Prolouge
Few understand the burden that comes with wearing the badge. The sacrifices that had to be made for victory. As long as mankind had lived; all they cared about is the victory but not the cost. Only the win and not what was lost. Huntsmen and huntress' are trained to hunt and kill Grimm; yet many don't realize the true cost until they themselves become the hunted.
This story began over a decade ago; after the loss of one of their greatest huntresses. It began with an order. None shall go and slay that which had killed that huntress. Though many protested; none dared disobey. None save one huntsman. A virtuoso of death, skilled beyond his year; defied their orders and set out to hunt and slay said beast. A party was sent to track him down and bring him back.
When they found him; a battle ensued. When the council met again to discuss the developments; they saw him waiting in the center of the council chambers. He came for his judgement for the slaying of the other hunters. He prostrated himself to them and spoke plainly about why he disobeyed their orders. Not once in the history of the huntsmen has one of their own slayed another in combat; yet in front of their eyes, this huntsman spoke of his regrettable need to slay them in order to continue on with his mission.
The debate lasted all day and into the night. Even when the next day came; they still debated. Weeks went by and they continued to debate. The huntsmen and huntress' were there to slay the Grimm; that is what they dedicated their lives for. To deny a huntsman that is to deny them their life. Yet in attempt to complete his mission; other huntsmen tried to stop him and broke their unspoken law of not laying hands upon a fellow huntsman.
The council was besides itself on what to do till finally; months after it began, the huntsman was brought before the council. As the council proceeded to read him his sentense; he interrupted them. Two words were spoken. 'Non Servia'. I will not serve. With that; he broke from his binds and claimed his blade. The council threated to excommunicate him from the order; which only got him to turn and smirk at them.
Few knew that with one act of defiance; a bloody civil war was seeded.
Within days of his self banishment; he single handedly cleaned out the paradiso fields that were overrun by boarbatusks. Within a month, the emerald everglades were purged of the King Taijitu and Sobeks that call it home. As more and more months went by; his exploits grew. Unbound by structure and answerable only to himself; he had managed to do what no other hunter dared do. He had started to claim and reclaim land from the Grimm. Many huntsmen and huntress' grew embolden by his example and cast off the bondage of that the council held upon them and struck out on their own. Yet not all saw this as a new renaissance; many of the old guard saw this as a straight out mutiny.
On what would be the longest night of Remnant; the council met and a declaration was made. All hunters and huntress' that have broken their vow to serve the council must surrender and face the councils judgement or else be hunted themselves. Yet; as one the rogue hunters spoke. ' Non servia'. With that the Huntsman civil war began...
(Authors note: You have all right to point out any grammer errors that I have made. Grammer has never been my strong suit. Feel free to contact me with reviews or any grammerical or spelling errors.)