AN: Inspired by famous writters of this fanthom, such as Super Saiyan Cindaquil, Zatroopa, Coeur Al'Aran, You are right . . . NOT, rgm0005, destinyTail0, and many others, I decided to try my hand on this. This first chapter may be confusing, but the things in it will be part of the central plot.

Resume: RWBY AU. Not all the Faunus are victims of abuse and discrimination or part of an extremist terrorist group. Not all the humans are saviors or monsters. And the Grimm is not the only threat to humanity.

For one Jaune Arc, a fugitive of his past, and victim of his demons, staying alive will be his main priority and the road that will guide to fulfill his destiny. The line between good and evil was never so bleak.

Warnings: Pairings undecided as of yet. I have two options at the moment, and depend what I choose this story will progress in certain directions. The character listed above are just there as the main cast of plot. This is extremely AU and hopefully will be original enough to your liking.

Note: This chapter is unbetaed. (If you want to offer, PM me.)

Disclaimer: RWBY is owned by Monty Oum and Roosterteeth

Knight of the End

Arc 1: Omen

Chapter 01: Passages

"Contrary to what we may think, we are not the protagonist of our own story. Actually, our own story started way before our own births. We are part of a hold, small pieces to the true flow of history. If we have all the pieces, we gain deep understand of our present and can be able to trace accurate projections to our future. Sadly, some pieces tend to be lost through the endless stream of time, and more often than not, these lost pieces are part of the key needed to unveil the mysteries of our world."

By Bartholomew Oobleck, part of the introduction to his thesis "History of the Four Kingdoms" (Vale Public Archive).

[18 years before the Present]

The pounding rain's noise that had been falling during the last 3 hours without mercy was muffled by the thick concrete walls of the Athena's Central Hospital. A young man, in military attire covered in mud and a rather impressive collection of various steins. In his hands, a newborn baby, wrapped in a soft mantle, that was quietly sleeping. Next to then, a black haired woman laid in a hospital bed. Her peaceful visage, her closed eyes and her unnoticeable breathing were the tail tales of the eternal slumber that awaits to all. And the uniformed man? He was watching the little creature in his arms while trying to ignore the storm that was out there. The ones that were not covering the earth with water but with blood.

"Sir. I brought the nurse as asked, Sir." Said a young woman clothed in a uniform not unlike the one that the man was wearing. Next to her, a nervous looking nurse with red shot eyes, and a tired smile, moved immediately next to man and extended her arms while looking at the woman in the bed.

"Is she…?" asked the nurse.

"Yeas. Since a minute or so ago." Responded the man, interrupting her while passing the little baby to the nurse, before directing his gaze to the the woman in uniform. "Report, Lt. Domino!"

"Central contacted us about the situation in South Vale. I'm sorry sir, but General Tzu has fallen to the horde of Grimm while giving time to Headmaster Ozpin and the Beacon Squad to arrive and protect the rescue party and the victims. As of now, you are in charge of the Atlas Kingdom, General Ironwood." Said Lt. Domino with a stony face.

James Ironwood, newly appointed General and Chief Supreme of Atlas, knew that the soldier in front of her was summoning every bit of training installed into her just to not crumble under pressure. He, himself, was doing the same thing.

"Inform Central that we will start TRIDENT to help Vale in their time of need ASAP. I will join them in shortly." And with that, the soldier wasn't fast enough to inform her superiors about the new initiative. The General them turned to the nurse who was shocked in her place with the sleeping baby in her arms. "Your superiors will be informed about the situation. Don't tell anybody about what you just heard until your supervisor says otherwise. And be prepared. A lot of people in need of treatment will come here."

"Understood, General. Sir, about the baby..."

"Oh yes. The woman, I don't know her name. But she is one of the refugees of Mt. Glenn, which is now under full siege by the Grimm. Her last words were her daughter's name." And with that, the man started to walk away, steeling himself for the things to come. "The baby's name is Cinder Fall."

With those parting words, General James Ironwood went his way to lead one of Atlas largest force in the aid of the people of Vale, who were at the brink of losing one it's cities, Mt. Glenn, to humanity's nemesis.

[12 years before the Present]

Tremors. The earth had been trembling during the last half of an hour or so. Or maybe was the building itself that was shaking under the continued onslaught of bombs and explosions that had been raining upon it. If examined closely, one could feel the cracks already forming in the building defenses. But none of that mattered to the two men staring at each other. One with unveiled amusement, the other with worried exasperation.

"You should get out of here, Boss, or they may catch you." Said the former, clad in a white long lab coat with high collar. His eyes hidden by a pair of obscured goggles and his hands clad in dark metallic gauntlets.

"I just want to know if it is ready." Said the latter, a gray haired man in a white business suit.

"It is not ready. But here is prototype and my notes. It will be enough to be synthesized by your tech in any decent lab." Said the scientist passing a gray metallic tube to the business man and a leathered handbook with sticky notes all over it. "Now, be on your way. The Lost Children had been rescue from our facilities. Port and Hook are guiding Ironwood's forces to our location as we speak. And don't worry, Weser already escaped with all the evidence connecting Hamelin with us."

"Come with me. Frost will protect us both."

