Chapter 1:Prolouge
It was a cold evening, the first of many to be expected in the coming months. The first day of autumn some would say. Most would prefer to stay indoors on a day like this, some might enjoy a leisure stroll through the city, but one would have to be crazy to be roaming the forest on the day that's sometimes is nicknamed Grimm Revival. But one man, in the middle of his prime, with black hair and a silver gray coat, was unafraid of the forest, not because he didn't believe that there were any of the soulless creatures roaming it, but because of his confidence in his own ability to handle himself. He was also unbothered by the cold ushered in with the setting sun, having dealt with someone far colder for several years: one of his "partners" he's had to work with more often than he would have liked. Luckily, being stuck with someone that cold allowed him to learn an effective means to saying warm in frigid environments.
'A good drink of liquor keeps the soul and the body warm,' the black haired man thought to himself, taking a swig from his ever-present flask of liquor- type or brand unknown to all but the owner of said flask- before continuing on his way. He was a tall man, with raven black hair and deep red eyes. He wore a tailcoat that was a dark gray starting at the center, where the buttons meet, and extending out a few inches with the rest of the coat being a lighter, silver gray. He wore a pair of black pants and black shoes, and had on his back a red torn cape. In the hand not holding the flask of liquor he carried a large broadsword with a red hilt, dark details near the center of the sword, and a circle of clockwork just above the hilt.
He finished his drink, put the flask away and slashed a Beowolf from the air that had tried to attack him. Looking around, the man in gray noticed several Beowolfs surrounding him, and even a lone Ursa Minor headed his way. Easy work. Putting one foot in front of the other he got into a fighting stance and waited for one of his opponents to make the first move, which they did. Three of them pounce at him, prompting him to swing his sword in a wide arc slicing the first one in half, badly hurting the second one, and knocking the third away into a nearby tree with enough force to render the forest with one less tree. After the first swing, the red eyes man didn't let the rest of the Grimm react before going on the offensive, neatly slicing two more Beowolves before any of them could move. Taking a quick look around, the sword wielding warrior notices more Beowolves joining in on the fight, raising the count from half a dozen to about two or three dozen in seconds.
'This'll be difficult.' He thought to himself, readying his sword for another strike. 'At least there's nothing behind me yet.'
As that thought passed in his head a bright light suddenly appeared behind him, washing the entire area in white light brighter than the brightest day the man had ever experienced in his life. As the light continued to brighten, the Grimm started to roar and writhe and run in pain. The light only lasted for about half a minute before it disappeared in an instant, leaving the lone man blinded by the contrast of the light to the dimness of the forest in twilight. The grey clad man closed his eyes to help them adjust to the darkness quicker, and kept his ears opened for any sound of Grimm. After counting to sixty, he opened his eyes and surveyed the area. There were no more Grimm, they had all dissipated into the air or ran off. Surrounding the area the light seemingly originated the trees and shrubbery was burnt and scorched. However, the swordsman's eyes soon fell upon several colors that seemed to be out of place. Right in the middle of the scorched earth, nestled in a crater-like hole, he could see a few vibrant colors, red, yellow, and pink, stood out in contrast to the greys and blacks of the earth surrounding them. Of course, he went to investigate.
"Well this is an odd situation," he said to himself. Resting in the crater, all four asleep, were young children all around the age of four of five, maybe six. Among the quartet, there were two girls, and two boys. One of the girls had scarlet red hair; the other with a golden-blonde color. One of the boys had a head of raven hair, but the strangest of the group was the second boy, who had bright pink hair. 'How do I always seem to find myself in these situations?' the man thought to himself after taking in the sight of four young kids, unconscious, in the middle of Grimm infested woods, that seemed to have appeared in a flash of light, just another normal adventure for one Qrow Branwen.
A/N
Nate- Hello!
Qrow- What have you dragged me into?
Nate- Nothing! Nothing at all! Anyway, hello again readers, this is the first chapter/prologue to my new story the Angels of Remnant. So what did ya think?
Qrow- It was great, but didn't you say that you weren't going to start another story until you got Man or Machine sorted out?
Nate- You're right Qrow I did; however, I had a sudden kick of inspiration to write this (in the shower) so I did. And I think it turned out great. However, I actually don't really know where I plan to go with this story (aside form it being a Fairy Tail/RWBY crossover). I have a few ideas, but no real plan, so I probably won't be uploading this story until I can get a good idea where I won't it to go.
Qrow- Unlike what you did with MoM, right?
Nate- Quiet you! But yes, not like I did with MoM, which is being edited and "rewritten" (I'm just changing a few minor events and one character's name, that's all). But yeah! Go and check that story out, especially if you're a Star Wars fan, since, you know, it's a Star Wars fanfic.
Qrow- *cough* Shameless plug *cough*
Nate- *glares at Qrow*
Qrow- *glares just as hard at Nate*
Nate- Anyways—
Qrow- Ha! I win!
Nate- We weren't even competing! Anyways, I don't own anything from Fairy Tail or RWBY, though, I wish I owned RWBY, I don't want Fairy Tail, I'd just screw it over sideways.
Qrow- Yeah ya would.
Nate- Qrow shut your—
Qrow- Bye!
Edit Notes:
Nate- Apparently, Qrow doesn't age in my mind. Before I went back and edited this, I had him the same age as he is in the show, which takes place about 12-13 years after this. Oh well, I fixed to now. So how does it feel to be young again Qrow?
Qrow- It's great. You got any liquor?
Nate- No, Cana, I don't.
Qrow- What?
Nate- Nothing, gotta go, bye!
