RWBY: Legacy of a Rainbow

(RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth and created by Mounty Oum. I own only the story, nothing else… Except maybe a few of my characters…)

(Also, the beginning takes place two years before the end of season three, so a year before the show starts. Eventually it will catch up to at least the end of the third season, perhaps a little after. Most of this will not be the main story, but parts of it will be shown.)

Prologue:

A man was walking through the forest, heading towards a destination that only he knows. This man has chin-length dark brown hair with a hint of amber to it with the sun setting behind him. His eyes were a startling yellow-blue, and where they connected there was a faint shade of green. He has a slightly worried frown as he continues walking through the forest.

He fingers his weapon, holstered at his side underneath a dark yellow jacket. One would say that is a sign of nervousness, but when looking at a hunter, that word has almost no meaning. He continues walking until he comes upon a cottage, he subconsciously straightens, and fixes his dark green shirt, sliding a hand into his pocket of his earth brown pants, he pulls out a bar of chocolate. As he is walking back towards the door, something moves in the comer of his vision.

Years of huntsmen training took over, he dove to the side, dropping the chocolate bar from his right hand, and he reaches to grab his war ax while his left goes for a crystal in his pocket. He rolls and stands up facing the direction where the movement came from, arm back ready to throw his ax.

But there was nothing there.

He was no novice, he wasn't going to let his guard down just because he couldn't see what was there. He slowly turned, searching the undergrowth for any sign of what had moved. Finally making a full circuit, he started to slowly creep forward, light on his toes so that he can move when he needs to. When he is a couple of feet from a larger than normal tree, he sees a deer step out from behind. He clenches his fist but doesn't move. The deer sniffs the air, turning those large eyes on the stranger. It was a doe, he could tell that much, could be a mother from her size. The oddity were the eyes themselves. One was all black, whereas the other was all brown, you almost couldn't tell, due to how dark the brown eye was, but he could. Years of teaching his son to pay attention to the small details made it possible.

He then glanced at the tree from where it appeared from behind. He was a bit confused, but couldn't place why yet. He looked back at the doe, it had turned around and started to skip away. The hunter, still confused, lowered his weapon and turned back towards the house. He picked up the chocolate bar from the floor and was glad that he had asked for it to be wrapped when he got it.

The hunter walked back up to the solid oak door, sighed, and then opened the door. He was greeted by the wonderful smell of roasted meat, cooked vegetables, and freshly made bread. His eyes widened slightly at that last part, that was usually only for special occasions. He walked further into the house, and shut the door, he had let enough hot air out already. He took off his dark yellow jacket, and hung it from one of the hooks, next to a couple of his other ones. He finally steps out of the entryway and into the living room.

The living room has three doorways leading to and from it. There was one leading towards the kitchen on the left, straight across from him there was another doorway that led to a hallway. And the third is what he just exited from. In the center of the room, there was a mahogany table with four light tan oak chairs. There was a dark red couch sitting across from the TV on the wall next to the hallway door. Across from the kitchen, there was a crackling fire in the stone fireplace. Which had a picture of him, his son, and his wife, who just exited the kitchen.

She is about a foot shorter than he is, standing at five foot eight, she has shoulder length blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and is wearing a knee-length white dress with a bright red apron which she is wiping her hand on. She smiled as she looked up at him.

"Hello Rouge, back already?" She asked him, going in for a hug.

He smiled, accepting the hug, "Hey Mag, of course I'm back already. Who would want to miss out on your cooking?"

Mag's smile widened a bit more. His wife then took his hand and led him to the kitchen. He glanced around, as they entered. Noting the fridge against the opposite wall, with the black-gray stove to its right with a couple of pots resting on top, the cause of the delicious smells that filled the house. In the center of the room, is an island with a marble top. Which currently has the freshly made bread resting on top. The island contained drawers which held the silverware and cooking utensils, and a few other odds and ends.

Above the stove, there were cupboards, which contained the various spices and ingredients for cooking. On the other side of the fridge, is another marble counter top which held the coffee pot, toaster, and a microwave. Above this was another cupboard, which held the mugs, plates, bowls, and other dishes.

To the right, you have the sink, with a silver steel outlining, with a small gray marble counter-top that held the strainer, filled with recently washed dishes. To the left was a small window above a small maple-brown table with two chairs of the same material. On the table was a small basket of napkins in the center, and a small vase of white roses.

Mag lets go of Rouge's hand as she walked over to the island and pulled out a bread cutter to cut the bread. Rouge walked over to the fridge and pulled out the butter and set it next to the bread. Next he walked over to the cupboard above the microwave and pulled out two plates, he then walked back over to the small table in the room and set the plates down. Opening a drawer, he pulled out some silverware and set them next to the plates on a napkin. Rouge turned around just in time to see Mag finish cutting the bread. She then, after setting the bread knife down, walked over to the stove to check the contents of where the mouthwatering smell emanated from…

"Dinner is done. Mind bringing my plate over here?"

