A long, long time ago, when nothing was started nor was ended.

There were two brothers, one older and one younger who came into existence on what is now known as Remnant. The older one seemed to be in control of everything Light, Order, and Destiny while the younger one managed everything that was Darkness, Chaos, and Coincidence. Who was to rule the world?

The brothers agreed to not decide the ruler through violence, but rather by the rolling of a die.

They rolled and rolled eventually exhausting themselves and becoming delirious.

There was no clear winner, because the winner of the last round would become the loser in the next, always resulting in a stalemate.

Then, the older brother grew weary of playing the dice.

So, during the day, he created water, plants, and wildlife to fill the world.

In response to this, the younger brother grew furious and disgusted at his sibling's creations. So, he decided to create drought, fire, and famine. Yet the life that his brother created had an unusually strong ability to endure, so the younger god of darkness decided to create the Creatures of Grimm and made them so that they would innately desire to destroy anything and everything.

Tired of the feuding, the older god of life proposed that the two of them create one last thing together, a masterpiece they could both be proud of. The younger brother agreed and together they created something that was was gifted with knowledge, creation, destruction and choice. However, most importantly was their capability of deciding whether to use their gifts for light or dark. These creatures became known as Humanity.

What they created had soon begun and started to develop. There were now three races Human, Faunus, and Grimm. The humans had an unnatural dislike of the Faunus, and many Faunus shared the sentiment, but even so both races agreed that the Grimm were an abomination. They go as far as working together to rid of any such beasts, much to the dismay and abhorrence of the younger brother.

Nonetheless, because of this hatred of Grimm, they would all walk the path of Huntsman or Huntresses: sometimes with success, and other times in defeat. They would discover treasures, gain fortune, obtain love, and then pass away.

The two brothers had created a wide variety of existences, and a world for them to inhabit, it was just like a board game and it's pieces.

Then one day, a human boy appeared.

Perhaps he would be unable to save the world.

Perhaps he would be unable to conquer it.

Perhaps he wouldn't even change anything.

That's because he was simply one of the game pieces seen everywhere.-

The story is always the same or at least very similar. A village, peaceful and happy is doing as they always do. Then with no reasoning, no warning, and no mercy a black beast wanders into the village. It is alone so it could be easily dealt with but unused to disturbance, the villagers panic, in response to such a reaction the monster attacks. Effortlessly, it shreds and tears through the villagers as if they were thin paper. Adults, children, babies, to the beast it didn't matter as it continued to massacre everything in sight. Blood being spread across the floor, walls, and onto the monster's teeth and fur.

Hide the children. Save yourselves. Run.

Every villager has a different objective. They want to live. However, it is fruitless in the end. No matter what they do. In just a few seconds, the monster's pack comes to it's aid. The one frightening beast has multiplied. They tear through the buildings and kill every human they see without remorse.

And just like that, the once happy serene village has become darkly chaotic. Villagers screaming in despair as everything they had ever loved is being robbed from them. The panic, the hopelessness, the fear. Those creatures love it. In the end of it all, the village is once again quiet and before leaving the monster's give a roar.

It was over. However, the village is gone. There was nothing but debris, blood, and the corpses of the villagers who had lived there. It was all gone, though, such a thing wasn't uncommon, unfortunately.

Fortunately for one village, the gruesome scene was not their fate.

The villagers stared in awe as they watched one dark blue haired boy, who wore a yellow hooded cape and oversized darkish blue scarf, slay the nightmarish fiends.

Impressively, the boy cut and slashed at the monsters with precision and dexterity using a dagger. He was fast and nimble, the black Grimm being unable to catch nor harm him.

Thus in a few minutes with seemingly no effort, all the monsters are killed and on the floor dissolving into a black smoke.

Noticing that the nightmare was over, all the villagers smiled and began to praise the boy.

"Oh thank you! How could we ever repay you!"

Asked a very old man, who seemed to have seen better days.

