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Okay I lied, tear into me later, but I couldn't help, but get this out now before Christmas. So yeah welcome one and all to my first RWBY fic, and since it is my first I've decided to go in with a huge bang. Jaune Arc is my favorite character from this series with Ruby being a close second so all my fics with RWBY will be on him.

That being said, this fic is me taking a spin on something I've yet see done and so I decided to go all in. Now let me explain, I've taken this concept of Jaune's family being of Heroes and went full on with it by taking historical figures from our world and added that and other things into this fic

You'll understand after reading this.

Not sure how you all will respond to this, but I wanted this out before the month was over. Perhaps I can get the second chapter out before christmas or maybe on christmas day, that all depends on the response this gets.

Now with that said, I hope you all enjoy!

"Loyalty. Duty. Pride. Courage. Determination. Resolve. Love. All this and more is what defines us, our family, our Clan, our tribe. We have stuck together through the greatest and worst times in history. When all seemed lost, in the worst moments of our despair. When the world itself seemed to end, we stuck together as one and survived it all. Through the ashes we march, toward the Light of our salvation. We are the last humans of the Old World, relics of a forgotten past, but in this new world we shall rise up and claim our place in history once again, as the Vanguard of Humanity!" ~Uther Pendragon Arc, King of the Crown

Legend of the Highlord

Volume 1: The Prince of Dreams

Prelude: Arc Historical Principium

Remnant was known for many things. It was a planet known for its massive cultural diversities between its continental brothers and sisters. It was known for its seemingly perfect mix between high-tech technology and natural energy crystallized in the form of Dust, with both being utilized in various ways for matters of every day convenience or for the never-ending battle with the Grimm. It was a planet known by it's inhabitants to house two different forms of races, one being the humans of whom were diversified into many forms of societies and tribes all across the world. Some were more in tune with the modern world while a selective and rare few others relayed back to the time of their ancestral heritage and followed in the footsteps of their predecessors. The other was the Faunus of whom were a mixed racial people with animalistic features and traits that made them in the eyes of most humans to appear as a sub-species.

Remnant was known for all this, but the one thing it was known universally for, whether they be rich or poor, human or faunus, was that Remnant was a planet full of mystery. It was a world unlike any other for in histories past Remnant became home to Ages of Warriors. Eras of Myth that spilled forth in the form of fabled stories of fairy tales to tell to children at night before heading to bed. There were hundreds upon thousands of these myths with each differing in cultural influences from different continents, and each one was as outlandish as the next, but every fairy tale always held the smallest hint of truth.

For example, there was the popular children's tale that was called The Story of the Seasons or as it was more commonly known, The Four Maidens. A story of a belligerent old man who was visited by four fair maidens. Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall. Each maiden being kind to him in their own way. Winter advising him to meditate and reflect. Spring giving him a basket full of fruits and flowers to help revitalize his garden. Summer convincing him to go outside and embrace the world for all it had to offer. And finally Fall encouraged him to be thankful for all that he had.

In return for their kindness he bestowed upon each of the Maidens a portion of his own power. An act of his own goodwill resulting from their own kindness to those Four Maidens. Thus their story went down in history as one of the most popular and fabled stories of myth in Remnant. And like that story there were many others, some true and some completely false, but whether or not that be the case people came to accept that Remnant was just that kind of world. A place full of mystery by design and they took that and simply went along with it.

But then came another matter, another myth that had been alive for as long as history could remember. A myth that went back farther than the Grimm and the dawn of Man and Faunus born of dust. It was a myth that carried with it immeasurable amounts of influence over the inhabitants of Remnant just for the simple fact of what that Myth represented. It was the myth of where Heroes were born. Where Legends were made. Where Kings and Queens were crafted. It was where Knights, Warriors of the Old Ways triumphed over the machinations of technology. It was the living Myth that carved it's way into the annals of time and cemented its place in history, revered by all for what it was.

This myth went by many names and all of which were recorded for as long as time has foretold. In earliest of recordings in the ancient times they were revered as the Spartans, warriors among warriors. A race, a clan, a tribe of people that some say were blessed by the Gods of War and had the blood of a demi-god running through their veins. Their sheer natural talent for battle and warfare triumphed over all in the Old World. It was through that tribe that a great boon of legendary warriors were born. Some long lost, but others still remembered to this day.

