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Prologue
People with big dreams are more powerful than those with all the facts.
Out on the outskirts of Vale sat a large house. It wasn't a mansion size house, but it was decent size. Surrounding the house is rolling plains that stretch for miles. Close by, behind the house is some farmland that has some machines working on it right now. Opposite of the plains is the direction of the city, where the massive skyscrapers could be seen.
The front door of the house opened and out comes a boy with brown cropped hair with orange highlights. His eyes are a pale red golden color while his skin is a peach color. The boy is wearing a yellow knee length trench coat that changes to red towards the bottom, red t-shirt with a griffon on the front, blue jeans and red shoes. On his back are a pair of feather wings and a lion's tail behind him.
Before he could get very far from the door, a feminine voice yells out, "Make sure you come back in time for dinner, Gole!"
The boy, Gole, rolled his eyes. "Okay, mom!" Then he took off running towards the city. He passed an old ruined tower to which he climbed. Despite the state of the tower, it was still pretty tall. Once he got to the top, he spread his wings and jumped. After a few seconds of falling, he flapped his wings and began flying through the air towards the city.
After a few minutes, he reached the edge of the city and landed. Most people there have gotten used to him flying in. Gole walked down the sidewalk towards the general store, but on his way, he saw six dudes in black suits crowding around someone outside a store. He walked quietly into an alley and hide behind a dumpster to listen in.
"Look here, sweetie. This is Junior's turf and you don't have permission to sale anything here." One of the guys said.
"But I live in this district! And I got all the proper papers to sell my goods!" The woman cried out.
"Then you should talk to Junior. If you don't, then we can't make sure nothing happens to your store, if you catch my drift."
"This is extortion!" She almost yelled out.
At this point, Gole decided to reveal himself. "Hey!" They all turned to him, brandishing simple katanas. "From what I've heard, you guys are a bunch of thugs demanding money from an innocent storekeeper." He said as he walked closer.
The leader stepped forward. "This doesn't concern you, Faunus. Walk. Away." This guy didn't have his weapon out… yet.
Gole huffed. "Or what?" At that, they held their katanas in front of them, ready to go at him.
The leader nodded to them, then watched as the thugs began stomping towards Gole. The Faunus held his fists up like he was going to fight them with his bare hands. This got the guys to look at each other, then burst out laughing at him. Gole just smirked before he slashed downwards and deployed his wrist blades.
The thugs stopped laughing, then charged him. Gole blocked the first attack with his left blades, then used his right blades to capture the katana in between two of the three blades. Gole twisted his arm and threw the katana away from the thug. Then he spun kicked him to the ground and waited for the next thug to come at him.
Two of them came straight for him, blades above their heads, one on his left and one on his right. Gole twisted around the one on his left so that he was behind him and kicked him straight into the other. They both went flying into the wall, knocking both of them out.
The leader of the thugs growled as his two other subordinates ran at Gole. Said person began running towards them, only for him to dive at the last moment and spread his wings to trip both of the thugs. Gole rolled into a crouching position and faced the leader.
The guy pulled out a large claymore sword with what seems like a barrel running down the middle of it and a trigger at the guard. He aimed at Gole and fired, to which Gole dodged and ran at the guy. He sliced at the leader in a upward motion, but the leader's downward motion plus the weight of the sword canceled out Gole's attack. He used this moment to kick Gole away and into the street.
Gole only had a second's notice to get out of the street before a vehicle almost ran him over. Unfortunately, he ended up on opposite sides of the road. The guy smirked at Gole, aimed his sword at him again and fired off a couple of shots at him. Gole ran up and down the sidewalk until a passing truck gave him a moment to aim his wrist blades at his opponent.
When the truck finished passing by and Gole could see the guy again, he fired his two outside wrist blades at him. They passed harmlessly by the guy's head and embedded themselves into an air duct behind him. Before he could retaliate, Gole pulled back until he heard a click, then let himself be pulled towards the guy. He flew right over cars, then spun and repositioned himself so that he was head feet first towards the guy.
Gole's right foot started getting covered in metal up to his knee. That was the foot that impacted on the thug's chest and sent the guy went flying into the wall, leaving a outline of his body in the wall. Gole landed safely on his feet and retracted his wrist blades.
He faced the shopkeeper and asked, "Are you alright?"
The shopkeeper had long black hair and pale red eyes. She smiled and nodded. "Yes, thank you for dealing with those crooks."
Gole nodded. "Not a problem. I suggest you call the police and have them pick these guys up." Before she could respond, he ran off into an alley, jumped onto a wall and repeated this until he was above the roofline, then took off flying.