The boy did not give a response and ignored him. Instead something else interested him as he looked down on the corpse of the wolf-like Grimm.

He kneeled down, hovering on top of the huge beast. The black smoke emitting from it hitting his face. Taking out his dagger, he placed the sharp tip on its chest. With a violent and uncanny method, he stabs into it and slices down, revealing the insides of the monster as well as producing more of the black smoke.

The old man and any other villagers were greatly disturbed at the sight of him dissecting the creature. However, they decided not to say anything as the boy was their savior.

"Y-young man, we are truly grateful for what you have done for us. May I ask if there is any kind of reward we may offer you?"

The old man asked, only to be ignored once again. Before the man could ask again however.

"Leave me be."

The boy spoke, emotionless and crude. He seemed completely immersed in making sure he didn't mess up on the operation he was performing upon the creature.

However, trying to analyze the the monster's anatomy is a futile action. As the boy finally pulls out the creature's putrid black heart, it instantly fades away leaving black smoke. The monster he was on top on is gone, completely gone from existence.

He clenches the hand that had held the heart, gritting his teeth in frustration as lets out a final 'tch'.

He stands up and begins to walk away. The battle was over, he no longer needed nor wanted to be there.

"Wait!"

Once again the wrinkly old man calls out to him.

"We would feel very ungrateful if you were to receive no reward."

The boy ignored again and continued walking.

"Please. At least hear us out!"

The elder rushed towards him and gripped his scarf.

This made the boy stop and turn his head. The look on the boy as he noticed him caused the old man cowered in fear.

"You're in the way. Let go."

He showed his eye, a nice color of silver but completely unnoticeable as his eye showed an evil gaze due to his sanpakugan. A cold distant glare shown to the elder.

The boy was annoyed and frustrated with the failure of his dissection. The old man further fueling his annoyance by not leaving him alone.

"A reward is unnecessary, take the hint. If you keep annoying me then I'll-"

He raised his hand.

"You'll what?"

A new voice joined the fray. Curious, the boy turned around to see who the voice belonged to. This revealed to him a man with graying black spiky hair. Eyes dull red, also having slight stubble along his jawline.

"Man kids these days... So, care to tell me what you were gonna do?"

"..."

The boy in question remained silent.

"Hey, hey. What happened to all that bravado you had?"

Once again, he remained silent. Only showing a glare to the man.

"Thats some glare ya got. Hmm? Looking at you, aren't you a little young? Care to show me your Huntsman license?"

To this notion the boy stepped back.

"So you don't have one. Then, I need you to come with me. Preferably, quietly."

The boy instantly turned his back on the man and ran away.

"Running away? Thats fine, despite how I look I'm told that I'm pretty fast myself."

"Umm."

The old man spoke up.

"Hmm?"

"Wont you leave him be? Although he was bit aggressive towards me, he did save our village."

"No can do. Besides, something about him just pisses me off."

Thus the man chases after the boy.

Inside the forest, the boy ran and ran. After what seemed like an hour, until he finally stopped, thinking that he had lost him. However...

"What, you tired?"

Surprised, he quickly took out his dagger and turned around to be met with the man from earlier. The man quickly grappled his wrist, twisting it causing the dagger to be dropped. Then getting a hold of his arm, he turned around lifting the boy up before quickly slamming him to the floor and apprehending him.

"You could have avoided this if you had just came quietly."

The boy struggled with all his might until he quickly tired himself.

Whoever this man was, it was clear to the boy that even if he had the chance to fight him. He would have been utterly outclassed.

"So, after all that, you decided to bring him to me?"

Were the words that came out of a bespectacled middle-aged man with silver hair and brown eyes.

"Pretty much, yeah. I mean I couldn't get a single word out of him even when intimidating him."

The silver haired man sighs.

"You know, the semester has finally started so I am quite busy."

"C'mon, don't be like that Oz. I know you like dealing with this, so i brought you another one."

