Hello and welcome to a story about a team of young hunters to be. This story will focus mainly on original characters, However canon people will appear for light or secondary roles.

Also before we start I just have a few things to stat.

A (...) that is separating two paragraphs means a passing of time or a switch between people or groups of people.

If I use Italics in speech, whatever is being said is actually being thought instead.

A pair of Asterisks or * around a word usually means that it is an audible noise of sound.

Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy.

I do not own RWBY. RWBY was created by Monty Oum (may he rest in peace) and owned by Rooster Teeth. I do, however, own any and all original characters in this story unless I specifically say so.

(Since I am still currently writing this story, I sometimes go back on things I have already posted and will change them to fit what I wish to. These, however, tend to not be large facets of plot and more like small details. If you are confused about something that randomly comes into play... Sorry about that)

Chapter 1: Welcome to Vale!

Aidan woke with a start as the train shook. He looked around frantically, trying to remember where he was and why. After a few seconds of panic, he smiled and sighed deeply in realization.

For the past couple years both he and his fellow students at Flare Academy had trained long and hard in order to reach the highest goal for a novice hunter in kingdom of Vale, possibly even all of Remnant: Beacon. Flare wasn't as big as some schools in the kingdom of Vale, so only a handful of students had been accepted. Aidan was one of them.

Had he been actually standing, he would have stood just barely over six feet tall. He had wavy blond hair that remained a look of professionalism due to its neat trimming. His skin was very light but not excessively pale. His eyes were an icy blue and seemed very intensely focused on whatever he was looking at even if he wasn't. He wore a metallic grey breastplate over a blue and black flannel shirt with long sleeves. The sleeves, however had been slightly rolled up so they bunched up just before a matching metallic bracer on each of his arms. Small, seemingly random lines went though both bracers. His legs, which were almost too big for the cramped seating, were covered with a pair of of black denim jeans.

"Well… That was a rush." Aidan ran his finger though his golden hair before glancing out the window on his left to see where the train was. The view was dazzling.

The fractured moon that hung in the sky bathed the landscape below in a celestial white light. The coastline water shimmered as it rushed onto the rocks. It looked extremely peaceful and calm. But looks can be deceiving. Even though all the trains had on-board protection, you could never feel entirely safe. Howls and other noises could often be heard from the plains and forests that the Grimm inhabited nearby. Some people were so afraid and paranoid that they never traveled between cities much less kingdoms.

A loud snort came from the seat next to Aidan.

"*Yawn* Why does the train have to be so noisy?" A teen with jet black hair asked rhetorically before looking over to see Aidan also awake.

"Man, what time is it?" He rubbed his eyes and itched his head.

"You might as well go back to sleep, Forrest. It's only four thirty."

Forrest yawned and pulled a pair of glasses out of his shirt pocket.

"Man, why are you up? After all that last minute training you were putting in I thought you'd be wiped out for sure."

"I woke up… wow, like 15 minutes ago, and thought it was a good time to do some thinking. ." Aidan turned from his friend and back to the display of nature they were speeding past.

"Whats the matter? Think you wont be able to make it at Beacon?" Forrest straightened in his seat and yawned again.

"I don't know Forrest. What if I've bitten off more then I can chew. That question keeps popping up."

"Dude, your golden as far as I'm concerned. Out of all of us, you were the only one I was sure was gonna make it this far. This is in your blood, man. I mean, Beacon only takes the best of the best, and even then I think they miss some. Have a little more faith in yourself. Sheesh."

"Yeah, maybe" Aidan mumbled.

"I'm gonna get some sleep while the getting is good. Good talk though." Forrest laughed and turned over in his seat away from his friend.

Aidan chuckled slightly. "Night."

"I guess I am just nervous about Beacon. It isn't every day you accomplish something like this... Well I haven't yet. I still have to get though the first few days. But... it sure is good to have done this much."

Aidan smiled before closing his eyes. He slowly drifted off and fell asleep a few minutes later.

...

Vale was a busy city, today all the more due to the arrival of potential huntsmen and huntresses from all over the kingdom. But all the toil didn't get rid of the exhilarating atmosphere the two young men felt as they made their way across town.

"Wow, I've never been to the capital before. It… actually seems like back home in a way. Not how I thought it would be." Forrest seemed almost disappointed.

"I know what you mean, but I've been here more than once. Believe me, this place is a lot different." The two hurried after the other few students. Aidan looked around as he walked.

There weren't many chain stores, most were individually owned. Some sold magazines and books, others sold clothes, he even saw one or two that sold dust, but mostly there were food stores. Just a quick glance in the window made Aidan's stomach hurt.

"Man, looking at the food will only make you hungrier. Seriously, we're almost to the pad." Forest said purposefully not looking into the windows.

"*Sigh* You know what. I'm gonna go buy something real quick." Aidan said as he stopped and headed back to the sandwich shop they had just passed.

"Seriously?" Forrest seemed torn for a moment before deciding to go ahead with his classmates. "Just hurry up will ya."

Aidan swung open the door to the shop and smiled at the smell of roasted meat. The shop wasn't especially big but seemed to be made up of a couple different floors. The first floor was almost completely filled with the preparation equipment and such, with only a few rotating seats placed around the counter. Maybe there was more seating up stairs.

"May I help you, son?" A extremely large man said in a slurred monotone voice as he leaned down against the counter. A disproportionately small name tag reading 'Craig' was clipped to the top right of his white apron.

"Um… could you just make me a quick medium sandwich with meat in it? Not ketchup or mustard please. Oh! I also need that to go. Thanks."

The man cracked his knuckles as he went to work on making the order. Aidan sat down at the counter before a conversation between two other patrons nearby caught his attention.

"Did you hear about the hijacking of the trading ships?" A woman in a black jacket said to her male friend.

"Yeah. But it's weird. My brother is one of the dock workers and said that the ones he was supposed to be handling were full Atlasian tech. That's some expensive cargo to lose. Somebodies paycheck is going to be small, let me tell you."

"Probably stolen and sold on the black market."

"You think somebody hijacked the ships?" The man said slightly surprised.

"What you think they disappeared in a whirl pool or got eaten by some sea creature? Give me a break."

"Its a legitimate possibility, stuff like that..." Aidan's attention to the conversation was broke by the ginormous man setting a brown bag before him.

"That will be three-fifty."

Aidan dug into his pockets and pulled out the correct amount and set it on the table.

"Please come again." The clerk said as he put the money into the register and turned toward a small television screen sitting on the counter.

"He was either really bored or he always talks like that. Either way I need to get going"

Aidan grabbed the bag and rushed out the door. Realizing that the next airship was no doubt about to leave, he booked it down the sidewalk as he bit into his sandwich. Aidan frowned and said sorrowfully as a single tear came down his face.

"I said no mustard."

Thank you for reading. I take great joy in writing and even more from getting feedback on it. Please let me know what you guys think in a review. If you have any suggestions please don't hesitate to let me know.

Blacklightning

*Edited on August 8, 201