Redemption just means you make a change in one's life and try to do right, versus what you were doing before, which was wrong.
In the middle of a forest covered mountain range sits a sprawling city that climbs up two mountains, with a palace like structure connecting the two mountain peaks. The architecture of the buildings here is very oriental, a common architecture throughout the kingdom.
Over on another mountain overlooking most of the city, a boy with long black hair, blue slitted eyes and almost albino skin. At the joints of his arm, pale scales that match his skin cover it. He was wearing a black, knee length trench coat over his light blue shirt and black pants. At his waist is two belts, one straight and the other slanted, both holding his single dust clips. On the back of his waist rest his weapon, a chokuto sword.
He was just staring at the city, amazed by the architecture and the culture. "Azul!" The boy turns to see another boy around his age approach him.
The boy, Azul, straighten up and kept a hand on his sword. "Scar."
Scar has scruffy scarlet hair and peach skin. He was wearing an white open trench coat, showing off his abs, black pants, and black combat boots. On the back of his coat is the White Fang emblem. Behind him, a lion's tail swished from side to side. In one hand, he was holding a full Grimm face mask.
"What's with the monotonous voice?" Scar asked as he walked over to stand by Azul, staring out at the city. "How did the assignment go?"
Azul took a couple of steps away from him and faced him. "There was some complications. Life changing complications."
Scar furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"
Azul took a deep breath and said, "I'm done. With the White Fang." He said as he took out his old White Fang mask and tossed it to the ground right in front of Scar.
Scar followed the action with his head, then looked up at Azul. "Why? We're actually making a difference! The humans respect us!" Scar growled out.
"They fear us." Azul countered, taking a couple of steps back. "I had envisioned a future where we live together, peacefully. Instead, we're moving back towards a war, one that will end with the extinction of us or them." He shook his head. "I don't want any part in that. I'm gonna put some good use to my training. I'm gonna become a Huntsman."
Scar glared at him, then slowly put his own mask on. "How dare you betray the cause. You helped build what the White Fang is now."
"Yes, and now I must seek redemption for that." Azul stated, slowly drawing his sword.
Scar looked back at the discarded mask, then placed a foot on it. "They say the only way to get true redemption…" He then crushed the mask. "Is through DEATH!" The next instant, Scar has his dual katanas drawn and crossing blades with Azul.
Azul was barely holding him back. So he spun and got their blades disengaged from each other, then put some distance between them. But it wasn't long before they were crossing blades again.
One of the lion Faunus' blades clashed against Azul's while the other tried to stab him. He just leaned back to dodge, then dropped to a crouching position and kicked out Scar's feet.
He fell to the ground and rolled away to face Azul, who sheathed his sword. This confused Scar, but he disregarded it and charged at him. Azul moved out of the way at the last second and placed his hand on his back. In a instant, ice covered Scar, some places had only enough ice to immobilized him, other areas were fully covered.
Azul straightened up and faced his old friend. "Tell everyone whatever you want to. I'm done killing for the White Fang." He started walking away, but cracking ice had him turning back.
Scar moved just enough to make eye contact with him. "N-n-next time w-w-we meet, I w-w-will kill you."
Azul smirked. "Sorry, but my sister said that she's the only one who's allowed to kill me." Then he walked into the forest and disappeared.
There are many causes I would die for. There is not a single cause I would kill for.
The last of the sun's rays were peaking through the skyline of the city of Vale, creating a beautiful picture. The moon just began appearing when two blurs past through the rooftops, maneuvering through roof vents.
The first blur is a girl with a long brown ponytail that curls at the end. She has tan skin with spots decorating her skin. Covering her face is a White Fang mask with small curled horns on it. She's wearing a black, plum, and navy sleeveless stealth suit with short legs.
The other blur is also a girl with short blonde hair that has a row of purple feathers going down the middle of the top of her head. She has slightly tan skin and burning purple eyes. She's wearing an armored black hoodie with armored tan pants and combat boots.
The first girl pulled out something and pulled the trigger on it. A long whip extended from it, to which she used to cut vents and pipes to slow down her pursuer. The other girl deftly maneuvered through each obstacle. She pulled out her own weapon, a glaive that's longer than she is tall by a foot and a half.
The other girl sliced another metal frame, one that was holding up a small water unit. The other girl didn't have enough time to move out of the way.
The first girl kept running, looking back to make sure her pursuer is following her. While she was looking back, the other girl's glaive came out from around a large ventilation unit. The girl tripped and fell to the ground.