The man chuckled a bit, showing a smile.

"True. It would also be a lie to say that im not curious about him. Where is this person anyway?"

"Oh, he's outside that door. I tied him up so he's probably struggling a lot right now."

The person being talked about was indeed struggling to free himself. While outside, the students that pass by look at him with much confusion.

"We can't just leave him out there, bring him in here."

"Thanks Oz. I knew you'd take him off my hands!"

Exiting the room, he retrieved the boy and re-entered.

"Now, I have to go. Good luck, Oz."

Before leaving, he untied and whispered something that only the boy could hear.

"Don't try anything stupid."

He began to leave. Only to be halted one last time.

"Qrow, you don't need to worry about your nieces, they are doing just fine here."

"Is that so? That's good. Well, I cant be here forever. Later, Oz."

"Until we meet again."

With that, the dusty old Qrow leaves glancing one last time at the tied up boy.

"Now then, nice to meet you. My name is Professor Ozpin, may I ask what yours is?"

In response the boy glared at him.

"True to what he said, you do indeed have a nasty glare but..."

Upon analyzing him, the boy had dark blue hair unkempt at the front, his bangs covering his right eye and showing his left, which was colored a very pretty silver. Although his eye was indeed pretty, it was being dismissed due to having an evil gaze radiating from it because of his sanpakugan.

"Your silver eye has a very pretty shine."

From confusion and slight disgust the boy lost his glare.

"So, you have a natural evil gaze that you can't do anything about, that must be rough on you. But, enough of that, may I offer you anything? Coffee, sweets, or maybe some cookies?"

He shook his head, answering no.

"It'd be much easier to get through this if you spoke, I'm sure you're parents are quite worried about you."

That statement caused the boy to flinch and look towards the floor. Feeling sullen but not showing any expression, pretending to be stoic for the moment.

"Parents?"

Ozpin looking at the boy, understood and knew what he was going to say.

"I, I dont have any...anymore."

"I see. Sorry to bring such a thing up."

"No, it doesn't bother me."

"Is that so?"

Ozpin could tell just from looking at the boy, that such a thing was holding him back from his full potential.

"Anyway, I heard that you were able to not only defend a village but kill an entire pack of Grimm with just but this."

Ozpin pulled out a mechanical dagger following what seemed to be a clockwork design. He placed the weapon on his desk.

"I am returning this to you."

The boy received it quickly. Eyeing Ozpin.

"Confused as to why I returned it? Well I dont see you as the type to just attack me."

Compared to the man before who was known as Qrow, who was rather hard to deal with, Ozpin seemed more affable. A person who can be trusted. A person who cares.

"Indigo..."

The boy said quietly.

"I'm sorry?"

"Indigo Baptisia...My name."

Ozpin smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Indigo."

He reached out for a handshake to which Indigo took.

"Um, sir-"

"Ozpin is fine."

"Then, Ozpin. When am I allowed to leave?"

"Well that would depend, what do you intend to do if I released you?"

Indigo looked at him, and answered as if it were obvious.

"Grimm."

Ozpin raised his eyebrow.

"I see, but Qrow told me that you do not own a license. Correct?"

"Yes, but I do not require one."

"Hm? You know that is not true, without a license you wont be hired by anyone. You are not considered a Huntsman. It is quite dangerous to have someone like you roam around loose. Not only could you get yourself hurt, but you will also pose danger to civilians around you due to your escapades."

"But-"

"The incident at that village was really lucky. You did manage to defend them, and virtually leave them unscathed. However, there is no gurantee that you could do it again and again, after all you were alone and when you're alone the odds are never in your favor."

Ozpin then realized something.

"Now that I think about it, if its nothing too personal, may I ask what you were doing for all these years?"

"Grimm."

"Yes, of course, that much is obvious. Anything else?"

"No, only Grimm."

"I see, hey, do you wish to become a Huntsman?"

The question came from nowhere. Indigo could only stare at him.

