Thanks for showing interest in my story. First off I would like to say this will be updated depending on its popularity. So if it totally sucks with the first few chapters I'll put it on hold until enough people ask for it to continue. Anyways lets get on with the story.

Prologue:

I fell to the dirt for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. I could feel the aches of my bones and bruises screaming at me to stop, to give up. A large hand grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and lifted me from the ground. I stared into the mans blue eyes. Blond hair sticking to his forehead from the current downpour of rain.

My father held a angry expression as he dragged me back to the house. "You really are a little kid, by now I had already killed my first beowolf!" Once again I felt ashamed. I had always wanted to be a hunter, a hero who saved everyone for being brave and strong. So far neither of those things have show. My father and I practiced for days, trying to unlock my potential. But alas, it never came. Instead I was knocked down to the dirt every. single. time by my father. I looked up to his face again. All I could see through the rain was a man who was angry.

A man who was disappointed to have a worthless son. As we approached the house I could see the lights glowing through the windows along with the silhouettes of my family. We crashed through the door as I toppled to the floor. My mother ran to my side and helped me up. Each of my bones screaming in agony as I stood. Blood trickled from my elbows and knees after landing hard on the rock outside. My seven sisters watched as my father stared at me in rage.

"He is ten years old, he still hasn't shown any signs of skill whatsoever!" My mother turned to him with tears in her eyes and a pained expression on her face. "He is just a child John! He doesn't even have his aura unlocked! How do you expect him to match you in a fight!" John walked over to the wall and pulled of Crocea Mors off the wall and held it in front of my face. "This was used by your grandfather, he said if you can pick it up, then your are an Arc!" He dropped the sheathe/sword onto the ground and waited for me to pick it up. My fingers slowly gripped the sword.

I used all the strength I could muster and tried to lift it. But to no avail I couldn't, The blade clattered to the ground. My father huffed and picked it up then placed it back on the wall. "You are no son of mine, YOU ARE NOT AN ARC!" I bowed my head in shame. Before my mother or sisters could reply I ran for the front door and slammed it open. As I ran from the house I could hear my mother yelling my name along with my sisters. I didn't care anymore, My own father dis honed me.

I kept running until I couldn't run anymore. Eventually I found myself in the forest next to a small outcropping of rock and a cave. My legs and lungs felt like they were on fire as I slowly made my way into the cave. Inside there was a small mattress along with pots and pans laying about. Rags and clothes hung atop a rope that looked damp slightly. A large knife sat in the corner. The blade was black and red with markings down the handle. I brought my hand to touch it, I could have sworn it was calling to me. Before my hand could reach it rocks tumbled from the opening.

I spun and saw a man in black standing by the entrance. His face was covered by a white mask with red markings. The man walked over to me and set down his sword then knelled down. "So, what brings you here little guy?" I blinked a few times looking into the eye slits for his eyes. From what I could tell they were red, matching his clothing. "M-my dad told me to leave..." The man tilted his head as he looked at me. "You look like you have been through hell, you said your father right?"

I nodded in response. My blonde hair stuck to my forehead from the rain and sweat. "Whats your name little guy?" The mans voice sounded caring, like how a father should speak to his children. "J-jaune arc.. sir.." The man held his hand out for me to shake. I reluctantly did. His grip felt firm but not enough to hurt me. "Well Jaune, my name is scar. I believe we are going to have a good friendship."

four years later

I swung my sword at scar trying to hit hi stomach. As expected he blocked. I spun dragging my blade against his, once I finished my fully spin i swung at his leg making him jump back. I pressed my attack by sending a diagonal swing at him. He blocked and pressed against me. I pressed back holding my ground. Scar laughed slightly and shook his head as our blades pushed against each other. "Your getting, good kid. Keep it up and you might beat me." I smiled slightly showing my gritted teeth. "Yeah, maybe." I pushed off and rolled to the side sending another slash to his legs making him up up into the air.