King Leonidas, The Great Warrior King, who, with his 300 brothers and sisters, traveled to the pass of Thermopylae to stem the tide of the Persian War Machine of a 150,000 strong. Three long fought out days Leonidas and his soldiers died holding back the Persians at the cost of their lives. Yet in result of the Spartans courage and the unbreakable tenacity of King Leonidas led to the rise of Leonidas being immortalized as an entity of war and a revered individual within this tribe that all aspired to become.

Alexander the Great, King of the Macedon, was revered as a Conqueror like no other. Inheriting his role as King at the mere age of 20 due to his fathers untimely demise led to his rise. His war campaign led to him conquering entire countries and continents of the old world. His conquests leading up to Persia, Egypt, Syria, Judea, Mesopatamia to name a few of the vast lands Alexander conquered. As reward for his service, when he died young at 32 years of age, he was immortalized with Leonidas as another Paragon of War, Battle and Leadership.

Attila the Hun, the great Chieftain of this tribe who unified many of the northern nomadic tribes at the edge of the Old Worlds destruction and the birth of the new. His conquest of the northern continents during the age of the apocalypse had made the Romans label him as the Harbinger, or better yet the "Scourge of God". The sheer sign of him was the sign of the apocalypse that destroyed the old world. Yet as the old world died Attila culminated the tribes he had and moved them into his own thus causing the tribe to evolve with time as well. These events led Attila as well to be immortalized with his ancestors such as Leonidas and Alexander and the countless other Legends and Heroes of their time.

But as time went on and the new world began to grow so did the tribe. With the dawn of the Grimm, the birth of a new mankind, and the birth of the Faunus led to this tribe needing to grow and adapt with the times. And as the years past and as threat of the Grimm began to culminate and humans found dust to revitalize and empower themselves with the very element from which they were formed. The living mythical tribe adapted itself to the new environment.

Where humans born of dust had to rely on it as a form of ammunition and relied on the level of aura they held. The people of this tribe lived through it's exposure and in the process evolved. Their physiology adapted to dust exposure and in result became one with the natural phenomena. This granted all those of the direct bloodline to be born with incredibly huge Aura reserves and unlike the rest of the humans and faunus outside their tribe they were able to recover their aura at a much faster rate. Upon using their aura it increased their already powerful natural physiology to a point one would say it was superhuman.

Strange thing was, since they adapted to dust instead of being born from it. The direct family of the chieftain of the tribe began to gain unique variants of aura and even more unique forms of semblance. No one person was the same and each one was guaranteed to be born with a unique semblance and aura, not unlike that of other humans, but the difference lay in the realm of what was possible and what was not.

As humans fought and diminished the Grimm and began to fight among themselves in what would be known as the Great War, the tribe began to act on their own until they soon became a Clan. Migrating to the Northwestern continent that had become known as the "Draconian Landmass" they had taken the initiative to build their own Kingdom and establish their borders in this unexplored continent. It would be a decade into the Great War that the continent was officially called Draco, christened the title by the family of whom the people of this new state revered and swore loyalty to. Both human and faunus refugees from the war were welcomed into their borders without prejudice or discrimination from either side.

The clan created the Kingdom Pendragon in honor of their new leader King Arthur Pendragon, who inherited the right to rule after the passing of their past King Uther Pendragon. It was through Arthur's leadership and his skill on the battlefield and armed with the mystical blade Excalibur that the Kingdom of Pendragon and the continent of Draco swelled up in influence. It's economic and financial influence was soon only matched by it's military prowess during the 4th decade of the Great War. Some even say that Arthur was such a successful leader that it led people to believe that in addition to his already legendary bloodline, that he was also the physical embodiment of a great crimson dragon. Majestic yet terrifying in his existence. A divine embodiment of a celestial deity some would say, it grew to such heights that even long after death Arthur's tale was sung not in just Draco, but all across Remnant from other Tribes, to Inns, and to other Kingdoms.

That was why King Arthur was immortalized with his ancestors and through his death his son picked up the mantle of the Kingdom. Then so on and so forth the Kingdom of Pendragon and the continent of Draco built itself up from the efforts of it's ancestors and grew into a major superpower whilst the other Kingdoms fought among themselves.

This was the uniqueness of this particular myth for it was in fact a living breathing legend that held true to it's name. The myth had become a living breathing clan of people that built a Kingdom through sheer tenacity and their own skill. It wouldn't be much later until the other Kingdoms started to threaten their borders as well, threatening to pull the new fledgling Kingdom into the Great War as well if they did not decide to choose who they would favor in the war.

Which had been the biggest and last mistake the other Kingdoms would ever make.

