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A.N: This is a revised version of this story. Any constructive criticism and review is appreciated.
Ch 1: A New Story
Legends, stories scattered through time.
Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of Heroes and Villains. Forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past.
Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful. But he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction.
The creatures of Grim set their sights on Man and all his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed darkness was intent on returning Mans brief existence to the void.
However even the smallest spark of hope can ignite change, and in time, Man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help them even the odds. This power was appropriately called named, "Dust".
Natures wrath in hand, Man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadows absence, came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life.
But even the most brilliant of lights eventually flicker an die. And when they are gone...darkness will return.
So, you may prepare your guardians. Build your monuments to your so-called "free world", but take heed. There will be no victory in strength.
But perhaps, victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul.
Vale City: The Docks
The faint light of the shattered moon reflected gently off the water of the Vale city docks where a lone figure stood seemingly waiting for something. The figures face, covered by a white mask, with slits for eyes and red lines running down its cheeks stared out towards the open bay. The figures feminine build contrasted with a black tail coat with a small black bowler hat on its head, with black dress shoes and pristine white gloves.
The figure leaned casually on a white eagle headed cane as it waited. Soon the prow of a ship appeared, the tip of its nose slicing easily through a cloud of fog that hung sleepily over the oceans otherwise calm surface. As the ship docked and its mooring ramp attached to the dock several masked men began to unload a container.
The men brought the cylindrical container in front of the figure and opened it. Something inside of the container shimmered and danced as the figure peered into it letting the soft light of at least a hundred dust crystals illuminate its masked face.
"Wonderful, all the Dust our operation needs for the next several months. Unload the rest of it boys, we have a lot of work ahead of us." Said the figure with a feminine voice as a wry smile crossed its face.
City of Vale, Market District
As the light of the broken moon illuminated the rooftops of the sleeping market district a figure in a black cloak flitted across the roof tops hot on the heels of a masked figure. The masked figure wore a white mask with slits for eyes and the common uniform of the terrorist group the "White Fang", with a small hand gun and sword swinging against its belt as it ran flat out across the rooftops.
The masked figure looked behind him and saw the hooded figure still hot on his trail and gaining ground. Panicking the thug unholstered his pistol and fired several wild shots at the figure following him.
The shots whizzed horribly wide as the thug fired wildly trying his hardest to hit the figure behind him. To the thug's surprise and glee one of his shots finally seemed to hit the figure, and the figure tumbled off the rooftop and into the darkness of the street below.
The thug stopped and bent over breathing heavily as he tried to relax himself. "Finally, I'm safe." He thought elatedly to himself.
As the thug relaxed he heard a noise that sent his heart into his throat, the sound of something climbing the building. Pointing his gun at the edge of the roof he waited for whatever was climbing to reach where he was.
Then, as suddenly as it had started, the noise stopped. The thug panicking pointed his gun in every direction trying to see anything that would give him a clue as to what was going on. Unnoticed by the thug a cloaked figure jumped lightly onto the roof next to him and drew a long, black Hand and a half sword. Hearing a sword being unsheathed the thug whipped around. In response, the cloaked figure fluidly knocked the gun out of the man's hand and dispatched him in one swift stroke.
Sheathing his sword, the figure dropped to one knee next to the thug's cooling corpse and began to rummage through the thug's belongings. Reaching into one of the thugs pockets he found a small round device with a flashing light on it. Holding it up to the light of the moon the hooded figure gasped and tossed the distress beacon as far away as possible.
Almost as if on cue, three gunships with the red wolf head and claw marked icon of the White Fang emblazoned on their sides came roaring out of the distance from three different directions. With an irritated groan the hooded figure drew its sword and sprinted away across the rooftops in the direction of one of the transports. As it approached, the gunships sides opened and divulged several dozen White Fang thugs onto the rooftop in front of the oncoming figure.
The White fang thugs armed with a monotony of guns and blades rushed towards the charging figure with a load war cry.
The figures black blade caught the light if the moon and shimmered menacingly as the figure closed in on the oncoming thugs. The figures blade sheared through the night air as the hooded figure cut down dozens of thugs within seconds of the engagement.
