This story is currently set 1 year before the events of RWBY volume 1 in Grimm territory
Amah Faysam
Assassination is one of the highest forms of public service. Yet in a world where monsters swarm over the slightest emotion and humanity dwindles in number, it is easily looked upon as an act of evil.
The Templar's had taken advantage of that a few years back. After my brotherhood killed Head-Templar Angus in broad daylight, they labeled the assassins as murderers and continued to rise in the political latter. Now the Templar's have seemingly unlimited resources and manpower.
The Assassins now move through Grimm territory like a shadow. If the Templar's were to find them, they would swarm over the Assassins like an army of Grimm on the most emotional teenager ever. We just had to keep moving.
Those thoughts were not Mentor-Amah Faysam's immediate concern however. Amah sat in lotus position inside his Command tent staring at the artifact which lay on a long brown blanket. It was a golden broadsword of all things. The most dangerous broadsword known to man. The majority of it was a very shiny gold color. The parts that weren't where the handle which had a black/gold candy cane pattern on it and the 3 red gemstones on the end and to the sides of the hilt. This sword emitted energy that was not dust, nor any technology that mankind had invented.
Found in an ancient underground vault, the sword had started its reign of terror as soon as someone touched it. At first touch it temporarily consumes your aura but the sword gains the ability to cut through anything. It also gives the wielder enhanced speed, strength, and endurance. However, continued use of it's awesome abilities have consequences such as extreme physical stress, blackened skin, a variety of illnesses, and even the sword itself talking to you. Yes, when someone touches the sword it is able to telepathically communicate with that person. Or so the people who have touched it claim. The sword has given itself a name. 336.
336 is a high-value target for the Templar's. They see it as a symbol of power given to them by an ancient race. Promised victory.
Amah saw so such thing. The sword was powerful yes but it was also a threat. Put more than aura into it and you go insane or you behavior starts changing drastically. He didn't dare find out what happens when you put all of yourself into that sword. Amah didn't care if it could cut through a Nevermore like a hot knife through butter. It was a threat to anyone who used it. So. How should he hide it?
336
Comon. Just grab my handle Amah. You know you want to.
336, at that moment, 336 wished that Amah could hear him. It would be much easier to get out. But apparently he was intimidating, powerful, and dangerous. Actually, that's all true. Why was he taking offence to it? It was awesome to have this much power. In fact, everyone he touched went insane... which may have been on purpose. But they weren't important. Right? Nah. There were only 4 people that mattered in this entire world. One of which was himself.
Despite being stuck in a golden sword, 336 could still see out. It was what had kept him relatively sane so far. If he went blind then he didn't know what he'd do. Of course he couldn't go blind since he wasn't organic, But it was still a scary thought.
336 saw Amah get up and head for the door of the tent they where in.
Yeah ok! Just go and have fun without me!
One of the worst things was not being able to communicate with people. Well. The people outside the sword. There were around 20 or so other's here as well. He'd just mentally blocked them all out by shutting a door.
And then, past 336's door and down a hallway, there was HIM.
He was defiantly not going down there. Maybe one of the red orbs has a way to delete memory's. All 336 had to do was find a way to touch one.
Well. I'm screwed.
Alexandria Faysam
"HALF. A. CAKE!?" Alexandria was stunned. Her son had just devoured half a cake in a matter of seconds!
"You're going to regret that when the sugar crash hit's Ronac." The cake was a mess. And so was Ronac. Her son never had a knack for cleanliness but diving headfirst into a cake was the worst thing he could have done.
"Ah it was half a cake mom! I know about sugar rush's by now. Besides it was worth it." Ronac said, Then proceeded to spit out a candle he still had stuck to the side of his mouth.
"You know the part you don't seem to know about ever?"
"What?
"That doing things like this makes a frightful mess of you and your surroundings!"
"Oh, Sorry about that mom. Can i open the present dad left for me now?"
"After you clean up. And use soap. This is Grimm territory and you don't want a Beowulf to smell you right?"
"But…"
"No but's. Now off with you. Don't stray far out of camp."
Ronac sighed and wandered off. She watched his cute little bat ears disappear. She swore she caught a hint of cat in them similar to her own. Anyways, this would give Amah time to get here. Oh dear. He didn't forget again did he? This was a very important Birthday for their son.
Today he would open his present and receive his pair of hidden blades. From then on he would begin training as an apprentice. He would learn how to sneak, evade another's aura, use his undiscovered semblance, and most importantly, how to take care of himself. Well, more than he already does.
She was quite proud of him, even if she didn't show it. Since he was born in Grimm territory he had to learn to fight at age 5. He's already mastered fighting Grimm and he's only just turning 10! He will soon master fighting to protect man and it's creations.
It was the same for everyone else as well. Alexandria let her gaze wander around camp. Assassins of all ages were milling about. Youngsters where in the temporary training area learning to fight, the B-Day party lay caked in… cake with patient party guests, Around 15 tents were dotted in the clearing they had picked. One of which was the school tent where Assassins were educated in the way's of the creed. The command tent lay in the middle. That is where Amah would be. I need to go get him before Ronac opens his present!