The 5th decade into the Great War, the King of Pendragon and Ruler of Draco, son of King Arthur, Leonidas Pendragon II, named after his ancestor the Spartan King Leonidas, went to repel the invading forces with naught, but his own power. Unlike his ancestor, Leonidas fought alone against the forces of Vale, Vacuo, Mistral, and Mantle. The technologically advanced Kingdom of Mantle invaded from the air with their newly formed airships. Mistral invaded by sea while both Vale and Vacuo invaded from the south.

It was at that time Leonidas unveiled to the rest of remnant of what shall occur when threatening the continent of Draco and the Kingdom of his beloved family. He acted as the shield that protected his home, family, and friends and he showed it that day when he did the unthinkable. Something many of his family were afraid of him ever doing in battle.

He had unleashed his Aura.

...What had occurred next have left historians to this day baffled. None have been able truly understand what had happened, but it had shaken the whole of Remnant. Citizens of Draco spoke of Leonidas as a man who was the embodiment of the word Power. His aura was strong, nearing the point of oppressive. His skill in battle was said to be unequal to all due to the fact he had the blood of such an esteemed clan flowing through his veins. He was born a Warrior and he showed it that day.

Because the moment he unleashed his aura, the world seemed to shake in fright, it was said that with a single swing of his sword the skies were split annihilating the entire Mantle invasive force. Where had once been the Mistral naval forces was now an endless hole in the ocean. And where both Vale and Vacuo forces had been was now a ravine so wide and deep into the earth that to this day geologists still have yet to figure out how deep it went.

That had been the day Leonidas established Draco and the Kingdom of Pendragon as a true legitimate force to not be reckoned with. A place where both human and Faunus were welcomed and treated equally. A place that the Council of the other Kingdoms held no power over them nor their actions. It had become a legitimate land known far and wide to every corner of the world as the land of true opportunity.

And ruling this land was the family of whom the Kingdom and the whole of Draco swore fealty to. A family, a clan of whom had once been a tribe from a world long gone. However, for as long as they have lived, no matter how far they have existed through the past. They carried the last name of their first ancestor with pride and the symbol for which he stood for.

Gilgamesh Arc, King of Uruk.

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Arc

That was the surname they carried, it was a name they held with pride since the very first King. They upheld the emblem of their first Monarch, two golden crescents overlapping one another in the form of what could have been a barrier or a sign of protection. They bore this emblem upon their flags so that they never forgot their origins and to always honor themselves

However, no one could truly throw the Arc name around without a care in the world. That single word held such amount of weight in the world of Remnant that no one could possibly begin to understand. It was a surname known only in the most inner circles of political power due to the fact that the Royal family of the Kingdom in Draco went by the middle name of Pendragon. The Arc name was simply that, a name with enough power and influence that it demanded the obedience of others when in the presence of one.

And to be in the presence of Arc royalty was said be an otherworldly experience. Something most people either cherished as a great moment in their lives. And for others the most terrifying thing they have ever experienced.

I remember when I first met them, the royal family of Pendragon. I, along with the other Headmasters and headmistresses of our respective academies, along with other political powerful figures were invited to the Kingdom for the yearly celebration for the end of the Great War. It had been a rather extravagant experience, but nonetheless humble in it's nature. The royal family was a strange sort, cheerful and kind to everyone, but underneath that was a lion ready to strike out if angered.

Truly, it was a magnificent yet terrifying experience for me personally when I first met them. The day I first met the 163rd King of the Arc Kingdom of Pendragon. The Son of Leonidas Pendragon Arc II, and father to my student at Beacon Academy, Alexander Pendragon Arc II.

The day when I met Isaac Pendragon Arc, was the day my eyes were truly opened to a world far far beyond my own.

~Excerpt taken from the journal of Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy

The Continent of Draco was a stark contrast to other civilizations on other continents. The reason for this difference was for a number of variable categories. For one, most of the land was mostly just lush grasslands and forests for as far as the eye could see. This made for the land to be incredible fertile for vegetation and habitable for everyone that chose to live there. The second thing was that unlike villages in other continents. There was hamlets that were built all over the land, they were villages created during the pioneer times of when Uther Pendragon Arc first brought the Arc Clan upon the shores of Draco during the olden times. These hamlets soon became small villages and over time expanded into small towns and cities as human and faunus equally migrated to Draco to escape the atrocities and discrimination of the other Kingdoms.