Within moments the White Fang began to surround the lone figure as more of their comrades swarmed in from the other gunships. The thugs formed a large ring around the figure as they brandished their weapons. The figure sighed worriedly as it brought its sword up into a fluid guard.
"Well, this isn't good." The figure said simply as it turned its hooded head towards its attackers.
Suddenly, one of the three gunships became highlighted in black energy and was sent crashing into the cobblestone street below, where it exploded in a ball of fire and flying slag. Startled the White Fang turned towards were the gunship had once been and saw a sight that sent most of them into pure terror.
Standing, wreathed in the smoke and flames from the crashed ship, with the light of the Flames glinting off her brilliantly crimson hair stood a huntress.
The woman was dressed in an armored bronze and brown corset, with a short red skirt with a red material rapped around her waist that trailed behind her. She had black arm socks that went up to her upper arm with a bronze colored vambrace on her left arm and two long bronze colored greaves that led down to her metal combat boots. Her eyes were a bright emerald green, her hair tied into a long flowing ponytail fluttered in the wind, with her long flowing bangs held back by a bronze circlet. In her left hand, she held a large round shield with two curved indentions on opposite sides of the shield, and in her left she held a red and bronze colored short sword.
The light of the crashed gunships explosion illuminated the hooded figure to the huntress. The figure wore a long and tattered black hooded cloak. Under the figures hood glinted a crimson and white highlighted masked helmet with a long horizontal visor running the width of the mask. The rest of the figure was concealed except for its right arm which had a silvery steel gauntlet holding the handle of its Hand and a half sword.
The woman advanced on the group of White Fang with the gracefulness of a predator. From the light of the crashed gunship the hooded figure and White Fang could both see that she was smiling warmly. The woman finally stopped three yards from the group of White Fang and gestured openly to everyone present.
"Good evening, I would like to ask if you all would kindly surrender. If you do none of you will be harmed." The woman said in a calm and warm voice.
Several of the White fang thugs seemed to think about accepting her offer when a gruff voice cut through the worried and fearful muttering of the White Fang thugs.
"We'll never surrender to a dirty no good Human. We're the White Fang and we surrender to no one." The voice said, as a tall muscular man walked out of the crowd of Faunus.
The man was gargantuan and covered from head to toe in plate mail armor. He carried a huge great sword resting across his shoulders that he now brandished towards the newly arrived huntress.
"What is one stupid human girl too us?" He said addressing his comrades. "Charge and kill them both men. For the rebellion" He shouted as he charged towards the woman.
With a bestial roar the muscular thug brought his sword down in a huge downward slash at the woman. With an almost disappointed sigh the woman calmly side stepped the slash and slammed her shield into the flat of the downward slashing blade sending it hilariously off course, throwing the muscular thug off balance. As the thug stumbled to the side he felt the hilt of a sword smash into the side of his head sending him spiraling across the rooftop several feet and crashing face first into the hard concrete of the building's roof.
The White Fang that were charging towards the woman slowed slightly as they hesitated after seeing the astonishing display of the woman's combat prowess.
The woman charged into the oncoming White Fang and smashed her shield into the face of a deer Faunus sending him flying into several other White Fang with a broken and bloody mask. As the woman fought the White Fang thugs she looked over to where the hooded figure fought in a similar situation.
On the other side of the roof the hooded figure had been dueling with several White Fang swordsman at once only using one handed techniques. From where the woman stood she could barely see any defining details about the warrior except the flash of his black blade and the red of something under his cloak. She smiled approvingly as she watched the figure which she assumed was male by its demeanor, dispatch the White Fang swordsman with almost childlike ease.
Within moments the remaining White Fang lay unconscious and in various states of injury. The woman wiping her brow turned towards the hooded figure.
The figure was sitting on one of the air vents that doted the top of the roof, resting after he had finished off the last of his attackers. Noticing the woman looking at him the figure tensed up and rose into a defensive guard ready for an attack that he thought for sure was coming.
The woman noticing the figures tensed response sheathed her sword and shield and raised her arms into a more inviting and warm stance. The woman notice the figure relax considerably, but still stayed in the same guarded stance. She studied his stance and noticed how practiced it seemed, as if he'd been using it for most of his life.
