A/N: I hope you all had a great Christmas. While I was out traveling I thought about something and decided to give this idea a shot. Opera AU of RWBY starts now, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except my own OCs. RWBY belongs to Monty Oum and Roosterteeth.

Note: The members of RWBY will be younger than most of the characters within this story.

Prologue

The world of Remnant filled with all walks of life both big and small came together in harmony underneath the clear blue skies. There were four nations: Sanus, Solitas, Anima and Menagerie and on those four continents lay four kingdoms. Within the four kingdoms were a bunch of clans, each one differed slightly from each other. Peace and tranquility held between the different nations and their kingdoms until the evil sorceress Salem, tainted by her own greed and power corrupted the kingdom of Vale. Nobody knew the immense horrors she unleashed until it was too late.

Even the well-trained, high-leveled hunters and huntresses couldn't stand a chance as she prepared to bring hell upon the kingdom. Salem's tyranny didn't end there as she released her minions to do her dirty work, spreading destruction and chaos by using Vale as an example. The kingdom soon laid in ruins and the evil sorceress sat upon the desolate throne, a grin on her face as the air was filled with smoke, the streets drenched in blood and the innocent citizens were turned into Grimm.

"Oh Ozpin..." A woman sighed as she watched the destruction from afar. Her once lustrous blonde hair was caked with blood while her clothes were ripped and dirty. She chewed on her lower lip absentmindedly as she continued to spectate. "So many hunters and huntresses put their lives during the war..."

"What do we do Glynda?" She turned to see two of her close associates huddling behind her, their appearance weren't as far off as hers as they too, suffered from battle. One was a middle-aged man, wearing a double-breasted burgundy suit with gold piping and buttons. His pants were tucked into olive boots and he was currently brandishing his weapon Blunderbuss. "What are our orders?"

The other was a young man with messy green hair. His normally disheveled appearance was more disheveled as his white shirt looked like rags and his slack yellow tie lay limp around his neck. He sat on a nearby rock with a thermos laying by his feet, his hands busy cleaning the grime off his glasses. Glynda noticed that he lost one of his shoes during the fight but he didn't seemed at all fazed by it.

"What can we do Port?" She sighed and turned to face them. "We narrowly escaped with our lives back there."

"It doesn't look like those mongrels will be chasing us anytime soon." The man known as Port commented, giving his weapon a nod once it was cleaned to his standard. He then gazed at his comrade with a deep thought. "Yes, while it's true that we narrowly escaped shouldn't we at least help Ozpin that old chap?"

"That's what I'm thinking but there's no way we can fight our way through to reach him."

"Then it would seem like we'll just have to wait it out." The man sighed, resting his now clean weapon next to him.

"Does it look like we have any other choice, Port? You saw just how powerful that sorceress has become." Oobleck stooped down to grab his thermos. Putting the object to his lips, his brows furrowed and he calmly dumped the content out in the grass. "Yuck. Coffee got cold."

"As much as I would love to do something about this...it would be a tragic waste to lose our lives this early." Glynda spoke, her hands curling up into fists as she said the words. "Ozpin trusted us to defend the kingdom and yet we failed to do so."

"Don't blame yourself. Salem loves to play dirty." Oobleck said. "Besides, she attacked without warning so we had no way of holding her back. Ozpin sacrificed himself so we could get away."

"He's not dead...he can't be dead." Glynda snapped. "What kind of ruler would he be if he was gone just like that?"

"A pretty bad one." Port suggested before Oobleck shot him a look. "I'm just saying."

"But Glynda, there's no saying that we have to wait it out." The green-haired man then turned his attention to the woman. "With every passing minute Salem would've turned every single citizen into Grimm or if they're unlucky, they'd be dead. Not many have escaped the kingdom alive."

"Was there anything Ozpin said to you before you came to haul us off?" Port asked.

"We already sent out notifications to the other leaders in other kingdoms before connections went bad and we lost communication. We can only hope that everyone knows about the situation and prepared for the worse." She replied.

