Author's Note: Dean, Seth and Roman are younger than they actually are, but anyone else are as seen in the WWE now. Hope it's not too confusing ^^'

Dean's Prologue

The land of Winchento… named after its founder, which actually shared the name of their current emperor Vince XV, was peaceful. As peaceful as it could be considering a corrupt emperor and a popularity-thirsty stab of ministers/yes-sayers. But at least they treated their people fairly. Most of them. Some just seemed to be left behind. But as long as the majority was happy, the government was happy.

The capital of Winchento was called Authority. Only a government would have thought of naming their capital like so.

Dean Ambrose had lived in Authority all his life. He guess the town itself wasn't that bad, but the name totally was. If he was the leader he would change its name to something better. Something strong. Maybe Liberty. Or Independence. Heck, he might as well call it Anarchy. That would've been awesome.

As much as he didn't like the name of the city he lived in, he felt the same for the government. The real authorities. He had grown up being one of the "less fortunate" as they used to call them. The people that was left behind. Looked over. Ignored even. But the government had given them that nicer sounding name, something to make them sound better in the ears of their happy majority of people.

But they had no idea what it was like to be growing up with a father that was never there, a mother who neglected him, and no siblings. Dean practically had raised himself. He was a survivor and had grown strong thanks to his childhood. Or lack of it.

He was a warrior. He liked fighting. Loved it even. If someone wronged him, they would be beat up, no questions asked. As a kid, he always got in trouble. But he had done what he had to do. Sometimes just to survive.

His fighting spirit lead him to fighting monsters. There were a lot of them in Winchento. In other countries too of course. The whole continent was infested by them. All different kinds. From big threats to small ones. Small ones could be dangerous too because they came in packs and they multiplied fast.

It had become a huge problem and people got injured. It was only a matter of time before people started getting killed.

A dude called Triple H (Dean never bothered to learn his three-names-beginning-with-a-H, and people just referred to him as Triple H anyway) had taken matters into his own hands and created a Hunter Guild like 20 years ago or so to maintain the monster problem, having professionals taking care of the monsters, making sure they didn't hurt the people of Winchento.

As a kid Dean started taking on small monsters that kept picking fights. It was better than beating people up. Less complaining. So he had started beating small monsters up when regular kids went to school. He continued doing like so until some Hunters started to be concerned at seeing such a young civilian doing such dangerous things. At this time Dean already considered himself a veteran. He was 14 and quite knew his way around the bestiary in the neighbouring surroundings. But he was taken in by some of the other Hunters to get some real education, to become a Hunter himself. Dean didn't mind, that meant he could beat up monsters for a living. After three years there, he was a full-fledged Hunter. Even if he wanted to, he hadn't been able to become a real Hunter before that anyway because of the safety age of 17. Though Dean had been out doing some monster beatings despite that, not caring about some stupid rules, and he probably would have gotten into serious trouble for it. He thought somewhere Triple H was pulling some strings, seeing his experience and potential. He never got proof for that. It was more or less just a feeling because he was disrespecting some of the rules but still allowed to become a Hunter.

But he wasn't totally disrespecting. Being a Hunter-in-training actually gave him a roof over his head and food in his stomach, so he was fine bending to some rules, but they couldn't expect miracles. He was Dean Ambrose after all.

So yeah, Dean was one of said Hunters. He had been paired up with a dude called Roman Reigns. Dean hadn't been too happy about that. He had always worked alone and worked best alone. But Triple H didn't want any single Hunters; it was too dangerous. Even the smallest monsters could have the most vicious poisons, so he reasoned backup was a necessity. He had decided from the start that everyone needed a partner. He knew about Dean, and Roman had shown quite some promise even though he hadn't been trained for as long as Dean. Triple H decided to pair them up. Dean for his fighting experience and Roman to learn from him, and keeping an eye on Dean to keep him from being too reckless.

Dean hadn't liked Roman at first. Not that he liked anyone anyway, but he hadn't liked Roman because he came from this famous line of warriors. And he could use Magic. That annoyed Dean. He couldn't use magic. But it wasn't out of jealousy that made him hate Magic.

It was because of his mother. She could use Magic. But she used it for bad stuff. And for some of it he felt responsible for…

Enough said…

He hated Magic. Or mages to be specific.

But Roman wasn't a mage. He was Magic warrior. He could enhance his strength and defence with Magic. That was actually quite handy. But he still hated mages.

At first, Dean had done his best to keep on working alone, just pretending he was just followed by the big warrior. But with time and during some boring night watch or something, they started to talk, hang out. And Roman wasn't such a bad person after all. Roman wasn't bragging about his family, not feeling like he was getting it easy because of his heritage, he acknowledged his inexperience and gladly learned from someone like Dean. Dean liked that in Roman. He was humble and just a decent guy.

Roman had been a ranger before, more been focused on taking care of animals. But as more innocent animals got hurt by monsters, he had decided to change paths.

He was caring like that.

It hadn't happened over night but over a couple of years Roman somehow had managed to sneak his way into Dean's closed off heart.

And he actually realized they actually worked quite well together. They had each other's backs and night watch duty wasn't such a drag.