"I mean you no harm kind sir. I only wish to talk to you." The woman said invitingly. She couldn't see the man's face due to the presence of his mask and hood but could tell by his body language that he was arguing with himself about his next move. Finally, after what seemed an eternity the figure let out a small sigh and sheathed its sword.
"Why did you help me, might I be so bold as to ask?" Said the figure in a slightly muffled male voice laced with paranoia and defensiveness.
The question surprised the woman, she had been under the impression that almost everyone in Remnant knew her name and face almost by heart.
"Why do you ask?" She responded back in a probing manner.
"I learned through experience that there are people who save others only to ask them to do their dirty work. If you are one of these people I will have you know I want nothing of what your selling." Said the figure, coldly.
The woman recognized the figures tone and mannerisms of a person who had been through many hardships. In that moment, she respected the figure and decided on one last test to see if he knew her or not.
"My name is Pyrrha Nikos, what's yours stranger" the woman said kindly. Pyrrha noticed that the figures defensive demeanor didn't change as it replied.
"What do you want from me Mrs. Nikos?" Asked the figure with the same suspicious tone.
The repeated question surprised Pyrrha, this man truly didn't know who she was. "I only wished to help a fellow warrior in their time of need" she said finally. Pyrrha was elated to see that the figure relaxed a little at her words.
Several minutes later the two warriors were walking down the dark streets of the market district.
"May I ask you a question?" Pyrrha said suddenly as they walked together down the dark abandoned streets of Vale.
"It's Mars." Said the figure simply as it walked beside her.
"That wasn't exactly what I meant by question. If you wished to not tell me your name, I wouldn't have prodded you for it, I wished only to ask Why you hide yourself in a cloak?" Said Pyrrha as the tiniest bit of crimson flushed into her cheeks.
Mars's helmeted head turned slightly towards her after she asked her question and Pyrrha heard muffled laughter coming from behind his mask.
"What are you laughing at!" Said Pyrrha as she began to blush furiously. After several moments of laughter Mars finally regained enough breath to respond.
"You are truly the strangest person I have yet come across Mrs. Nikos. Out of all the questions you could've asked me about you chose why I hide myself in a cloak?" Said Mars with barley controlled laughter. "You are truly a unique person."
"Will you please answer my question anyway?" Said Pyrrha with a voice that almost quivered with embarrassment at being clearly teased, which had never happened to her before.
"I have many enemy's Mrs. Nikos, who would like nothing more than to see me and anyone who associates with me lie dead upon the ground. You seem like a good person, it would be best if you don't associate with me any further." Mars said sadly. "The constant fear and the stress of never being able to have any relationships. I wouldn't thrust that onto anyone else, I hold that burden by myself." He continued.
Pyrrha understood his feelings of never being able to get close to anyone, and sympathized with him even though they had just met. "I'm traveling here to speak to Professor Ozpin who's the Headmaster at Beacon Academy. I'll tell him about you and your predicament, maybe if you go to beacon you will be safe from the constant fear." She said hopefully.
Mars was quite glad that he had his mask on, because his face had become beat red at Pyrrha's statement. Here was a girl that cared for him, he was very new to that kind of contact having never become attached to people due to his life and what he had gone through.
"I would like that very much Mrs. Nikos" he said finally.
Final parting ways at a small Sky Bus station Pyrrha turned back towards Mars as she boarded a transport to Beacon Academy.
"Till we meet again Mrs. Nikos." Mars said with a knightly bow. As the transport flew slowly skyward Pyrrha looked back at the docking area only to see that Mars had disappeared. She knew in her heart that the next few years training to become a huntress would be very interesting indeed.
Mars watched from the darkness of a back alley as Pyrrha's Sky Bus departed. He felt bad about not telling her anything else about himself, but he would fell even worse if she had gotten hurt by the people hunting him.
He truly meant what he had said to her about him thinking her a good person, but that was an even greater reason to keep her as far away from his past as possible. His thoughts turned dark as he remembered the terrible things of the past as the darkness of the alley way swallowed him whole and he disappeared into the night.
Any way
I will see
YOU
in the Next Chapter
BYE BYE