Recreate | Season 1: Regenesis | Arc 1: Prologue | The Mistralian

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Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or Red vs. Blue, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, respectively. I do, however, own any and all OCs.

Quote of the Chapter: "Vengeance is like an open wound. Do not let it control you."

Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!

-= *The Mistralian* =-

Rust and Terra, both adopted, brother and sister, had just been expelled from Myst, the Combat School of Mistral. Myst is much like Signal to Vale, and like Sanctum to Vacuo. But now...now neither of them really all that angry at the situation.

The duo had had enough of that damnable school. There was enough Faunus discrimination where Rust came from, need they more?

Terra didn't have that much of a problem since she was a human, though she owed her life to him. He was the one who convinced General Ironwood to adopt her as he did to Rust.

Rust hadn't the best of times at nine years of age. He saved the General's daughter from an incoming car but...the next one...he wasn't as lucky.

The general took him in after repairing his right forearm down, lost in the second accident from that day. The two bonded, Rust's older brother moved to the combat school of Astral, Ethereal, and Rust was moved to Myst in Mistral. It was the greatest time to say the least, but immediately a year after, Rust had gotten lonely due to the general living in Atlas away from him. He convinced the general to adopt Terra and the two lived together, ate together slept in the same apartment - not in the same bed, Dust no; she would've gotten the wrong impression immediately if he had ever suggested such a thing.

Now the two, in their apartment, had finally packed up and were readying to leave the awful place.

After all the jeering, the jesting in such a school. It was atrocious (had the Amazoness heard that, she would've agreed wholeheartedly and immediately).

Even the teachers joked about Faunus while Rust was present. They encouraged it. They molded it. They made it so Rust was made fun of just so the other students could learn the place. It was needed.

"Look, Terra," he smirked as he lifted a wad of Lien to her in one hand. "Dad sent us some money for the trip to Vale. He approved it!" The smile faded. "He wasn't happy about the expulsion though..." he lit up once more. "But he wanted us out of there anyways. He wants us to attend the Vytal Festival this year!"

"You mean the one he was called to?" Terra asked. "The one where he had to bring a third of the Atlesian Army just to attend?"

"Yeah!" Rust beamed. He crushed the Lien in his hand and punched the air above. "I want to show him our skills!"

"Cool," Terra smiled. This was different. He was finally, and truthfully, happy compared to all the days they had in Myst. The two, obsessive compulsively, searched the area one more for anymore things they may have left. They weren't about to leave without all their stuff. It was all in their bags. The two smirked at each other as they left the room and went down to the lobby to check out.

There stood a man, not even in his thirties, and he was one of the few in the Kingdom of Mistral that didn't discriminate against the Faunus. He stood there with a smile as Rust approached him.

"I'll check out now," the five foot eleven Faunus said.

"Here you go," the clerk responded and handed him the checklist. Rust searched for his name for a moment before checking the Check Out box.

"Thanks, Vic," Rust said. "You were a great friend."

"You too, Mr. Corsa," Vic responded. "I hope to see you again."

"You as well, Vic, but I doubt we may ever meet again. We're moving to Vale."

"Heard it's mighty fun out there, especially since the Festival is up. Goodbye, Mr. Corsa."

"See ya, Vic," they smiled to each other before Rust left the building.

You see, the Kingdom of Mistral was at an all time rarity to claim Faunus as humans like the other three Kingdoms have. They had the worst time during the Great War and all of the Fanged Wars inbetween then and now. The 81st Vytal Festival was about to take place in memory of the Great War 81 years ago (the number make sense now? Good). All Rust and Terra had to do was get to the Dustport on time to get there. They refused to take a Dust Taxi due to most of the hires being ex-convicts. They wouldn't want to mess with any of them.

Rust sighed quietly, but Terra was still able to hear it.

"What's wrong, Rust?" Terra asked.

"Well," Rust said slowly, choosing his words wisely. "It's about Vic. There are so few people like him, and all we've always wanted to leave this place...but...now we're leaving and I'm regretting not getting Vic's Scroll Number so we can at least communicate."

"Hmm," Terra hummed. She didn't know how to respond to that. Maybe she should try...no...that'd be stupid. How about...no. Too overdone. She decided that she had nothing left to say other than to agree.

"True," Terra said. "But we can't control that, can we?" she let out absentmindedly.

"Yeah," he agreed. "That reminds me..."

"What're you doing?" Terra asked. She contemplated whether or not she should wonder such a thing!

"Here," he said to himself as he pulled out a tattered piece of old paper. The wrinkles and especially the yellow proved its age.

"What's that?"

"A memo from my real dad," he said with a nostalgic smile. He sighed lightly. "It's all I have left of him. I've never read it."

"What does it say?"

"Let's see..." he mumbled as he unfolded the paper.

It read Vengeance is like an open wound. Do not let it control you.

"Hmm," Rust hummed. "I should've read this before beating Akim."

