Argentum Luna, 6 years old.

"Mom, why is the moon broken?"

"Hmm, let me tell you a story, Little Moon. Long ago, before the four kingdoms existed, Grimm were still a threat. Believing that the moon was the source, humanity shattered the moon."

"Did it work?"

"No one can tell. Now we just look at the moon, and hope that we can fix it."

"Mom?"

"Ye, Little Moon?"

"I'm going to fix the moon one day!"

I stood in the field surrounding me, surrounded by Grimm yet again. These escapes outside the city are starting to become dangerous. This was the sixth attack, and I'm starting to run out of dust. It was about this time when I thought "Screw this, let's go back home." I turned to Steel.

"You think it's time to call it a day?"

"Not yet! I still have-

*WHUMP*

Oh look, an ursa gave him a bear hug. That's fine, he still has some clips. These other Grimm however, was probably going to make me deplete my extra supply. Not the beowolves, but the ursa behind them. These were aged Ursa, most likely with a few trophies under their belt. With a sigh, I loaded fresh cas and charged.

-Chapter one: Nightmares-

The black and white demon continues haunting me in my sleep. The nightmare has been the same way for years, ever since my Mom died. I'd find myself in a vale after catastrophe struck. Buildings were in ruin, Grimm prowled the streets looking for survivors. An unstoppable storm swirling with bodies and debris. The shining tower of beacon was tattered, lights flashing as if a great battle is taking place.

In the eye of the storm was a monster unlike any I've ever seen before. It had the form of a dragon, with blood red wings and a form black as night. It let loose a roar of triumph, as if it had been waiting for this day. Slowly, Grimm would stumble towards it, over both living and dead bodies of the people around. He was the source. The cause of this catastrophe. Somehow, I'd find my way drawn towards him as well. I've nicknamed him Kevin.

It finally noticed me, and let loose another roar. I summoned my wings, and roared back. A duel to the death, with the odds stacked against me. And those odds would always say that the dragon wins, though I never see myself die. It always ends with me unarmed, unarmored, and without any aura left. It rushed towards me, then my dreams faded to black.

I woke up with cold water hitting my face. Nothing stung more like cold water hitting my snoring maw, and the person who used the bucket knew this.

"Morning, Nodder"

"I hate you."

Standing at the foot of my bed was a 16 year old girl with black hair, yellow eyes, and a grin plastered on her face. She was rather thin, had tan skin, and couldn't have been taller than 5 feet.

That person was Aurum "Gold" Sol. She was a morning person, and usually woke everyone up in the morning. I guess it was better than waking up after classes start with the sun shining rays of disappointment on us. She's also the blacksmith of our group, repairing our weapons in the rare times we actually use them for their intended purpose.

What's the thing we use them for, you ask? Our own four person band. She was the Bass, and I was the drummer. Ferro "Steel" Magnum was the guitarist, and Platinum "Siren" Star was the vocalist. We started it up through sheer boredom, though now we can't imagine just letting it go.

Anyways, it was time for me to cook breakfast for everybody. Most students here just got their breakfast from the cafeteria, but not us. I had a mini fridge and a double burner stove just to cook an actual breakfast, so we could eat something that wasn't retextured cardboard.

Literally as soon as I started cooking the bacon, a short guy with messy black hair and gray eyes showed up. Steel. He already had his uniform on, which did nothing but focus his slightly skinny yet muscular build.

"I put the bacon on less than ten seconds ago, it's not ready."

"But it-"

"No, it isn't safe to eat. Not even for a faunus like you."

He was the food addict of the group, but you wouldn't notice if you just look at him. No one knows where the food goes, since apparently he hasn't gained a single gram of weight from eating. My suspicion is that him being a wolf faunus gives him a more efficient metabolism. Did I mention that he's a pyrotechnician and is literally the worst chef in the group?

"But-"

"No."

And away he went. Soon after that I heard Siren singing in the shower. Even through the walls she sounded perfect. She also takes care of the instruments in the closet, though she doesn't have one of her own. Maybe that's why she stuck with a mic, I have no clue.

"Breakfast is served! Get over here before all the pancakes disappear!"

Everybody came in to eat, almost like one big happy family. We headed to class at 8:45, and arrived early. The room was filled with indistinct chatter, and I eventually drifted off to sleep.