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How does one describe the world of Vale? Full of danger and magic, Creatures called Grimm stalk the land in the form of wolves and bears, lizards, and ravens. Magic called Dust makes up the bullets and batteries making humans dependent on it. Where robots look and act like humans and fight alongside them. Where aura can be seen, and heal wounds. Our story takes place in the one of the four strongholds of humanity: Vale home of Beacon Academy and the capital of light.

"Before I built a wall I'd ask to know

what I was walling in or walling out

and to whom I give offense

something there is that doesn't love a wall

that wants it down"

"Mending Wall"

Robert Frost

"Lover and friend hast thou put far from me,

and mine acquaintance into darkness"

Psalm 88

Prologue 'The Green Knight'

The broken moon looked down like a father however clouds blocked its view of Vale. Skyscrapers and large buildings were no problem for the person running across them. His green cloak whipped in the slight breeze. His green hood covered his face to add to the mystery he wore a bat mask that covered his eyes, although some people would call it a butterfly. His belt had a winged star symbol on the side. On his back was a black crossbow which seemed to share the symbol, in his hands were two short swords. He threw one and it connected to a building, it had a small rope attached to it. He tugged and he began to swing between buildings using this method. It didn't help that he couldn't see near or far very well nor distances. It had taken several practice attempts at Soulfall Abbey to be sure that the swords were good for grappling instead of shooting out bullets as they used to do. It was only in extreme circumstances would they be used to shoot again which was why the figure had some bullets in his side pouch.

All attempts with Nero Gwailen had failed apparently, the crossbow/ labrys axe hybrid didn't do so well with the technology that was prominent in Haven. He was in a drop point where people took their drugs from the drug lords and sold them on the street.

"Thief!" yelled a voice from behind him. The person was at the front of the door blocking the Green Knight's way.

That's rich I haven't stolen anything yet. He thought. He had been sure that no one was here. He had scouted this place for three days. This abandoned dock warehouse was supposed to be a drop point, nothing more.

He noticed that the man had a gun sword and he stood at least a head taller than the Green Knight himself. He grinned. "If there is a thief here then call the police" he shrugged nonchalantly "But I doubt you'll do that since you're a criminal and all."

The man threw a hard punch knocking him down to half melted ice, Lieam quickly threw a snowball with ice inside it at the man causing him to yell. Lucky hit, that should hold him for a tick. He used his grapple gun and shot out a window. It hadn't been a good heist but he got something out of it. Papers that might tell him where the drops for Volsar and Naff were. He intended to get those drugs off the street after seeing what it has done to Faunus' and humans alike.

Volsar was injected into the blood system while Naff could be snorted or smoked either way both could be easily overdosed.

He hid his crossbow/ labrys axe in a black backpack that he had hidden under a dumpster. He found it odd that people or Faunus hid stuff in the dumpster but that could be found easily no one thought to look under a dumpster. He folded his sword / grapple guns into their gun forms and stashed them in the backpack as well. He took off his mask and put it in a pocket of the back pack. With everything in its place, he put it on and headed home. His hair was turned black from the dirt he picked up in the warehouse. His face was also covered and his cloths smelled of fish. He looked like a dock-man heading home from the night shift, it was a good disguise.

He walked past a lighted door when he heard it open. The door was covered with graffiti and it was terribly moldy. It probably could fall apart in a couple of minutes anyway.

A dirty blond haired man with a growing paunch looked at him. His eyes were dull and lifeless. The whites were bloodshot. A Volsar or Naff user.

"Hey."

"Hey." Lieam said back.

A voice called from the back "Is he buying?" A laugh from the back came suspiciously sounded like there was more than just drugs being sold.

The man turned back to Lieam. "Are you buying a 'Phi?'"

The words were spoken casually but they hit Lieam hard. They were selling Volsar and probably Naff as well. He wanted to say no, he was spent from fighting all night but his conscience won't let him just walk away.

"Oi Boy buying or not?'

A nod, he walked into the room. It was a small room and smelled of sickly lavender the smell of Volsar, it was mixed with a smell of mint that was also sickly Naff. He saw a doxie laying on her side with a man who was so stoned he didn't know if he was up or down.

He walked to a huge man at the table with several green and purple vials. No doubt a heavy mixture of both.

"How much?"

"Three Lien take it or leave it."

Lieam searched around in his pockets for money, he slammed his hand down with the plastic cards. As the man reached for them, Lieam held the phial for a couple of seconds letting his anger grow then he threw the phial of Volsar in the stove. He hit the man with his backpack. The seller fell catching his hands on the stove. He let out a scream of pain.

"Hey, what are you doing?" asked a confused person reaching out for him.

Lieam aimed a well-aimed kick at his groin causing him to go down. He hit the man's head knocking him out. The next man was so dosed on drugs that his eyes were swirling around on his head. he wasn't even worth the fight. He had them all down in a couple of seconds using his own backpack as a weapon. He aimed his anger at the seller. "Is that all?" he snarled like a caged animal.

"All the what?" the man sniffled as he looked around the destroyed room. It was a complete mess. Broken chair legs and bottles of Volsar and Naff were spilled all over the ground making a horrible stink.

"All the drugs!"

"Yes, yes."

"No more anywhere, not even a lock-box of cash?" He asked as he took off the man's vest that had pockets full of Volsar and Naff. He tossed it into the fire. It crackled and spit with the drugs causing small fireworks.

"Cash is in the bed roll."

Lieam took it out and looked at the bulging bag. Blood money he knew where it would do a lot of good. He wanted to laugh at the cowering man but didn't instead the man was worth pity. He walked out of the den and made his way out of the alleyway.

A bell rang three, Lieam sighed he was out late. The grey dawn slowly rose over the skyscrapers and to an abbey at the outskirts of the city. Every day it's walls grew ever higher, some old folks remembered when it had low walls to keep the Nathair out but now it looked as if it was keeping something in.

Lieam heard a bell ring four. He sighed he was going to be late now. He took out one of his grapple swords and aimed it then vaulted over the walls. He landed on a tree that was used as shade before the walls were only slightly lower than the trees now it was several feet higher.

He aimed to get to his dormitory as soon as possible. He saw the older monks walking into the chapel. He climbed up a wall of ivy and fell into his room. He quickly put his backpack in a secret place under the floor boards. He took of his cloths and took a quick shower watching as the water turned black with dirt. He changed into his novice habit and girdle. In the hidden pocket, he put the blood money into it. He'll put it in the donation box later. He raced down the stairs and bumped into a brother.

"Morning, Brother Aiden." He said as he walked beside the older brother. The brother had ink stained hands with various colors marking him as an illuminist. They past the small pond and the orchard on their way to the chapel for the morning prayer.

"You weren't in your bed last night."

"Of course I was."

"You'll get caught." replied the lightly bearded brother with a kind-hearted chuckle. "Look, I understand how you youngsters have urges but keep it to a minimum or you might never take your vows."

Taking the vows. Lieam wasn't even sure he wanted that. If becoming a brother meant giving up to the fat cats who got rich on people's misery or bury his head in the sand. He would not have it. Another part of him liked the peace and tranquility of the abbey. Abbot Celleach had tried to take his gear but he had managed to save his cylinder with his transcripts inside one of his grapple guns. No one knew the code to get in but him. He also hid his gear inside the black backpack he had found and he had hidden that under the floor boards. The Abbot was sure that he had tossed them out.

He intended to decode the papers and find out where the next drop off was.