She only had enough time to get on her back before a blade was held to her throat. She looked up to see the other girl holding her glaive at her throat. "What are you waiting for? Finish me, Tielian." The girl demanded, almost in a mocking tone.
The other girl, Tielian, shook her head. "I'm not here to kill you, Ilia."
Ilia huffed. "Then why were you chasing me?"
"Because if you're here, so is the White Fang. What are they planning?" She demanded, pushing the tip closer to Ilia's neck.
Ilia just smirked. "I know you, you wouldn't kill me, or anyone for that matter." She confidently said as she batted the glaive away from her throat.
"You're right." Tielian stated, then twirled the glaive around and knocked Ilia out with the blunt end. "But that doesn't mean I won't knock you out."
With Ilia out, Tielian began to go through Ilia's pockets and pulled out her scroll. She began going through it to figure out what she and the White Fang are up to. After a few minutes, she found out they were doing a small operation in the warehouse district, among her contacts of all things.
So Tielian began making her way to where their operation is supposed to happen. It takes about twenty minutes to get there. She counts at least a few dozen of them, moving about outside one of the warehouses.
Tielian ran along the tops of the buildings until she was on the one right next to her target, then dropped down into the shadowed alleyway. A couple of guards passed, but didn't noticed her drop. She pulled her hood over her head and snuck inside the warehouse with practiced ease, going undetected by all around her.
After a few minutes of sneaking through room after room, she makes it to what she assumes is the lieutenant's office. She peaks in the room to make sure no one was there at the moment. Once it was clear, she sneaks in and began going through desk drawers, as well as filing cabinets. After a few minutes, she finds a file labeled, 'New Orders'. She opens it and read it quietly to herself. "'Find a suitable warehouse to operate from inside Vale. Our new… associate's plan mostly involves Vale, particularly Beacon Academy. Adam.'" Tielian set the file down. "What are you planning?" She asked herself.
"Hey!" Tielian turns to see the Lieutenant himself. In an instant, she bursted into flames and disappeared. She reappeared right behind him and knocked him out with the blunt end of her glaive.
Because the lieutenant was at the door, she ended up in the hallway, where more White Fang goons appeared and ran at her. She ran the opposite direction, trying to look for an alternate exit. After about thirty seconds of running around, she found an exit and burst through the door.
Unfortunately, she ended up out front with most of the White Fang goons. They began pulling out their weapons, varying between guns and melee. Some of them began aiming their guns at her, but a second later, Tielian disappeared in a burst of flames, then reappeared behind them.
She started twirling her glaive around, knocking out each of the gun wielders with the butt end of her weapon. They were all knocked out before they could react to her. The ones with sword started coming at her.
When the first one sliced at Tielian, she disappeared into flames and reappeared on top of some crates. Her glaive's blades folded back against the shaft and a trigger popped out of the shaft. Her weapon changed into a carbine, to which she aimed at the White Fang goons. Once she was sure of her aim, she began firing at them.
She had stun rounds, so when she landed hits, they fell unconscious. She kept this up until the last one fell. When she was sure that they were all unconscious, she called the authorities, then made her way out of the Warehouse District.
Once she was far enough away, she pulled out her scroll to check the time, only to realize that she has a miss call. "Crap." She quickly dialed the number.
After a few rings, the phone picks up. "Just remember we had a date tonight?"
Tielian cringed as she said, "Well, you see, I ran into a old friend of mine…"
A chuckle on the other end put her at ease. "How far away are you?"
She shrugged, more to herself. "About twenty minutes. Give or take."
"Then I'll see you in twenty minutes." He said.
Tielian smirked. "See you soon, Gole." Then she hung up and disappeared into flames.
Never come between a dragon and their wraith, nothing good will come from it… for anyone.
The vast desert that encircles the city of Vauco, a collection of oases that formed into one metropolis. The outskirts of the city are mostly huts and small houses. The interior of the city is the actual metropolitan area, modernized buildings and skyscrapers.
The desert acts as a natural barrier against the Creatures of Grimm. Most die long before they reach the city. It's also why it survived the Great War.
Among the bustling crowds walking through the crowded streets, a man was running through them. He was shoving past people, frantically trying to get away from someone. Behind him, people were just straighten themselves up when a shadow passed over them.
The guy looked back, but didn't see his pursuer behind him. The shadow passing over him prompted him to look up, only to gasp and increase his pace. He ran straight into a plaza area where the crowd parted, leaving him out in the open.
Before he could run any further, the shadow descended upon him. It landed right on him, kicking up a dust cloud and obscuring both of them.