"From what I heard from you, you like to protect people do you not? I believe with some training you could become a truly respected and courageous Huntsman. A hero that people can admire."

Indigo stared at him. Then answered.

"No, I dont want to become a Huntsman. I do not wish to be a hero. I don't care about such things."

"Eh? Then for what reason did you defend that village? Why protect it if you don't wish to be a hero because I do believe that those villagers see you as their hero."

"I couldn't care less about what they think of me."

"Then, why-"

"Because Grimm were there. Where there are Grimm, I will go."

Ozpin looked at Indigo, his eye losing the shine it had, replaced by a cold, distant void. Going from being emotionless to lifeless.

"The reason I do not require a license is because I dont care about anything other than Grimm."

Ozpin sat there confused before asking.

"Indigo, what is you're goal? Do you have anything you-"

"Grimm. I will kill every Grimm. I won't stop until all of those abominations become extinct."

An unhealthy fixation on Grimm. Indigo, had a fruitless desire, a goal that probably has no end in sight. Whatever he had experienced has completely shattered his mind. Becoming a mirror unable to reflect anything.

Ozpin looked at the child, noticing that if he continued to live like that, then there would be no return. He would be walking into his own demise at some point if he continued to live with that mindset.

"Ozpin, may I go now? Even at this second there are Grimm I could be slaying right now."

Ozpin continued to look at the boy who is about to cross the border of insanity. He looked at Indigo with pity and sadness. He could let him go and the potential he has would all go to waste but...

Even a shattered mirror can be repaired.

"Indigo. Can you attend my school?"

"School?"

"Ah, right. You don't know where you are. Well Indigo, you are currently at Beacon Academy, a school known for teaching the future teams of huntsmen and Huntresses."

"Why should I attend?"

"Well once you graduate, you'd obtain the huntsman license you currently lack."

"I stated that I-"

"Yes, yes you did. But, wouldn't it be troublesome to deal with the people who find out that you are missing one. You might even be forced to handle someone like Qrow again."

The mention of Qrow made him perk up.

"True but even so, the Grimm-"

"There are plenty of people with more experience dealing with them. I suggest you take a break before you burn yourself out."

"I know that but even so-"

"Did I mention that we will be teaching you things about the Grimm. Such as their history and weaknesses they carry. Not only that but we have plenty of books about them available for free in our library."

"R-really? A lot of it?"

"Yeah, a lot of information."

Thus Indigo was sold.

"Then, I guess I'll attend if you want me."

"We take you with pleasure."

"Y-yeah."

His eye regained the shine it had before.

"It will be difficult finding you a team but-"

Upon hearing that word, his eye instantly lost the glimmer. Ozpin of course noticing this.

"Having a team is of course optional."

His eye once again regained the shine and Indigo let out a breath of relief.

He was always alone, I shouldnt change that so forcibly at the moment. Is what Ozpin thought.

"Then, Indigo, your first day starts tomorrow."

"U-understood."

A knocking came from the door.

"Yes, you may enter."

The door opened, revealing a beautiful middle-aged woman with blonde hair.

"Ah, what do you know, perfect timing. There is something I need you to do for me."

Indigo gave a long exasperated sigh.

"To think I finally got to experience what it's like to sleep on a bed."

It was morning of the next day. Today, he is supposed to attend classes as ordered by Ozpin.

"..."

He put on his newly given uniform as he stared at two things lying on his bed. A blue scarf and a yellow hooded cape. Looking at the possessions caused him to become gloomy, but nonetheless he put both of them on.

After all, he treasures them.

Now that he is fully dressed, he exits the dorm. Waiting for him outside was Professor Glynda, a teacher, who as Ozpin put it, will give extra support to Indigo.

"Have you readied yourself?"

Indigo nods, yes.

"Then, let us be on our way. A new student should never be late on their first day."

Once again, Indigo nods, yes.

Thus she begins to walk, with Indigo following closely behind.