What made this all the more unique was that all these cities were connected with one another as a form of a security web to which was all linked back to the Kingdom. It was a measure of faith the citizens had with their monarch and vice versa. The whole of Draco's inhabitants were loyal to the King and that of his family for their actions in securing them a prosperous life on this continent. And thanks to the technologically advancements they'd made, the cities could all be connected by one world wide communications hub similar to that of the Cross Continental Transmit System or CCTS that the other Kingdoms used to relay information with one another.

However, instead of the system relying on 4 major relay towers, this system the country utilized was the Draco Communications Relay Hub or DCRH. The system was built in a way so that the communications with the rest of the country was never compromised by an outside element. This was done through the one major relay tower inside the Kingdom itself. This tower was connected to the Kingdom's Palace, and it was protected by the highest level of security that only the King himself would be allowed entry. Connected to this tower were cables infused with an electrical composition of dust that was compounded with electricity that was generated from a number of high-end turbines within the Kingdom that produced more than enough electricity to power the whole Draco. It was these cables went off to be connected to various towers around the country which were connected to the cities to give them electricity.

However, unlike these cities which were marvels of ingenuity themselves, it was the Kingdom that was the crown jewel of the country. The whole cities architecture was a mix of being both medieval and advanced in technology similar to that of Atlas. Spanning for miles was a growing metropolis connected with bridges that led out to other parts of the country. The Kingdom was divided up into districts for the Kingdoms financial, agricultural, economical, technological, military, and finally the residential district. Each district having a sole focus for what they were for so that way no one district ever got in the way of the other and allowed for progression to keep going without much trouble.

People were content with that system, but if one were to truly bask in the beauty of this Kingdom than the one place they had look forward to see was the Citadel of the Kingdom itself. Home to the Royal Family of Pendragon, the citadel took on the appearance of an incredibly tall castle that seemed to grasp the Heavens. It was the centerpiece of the Kingdom and it was big in diameter as it was tall. Being built with a vast foundation in mind, the citadel, or castle if you prefer, was incredibly monumental. The architectural design was the same from when it was being built during Uther's time, but over the years it's been remodeled and upgraded to accommodate the advancements in technology.

But at the core, it remained the same, the crown jewel of the Kingdom, a testament to the Arc families tenacity and willpower. It stood as a symbol of power, hope, opportunity, freedom, equality, and so much more. It was a bastion of light in such a cruel and dark world where it seemed the encroaching threat of the Grimm was growing.

And it was in this castle, that a miracle was about to occur.

The miracle of life...

Today was a cause for celebration within the royal family of the Arcs. For them and the most inner personal circles of their friends, tonight was a momentous occasion for all of them. Unknown to the rest of the world, today was the event that would be the birth of a new hope. It was the birth of a new light within the Arc family, a day of where the Kingdom would rejoice once news reached them and the other Kingdoms of Remnant would become wary of what was too come with this development.

For today, on this night, the 24th of December, Christmas Eve, nearing midnight, a child was about to be brought into the world. But it was not just any child, but the sixth child of the King and Queen of Pendragon, Rulers of Draco, and the parents of 5 daughters.

The chambers of the King and Queen were a rather extravagant piece of architecture. Just like the rest of the Pendragon Kingdom and the continent of Draco. Cultural influences from Faunus, human and the Arc families own influences from the past made the interior design of the citadel much more unique than everyday piece of furniture. It was the bed however that was crowded though only a selective few individuals there to bare witness to this event. Persons of interest and with close relations to the King and Queen from earlier times of their own adolescence. The closest friends, brothers and sisters in all, but blood to both the King and Queen were standing around the bed of the monarch. Gazing upon the incredibly exhausted Queen with the King at her side.

And there, held to her bosom in a wrapped up bundle of yellow cloth, was a newborn baby child, a boy. In the right lighting it revealed the boy had a healthy pale white complexion. His blonde hair, short as it was, was just so dark that it seemed to be spun from the sun itself. In contrast to this, the boys eyes creaked open revealing blue orbs that seemed to have been carved from sapphires. His gaze though, while innocent, seemed to also sparkle with a light so precious it seemed to bring a type of warmth to the otherwise dark bed chambers.

He let out a happy gurgle when he looked up into the faces of his parents. His mother Isabelle Arc, Queen of the Crown and mother of now five children. Exhaustion was evident in her expression, but her baby blue eyes shined with all the love she could muster. Her scarlet red hair was a mess, but it mattered little to the woman as she held her bundle of joy. Her pale complexion only highlighted her features in such a way that she seemed to be a picturesque of something divine.

