My name is Cyan Cobalt, son of Aruthgyaurd. Weird name? Yeah, it's because he's a Drake. Myself and four friends were raised by Grimm. Special Grimm; they had souls, and intelligence: because they were each more than 3000 years old.

My friends and I chose our names from books we found in Mountain Glenn, the closest our Grimm protectors would let us get to civilization. Not because they didn't want us to interact with humans and Faunus, but because of the sheer congregations of Grimm that surrounded the Kingdoms and settlements. Not that they were dangerous, but the hunters and huntresses after them could be, and my Father wished to take no risk.

As I said, my name is Cyan. Mostly because of the color of my eyes and preferred clothing, salvaged from the failed annex to Vale. My semblance is basically micro stars. I can summon smaller versions of stars and other radioactive space bodies; which, even though they are smaller, carry the same weight and radioactivity. Somehow I don't get scalded, and I can put up containment fields for allies as well.

My best friend, and unofficial second in command, named himself Mikado Morningstar, after an old Mistalian emperor, and his weapon of choice, a massive, 25 pound morningstar. His semblance is some sort of electric and metal kinesis. He can turn his body into metal, and then use electric dust to supercharge himself. His strength isn't increased, but his durability and flexibility are. I've seen him roll up into a ball tighter than a cat.

Then there are the Twins, Ghost and Kole, no last name(there is no last name worthy of us!); who named themselves after a yin/yang type of push and pull, because of their semblances. Ghost has the power to take apart anything, bit by bit, into either its key components, or into its fundamental elements. Kole could, conversely, form components into objects, and create molecular bonds between elements to create components. They could not change elements into other elements.

Finally, the only girl, Amethyst, named herself after one of the last confirmed Silver-Eyed Warriors: Amethyst Rhose. She's a cat Faunus, and her semblance is that if she picks up a weapon, she knows how to use it immediately. After half an hour it starts draining her aura, until she switches weapons again.

Why am I telling you this? Simple. Anyone who reads this needs a bit of a background story.

My earliest memory is foggy at best. Aruthgyaurd told me the story to match the memory once, and I will relay it now.

The five of us lived in an outost roughly 500 miles from Vale. We were but toddlers and infants at the time, living as neighbors with our families.

Then a woman came, and she was controlling Aruthgyaurd. She bid him to destroy our town, and he did. Near the end, when he was about to destroy our four houses, he stopped. He was never able to explain why, but he did.

The woman was livid. She came and smote our parents herself. As she was about to do the same to us, Aruthgyaurd smacked her with a wing, before picking us up and flying away as fast as he could.

The twins he took to the Taijitu Plains east of Mistral. There he left them with the Emperor Taijitu, who went by the names of Ziheng and Xioxia. They cared for Ghost and Kole, after some threatening on Aruthgyaurd's part.

Amethyst went to the only Female Elder, a Goliath named Zefura, who lived south of Vale. She required no threatening, for she saw the pain in the child's heart; as it knew, deep down, that it's parents were dead.

The Mikado was dropped off at the only Elder left; he was elder only because the humans hadn't fought his species since antiquity. Onyx Drayer, a Ground Dweller living west of Vacuo, immediately rejected the human. After some prodding, he went "to kill the whelp" for good. Aruthgyaurd fought him, and was victorious. Onyx relented, and brought Mikado into his fold.

I was to remain with Aruthgyaurd. We were taught of both the Grimm language (a guttural, uncivilized tongue) and the most common human language. Aruthgyaurd would occasionally pick some or all of the others up and we would scout Mountain Glenn for clothing, spare parts, books, and food. It was a hard life, but we managed as best we could.

It was on one of those such ventures when we saw the group of hunter and huntresses disappear into the sealed catacombs of the subway.