Terra burst out laughing. "Yeah! You should've! You nearly killed him!"

"That's what he gets for pointing out the obvious."

Terra than began to notice things about Rust as they both conversed. They talked, they quirked and the laughed all the way to the Dustport. He's a bit tall for his age, she thought. Five foot eleven for sixteen. Then again, I'm sixteen at 5'8". I guess it's not that far off if I think about it.

They began to walk down a light hill, barely coming down during the fine evening. The brick houses lined up on their left and right. To their left was the city they were going slightly underneath. The city itself was raised about half a mile on cobblestone all the way up. The road they were on was currently the only access road down. About a hundred to two hundred yards from where they walked, was the right turn they would take to the grounds below. You could say they were on a massive plateau. The way they were going being the original ground, the way they came from being the higher ground.

Rust and Terra have never been as far as the turn in the access road nor have they ever taken a look at the Dustport. The second they turned the corners, their jaws both hit the road.

"Why did we never come here before?" Terra asked, still surprised as Rust moved on.

"I don't know, don't ask me," he said as he raced down the hill.

"Hey!" Terra called. "Don't leave me!" she ran after him.

Down at the bottom of the ramp lay the white colored Dustport with planes coming in and out of the play. The large bluish windows contrasting deeply with the white exterior. All around the Dustport, however, is the most beautiful landscape they have ever seen. Even the pictures in the textbooks never really was better than this. The landscape, as large as it was, was easily three times as large as the Dustport and it made the Dustport look fancy.

Finally, Rust stopped at the bottom of the hill, Terra with him. He stared out onto the horizon, looking at the sun in the eye. Terra noticed this.

Rust always could understand people better than anyone, even if a few he didn't understand at all. He always loved to figure things out. To know what was happening. And as much as stargazing was beautiful, he'd always make the two late for something even if the punishment was extra work. He defended his lateness by saying that it got them into passive shape. Where they would just be told to do it without having to do it own their own.

Despite his intentions, it was just plain lazy. And he even admitted it to her once.

Rust looked out to the horizon, and Terra followed his eye. There, lay the sun - slowly, ever so slowly - moving it's way down past the dark horizon. The mirage of wavy lines between the orange sun and the black horizon undulated next to each other. As the sun fell, so did the yellow, the orange and the red in the sky. She could barely see the moon - Rust probably could see it clearly day or night due to his night vision - and the purple and blackness surrounded it in its embrace. The cracked moon may not have liked it, but it was happy enough to just be able to shine down onto Remnant.

The moon, crackled to the core, shined brightly. People couldn't tell: was it brighter or duller than the sun. Rust would like to think it the former, as well as she did. The moon is much like them. Forced to orphanages, forced to be adopted. Forced...everything!

The moon was forced to become what it is, whatever had caused it being that way. It's crackled heart in the center continued to endure, much like Rust and Terra had been. Abused, broken, defeated. Those were the words that once labeled them. Now, it's just endurance. Endurance and Victory.

Rust began moving away again, newfound determination running through his veins. If he couldn't figure something out, he'd use that as confidence to figure something out. And the sun and the moon are the two biggest things he hadn't figured out. "Let's go, Terra," said Rust. He used the sun and moon as confidence to figure everything else out. "I don't want to be late."

Terra snickered. He was always like that. Making the two late by stargazing and then telling her that she'd be late. "Sure, Rust," she said kindly.

The Dustplane was halted nicely in awaiting their showing up. They flustered at the angered attention of the other passengers of the Dust plane for being ten minutes late, but immediately after the two were seated, the plane took to the lanes to take off.

It had been three hours, and now they had finally left past the seas of Mistral and into the Kingdom of Vacuo. Terra had taken the window seat thanks to the niceness of Rust. She watched the lights in the town to appear and reappear as they passed hundreds and hundreds of homes. Then the Vacuonian Wall. And then, the Vacuonian Desert. The sandy plains rolled hill over hill, ruin over ruin. She spotted the Pyramids of Azig from before the Great War. Two shorter Pyramids were overshadowed by the tallest. She considered society to be the larger of the three, Rust and Terra the other two.

She began remembering her past. Rust had been so nice to her back then. If she had to be honest with herself, the blood in her veins from the day she was adopted forward quickened. She was flustered, surprised even falling for-

No, Terra, she thought. Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! she rung in her head.

She slumped down in her seat, pushing her hips forward so she could sleep. Just as she shut her eyes, she quickly reopened them, seeing Rust drape her in a blanket.

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling it up past her heated cheeks.

"Your welcome," he responded before she went to sleep with a smile.

-= *End of Chapter 1* =-

Hey guys! I'm sorry it's so short! But! This is just the prologue arc, so calm down!

No Omakes, sorry! At least, no yet!

Next prologue has a new OC from a special someone.

Not my special someone, or at least I don't think of her that way.

I'm going to shut up now, and give her credit for her character next chapter, so anyway.

Happy writing.

Now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!