The King leaned down at her side and grinned in such a way one would have wondered if it would really split his face. The man was moderately built in both muscle and height, His complexion was tanned and his beady passionate brown eyes smoldered with unrelenting pride and joy. His dity blonde hair was swept back leaving only a few bangs to come up and his blond beard ran along his jawline and chin, this only seemed to heighten his overall features. Unlike his wife who could only adorn her light blue gown due to the extensive delivery minutes prior the man was dressed in royal raiments of blue, white, black, gold, and red. And hung loosely over his shoulders was a dark blue cape with white fur linings running along the edge.

This man was Alexander Pendragon Arc II, current King of the Pendragon and Ruler of Draco. Loving husband to Isabelle Arc, and father to now 5 beautiful children.

"Isn't he just adorable, dear?" Isabelle spoke causing Alex's grin to simmer down into a smile as he kissed the top of his wifes head before staring down at their newborn child. While he wasn't their first child, he was their firstborn son and that alone enthralled them both. They had always wanted a son, and while they loved their daughters to death they were always hoping for a son next time.

And it seemed their prayers had been answered.

"He sure is dear..." he said before he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked over his shoulder to see both Taiyang Xiao Long and Qrow Branwen. His two brothers in all, but blood. A friendship that started out as mere teenagers when they first entered Beacon Academy had turned the three into brothers that would give their lives for the other in a heartbeat.

Taiyang was a well built man for his age of 23, being the kind of huntsman that he was the blond haired man had the physique of a martial artist. His facial features crinkled as a grin spread across his face with the beginnings of a soul patch formed just below is underlip. His lilac eyes seemed to sparkle in hidden mischief, yet there was a substantial amount of amusement there as well. Taiyang wore black shoes, brown pants with a dark brown belt. He also wore a brown leather vest over a white dress shirtwith the right sleeve cut off revealing a heart-shaped tattoo. On his left arm was a orange bandanna; entirely on his right armor though he wore a metal spaulder, a leather vambrace, and a finger-less brown glove.

"Alex my man, congratulations and to you as well Isabelle, we all know how long both of you have been wanting this." Taiyang said getting a chortle from the King while Isabelle simply smiled at her friend.

"You got that right, and just by looking at the kid I can already tell he's gonna be breaking some hearts like you did in Beacon, Alex." spoke Qrow. The younger Branwen was a rather crude yet mischievous fellow. He had dark spiky hair and ruby red eyes that only seemed to gleam when he met Alex's now annoyed gaze. He wore a black and red cape while he adorned a crooked cross-shaped necklace. He wore a gray dressed shit with a long coat-tail, black dress pants and black shoes. Unlike Taiyang, Qrow had the physique of a runner or swimmer, a huntsman whose body was built for both speed, power, and precision with all equal measure. Lithe, but strong muscle tone that belied a certain form of power under that deceptively thin frame.

Seeing Alex's annoyed expression, Qrow's grin widened as he looked over the newborn boy. "Oh come now, you can't tell me I'm wrong here ya know! Just look at the kid! He's gonna be beaten them girls off with a stick before he even reaches 13! Tell ya what, I'll teach the kid on how to be a proper gentlemen! When he gets of age!" he said just before he looked over at Isabelle.

And his blood instantly froze when he saw her usual warm blue eyes now two frigid glaciers that stared through his very soul. Leaving him rooted in place, her sickly sweet smile chilled the very marrow in his bones as she spoke.

"If you try to corrupt my baby boy Qrow, I'll make due on that threat on making you into a woman. And I'm sure Raven will make due on that, won't you sis?" she said turning her gaze to the woman who was leaning against the bed pole beside Qrow. Raven Branwen, one of the two women Alex and her had befriended at Beacon Academy years ago. A sister in everything, but blood. Rough and complex as she was, Isabelle understood and loved her all the same.

In response Raven simply slapped the back of Qrow's head. "Ow!" She ignored her brothers cry as she stood up to stand beside Isabelle's bedside.

In the lighting, an incredibly beautiful and exotic woman stood before the Queen. She, like her younger twin brother Qrow, had dark spiky hair, but her's reached down past her waist. Her red eyes seemed to be two pools of blood, but unlike most times when those eyes were beyond the point of cold and were simply the eyes of death itself, in this small moment there was a certain level of warmth there as she looked from Isabelle to the child in her arms. The woman was built strong, there was no denying that. Her body, her presence, everything about her screamed and defined the term Huntress. Everything about her screamed dangerous, but even in that, the baby boy's wanderous eyes looked at her with naught but childish innocence.

