AN: Once again, a new story has been posted. Inspired by the story 'America in Remnant' and a suggestion from Shadow Marshal. I bring you A Founding Father in Remnant. But I'll do remind and warn you that the MC will be a little OOC.
Other than that, I hope you will like the story.
"Dialogues"
'Thoughts'
-SFX-
WARNING: This story has an MIGHT contain a lot of wrong spelling, mistyping, grammatical errors, complicated explanations, lazy typing, fighting, violence, violent-mouthing, verbal abuse, sexual themes, maybe gore and other possible mature content.
SUMMARY: Grimm, the enemy of all life, one said that they are only true enemy. But inside the kingdoms, Discrimination, Racism and Inequality we're existing. A father of a nation went to that world, born with a democratic mind and whose soul dedicated to liberty and freedom thinks otherwise. He will not stand these kingdoms systems and its works for he will become a founding of a nation.
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Chapter 1: Ascension to the New World
"? POV"
If this is the path my god has prepared and given for me, then I will gladly accept it. I have done my deeds and purpose to this world and to my nation, being a father to a nation built in liberty and freedom for our fore-sons and daughters to enjoy in peace with slavery into the void.
I regret nothing for I was satisfied with the results.
The last moment and feeling I could ever remember that I felt was a hot and searing metal piercing through my skull giving me a quick evidence that I am assassinated and leaving me in a lifeless state.
Though I confess that it is weird being dead, in truth that I may have met life-risk events but I never met death so I am quiet sure that I am considered inexperienced of being dead. I could barely feel anything, not even the atmosphere surrounding me, as if I am never here in the first place.
Then came the pain.
A pain that was almost agonizing to be felt in one's life, but that event surprised me, the fact that I felt pain. I could already feel myself slowly returning back to reality. I could distinctively feel myself laying flat in a grassy yet rough ground floor, and the rays of sunlight begging to enter my vision.
I was still numb and I barely had my strength back but I could feel my body living and limbs still active. My senses we're still there despite my belief that I am already dead but with that fact in my mind, I'm starting to think otherwise.
It was then strength came back as I sat up to where I was as I clutched my head thanks to the pain I felt a moment ago with eyes still shut. Slowly I did open my eyes as light and an unfamiliar sight met my view as my also senses caught the smell of trees, grass, plants and dirt. Which I concluded that I am in a forest, an unfamiliar forest.
Unlike any other forest in the nation, this one held a dark atmosphere, as if a place no human should be in. The forest may have attained its normal appearance of being nothing but a forest but I could feel a mental miasma surrounding me like I am being hunted.
A minute later of observation and rest, I moved my body and succeeded to stand up. Oddly, my strength and senses was still strong, my throat wasn't dry and my eyesight was clear without the help of glasses. I looked down to myself and noted that I am wearing the attire I have been using in my early days as an adult, a long brown leather coat and my hat. Then when I turned to what was in front of me, I am surprised to see my customized silver-steeled Axe and I quickly picked it up. I took the moment to observe it since last time I checked, this weapon was destroyed by my great enemy. To my pleasure, the steel wasn't dull, the bayonet still attached and a single ball is loaded in the barrel.
But another thing surprised me, my beard was gone. I realized now why my eyesight was clear enough without the help of glasses and why was my, I was in the body of my late teenage days,
Satisfied, I kept my axe inside my coat and turned to my surroundings.
"Where am I?"
Was the words that I first processed to say, I knew I wasn't in America, why I know? The forest I am currently in is too odd and unrecognizable, and it was too much quiet, no signs of local animals or chirping birds can be heard at all. It seems that I have been either dumped into a foreign forest by my assailants but that would break the fact why am I in my younger version of myself so that means I woke from the dead into a middle of a forest, rebirth.
But then I felt someone or something gazing in hunter's eye towards me. I quickly turned to my back and saw a black figure hiding in between the trees. The figure had the shape of a werewolf but it was standing instead and little taller, what was also unraveling was that its face were covered in white tiles and its eyes were glowing deep red.
I could not make out the details but I am certain this may be a possible threat to my well-being. Judging from the figures movement, it is making little movements so it is most likely waiting for chance to pounce at me.
I could only narrow my eyes at the creature in front of me, I could even swear that I am hearing growled and claws scratching the ground. I lightly moved right arm to my coat trying to reach for my weapon.
-GROWL!-
Then came the predictable, the creature came pouncing at my direction. With quick reflexes and reaction, I took out my axe and swung vertically upwards in retaliation cutting deeply into the creatures chest as I then quickly drove and throw the creature into the direction it was heading.
I seem a bit surprised at the creature, I stared wide-eyed at the ferocious alien creature before me. The creature's body was covered in pitch high black fur with spikes sprouted out of its back shoulders. The skull in its face had red lines running over it. Its height was two times my current and could easily tower me.