I spun my blade in hand to a reversed grip and swung at him. Even I could tell he was impressed through his mask. My sword collided with his arm and left a long cut down the side. Scar slide back and looked at me then to his new cut. I got into a defensive stance waiting for his next attack. Purple aura started to glow from his sword along with his cut. I could see the cut slowly heal then stop glowing. Scar looked up to me and brought his sword around to attack. I waited for a second confused. 'How is he gonna hit me?' As I finished my thought Scar jumped forward at lightning speeds.

Within a second he was in front of me. I had barely enough time to react to his purple blade that was now swinging from my throat. I was able to block the attack but I could feel the strain on my own sword. With one swift motion the purple blade sliced through mine, cutting it in half. I tried to jump back but was cut by his sword across my cheek. A foot landed in my stomach sending me flying back into a tree making leaves fall to the ground. I slumped down and let out a groan.

Scar's blade returned to its normal state as he sheathed it. I looked down to my now broken sword. The top half of the sword was cut clean off, sending large cracks down the rest of the blade. I rested my head against the tree and sighed. Scar walked up to me and placed his hands on his hips. "Done already kid?" He laughed as I rubbed my cheek. "Well, you kinda sliced my sword in two so, yeah kinda." He reached down and pulled me up to my feet. "Just because you lost your weapon, doesn't mean you should stop fighting. How about this, one day I'll teach you hand to hand combat. Sound good?" I nodded in response. "It does sound helpful."

Scar nodded and held up a finger. "Wait here. I think you are ready." Before I could ask what I was ready for he walked off towards our little tree house. I wiped the blood from my cheek and looked at it. That raised a question. 'Why hasn't he unlocked my aura? Unless that's what he is doing now.' The door to our tree house opened as Scar walked out. In his hand was the same red dagger from four years ago. He held it up in both hands. "Thought I got rid of it huh?" I looked up at him and nodded.

He smiled and brought it into his right hand. "I had to hide it after we started to train. Didn't want to spoil the surprise ya know." He pressed a button on the handle causing the top half of the blade to extend into a long sword. It held the same red designs as the rest of the sword. He swung it around a few times then looked to me. "This sword is special, it was made along time ago by an old black smith. Said blacksmith, infused the sword with aura so it would take the appearance of its wielder."

Scar clicked the button again making the sword turn back into a dagger. He looked to me. "This blade helped me through some tough times. Now, I bestow it apon you." He handed me the dagger. I slowly wrapped my fingers around the handle and took it into my hands. I rotated it in my hands getting a feel for it. The dagger/sword felt light even though its length when its fully extended. I extended the rest of the sword with a loud click. I did a few practice swings then turned to Scar. His arms were crossed over his chest, but I could tell he was smiling. "It fits you Jaune, I just hope it will bring you the strength it brought me."

He pulled out a small sheathe the looked like it would fit my new dagger. I grabbed it and set it on the left of my hip. Next I slowly slid the dagger into its new home. Once it was fully sheathed I looked up to Scar. He stared at me for a second then patted my shoulder. "Tomorrow, lets work on aura. What do ya say?" I nodded enthusiastically causing him to laugh. "Come on we got to go into town really quick." I nodded and grabbed my jacket.

As we entered town Scar pulled his hood over his face. He always had to do this so people wouldn't stare or call anyone. We made our way up the main street. The town was pretty small, shops lined the streets each selling varying goods. This town was a few miles from vale just outside its city border. So, that meant that the town had to fend off Grimm and thugs by themselves. The "protectors" were just a bunch of mercenaries for hire.

We turned down a alley next to some dust shops. The alley like most alleys was trashed, bunch of stuff that would be in an alley. As we walked I could see that people were living there. Mattresses and clothes scattered about. A few pots and cans of food littering a corner. The smell was unbelievable, it was like the food had been rotting for weeks. Alcohol also played a part into the stench.