They had become like brothers. But Dean still disliked people in general.

Funny that he was a Hunter with that statement. They protected people and the town of Authority. But he didn't do it for them. He just wanted to fight monsters. And he was damn good at it.

Roman probably did it for the people though, being the defending and protective nature he was. And he probably did it for all the animals too.

They actually got a name for themselves. Or rather, Roman started calling them The Shield because of their Hunter abilities; how they protected people from the monsters. And the fact that they were the elite. The Guild's best Hunters. They needed a good strong name.

Dean didn't mind. If Roman wanted a name for them, then by all means.

Fighter. Hunter. Survivor.

That was Dean Ambrose.

Seth's Prologue

Magic existed all over Winchento and its continent, appearing in every social class. The people being able to use it were referred to as mages, or more correctly, Rune Bearers.

Runes were patterns that appeared on the person's body in their teens if they had affinity for it. These Runes contained Magic, which you then could use depending on your affinity. Some were more suitable for attacks and some for defence or support. All were connected to one of the four Elements; Fire, Earth, Water and Wind.

Magic depleted the Runes so after you had used them you needed to recover Magic; reloading the Runes by taking power from your own body and transferring it to the Runes as Magic. This was called Re-Set and it was done by touching the Runes.

After Re-Setting, the Rune Bearer needed time to Recover, meaning stabilizing the Magic within the Runes. The Magic could in fact be used before being stable but you risked collapsing and losing consciousness if you depleted the Runes. Rune Bearers sensed their Magic levels if the Runes were stable. Unstable, it was a guessing game. That's why it was so dangerous and the reason why Recovering after Re-Setting was of such utter importance.

Seth Rollins was one of these Rune Bearers. A mage that wasn't even out of his teens. He had gotten his Runes less than a year ago. He was Wind elemental and a Healer. It was a real rare ability and he had his blonde patch to prove it. Nobody knew why but Healers had two-toned hair and Seth had got his hair changed overnight, as well as his Runes.

He had known he had acquired his Runes before even seeing them just by meeting his reflection one morning, seeing the change of his hair. At first he had been freaked out by seeing his dark hair turned blonde, and not just a lock of hair, it was half of his right side of his head. But he soon realized it was quite a cool look, and he liked how it had decided to change his hair, that it actually was asymmetric and not becoming like half and half.

At first he had noticed the Rune on his left wrist. He had tried out his new Magic, finding out he could control the air around him. As a new Rune Bearer, he didn't have that much Magic in his Runes so he was about to try to Re-Set himself by touching the Rune.

But nothing happened.

He started searching for other Runes, dreading he had another one like on his ass or something. Then he noticed that he had Runes running from his lower neck and half way down his spine. He could touch the higher Runes but those didn't Re-Set them either. The Rune that Re-Set his Magic was the one smack right between his shoulder blades.

There was no way he could reach it himself.

Thankfully he could ask his parents to help him, and he could disguise it as a hug, so it was okay.

Speaking about his parents, they were really proud seeing his son coming down with that new two-toned look. Having a Healer in their family was a huge honour. His family was full of Rune Bearers but they never had a Healer.

They decided Seth should study his Magic under Randy Orton, one of the best Rune Masters as well as one of the youngest. He had been labelled a prodigy in his teens and Seth was too. It would be perfect for Seth.

Problem was, with Seth being said prodigy; he soon had his Magic under control. He sensed his levels flawlessly and he knew how to use his Runes, letting his Magic through.

But it was protocol. All new Rune Bearers had to go studying under a Rune Master and be approved by the academy. It wasn't really an academy, the studies were done in Authority's library but people called it that anyway because it was where the Rune Masters taught their pupils and children went to school. Being approved meant being allowed to officially use their Magic.

In fact, Rune Masters were aware whenever knew Runes appeared. It wasn't common knowledge, but Rune Masters had a superior ability sensing Magic, and new Runes were sending out some kind of waves that were picked up by the most skilled Rune Masters.

They had some understanding that new Bearers tried out their Runes as they first got them, most did something out of accident so it wasn't fair to fault them. It wasn't recommended though to try out your Runes without training.

New Bearers had three days after their Runes' appearance to apply to the academy to start studying under a Rune Master. People failing to do that had their Runes depleted and sealed, meaning you couldn't Re-Set them anymore.

Students were only allowed to use their Magic in the presence of their Masters. If Magic was used officially before passing the Trial, it was an automatic fail and an immediate seal of the Runes.

But they may use their Magic in case on immediate danger, due to the recent monster issue.

They had to study under their Master for at least a year before they were allowed to try to take the Trial for becoming a real Rune Bearer. And after you were approved, you were free to use your Magic at will.

It was said Rune Masters couldn't track the ones passing the Trial anymore. But Seth couldn't help having his doubts about that, considering how his country's government was…

Seth really liked his Magic, and he was really good at it. And he was very comfortable as his assigned role as a Healer.

Though at the same time he felt frustration over not being able to do something. Make a difference.

Rune Bearer. Healer. Prodigy.

That was Seth Rollins.