She wore a shallow cut black dress with five necklaces with an assortment of beads. She wore a red-girdle belt and a matching pair of red gauntlets; in addition to that she also wore thigh-length boots with a red splatter pattern.

All in all this woman, Raven Branwen was a fearsome woman to behold, in both beauty and terror in equal measure. She gave off such a vibe without even trying, but it did nothing to both Isabelle or Alex, and surprisingly the little newborn babe didn't even seem to be affected by her either.

Raven's eyes trained on Isabelle as Qrow rubbed the spot where she'd smacked him. "I'd be more than willing to punish my foolish little brother Isabelle. Just say the word and it will be done." she said getting a giggle out of the Queen while both Alex and Taiyang winced in sympathy for Qrow. The man in question only seemed to pale considerably, especially since he knew his older and very scary sister would make due on that threat.

He'd seen her do it multiple times at Beacon Academy...

He could still hear the screams.

Then in a whirlwind of speed, another woman got between Raven and Isabelle. Her silver eyes going full on star mode as her moderately long black and red hair fell around her neck and past her wide expressive grin. The woman was cloaked in a full body white cape with a hood that was left down as she looked down at the miracle in Isabelle's arms.

"Awww~ He's so cute Isabelle, can I hold him? Please?! Please pleasepleasplease!" the woman was literally vibrating where she stood getting a shake of the head from Raven, but Isabelle simply smiled at the woman. This woman was none other than Summer Rose, another of both Alex and Isabelle's best of friends and the queens other sister in everything, but blood. Though if you had to compare the two Raven would be the cool, if a bit dark one while Summer was the cheery upbeat one though she was also the equivalent of a puppy or a hamster on a sugar rush.

Isabelle didn't even need to think as she trusted Summer, hell she trusted everyone in this room beyond a shadow of a doubt. "Of course dear." Nothing needed to be said as she gently moved her baby boy to Summer's arms who quickly calmed down. A nervousness quickly took hold as she was handed something so small and yet something so heavy in a sense of how much of a miracle this child was.

"I...I've never held something so...so beautiful." she said getting a smile from the parents of the boy. Looking down in the deep blues of the boy Summer smiled, "Hey there little guy, I'm auntie Summer, aren't you just the cutest little thing." she said, letting her finger play with his tiny hands. His tiny hands responded as his right clenched around her finger and she let out a giggle when he smiled at her.

"Gaa~" the little boy let out a happy gurgle as he looked up at Summer. The woman couldn't help the flush coloring her cheeks. The boy was just too cute.

'Qrow may have a point...' Summer thought in slight amusement.

Feeling a slight presence over her shoulder she grinned and looked to see a curious glance from Raven, but before the dark haired woman could recover from being caught Summer was quick to come up to her with a smile that defined the term "The cat that ate the canary". "Now now don't be shy Raven, you wanna hold him? C'mon I know you do~" she said getting Raven to hesitate before she looked to Isabelle and Alex. Both simply chuckled and gave her a nod.

With that acceptance, Raven let Summer put the boy in her arms, being as tender as she could be, surprised that she herself could be so gentle, she looked from Summer to the little newborn. She stood there frozen as she looked at the boy and the weight in her arms seemed to grow immeasurably as her more rational mind truly began to understand the importance of whom she was holding in her arms.

"He's...he's very heavy, Isabelle." Raven said to which the Queen and King smiled a little in both mirth, yet a little bit of apprehension as well. Everyone in that room knew what Raven meant by that. This was a boy of whom by right of Arc family inheritance was to be the next King of the most powerful Kingdom in Remnant. A Prince by all rights, a boy like his older sisters before him, had the blood of countless Heroes and Legends running through his veins. By all rights, everyone in that room was the first to experience a new page of history.

And Raven understood that which was why she felt the metaphoric weight of the baby boy increase in her arms. Being a woman who valued strength above all else, she came to respect Isabelle and Alex for their talent and capability as warriors on the battlefield. She could say without any sort of hesitance that Alex or Isabelle could best in her battle if it really came down to it. That had been how Isabelle and the elder Branwen had become friends. It was through their first sparring match at Beacon that their friendship was made.

She knew the strength of these two all too well. She knew the power they held as Huntsman and Huntress. She had seen the power they held at their beck and call from the Kingdom of Pendragon. Such a force, with their own skill in addition to their bloodline and heritage made them a force to be reckoned with.