When it cleared, it revealed a woman wearing silver with purple trimming, flexible segmented cuirass over her purple tunic. On both of her shoulders, she has segmented pauldrons with the same color scheme as well as wrist and shin guards over her black jeans. On her back is a pair of scaly wings and scaly tail swinging back and forth.
She leans down towards the man. "Tsk, tsk. You weren't much of a chase. I prefer my quarry to put a fight." She places her foot right on the man's head. "Now, where is it?"
The guy struggled against her foot. "Where's what?" He grunted out.
The girl tsked and pulled out her sword. It's a gladius style sword with a revolving chamber at the guard. She leveled her sword against his throat. "I'm not stupid. I know you were at her grave and I know that you have no connection to her. Plus, the necklace I left there is gone now. So, you have one last chance to tell me the truth before I cut your head off."
"Alright! I swiped the necklace off her grave. The broad is dead, what does she need it for?" The guy confessed.
The girl sneered at him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to steal from dragons? Especially a Draconis?"
The guy turned his head enough to look at the girl only to gasp. "Shit! I didn't know it belonged to you, Ms. Roma Draconis."
The girl, Roma, moved her sword away from his neck, but kept it out. "Should of done more research on the grave you robbed. Now, where is the necklace?" She asked.
"I sold it to some guy. He thought he was some kind of hot shot since he's apart of some bandit tribe. His tribe just passed through and is heading into Vale territory." He rushed out.
Roma tsked. "Bandits. Nothing but lowlifes." She removed her foot from his head and placed it in the middle of his back. "Now what to do with you?"
"What?!" The guys exclaimed, trying to get up. "But I told you where the necklace is!"
"Yes, but it was you who stole it." Roma countered. "You know how they punished thieves in the old days?" She asked.
The guy shuttered. "H-how?"
Roma smirked. "It's real simple…" She said, grabbing his right arm with her tail and held it up. "They cut your hand off!" Then proceeded to cut his right hand off, to which he began screaming.
Roma stepped off the guy and stabbed the useless appendage with her sword to pick it up. The guy continued screaming and clutching his wrist. The crowd, having heard most of what was said between the two, went about their business. The Dragon Faunus began walking away with her trophy in hand.
A few minutes later, she hopped onto a train heading into Vale. The border wasn't far, so she had crossed it and was off at the next train station. Roma walked into the nearest tavern to begin her search for the bandit tribe.
After gathering enough information, she pinpointed where the bandits are likely to hit next, some little town in the middle of nowhere. Once again, she was on the road again.
She was only about twenty minutes away when she saw smoke coming from the direction she's heading. Roma smirked and whispered, "Bingo." Then began running towards the destruction.
When Roma gets there, she hops into a nearby tree and watches. She sees the last of the defenders being killed by the bandits while the women and children are being forced to huddle together in the middle of town. She could see some of the bandits eying the women, waiting for the order to have at them. About thirty feet away from them, the men that weren't part of the defense were being lined up, side by side. The bandits were executing them.
Roma tsked, There's no pleasure in killing innocents, she thought to herself. She was about to move on when she saw the bandits get to one man who had a boy screaming. He even broke free from the others and began running towards the man. One of the bandits, a overly built guy with a large greatsword on his back, backhanded the boy and drew his sword.
He raised the blade above his head, intent on ending the boy's life. The man struggled to get up, but the others held him while the women forced the children to look away.
The bandit brought the sword down, making the boy flinch and look away. After a few seconds of nothing happening, he looked back to see a woman in armor, hold the sword back with some sort of energy shield.
Before the bandit could register it, Roma swung her sword and decapitated him in one swing. Everyone gasped while Roma smirked. As soon as she lowered her shield, it dissipated while her aura covered her body again.
She began walking towards the rest of the bandits, who were still stunned by what just happened. It wasn't until Roma started sprinting towards them that they pulled out their weapons and charged her.
The first one she reached, she flipped over her shoulder and blocked the attack of the next one with her sword. She spun her sword and disarmed the guy, then kicked him away. The next one swung in a wide arc with his battleaxe only for Roma to jump above the arc and kick down on him. She stabbed him straight through the right shoulder.
Another guy ran at her, but she jumped over him and used his a head to launch herself further into the air. That's when she unfolded her wings and kept herself in the air. One of the bandits changed his sword into a simple rifle and fired at her. She dodged easily, then dived towards him. She landed on him feet first and crushed his ribcage.
The guy she flipped over her shoulder jumped onto her back and tried to choke her. She flipped her sword around and stabbed him, then he slid off and to his knees, she spun around and took his head off.