The monster could only twitch its body and growl as my simple attack made it lying on the ground. Surprisingly, my weapon easily penetrated the thickness of its skin despite being that very furry and its movements were too predictable that a Vampire could easily anticipate.
But when I thought the area was cleared, another came out of the shadows but this time, it was a pack of this werewolves. My instinct would have told me to run yet I stood my ground readying for combat as I brought out the bayonet of my axe, this might be a walk in the park, I have faced harder threats than this, with the exception of paper works.
Minutes of fighting made me frail and weak as I panted heavily for air, I manage to kill about 24 of this creatures but it seems there is no end to their packs. Luckily, I had no injuries but my arms were a little limp with all the swinging and swiping with this heavy blunt weapon.
Another pounced at me but as I was about again repeat the same move and come contact with the creature before me, it never happened. Instead, came the thunderous noise as a purple miniature lightning strokes the creature throwing back to its pack. I turned to see a woman with blonde hair and emerald green eyes which she also wore glasses in front of. A skirt foreign or alien to my view but appropriate enough for me for a woman her age, a white shirt, some kind of sleeve boots and a purple cape flying with the forest's breeze.
'Sorcery?' I questioned mentally as I noticed that her right arm was a thick black wand reaching out to my enemies. I have never been awed as she again flicked her wrist and came the barrage purple light heading towards the creatures like a projectile.
Quickly brushing off my trance, I returned my attention to the creatures beyond, a handful of them were now dead or rather fading out of existence thanks to the possible ally behind me. All I had to do now was keep them off from the woman until they're all dead or dispersed.
More minutes later, the fighting finally ended with a decisive victory, our favor. I kneeled in exhaustion and breathed heavily, I may have received a brutal training from a friend, but never have I been this so tired just from fighting tall and second-rate werewolf-looking creatures.
"I'm glad could make it time. Are you okay?" The feminine voice came from the woman who aided me against the creatures. I couldn't help but give a small smile of thank towards her.
"Whoever you are miss? It seems I owe you a favor" I said wit sincerity in my voice, she seem to also return the gesture and replied.
"My name is Glynda Goodwitch, I'm just doing my purpose" Greeted the now known Glynda Goodwitch.
"I'm Abraham Lincoln, pleasure to have your acquaintance. Miss Goodwitch" I introduced myself.
"That was rather an interesting performance Mr. Lincoln"
"Thanks for the compliment but it seems we are in a hostile area, I suggest we relocate"
"Indeed, I'm a professor of Beacon Academy, I could walk with you until we reach a safer place"
"Please do, I am kind of lost"
With that she helped me up and we started walking south. It's been quiet so it was a good time for a conversation, she then asked.
"So Mr. Lincoln, care to explain how or why you are in a Grimm infested forest"
"Grimm? Is that what you call those creatures?"
"Yes, are you not aware with such common knowledge?"
"I'm afraid not Ms. Goodwitch , you can say I am not around this place. To also answer your question, all I could remember is getting shot in the head before I woke in the middle of this forest" I stated with a blunt tone. She raised her eyebrows at my words.
"You we're shot? But that destroys the fact why you are here" She said surprised.
"I know, it's either I am granted a new life or reborn to a new world and by god, I shall accept it"
"You seem to trust me for someone you just met"
"I'm a father and a hunter, I can tell whom I can trust or whom someone I cannot. Besides, what's the point of you aiding me in that battle if I questioned trust?"
"And I assume you have very much questions running in your mind now"
"True, but we with our current state, such thing won't be comfortable to be done"
"I see, very well, once I get you to a safer location. All your questions will try to be answered once we reach Beacon"
I could only nod at her words as we continued our travel to this Beacon Academy. Strangely, I feel myself excited a bit, if it is true that I am born to a another world. Perhaps I could carry my knowledge and skills from that old world I was once from.
First step is to get settled, like every other settler would do.
[END]
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AN: There goes the first chapter, next up is meeting Ozpin and the world as well as Abraham's view and reaction to this devastated world, not only to the Grimm but also inside the kingdoms.
Also I need help from you readers, I don't know if this story will be a serious or just for fun story but I need your suggestions on how will Abraham proceed and spend his time in Remnant. Originally, I wanted him to become founding father of a nation in Remnant which will be similar to America but a friend of mine wanted him to be a combat instructor in Beacon. So that's where you all come in.
Please vote in the review section if I should make him a half-father half-huntsman or pure huntsman. Also add in, if you have any suggestion on how I approach further into the story.
Anyways, thank you for reading, and Great thanks to HeavyJ15 and Shadow Marshal for suggesting an idea.
Also please do visit HeavyJ15's story 'America in Remnant' for it is the mother of this story.