AN: So, I got a review from a Guest sometime ago about my grammar. First off, I want to thank you because I do enjoy constructive criticism, especially if it is about my grammar. So I have decided that I would revise ALL chapters for this story again, but with the help of Termin8r, who has been helping me a lot with grammar for the latest chapters in the story.

Although I would like to add a couple of things: As i have mentioned before, I am Colombian, so english is not my first language. Second, right now only the first two chapters have been re-written, so it might take a while before we rewrite them all. And finally, to the Guest that reviewed, please review once more about the corrections done in the chapters .

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Chapter 1

Updated 31/07/2016

Laughter echoed through a small bar in the city of Valeduring a cold night.

The bar was of simple construct with several tables, a countertop, and one light bulb which gave a dim light to the entire vicinity. Various men sat at each of the tables; each one armed to the teeth.

The bartender, who was busy cleaning some glasses, glanced up from his work the minute he heard the doors of the bar open.

In came an individual dressed entirely in black clothes along with a white scarf that obscured the lower half of his face while the hood from his jacket covered the rest.

The mysterious figure approached the counter and pulled back his hood, revealing a pair of light green eyes accompanied by a semi-spiky blond haircut.

"Coke, please." He said with a smile. He pulled down his scarf, revealing himself to be no older than 17.

"You do realize this is a bar, right?" The bartender asked. "You shouldn't be here. Besides, ain't you a little young to be asking for a drink?"

The boy said nothing as he unzipped his jacket and began digging through his pockets until he pulled out a surprising amount of lien.

"Does it really matter?" He asked, placing a few pieces on the counter.

The bartender smirked, taking the cash and serving what the kid asked for.

"Here you go. Anything else I can help you with?"

The stranger drank the entire soda before answering.

"As a matter of fact, I think you can. I'm looking for information regarding a specific individual and I was told that I could get a clue about him here." The stranger said, putting more money on the counter, "Who knows… This could be yours if you help me out."

The bartender eyed the money for a few seconds before meeting the boy`s eyes.

"Of course, who are you looking for?"

"I don't know his face, but I do know that he's dressed all in white, stands a little taller than me and has a pair of angelic wings. And just as an extra tip: he isn't a Faunus."

All the laughter died down as all the patrons turned their attention to the counter the moment those words escaped the boy's mouth. All of this while the bartender just stood there frozen.

"And may I ask why you're looking for this, erm, individual?" the bartender asked, as he saw all the prepare their weapons while the young man simply pulled out a small coin and begin fidgeting with it with his fingers.

"Quite simple, actually: to kill him of course." The boy replied, smiling at the bartender whose gaze had gone cold.

"And what makes you think I might know about him?" He asked.

"Once again, simple, my search for him led me to this piece of crap you call a bar, and the fact that he was a regular at this place some time ago to get information and men… such as the ones who're standing behind me ready to kill. All of them, by the way, have a decent bounty on their heads." The boy flipped the coin once again before closing his eyes, never dropping that confident smile on his face.

"Kill him!" One the men yelled. The bartender quickly ducked behind the counter as all the men prepared to pull their triggers. The second the coin landed on the boy's finger, he made a quick gesture with his hand that sent it flying in another direction: straight up towards the only light bulb in the place.

This time, it was darkness's turn to take the stage… well, that and the shouts and gunshots of all the men who went into panic mode the instant the room went pitch black.

The men kept shooting blindly until the bartender shouted, "Stop, you idiots! He should be death by now!"

All the men stopped firing and lowered their guns. "Anybody got a light or something?" One of them asked. One of them turned on a lantern and pointed to where the body should be, only to find a bullet-ridden counter.

"Where the hell is he!?" One of them shouted, just before the one with the lantern was pulled into the shadows by something that no one saw as the lantern fell to the ground. Once again, the men went into a panic, firing blindly in all directions.

"Stop shooting, dammit! At this rate you're gonna wreck my whole bar!" Shouted the bartender as he picked up the lantern and pointed it to where they were shooting only to reveal nothing but more bullet holes.

"What the f-" The bartender was cut off as he heard the screams of one of the men. He quickly looked in the direction it came from, only to find nothing but more bullet holes.

What followed were more screams as the men disappeared one by one. It wasn't long until the bartender stood in the center of the bar looking in every direction, wielding a small pistol in one hand and the lantern in the other.

"If see anything, shoot It." He said.

"What about the bar?" Someone asked.

"To hell with the-" He stopped talking the second he recognized that voice. He turned around as he raised his gun, only to receive a blow to the back of his knee that made him lose his balance as he felt someone twist his wrist, forcing him to drop his gun as he fell to the floor.

The lantern hit floor, illuminating the room to reveal a pair of legs. The bartender raised the lantern up to find the young man looking at him with a cold stare.

"What the hell did you do?" The bartender asked.

The young man said nothing as he picked up the bartender`s gun and shot him right in the knee, causing him to scream in pain and drop the lantern.

"I'm the one asking the questions here." The boy said. "Now… tell me about the guy I asked for."

"I don't know any-" The bartender was interrupted by another bullet in his other leg.

"The next bullet isn't going to be in a pleasant place, so you better talk."