"Sure, I can do that," Rouge replied, picking up both plates. He walked over to the stove, and she started spooning on the meat and vegetables.

"So…" Mag started.

"So?"

Mag sighed, took a deep breath and asked; "How was the sendoff?"

Rouge sighed as well, "I gave him a piece of paper for directions, as well as a couple contacts should he be interested. I think he will do fine, I just… I don't know, he wasn't always one to be, well, social…."

"I know honey, which is why I asked him to at least try to make friends…"

"And since you asked him, he most likely will try, but the question is; how hard?"

"We know he is great at strategy, has the qualities to be a great fighter, and the mental stability to make the decisions. What I am truly worried about the most is his semblance… I mean, we trained him enough to be decent in a fight, no matter the circumstances, and we tried teaching him aura-"

"We?" she interrupted.

"Okay, you. But still... You get my point."

She deflates a bit at this, "Yeah, you're right… Maybe having two parents as trained huntsmen is a bad thing…."

"No, we did a great job raising him. The only thing is, will he use what he learned from us? Or will he try to forge his own path?"

During this talk, they had both already sat down at the table with their food and drinks, as well as a slice of bread. They began to eat shortly after, thinking of the conversation that had just taken place. Rouge ate with gusto, even went back for seconds. Mag ate slowly, contemplating something, as she took a sip from her cup they heard a snap outside. They both froze, Mag with a drink in hand, and Rouge with food halfway in his mouth. They both set what they were holding down slowly. Mag then got up and slowly crept towards her room, which is where her weapon is. Rouge stood and went to stand by the door, holding his ax and a crystal. Mag retrieved her weapon and then stood by the hallway, aiming at the door. Her weapon is a dust powered crossbow that detaches to form twin kama, sickle-like blades attached to handles of wood, with a string to swing them around.

She glanced at Rouge, and he nodded, tossing her a crystal. Years of working and living together made communication needless, they understood each other. Mag caught the crystal and slid it into the chamber on the back of her crossbow, powering the string to give the bolts that energy. Rouge pulled out another crystal from his pocket and looked towards the door. Both of them breathing very quietly, Rouge glanced at Mag just long enough to see her nod, he then reached towards the door, grabbing the handle. Rouge pulled the door open, with Mag ready to release her bolt.

Nobody was there, confused, Mag still had her weapon aimed at the doorway. Rouge then realized something. That tree! He hadn't ever seen that tree before, he glanced over and saw it still there. His eyes flicked to Mag who understood, they both tossed their weapons towards each other, catching the other's weapon. As soon as Rouge's hand touched the hilt he turned and, aiming at the tree, fired a bolt. As the string released the bolt, the explosive energy from the crystal empowering it, the bolt went through the tree! Exploding somewhere behind it, destroying the illusion.

The effect was instant, soldiers were everywhere! Quickly Rouge shut the door and, after switching weapons back with his wife, readied the house for a fight. Moving the couch to the door to slow down those trying to get in, he lowered the table on its side, placed the chairs at the windows to block or at least disrupt the vision of those looking in. He went into the kitchen and grabbed some of the knives and a pistol he kept in the kitchen, hidden in the island. He ran back at the sound of someone hitting the door. He dove behind the table, aiming his pistol at the door. His wife was on her scroll, talking to someone.

"This is Mahogany from team MCRY (Mercury) calling Atlas guard, we are under attack. We need help, please send what available units you have."

There was a response from the other end, Mag then replied with their coordinates and then hung up. The banging on the door getting louder, then it stopped. Mag picked up her crossbow and aimed it at the door as well. The sound of a chainsaw starting could be heard. They looked at each other with confused faces and started to get ready for combat. Rouge then cursed, he had forgotten the rest of the ammo in his room. He looked at Mag and said;

"I forgot the rest of the ammo."

Mag glanced back at him and said; "We'll be fine, we can make our room the fallback point. Now get ready, they're almost through."

Rouge glanced at the door, sure enough, the saw was almost done. Right when it was about to finish cutting, it stopped and pulled out. A second later the door blew off its hinges as someone charged it. Rouge fired the first shot, hitting the man in the skull, stopping him dead in his tracks. He then crumpled to the floor as more charged through the door. Mag fired a shot towards the group. The explosion killed the ones in the lead and knocked the rest of them back out the door.

Rouge then started firing his pistol with deadly precision, hitting the head or throat, wherever the armor was weakest. Men fell everywhere he aimed. He stopped to reload and Mag took his place, firing through the door at a group, killing most of them. Soon Rouge was back up, firing again, but he soon ran out of ammo. He then switched to the kitchen knives, he loved the fact that his wife had gotten him professional, balanced kitchen knives for his birthday. They came in handy now, throwing them at anyone who walked through the door.

He handed Mag another crystal, due to the first having disintegrated from use. This one was a lightning crystal, and every shot, whether lethal or not, soon became deadly, as the lightning shocked all those around whoever was hit.

