Okay, I know this probably isn't a good idea running three stories, but hey, the challenge will be worth while. Enjoy this set up for a new story, one that starts before the first volume of RWBY.

Knight's Rise

Prolouge

"Our world, the world of Remnant has many tales. In fact, one can say that the modern culture of Remnant has been built by these tales. The ones that have had the biggest impact are the The Tale of the Two Brothers, The Tale of the Maidens, and The Tale of the Knight. The Knight from that particular fairy tale is real, just as other fairy tale figures exist, even if they are no longer the same being. Now watch as I tell you the tale of the one of the last Knights of Seasons for generations. After all, every process must come to an end when it is no longer needed, or it is broken, just as a year ends, so do many tales."

There was a village that flourished, something that surprised the rest of the world. They had built a new city on the continent that housed the Grimlands, something that the city councils across the four kingdoms strongly argued against. After the city was built, Atlas supplied the city with defenses, Vale supplied the city with any spare food they had, Mistral supplied the city with raw materials, and Vacuo gave the city an aid in income, soon enough the city flourished. However, like all cities outside the main walls of the kingdom capitals, the Grimm became a consistent threat. Yet the city was remaining calm, if only thanks to the large amount of huntsmen and huntresses that chose to live in the city. As a result a fifth academy was built in the city of Shadow Watch. Like the kingdoms of the past, its light eventually flickered out and died.

The alarms blared, a mysterious creature of Grimm and managed to place a large hole in the city walls, and now the people were in fear as Grimm of all kinds flooded the city walls. The huntsmen and huntresses were doing their best to handle the Grimm as people ran to the escape craft that had just arrived no more than a week ago from Atlas. It seemed that for every Grimm they killed, gods knew how many took their place.

A lone woman with a sword slung over her shoulder was running away from the conflict area, a small child cradled in her arms. Her husband by now was without a doubt dead, ripped apart, limb from limb by the Grimm. She rounded a corner and stopped moving, when she reached the lifeboats last one had already taken off, leaving her devastated. She looked at her child, who lay asleep in her arms, unaware of the death going around him. Steeling herself she ran for the hidden passage that her husband's great grandfather had made She ran passed so many places that she had enjoyed visiting, the bakery where her parents went to get bread the nights they cooked, the house she had grown up, and the one she wanted her own child to be raised in, but the Grimm would never let that happen. She ran into the house her husbands family had built some many years ago. She turned around and locked the door behind her. Upon doing that she ran to the basement, placed her back to the wall, and began to slid down against it, crying. Her child placed in her arms, she sobbed, she would never hear his first words, see his first steps. She took the locate around her neck, and carefully unclasped it, placing it in his cradle. She gently kissed her sleeping child's forehead and placed a spell on him, her semblance giving her that ability. It would let him stay alive for at least a month, completely invisible to the Grimm, lest a human touch him. She placed him in a small raft and set outwards towards a chance of survival. She shed more tears just as the door began to be bashed by something on the other side. She turned and drew her sword, ready to die for her child.

The door collapsed and a Beowolf ran through the new opening, only to meet its end when it ran face first into a sword swipe. She quickly situated herself, ready for the next Grimm, yet instead came a human, he had a rather long ponytail and was dress in a open white shirt and white pants with brown utility belts. He saw her, grew a smirk, and then rushed her with blinding speeds. She never saw the two pairs of twin blades on each of his wrists, not until it was too late. She fell to the floor, blood seeping from her wounds, staring down the water path she had sent her child down. The last thing she felt was the man leap onto her and viciously impale her with his blades, after that, everything ended for her.

A figure in a large suit of white armor stood upon a cliff watching as the destruction came upon the city. The Grimm had killed all that remained, and her agent was leading them. He shook his head and walked away, he had thought, but he had thought wrong.