The bartender looked up to see a pair of slit green eyes glowing in the dark. He felt his blood go cold as those green eyes appeared to see right through him.

"Ok! I'll talk!" He cried, regaining his composure. "Sometimes he and some other man came here looking for muscle to hire. Those two were regulars here and paid well for the jobs they offered. The one you asked for is the one that came here the most and said that if anyone came here asking for him, we had to get rid of him. That's all I know,I swear!" The man pleaded, as the screech of sirens approached.

The young man exited the bar, ignoring the screams from inside. He leaned against the wall in a nearby ally as he waited for the authorities. Not a minute later, the VPD arrived at the scene while as officers poured out from the vehicles.

"You again?" one of them asked.

"Yeah." The young man smiled. "You'll find all the thugs inside. Each one of them alive, I promise." He opened the door to the bar, revealing all the men laying on the ground and the bartender looking around and questioning how all of this was possible.

"Ignore him. He's delusional." The boy replied, stepping out of the way so the officers could apprehend the men. "So, where's my reward?"

The officer looked at him as he motioned one of the cars as another officer opened the door.

"You'll get it in the station. There's someone who wants to speak with you there." Said the officer as the young man began to walk at the car.

"Good work, by the way." the officer said. The boy just waved lazily as he entered the car.


The young man stared at his reflection in the one way mirror that lay beside him as he sat in front of a small table in the middle of an interrogation room. He then turned to see the door open up as a silvery-haired man wearing dark glasses entered the room. He held a mug of coffee and a silver cane on the other.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting young man." He said, taking a seat across from the boy. "Do you know who I am?" asked the man.

"Someone who has no idea how late it is and does not have my reward." The boy replied, reclining in his chair and resting his feet on the table.

"Indeed. It is rather late. And them matter of that reward is something I'd like to discuss." The stranger took a sip of his coffee before continuing. "For the past year-and-a-half, you've been taking up bounties both small and large, each of them successful."

"And your point is…?"

"You have talent. Talent that, although is being put in good use,is not something that will help you evolve. And even though you were trained by one of the best huntsmen of the previous generation, you still lack experience in certain areas. That is why I am here. Now, lets try this again: do you know who I am?"

The young man sighed, looking directly into the man's eyes.

"You're Professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy."

"Then you know why I'm here, correct?"

The young man stood up and began walking to the door, but not before replying, "Yes. Thanks, but no thanks. I'm busy right now."

"He said you would refuse, Drake." Ozpin replied with an amused smirk, taking out his scroll while the now identified Drake stopped dead in his tracks.

"Who are you talking about?" Drake asked, dropping the smile as he turned around to face Ozpin again.

"Your step-father. He said that if you didn't come with me, he would put both literal and figurative sense of the word Judgment on you."

Drake`s eyes widened as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Yep… that sounds like him, all right." He muttered. "I'm sorry, Professor. But if I do that, then I won't have the time to search for who I'm looking for…"

Ozpin stood up and looked at Drake. "I don't know what or who are you looking for, but your father is worried about you. My knowledge of the events that transpired two years ago is limited, but I do know that it left you scarred, both physically and psychologically. Your father fears that those wounds are only getting worse. Which is why you father asked me to enroll you at my academy."

Drake let out a heavy sigh. "Truth be told, some people might say I'm better off this way... Besides… it's not like I have a choice in the matter anyway. You have no idea how scary that man can be."

Drake shuddered after in that last part before he looking at Ozpin with a serious gaze.

"But don't expect me to stop what I've been doing recently. I won't stop until I find what was stolen and the one responsible is dead." Drake's voice composed yet full of hate, making Ozpin think like he was talking with a different person all of a sudden as he saw a black aura surround the boy.

Ozpin just sighed at the persistence of the young man in front of him before exiting the room.

"I suppose that is better than nothing. Follow me." The two exited the room and the dark aura of the blonde disappeared.

"Classes have already started sometime ago, so you will have to make up for all the late work. Don't worry about your belongings, your father already sent them to the Beacon… are you listening?" Ozpin asked as he turned around to find Drake going the other way. "Where are you going? The exit is this way."

Drake just kept walking as he replied, "Getting my reward. You know what they say, 'don't do things you're good at for free'."

Ozpin just stood there deadpanned as he noticed that the coldness in his voice and manner had changed back to the previous carefree one, making the professor start to realize what the problem was with Drake.


A little outside the city, there was and small mansion, and inside of it there was a Japanese like training room with a tall red haired man sitting on his knees meditating, but that stopped after he heard the ringing of his scroll throughout the hall.

The man picked up his scroll and read the message.

'I have retrieved the little dragon, let us hope that this is indeed for the best.'

The man put his scroll down and looked at a picture frame on the table.

It was a picture of 2 kids, one with spiky brown hair and eyes of the same color smiling while one of his hands was over the shoulder of a younger Drake who was giving a small smile to the camera.

'Let us hope that this is indeed for the best.' He thought, turning away from the picture.

AN: And that is for now, yeah it is the same design as the Drake of my other story but semblance and fighting style completely different not making him all powerful, also his story is completely different.

This is taking place a little after the initiation, which he will do in the next chapter.

Like my other fic I will also follow canon I might or not change some things but I will see that later.