"We both know that is not true, Mr. Schnee. Jack Frost is many things, but he will only protect you under these… dire circumstances. Besides, there are things that I need to supervise until the bitter end here." said the Scientist calmly, while sitting down on his desk and typing some things in his scroll.

"I… I will do all in my power and that of the SDC to get back to you as soon as possible." Affirmed Eiskalt Schnee, before walking away, not without hearing the scientist parting words.

"That you do, Mr. Schnee. That you do." Now alone, the man of science pressed another button next to him. At his back, a wall moved aside revealing a big crystal tank with a six year old child inside it, floating in a translucent purplish liquid. The kid had what looked like blond hair and was of pale skin. Over all his naked body, black marks that glowed turned off and on slowly while moving one the skin like they were alive.

The scientist walk to the tube and put one his gauntlet cladded hands over the crystal, like trying to stroke tenderly the sleeping boy.

"It seems that soon you will be able to reunite with your family, little Jaune. I wonder..."

But his musings were cut short by the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. When he turned to see behind him, dozens of weapons were staring back while soldiers were glaring at him with disgust and open hate behind the weapons. One of the soldier, the leader by the looks of it, stepped forward, gun at hand ready to blow his head if needed.

"Ara, ara… It seems that little Peter and Tite guided you here, officer. Where are the rascals so I can lecture them about bringing guest unannounced?" Asked the scientist with his calmed amusement.

It seems that his words were the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Shut the fuck off, you madman. Guille de Rais, for your crimes against humanity, and by the power of the realm, you are under arrest." Said the leader, while the soldiers moved forward to apprehend the accused scientist.

The man not even move. His amusement only pronounced by the slasher grin on his face and the obscure goggles that covered his laughing eyes.

[10 years before the Present]

"Johan, I had them again." Said Joan D'Arc to her husband, after waking both of them with her cries caused by nightmares.

"The same ones?" Asked the Arc patriarch, already knowing the answer. His suspicions were confirmed by Joan's nod.

Her eyes were red from the crying, and the bags under her eyes were telling him how long this had been going.

Joan D'Arc, one of the most talented huntress in the planet, like him. Her skills were the stuff of the worship and fear of many. Her control over Aura absolute, and her battle techniques elegant and fluid, full of death and salvation alike. Maybe was her Semblance, Heaven's Whispers, the reason behind her success.

Hers was one of kind ability that allowed her to have premonitions of sorts about things to come. They weren't like visions of the future or anything alike, but feelings that told her what to do, where to do it and how. It could be defined as an overpowered gut feeling instinct.

But time to time, like once every thousand or so, she had true visions of the future. Since the moment Johan had known her during his first year at Beacon, she had had only four of said visions in the form of dreams. All of them had come to pass with 100% of precision. The exactness of the visions still unnerved him, specially because all of them have been about bad things...really bad things. Mt Glenn's fall was one example. Thousands of lives were saved because Joan's warnings. Still, many thousands more were lost, like she predicted.

Joan never had liked her power because of it. And now, he too was starting to hate it.

"In one of the visions, the world is saved, but Jaune dies. In the other, he is alive, standing on a sea of blood and carnage."

"What… what do we do? He is our 8 year old son, Joan. What are you asking me to do?" Said Johan, his voice as broken as he felt. Because now he had to choose, between the rest of humanity and his son.

"I think I know what we can do. The Whispers are telling me what can be done." Said the mourning woman after a while of crushing silence. Both of them were next to each other on their bed, trying to seek comfort in the other while the light at the end of the tunnel was out of sight.

"What we do?" Said Johan, with his usual spark back in his eyes. Maybe everything wasn't lost yet.

"It will not be easy. We have two alternatives. 1) We seal his Aura and send him to Mystral or, 2) We let him keep his aura and send him to Atlas. But either way, he cannot stay here."

"So, either way we lose our son." Said Johan, the bitterness in his voice.

"He will be alive, and will have a chance to be happy." She wanted to find the good side in all this, she really did. But things were not looking good at all for them. "One more thing. We need to decide in a week's time, or… it will be for naught."

Tears were unrestrained now. Johan held his lifetime partner, his fragile loved one, in his robust arms while trying to convey to her the strength that he was not feeling.

Only one question was on his mind, pondering the injustice upon them.

Why?

[3 years before the Present]

She needed to run. He needed to know about this ASAP. They were in danger. All of them were. But she needed to scape first. But how? Her powers weren't functioning and she could feel her pursuer breathing on her neck. Literally.

I need to get out of these woods. But to where…

"You wound me, little Miss. Rejecting my offer to dine in my table… or on it, if you prefer." Said a suave voice next to her, making her yelp in surprise and turning her blood cold.

Spinning like a possessed woman, the girl saw next her, where a second ago was nobody, a dark skinned man, grinning at her with a predatory smile. His golden eyes were slitted, and at the top of his head a pair of pointy black wolf ears twitched now and then. This person was a wolf Faunus, and was looking as dangerous as his animal counterpart.

"No saying anything? Why? I have big ears, to hear you better than anyone else, little miss." And casually, the man started to walk to her. She tried to run, but she found to her dismay that she couldn't. She only could stare at those big slitted golden eyes while her body began to shut down.

Next the she opened her eyes, Neopolitan, a.k.a Neo by her associates, woke up in a hospital, and for the life of her, she could not remember what she had done during the last eighteen months of her life.

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