Soon she ran out of bolts, and Rouge ran out of knives. So they fell back towards their bedroom with Rouge throwing a crystal through the door, which exploded, coating the room in flames. Rouge shut the door and bolted it, moving their dresser and end table to block the door. Mag risked a look outside and, seeing what looked like a small army, started chuckling, gaining the attention of her husband.

"What's so funny?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The fact that they practically sent an army to take us out."

Rouge walked over and took a glance out the window, seeing it was true. He then started chuckling as well, which eventually turned into full blown laughter, which his wife joined in on.

The soldiers, having finally gotten past the flaming room, heard the laughter emanating from a door on the left. They were confused by this, then fear began to leak into their facade; Why were they laughing? That fear quickly turned to anger, and one of them took out a crystal of their own and, placing it on the door, backed away.

Rouge finally getting his breathing under control, looked at Mag with sad eyes. Mag met his gaze, the look they shared explained it all. They weren't good at goodbyes, and they weren't good at telling each other how much the other meant to them, that look did it for them. Rouge gave Mag a quick hug, then turned back towards the door. Mag went over to the closet and pulled out a teal ammo box, she quickly opened it and pocketed a few crystals and grabbed some of the bolts. She then brought the box over to Rouge who grabbed another couple crystals, one he added to his ax, powering it, and pocketed the rest. He then grabbed dust infused bullets for his pistol. He was crouched down over the box when the door exploded. Mag used her semblance and moved the debris with telekinesis. Rouge instantly loaded a clip into his gun and fired a couple rounds through the doorway.

He hit one soldier in the leg, the soldier fell to the ground where Rouge finished him off. As others began to charge through the door, Rouge and Mag kept firing round after round, bolt after bolt, until they were out.

Rouge then pulled out his war ax and charged the door himself, absorbing a crystal through his semblance, Rouge fired an energy blast towards the people coming through the door. He then set to work, hacking and slicing anywhere he found an opening. He pulled out a dagger from a sheath on his thigh and used that as well, stabbing, slashing, and just cutting down the enemy through sheer ferocity. They quickly got over their sudden hesitation of someone charging them and started attacking back. Rouge was a whirlwind of blades; blocking, slashing, and hacking his way through their opponents. Block a sword stroke, slice the owner's wrist with the dagger. Throw the dagger at another, pick up the dropped sword and continue.

He sustained numerous cuts, bruises, and scrapes, but his teammates didn't call him the berserker for nothing. He fired another energy blast but was then exhausted. The energy from the crystal ran out.

Mahogany, who had been following her husband and waiting for this to happen, instantly jumped in. Separating her crossbow, the two Kama were then twirling about in her hands, protecting her husband. They continued this way, fighting the enemy in the hallway where they could take on such a large number in two's or threes, switching out whenever the other tired.

They finally pushed back the flow of men back to their living room, only for them to split to show their leader. Or leaders...

One was a Faunas with blood-red hair with horns the color of that like the blackest of shadows. He was also wearing a tan-white mask, like most of the others around them, with red flame-like designs, which made him resemble a grim. Wearing a black jacket and pants, the black jacket having a dark red underside, he also wore a shirt under his jacket, the same color of his hair. On his left shoulder looked to be a white vine design that crept onto his back, where it formed behind a blood-red rose.

His partner was just as tall as him, with mint-green hair that hung down to just below her chin, with two strands reaching further down her back. She had chocolate colored skin and was wearing brown pants with a white trim and a green blouse that showed off her stomach. Her dark red eyes were taking in the two opponents.

The guy held up his sheathed sword, and said;

"Hello, warriors. You have killed over half my men, that is impressive." He looked them over, and added;

"Without taking much damage to your person, even more impressive. Therefore, if you surrender now, I will make your deaths quick and painless."

His partner sighed and rolled her eyes, she responded;

"You know they aren't going to surrender."

"Of course I know, but I respected them enough to still offer." He replied.

"That may be true, but you could still at least-"

She was interrupted by Rouge pulling out another crystal and absorbing it with a small flash while responding with:

"Yeah, I'm g'nna have to agree with the miss over there, we aren't going to surrender. So we suggest you pull out and leave us alone, before you regret it."

The man looked at Rouge with what appeared to be disbelief on his face, and a slight hint of amusement.

"'Pull out'? I don't think so buddy, you just killed members of the White Fang, you aren't getting out of this alive."

Rouge and Mag glanced around, sure enough, all the soldiers they killed wore a white shirt. The back covered with a red wolf's head with three red claw marks cutting diagonally behind. The symbol of the White Fang.

"Hmph, well look at that." Rouge glanced to his wife, "White Fang, you would have thought they would fight better…"

Mag smirked, nodding and prepared for what was going to happen next. Rouge turned back towards the two in charge and responded;

"Well, better get this over with, you being the leader and all, your time is important and we don't want to take too much of that time." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Wasting no more time, Rouge charged towards the group, releasing a blast of electricity, with his wife following after him swinging her kama.