A.N. Hey everyone. seems like I disappeared from existence for a long time. Well life, college, and shit tend to stop the creative flow to the brain. Anyways, I've gone through some ideas with a friend for a story and this is something we came up with. Let's welcome back that glorious Stat Chart:
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The Village of Taun was similar to many others. It housed a sizable number of people who wanted to venture out and claim their stake in the land. One such person was a man called George, who made his profits as a lumberjack. He was a heavy set man with raven black hair and similarly colored eyes. He would sell his stock to people for the winter to burn or even to be used for construction. He lived out his days with his lovely wife Hanna, who would work as security along the walls.
Unfortunately one night it seemed that fate decided to strike once more with it's favorite tool, Grimm. Hanna burst through the front door of her house to see George holding their son and daughter in his arms with a battle axe sung over his shoulder.
"Hanna, take our daughter and run. I'll hold onto our son. With luck one of us will make it to the kingdom walls." George says.
"Alright," Hanna says, taking her daughter in her left arm while holding her spear in the right, "Stay safe."
"You as well my love."
Hanna exits the door first and quickly dashes away. She quickly spears a stray Beowolf as she ran. Not knowing how long or far she had traveled, Hanna stopped and took a moment to catch her breath. While stopped a crow flies near her, and as it passed behind a tree a man appears and rushes to her side.
"Hanna, what's going on? Why are you so far away from your village?"
"Qrow, the Grimm attacked. George and I split up. Have you seen him?" Hanna asks, desperation evident in her eyes.
"No. I'll go check though. The border of Vale is nearby though. Keep going forwards and the perimeter guards will get you inside."
Hanna nodded and started moving again. Qrow made his way to Taun, but when he arrived the only things remaining were a few stray Grimm and deserted buildings. Quickly killing the Grimm Qrow searched the village for any survivors. Of course there were none. Not being able to find George Qrow returned to Hanna to deliver the bad news.
[Some Time Ago]
After seeing Hanna escape George started to leave too. Unfortunately a pack of Beowolves noticed and attacked. George fought decently for someone without proper training, but soon found himself wounded and cornered. As the last Beowolf was about to finish him off, a red blade sliced it's head off with ease as the body dissipated into smoke. A woman wearing a Nevermore Mask approached him.
Whatever George wanted to say died on his lips as his eyes faded. Raven looked at the infant that the corpse cradled. She could kill it, it would be an act of mercy, but decided against it. Closing the dead man's eye lids Raven picked up the small one. After incinerating the body with some fire dust Raven left to return to the tribe. The Village of Taun was originally going to be raided before the Grimm could arrive, but the Grimm were faster than the bandits.
Once she returned to the raiding party she was questioned about the small one. Raven responded by saying, "This is the only survivor. In time he'll become a powerful warrior under our tutelage." A female bandit leaned the top of her body over the little bundle.
"Aww, he's so adorable. I could just eat him." The girl says with a giggle, revealing a pair of snake fangs.
"No eating this one Ziya." raven says, a firm one in her voice.
Ziya adopts the Branwen hands up pose before placing them behind her. Ziya was around 30 years old with brown braided hair reaching her waist, a bandit outfit with the sides cut open to reveal some skin, and a snakeskin pattern on the sides of her pants.
From there the raiding party left the village to burn behind them. After traveling the raiding party returned back to their home base. Raven made room for the babe in her own hut and removed her mask so she could look at him properly.
"I'll train you and make you strong little one."
Back in Vale Qrow had been comforting a mourning Hanna. Qrow brought her to a hotel near Beacon Academy and delivered the bad news. After crying for a good hour Hanna passed out from exhaustion, and Qrow tucked her into bed.
The Huntsman was now watching over Hanna's daughter, cradling the baby in his arms.
"I'll train you and make you a good Huntress little one."
A.N. So that's it for a prologue, it's a bit short I know. We'll cover their lives growing up a bit and eventually meld into the series
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Anyways stay awesome guys and gals of the world, and I'll see you next chapter