I nearly bumped into Scar when he suddenly stopped in front of a door. He did a series of knocks on said door, the sounds echoed through the alley. A few locks clicked as the door swung open to reveal a large man in a white suit. He had orange hair and a cane along with a hat that looked ridiculous. "Ah! Glad to see you Scar!" The man looked to me and frowned. "Who's the blonde?" I furrowed my brow and stepped forward. Scar's hand stopped me then dropped a bag of Lien onto my hand. He turned his head to me and whispered. "Go get what we talked about, meet me here in thirty, alright?" I nodded and glanced at the ginger one more time. He waved and gave a smile back. I flipped him off and walked back down the alley.

The door to the dust shop rang as I entered. The owner walked out from the back and smiled. "Well hello! Welcome to the dustiest place in town!" She giggled a little at the end. I nodded and thanked her. She looked pretty young, in her twenties at least. A white vest covered her chest with matching black pants. Purple hair covered her left eye which was also purple. "If you need anything, just ask." I nodded and walked over to the side and checked the dust containers. After I spotted the crystal I was looking for I walked to the front and pressed the little bell on the desk.

The owner came around the corner and smiled. "Found what you need?" I nodded and walked back over to the crystal. The lady followed and smiled. "Ooh, we just a new batch of these in this week. Very pricey ya know." She began to unlock the case as a man in white and black walked in. He had a white mask over his eyes. Dog ears poked out of his hair that were a matching color. The man walked over to one of the dust cabinets and started to rub his finger over the glass. By now the owner had pulled the crystal out and walked back over to the desk not seeing the man.

As she packed the crystal into a black box the man pulled out a gun and smashed the glass box. The owner looked up and frowned. "Hey! Stop doing that!" The man turned to her and pointed his gun. "Or what? I'm the one with the gun." Just before he could fire I pulled my dagger from its sheathe and sliced the man's hand off then tripped him. After he collided with the floor I stomped my foot onto his face knocking him out. "Are you alright?" Before she could respond an explosions sounded from out side. My eyes went wide after seeing more guys like the one below me run out of the buildings.

I extended the full blade and ran out of the shop right into the mob of people. Now that I was outside I could see bullheads hovering above the town. More men were pooling out of them. I turned around to see the owner run out with two daggers. She nodded to me and ran off. Another explosion erupted from the other side of town causing people to run away.

Scar jumped of the top of a building and landed down the street. He sliced through a few white fang members and ran up to me. His hood was off showing his mask that now had a large slice through the right side. He slid to a stop in front of me. "Are you okay kid? We need to go now." He grabbed my arm and started pulling me away from the battle. I saw a few fang start to chase after us with large smiled on their faces. I turned to Scar with a worried expression. "What is going on? Why are they here of all places?" Scar didn't answer, instead turned us down an alley and into a nearby door.

The door slammed behind us as we entered the abandoned store. I turned to Scar who was propping himself of against the wall. "What's going on out there? Why are the fang here all of a sudden?" Scar stood up and pulled his sword from its sheathe then walked over to me. "They are after me, I took something from them a long time ago. You need to run and get out of the city, I'll buy you time." He turned to walk away but stopped after I grabbed his arm. He slowly turned to me, I could see his red eye through the slit of his mask. "Let me help, we can get out together!" He shook my arm off and looked down. "Jaune, you don't even have your aura unlocked. Even if you did it wouldn't be enough."

With that he walked out of the shop and into the street. He looked back to me one last time before running off down the street. The door behind me busted open revealing three white fang grunts. Each had a sword and a huge smile. "Where did he go boy? Tell us and we might let you go.." The first one walked up to me and reached over to grab my shoulder. With lightning speed I shoved my dagger into his stomach. His face went wide with horror. I extended the rest of the blade making it slice through the rest of his body and poke out his back.

Next I grabbed his sword and threw it right into the heart of another grunt. The last man charged forward and extended his sword arm. I pulled my sword from the first grunt's body and spun past his attack. before he could react I shoved my blade through his armpit right into his chest. The man let out a grunt then slowly slid off my blade. He landed with a loud thump on the wood floor. I stared at the blood pooling around the three men with a blank expression. I knew what they had done to innocent people, so I showed no remorse. A loud bang sounded through the shop followed by a blinding white light. The floor shook along with the walls. Then, everything went black.

