Chapter 1

Blake had always wondered what was on the other side. She seemed to always find a fight between her people and the "regular" humans. Faunus weren't exactly the people who got good reputations. Ever since her time in the White Fang, Blake has always seen something wrong with humanity. Some kind of flaw that could never be erased or fixed. People always had a way of being scared of change, but who could have blamed her?

Every day Blake would wake up in the small encampment ran by the White Fang and then go out on "missions". Most of these missions however were just mindless slaughter or theft. The previous leader of the White Fang would have never stood for this. The previous leader wanted peace between the peoples, however, the new arrival didn't seem to want the same thing. Eventually Blake became tired of the life she led. How could she just be attacking innocent people on the streets? How was she any better than the humans that despised her?

Where did she go so wrong?

Fast forward a few months to Beacon Academy. A safe haven for those who wish to become huntresses and Huntsmen. This place was on the minds of every person in the Kingdom of Vale. Everyone adored the Huntsmen of Beacon, they had become somewhat of celebrities of their time. Keeping peace and more than occasionally showing off around town. They had their ups and downs, flaws and perfections just like anyone else. They were a true Beacon of hope. These people helped anyone they could whenever they could. Taking missions up from the headmaster and going on sometimes quirky adventures with their teams.

Blake wanted more than anything to belong to Beacon. She saw the Huntsman of Vale and knew then and there this where she belonged. She wanted to get away from the life that she once knew. Living next to poverty and her only skills being illegal. She wasn't a criminal, she never wanted to be anyway. Her life had been somewhat decided for her since she was in the White Fang, however, she had thought of a disguise. Something so simple it was brilliant.

A small black bow.

At first, she protested the idea, fighting with herself that she wouldn't be true to who she was if her… "features" weren't displayed. However, a short time in the Vale kingdom proved that not everyone was accepting of the faunus. She usually walked from place to place looking for something to help her survive in the world.

On her usual route that she wandered, she had noticed a small little store owned by a Faunus family that seemed to be booming in business. It was a quaint small little store that had a lot of small antique decorations on one half of the store and clothing on the other side. As she entered the bell on the door gave a small ring.

"Welcome! Let us know if you want anything in particular!" Yelled a shop keeper from the back of the store.

Blake walked up and down a few isles in silence looking at the various items in the shop. She looked at the little wooden dolls scattered throughout the store with various designs on them. Strangely they were all Faunus but made from a human's hands. The maker on the bottom of the dolls was pretty famous for his time. A villager that lived just outside of Vale where he could work in silence. Blake knew him well, he was always a Faunus supporter and even came to her in one of the White Fang camps.

Blake would never forget the day that she was handed a doll by a strange bearded man. The doll was small, of course, but the impact was large. The doll was slightly blemished from the travel but Blake didn't care. Since her parents died, she only had the White Fang left and they weren't the best family so to speak.

The man entered the camp and talked with some of the leaders of the camp before deciding to take a walk around and admire how far the White Fang had come. Blake had seen this man many times coming and going from the camp but never heard his name. The man was a little on the larger side but looked like he could handle himself in a scrap. His face said everything but the intention to fight. He was always smiling behind his small glasses. He seemed to always comb his beard, like he was concentrating on something at all times. Looking quizzically at any person who would ask him a question.

Blake was always confused when a human came into the camp, especially this one. Blake would always follow him through the camp to try and see what his purpose was. No matter where he went Blake was his small shadow. The human made constant conversation with anyone he came across and seemed to know everyone at the camp.

One day he began to chat with one of the younger White Fang members, one he had never met before. "It's good to meet you," he started out stretching his hand to the faunus. "William McGraw at your service." He finished happily as the Faunus shook his hand. The Faunus sported a large smile and continued to talk with the man.

"I seem to know everyone in this camp so far," he mentioned. But the he looked around as if he was looking for something. His eyes rested on a tent flap where Blake was hiding. "Except her." He said giving a small motion toward the small girl. Blake instantly panicked as she had been found out and decided to dash from her hiding spot and ran to the opposite edge of the camp.

William and the Faunus talked for some time at length, discussing matters that had nothing to do with race politics. The Faunus told William about the small sheepish girl who sprinted off earlier, explaining that she never really talked to anyone and that she only read by herself in the "library" tent. The camp was large enough to have assigned tents like a town would buildings, but everything could be easily picked up and moved if needed.

"I wish to talk to the girl the next time I arrive." William said wistfully.

"Good luck finding her. Even I can't find her most of the time, like she sneaks off somewhere and then reappears when we need her. It's so strange…" The Faunus trailed off.

"Maybe to you," William spoke with certainty. "She knows something about this world that only few do. She knows how to use her time like she wants to without bother. She knows how people tick inside." He said with a smile. William had thought this trait had almost disappeared from outside the usual Huntsmen.

"Well, we'll see you next time William, I have to get back to work." The Faunus said taking off.

"Of course." William said expecting only himself to hear the words as the Faunus was already long gone. However, William wasn't leaving, not just yet. He had decided that he was going to find this girl and make a peace offering. Maybe something that he can give her to ease the tension in her heart. Then William remembered the small doll that he had crafted. He was going to sell it to his usual buyer in Vale, but it was already damaged slightly from being tossed around in his knapsack.

William went on a small walk through the camp looking for the library tent. He himself had been there many times but after walking with the young Faunus boy he had lost his sense of direction. Eventually William came upon the tent and gingerly opened it as if to not scare off the girl should she be in the tent.

To his surprise he found the tent empty with none of the books misplaced, but he knew the girl had been here as there were small foot prints in the ground that could only belong to her. She seemed to have re-organized the entire tent from the ground up. She certainly loved books it seemed. That's when William had an idea, he walked toward the back of the tent and checked the very corner of the last bookshelf. As he expected a single book is missing but it looks as if the shelf is full. The small Faunus girl was smart, she knew how to hide things very well.

William exited the tent and left the grounds of the camp. The girl had ran off to a quiet place to read after doing her chore in the camp.

"This is going to be a fun little adventure" William thought to himself as he started down a dirt path into the forest like region near the camp.