And all of that was accumulated in this small child. All that innate talent, natural born skill, the blood of a legendary legacy running through his veins. The responsibility he would have to bare, the duty he would have to uphold against all that would threaten such a thing.

Raven couldn't stop the shiver that ran down her spine.

'My responsibilities as Chieftain for my own tribe can't even compare...' that thought in mind the black haired woman looked down at the boy. Blood red met sapphire, a battle of wills that lasted for a good few seconds.

…

Then the battle was won.

"Tsk..." Raven glanced away, a shade of pink dusting her cheeks. There was simply no way she could keep it going. Staring into those deep blue innocent eyes was just too much to the dangerous Huntress. Where other men and women would have cowed with so much as a glance from her, this boy took it in stride as if it meant nothing. Hell he was smiling at her as if she was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.

It honestly warmed her heart a little.

Quickly she handed the newborn back to an amused Isabelle who along with Summer had seen the interaction and judging from the expressions on their faces. They would not be letting her live this down.

She could vaguely see her reputation flying out the window right now.

"Well I'll be damned, the kid can even make sis back down." Qrow said before he and Taiyang, who grumbled a bit, pulled out a couple hundred lien each before handing it the awaiting hand of Alex whose shit-eating grin only seemed to mock the two.

"You guys should have learned by now, don't bet against an Arc." he said before he let out a yelp when Isabelle's free hand reached out to pulled on his ear. "Ow! Dear! That's hurts! Let go!" his whimpers only made the woman smirk before looking to both the amused Summer and Raven.

"And that sisters, is how you keep a man in line. Now love, save the shenanigans for later, yes?" Alex was all too quick to give her a nod just so she would stop pulling his ear.

But to add incentive she twisted his ear and yanked.

"YEOWCH!"

"Do you understand, husband?"

"Yes! Yes! I get it! I get it! Save the profiting exploits on our children for later! I get it my sweet beloved angel!" Alex was nearly crying at this point, and finally Isabelle released him causing the great and powerful King to let out a sigh of relief. Rubbing his swollen, and throbbing red ear with, he ignored the grins from Taiyang and Qrow before he looked to his son.

And the little boy could only respond when he saw his fathers face scrunched up.

"Gagah!" the little babe smiled and gurgled out a laugh of pure innocence. Blue eyes twinkled in unadulterated joy to which the King's brow twitched in annoyance.

"Oh you're just finding this whole thing funny aren't you boy?" he grumbled and as he did Taiyang decided to speak.

"I gotta say Alex, Isabelle, your kid is beautiful, but have you decided on a name?" he said to which Alex stopped his grumbling before looking to his wife. Isabelle merely met his gaze before the two smiled softly. Looking to their little bundle of joy they could only think of one name.

"His name will be...Jaune, Jaune Arc." Alexander said to which most of them gave a smile to, or in Raven's case the smallest of one.

"That's a beautiful name." Summer commented.

Isabelle chuckled. "Indeed, but now there is something I would like to ask all of you here. Something that's very important to not only us, but to our little Jaune as well." she said getting everyone's attention.

Alexander spoke up this time, his expression crinkling into a soft grin as he looked upon the faces of his closest friends. "Isabelle and I have been thinking about this for awhile now. You, Team STRQ are our closest thing to a family outside of our own. You've all been there for our daughters when they needed advice, and all those times we couldn't help but ask ourselves. Why haven't we just made you all apart of the family? Officially by Arc law to make an outsider apart of the family requires a ton of ceremonial events, of which I'm sure none of you want to go through. So instead Isabelle and I have decided." at this his loving wife looked at all his friends and smiled in such a way that it almost seemed angelic.

"Summer Rose, Taiyang Xiao Long, Raven Branwen, Qrow Branwen, will you four do us the honor of becoming Jaune Arc's God family?" the Queen spoke. The words that would forever tie the fates of countless lives together into a seamless woven tapestry of trust, faith, parenthood, love, friendship, and so much more.

The King and Queen were not disappointed by their reactions. Wide eyes and mouths agape by all four of them, though in Raven's case her eyes only seemed widen by a fraction and the parting of her lips symbolized her own shock on the matter. Nonetheless the two chuckled when all four seemed top stunned to react by their decision.

"Oh come now you four, can you really be surprised by us asking you of this? I think we're all a bit beyond the point of best friends. You four are like family to us, in everything but blood we are bound as one. We have trained together at Beacon. We have experienced loss and gain together as friends. We have shed blood for one another on the battlefield. At this point you four are family to us. So, what say you four? Will you do us this honor?" Alex said causing their shock to dissipate for the most part.