I awoke sometime later, rain had started to pour over the ruined house that was collapsed on top of me. I pushed a large wood beam away from me that had collapsed. With a grunt I stood and looked around. Most of the buildings around me had collapsed as well. Singe marks covered the wood as well as the floor. I reached down and pulled my dagger from the wood work and headed towards the town square where the explosion erupted from.

As I approached I could see that there were white fang bodies mixed with civilian ones. The girl from earlier was sprawled out on the ground with a sword through her stomach. I crouched down and closed her eyes, when I did I saw a smile on her face. For a moment I stared, not understanding why she was smiling. 'Was she, happy to die?' A cough echoed through the empty streets. I stood up and ran to the square. My eyes went wide with horror at the sight.

Scar was laying on the ground, a large gash went from his waist to the right shoulder. His mask had a large piece missing from the right side, it reached from his chin to halfway up his cheek. Blood had pooled around him and dripped from the steps. I crouched next to him and cradled his head in my arms. His eyes slowly opened and focused on me. "H-hey kid...I thought I told you, to run." He coughed causing blood to drip from his exposed lip. I shook my head as tears rolled down my face. "Don't cry Jaune, death is a natural thing in life." My tears mixed with the rain as they landed on his mask. "Aren't you afraid of dying!?" I yelled out. I could feel myself crumbling from the though of losing another family.

"No, because I was able to save you." My eyes shot open and locked with his. I could see the corner of his lips curl into a smile. "I sacrificed myself, to save you because I wanted to give you something I never had. A family to count on." He coughed again and cringed." After hearing that your family had abandoned you, I couldn't just leave you to die alone. I wanted to make you strong and able to protect yourself, that's why I never unlocked your aura, because you needed to know how to live without it. See how far you've come without it. That's what I wanted." His hand came up to my cheek and started to glow purple.

I could feel his aura spread throughout me. It felt warm and welcoming, almost as if he was touching my soul. Soon after my own white aura started to glow bright, engulfing both of us. After it died down Scar brought his hand back down and pulled off his mask revealing his face. He had a long scar crossing his features that went from the left of his chin to the right of forehead. Small scars covered the rest of his face. Blood covered his chin and lips. "I never told you my name kid." He coughed causing blood to dribble down his chin. I shook my head. "No tell me later when we get out of here."

He laughed and shook his head slowly. "I'm not getting out of here Jaune, you have to go and survive." Scar pulled dog tags from his neck and handed them to me. Once I took them into my hands he smiled and closed his eyes. His head titled to the side as his hands went limp. I shook my head and yelled out to no one. My aura flared as white knight like armor started to cover every inch of my body. I let breathed in a huge breath then looked down. I looked at my arms that were covered in the armor. I closed my eyes and let my armor slowly fade away. I opened up my hand and looked down at the dog tags in my hand. I read them slowly. "Isaac." I read out loud to no one.

I grabbed his mask and placed it on my face then picked up his body and carried it through the town. My knight armor covered my body again as I walked. Small white flames flickered from my armor, lifting up into the air then disappearing. I looked down to Isaac's body. The white flames crawled over the right side of his body, making the blood and cuts disappear. I let out a sigh and continued walking. On the way out I found his now broken sword and picked it up.

I poured the last of the dirt onto Isaac's grave. I stuck the shovel into the ground next to the gave and grabbed his swords sheathe. I slowly pulled his sword from its home and looked at it. The blade was cracked and split in half. I walked over to the front of the grave and stabbed it into the soft mud. Next I placed his dog tags onto the hilt. I let out a sigh and pulled my hood over my head and walked off, mud sloshing under my combat boots.

Chapter end

And that's a wrap. Sorry if it kinda seemed all over the place, I just wanted to get the back story out of the way. Now we get into the real story next chapter.