"We even have students studying in other kingdoms. I wonder how they're doing." Oobleck wondered out loud. "Not only that, some of our students that stayed here are also under threat."

"I can't get into contact with those teams out in the field." Glynda tucked her scroll back into her pocket. "Like I said, communications within Vale are turned off. We can only hope for the best right now."

"That reminds me..." Rummaging around his coat pocket Port revealed at least two envelopes and two parchments of paper. "I swiped these off my desks before hauling ass. Should I go ahead and burn these so we can have a warm fire?"

"No!" Glynda stared at the materials before an idea popped in her mind. "No...don't do that."

"What are you thinking about Professor?" asked Oobleck.

"...send word to the strongest team we know." She spoke up after a minute. "They may be able to help us in our time of need."

"That team?" Port found a flat place to write out the letters and looked at his two colleagues with worry. "If memory serves me right, they split right after graduation a long time ago. If that's the case then the whereabouts of where they now live could be limited too."

"Ozpin said that there's a chance they all live in Patch, that was just his hypothesis after all since he wasn't completely sure." Glynda drummed her fingers along her lips as she thought about it. "But it's been awhile since I've personally checked up on them."

"Lets just hope our intuitions are correct." The man murmured as he put the final touches on the letters, putting them in their separate envelopes and sealed them shut. Placing his fingers in his mouth he whistled for two birds, holding out his arm so the animals could land. "Please deliver these to Patch and quickly."

"Shhh!" Oobleck suddenly turned his head to the side once the birds flew away with the envelopes in their beaks. "What's that noise...?"

"What did you hear?" Port wrapped his hands around his weapon as the bushes rustled. Soon it shook violently and a dark shape charged out, swiping the professors to the side with its giant claws. "What the- A Grimm?! Out here?"

"I knew some foul stench was in the air." Oobleck took a swing at the animal, hitting his mark and heard it squeal. "Take that!"

"Be careful not to kill it!" Glynda shouted and pointed her weapon at the animal as it turned around for another run. "It's probably one of the citizens!"

"That's what makes this difficult!" Oobleck snarled. "Curse that Salem to hell and back!"

"Focus!" Glynda ordered. "It's our duty to do what's necessary and protect those in need. Right now, this Grimm needs our help. Let's do it!"

"Roger!" The other two spoke as two more Grimms appeared.

Once a person turns into a Grimm, their humanity was forced into submission, allowing the darkness to take over. This made them run amok, unable to think rationally and had a good chance of harming themselves. The more Grimms produced equates to a very powerful Salem. Fearful of what was to come the other kingdoms barred and cut severs with the befallen kingdom in hopes the evil sorceress will give them mercy. She didn't. One by one the kingdoms fell and were taken over by the sorceress' minions as they made themselves comfortable, designating the fallen kingdoms as their own.

"And so...everything is going exactly as how I planned." Salem hummed as she sat upon Opzin's throne. Letting out a laugh she watched the downfall of the other kingdoms from her scroll, watched as more Grimms appeared in the streets. "Soon...soon the world will be in my hands. I'll have everything I ever wanted, it'll be a dream come true." She stood up and shuffled to the window, hands held behind her back and gazed out into the beautiful scene that lay before her. "Hmmm...too bad I don't have anyone to share this amazing experience with me, isn't that right Ozpin?"

"Grrrrrrrr..." A deep animal-like growl responded and she just smiled. "Grrrrrrrr..."

"Oh that's right, you can't speak anymore. That's okay, I can enjoy this by myself." Walking over and sitting upon the throne she let out a throaty laugh. "There's hardly anyone who has any chance of saving this world from my clutches. Ahahahaha!" Opening her eyes she looked at the minions who knelt before her, their heads bowed out of respect. "Go! Consume them all!"

However there was one thing hidden away that even Salem didn't predict. In the midst of all the chaos and destruction, an unlikely hero was born within the small nation of Patch...