PROLOGUE

There are always warriors fighting for their beliefs. Before the age of technology, human beings would fight off the creatures of Grimm with their own methods. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it. Whenever the hunters were finished fighting off a Grimm horde, they would celebrate with food and drinks to all. But some heroes would think of a way to fight off the next Grimm. As soon as weapons were built, huntsmen and huntresses found it easier to combat the monstrous plague that haunted their world. But sometimes, the old way works better. Let me ask you a question: what's your favorite fairy tale?

Darkness filled the storm clouds over the city of Vale. Rain poured down onto the streets. The Nimb Way Café was booked entirely for just five people, but presently, three were there and two were sitting in a round table. One was a tall man with black sunglasses and white hair. He carried a mechanical cane that rested beside him. His scroll rested on the other side of him, and on the screen, there was a broad man with a military uniform. There was also a woman with clear glasses and blonde hair on the other end of the table. She was wearing a school-teacher outfit. The only man not sitting in the table sat at a corner away from them. He had a red cape, put on a stubble on his chin. Beside him, he had a red scythe packed into a red, mechanical package.

"Where is he?" General Ironwood asked through the scroll. "He's the one who called this meeting."

"Patience, James." Professor Ozpin said. "You know how he can't risk anyone finding out about him. He's just trying to be careful."

Suddenly, a bell rang as soon as the front door opened. A man with a big hat and a heavy trench coat walked through and approached the coatrack. He removed his hat and coat revealing his gray hair, his glasses, and his white lab coat. After he hung up his coat, he sat alongside the others and greeted them.

"Thank you all for agreeing to see me."

"Milo, you're a trusted associate." Ozpin replied. "Whatever you have to say, we're willing to listen."

Milo looked at the corner table and called out to the drunk man taking a drink from a shot glass. "Qrow, aren't you going to join in on the conversation?"

"Doc, it's going to be better for all of us if I just remain here." Qrow answered. "Not to worry, though. I can hear everything perfectly."

"If you say so." Milo replied with a shrug. "Also, sorry to take time from your schedule, James."

"Dr. Lake," Glynda Goodwitch said, "I understand you have something to tell us."

"You're right." Milo replied. "It's about Plan A."

The sound of that brought silence to the room. Ozpin took a sip from his mug slowly. The silence confused Milo.

"What? Is something the matter?"

"Milo, there's something you have to know." Ironwood said in a tone that matched the voice of a father telling his son his dog died. "We're moving the plans. Plan B is now Plan A."

"What?" Milo gasped. "Why?"

"Because we've got everything set up for that plan, whereas we're not any farther to your plan than we did when we started." Ironwood replied.

"But transferring what's left of Amber's aura is unethical!" Milo argued.

"Believe me," Glynda said, "I don't like this any more than you do, but if the prophecy is true, then we're running out of time."

"Look, I get it." Milo said. "If something bad is going to happen at the Vytal Festival, then we need to do something quickly. But all we need to do is find the Season Keys."

"And we can't find even one." Qrow said. "This is all stuff we already know, so doc, why don't you tell us why you called this meeting?"

"Right." Milo said. "As you know, we need to gather up the keys to awaken you-know-who. But since I can't be out in public and you all will be busy with your day jobs, we can't just go on a search. But, I may have uncovered some special individuals. They might be able to help us uncover the keys and save the world."

"Is that so?" Ozpin asked. "You found the hunters we would need?"

"Well, they're not exactly hunters." Milo said. He reached into his coat and pulled out a manila folder with the big, bold, red letters, "SNBD", printed on the front. "I've examined not just their skills or their use for dust, but also their actions and their behaviors. I believe that even though they are not certified, they can prove to be useful."

"'SNBD'." Ozpin read. "I take it that this means you are using the traditional team-name system? So you've chosen four individuals."

"It wasn't easy, but I know they can be useful." Milo replied.

"Oz, I know he means well, but I still don't think this can be a good idea. The prophecy states that you-know-who can stop the power, not would." Ironwood argued.

"At least hear me out, first." Milo said. "Let me tell you about these guys, and I'll let you decide."

The others looked at each other sharing glares. Before long, Ozpin turned his attention back at Milo.

"Very well. Who do you have in mind?"

Milo revealed a smile before opening the file in front of him. There were written notes and a photo of a teenage boy.

"The first guy is Sidney Roberts, a sea traveler who arrived in Vale shortly before Amber's attack. And at the first town he visited, he made quite an impression."

Author's Note: I don't own most of the characters featured in this story. They belong respectfully to Rooster Teeth. I only own the OCs. This is the start of my SNBD series. I hope you all like it. I've been going over RWBY facts over and over again to get my story straight.