed to his parents that he had been 'accepted' into Beacon Academy for Hunstmen and Huntresses, and would not be attending Roscuro Academy for the Artistically Gifted as they had planned. He didn't care what they had said when he was a child, he had the blood of warriors in him! And, hey, Beacon was a combat school, so who cared if he didn't know how to fight? He would just learn there, right? His father, unaware of their son's differing ideas, smiled warmly and clapped him on the shoulder.
"That's my boy." He glanced off to Jaune's mother, and leaned in to whisper confidentially. "Now, you remember what I told you about winning girls, right?" The blond chuckled and nodded.
"I know, I know. Confidence." His father grinned again, and pulled his son in for a warm hug, which Marie quickly joined in on.
"You're going to do us proud, Jaune, I know you will. Just do your best, and remember, we love you no matter what."
"I know, mom... thanks." He kissed his parents goodbye again, and ran out the door towards the waiting taxi, waving over his shoulder. "I'm gonna make you guys proud! I promise!" he shouted, waving.
Just not in the way you think I will.