Raven, surprisingly, was the first too speak. " I..." There was so much she wanted to say at that moment. She had a responsibility to her tribe, or as much as she wanted to believe she had, but in reality the prospect of being this one child's God-Parent scared her just because the child was the firstborn son of the Pendragon Kingdom. He was destined to take up the throne in the future, to be the ruler of the most powerful human force in Remnants history. The child of whom carried such a huge responsibility and burden that not even she could compare.

And this child was to be her god-child? Could she even raise such a boy without doing something that would influence the future of not only his life, but all of Remnant as well?

On one hand her logical mind thought about it. 'This could be a very big mistake. You're Raven Branwen, you're not a very reputable person. Even in Beacon Academy students and teachers alike were petrified of you. Your outlook on life could very well change this boy's as well, and in turn could change Remnant as well. Think about this...'

But in her heart, she remembered all the times she shared with Isabelle and Alex. They were best friends outside of Summer and Taiyang. Qrow was her annoying little brother, but he was still family. Isabelle and Alex had been there for her along with her Team when everyone seemed to be against her. When they whispered behind her back, Isabelle and Alex were there to stem the tide and push them back. She could still remember Alex storming into Ozpin's office and getting into an argument with the Headmaster over what the students were saying about her. She could even remember him getting into a fight with James Ironwood for slandering her.

James still suffered phantom pains after the mangling Alex gave him, or at least from what she heard.

'And besides, Isabelle and Alex trust you enough with such a responsibility. Think about it, they are trusting you with the well-being of their firstborn son. The Prince, the future King and Ruler of Draco to you and your team. Can you really pass down such an opportunity, especially when they are placing so much faith in you?'

…

No she really couldn't.

Everyone in the room was surprised when Raven's expression stilled before a true smile spread across her face. Slowly she bowed her head to the King and Queen before coming back up.

''I would be honored, Isabella Arc, Alexander P. Arc. Rest assured I, no, we are completely willing to take on this responsibility." she said just before Summer came up to her side, smiling at the two parents with all the joy she could muster.

"Agreed, besides I've always wanted a little nephew to spoil rotten." she said causing the Queen to giggle at Summer's expression. Summer's was fully and willing to along with the decision, if her expression was anything to go by.

Then Qrow joined his sister as he scratched his head. "Not like I'll say no, especially since sis here said yeah. Besides, there's so many stories I can tell the boy, even the more embarrassing ones about his parents~" he said with a grin which got a glare from Alex that just said "You wouldn't dare!"

Finally Taiyang just walked up and put his arms over his teammates and let loose a wide grin. Ignoring the frown from his display he spoke. "And you can believe I'll do it. Besides, I've always wanted to be a father and being Jaune's Godfather is the closest I think I'll ever get for now. Besides, if he's anything like you Alex than I can teach himabout martial arts." he said causing the King to chuckle.

The Queen simply smiled at her friends, her best and closest of friends in her life. Then she looked down at her and Alex baby boy before slowly reaching him out to their eyes. Isabelle's eyes teared up until they trailed down from her eyes. Smiling to all of them in such a way that it truly seemed as if she were an angel.

"I am grateful to you four, you...you have no idea what this means to us. Thank you...thank you so much!" she said as the little Jaune looked up at them all with a curious expression just before his face stretched into one full of innocent joy and happiness.

The team simply smiled before Summer and Raven came up to Isabelle and pulled her into a hug whilst Qrow and Taiyang shared a glance with Alexander and the three smiled at once.

The message was clear.

"Brothers, thank you."

Tonight was a night no one in that room would ever forget.

This night was a good night. A night that would not only be recorded in history as the night when Jaune Pendragon Arc, Prince of the Pendragon Kingdom was born. It was not just the night the inheritor of Draco had been born. It was not just the night of when the Paladin was born.

It was the night that Jaune Arc's existence would change the foundation of Remnant.

But as the saying goes...

One small piece at a time.

End of the Prelude.

Okay, so that's the prelude. Tell me what ya think in the reviews.

In this story Jaune was born 1 year before Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, and Weiss Schnee. So by the time cannon rolls around he'll be 18 while everyone else remains the same age.

Other than that, I'll leave you all in the dark about what's gonna happen.

I'll be leaving links of descriptions of Jaune's parents on my profile for those curious to their appearance.

With that said,

Ja'ne!