A gunshot knocked her sword out of her hand and sent it flying into a wall. Before she could figure out which one shot her sword, another was swiping at her with his katana. After dodging several swipes, she got ahold of his sword arm and dislocated it. Then she kicked out his knee and broke his neck.
She turned towards the last man standing, who was shaking in fear. Roma smirked and ran towards him. The guy lifted his gun at her and fired. Roma raised her left forearm and formed her hand into a fist. Her shield activated and blocked the bullets. She kept it raised and ran right into the guy, then kicked his gun away.
The guy charged her and gripped her midsection with his upper body. She demonstrated her strength by lifting him up and dropping him head first onto the ground. She quickly put her foot over his neck and crushed it.
Roma huffed, "Pitiful." She heard some heavy breathing and saw the one she stabbed straight through the shoulder trying to crawl towards the nearest weapon. Roma casually walked towards where her sword is and pulled it out, then slowly walked towards the guy.
Just as he was about to grab a gun, Roma stomped on his hand. "Maybe you can help me. I'm looking for one of your guys who recently bought a necklace from a thief. Ring any bells?" She asked as she applied more pressure to his hand.
"Argh! Fuck you!" He yelled out.
Roma just raised an eyebrow. "Not the usual cowardly bandit, are we? Too bad it makes no difference to me." She aimed her sword at his face. "Who has the necklace?"
The guy smirked. "I'm more afraid of my chieftain then you."
A sadistic grin formed on Roma's face, one that wiped the smirk of the guy's face. "I was hoping you would say that." She said as she moved the tip of her sword towards his right eye.
Just before she could blind him, "ENOUGH!" A feminine voice yelled out. Roma looked towards the voice to see a couple more bandits. One of them was wearing combat armor with furs draped over it and a fur hood obscuring his face. On his back is a huge battleaxe with a stock and trigger at the end of the shaft.
Next to him is a woman wearing a shallow cut black dress, five necklaces with an assortment of beads, a red girdle-belt, and a pair of matching gauntlets. An object that looks to be made from feathers hangs from the right side of her skirt. She also wears detached black leggings with a red splatter pattern, and black leather boots beneath them. Her most distinctive feature is a fearsome, full-face mask that has four eye slits, one can barely make out red eyes underneath the mask.
Roma turned and faced the two, with the other guy getting to his knees. He smirked at Roma, "Now you're in for-" Roma cut his sentence off by slicing his head off.
The big guy put his hand on the shaft of his axe, but the woman held her hand up. "I hope you have a good reason for killing my kinsmen." She emphasize a unsaid threat by placing her hand on the long sword that she's holding with her other hand.
Roma nodded. "Of course. I'm looking for a necklace one of your 'kinsmen' bought from a thief that robbed it from a grave."
The woman remove her hand from the sword. "You killed six men all for a necklace?" She asked skeptically.
Roma thought it over, then nodded. "Seems like it. So which one bought the necklace?"
The woman turned to the guy. "My second. From what I hear from the rest of the tribe, there's a woman he likes that he was planning on-"
"I don't care. I want the necklace back." Roma interrupted.
The big guy growled and pulled out his huge axe. "You're not getting it."
Roma grinned and got into a combat stance. "I'm leaving with it, with or without your consent."
Before either of them could engage, the woman stood in between them. "Enough men died for something petty." She stated, looking over Roma now noticing her distinct features. "You're a Draconis, are you not?"
Roma huffed, but did not move from her stance. "What of it?"
"Perhaps we can come to an agreement, to prevent more bloodshed." She suggested.
Roma smirked. "Negotiating? Afraid that I'll kill you?" She teased.
The big guy growled, but the woman held her hand up. "No, I'm more afraid of what your family is capable of." The woman began walking towards Roma. "The Draconis family is just a sleeping dragon, waiting for something to disturb its slumber. And when it awakens," She stopped a few feet away from Roma. "No force will be able to stop its destruction."
Roma held her stance for a few seconds, then sheathed her sword. "What do you have in mind?"
The woman removed her mask to reveal a middle aged woman with bright red eyes. "I'll give you back the necklace in exchange for a favor."
Roma narrowed her eyes at her. "I don't like owing a favor for a complete stranger, but… I guess it depends on the favor, Ms…?"
"Branwen. Raven Branwen." She stated. "And don't worry about the favor now. I'll call when I need it." She walks back over to her second and held her hand out to him. He grunted, but reluctantly gave her the necklace. Then she threw it at Roma, who caught it effortlessly.
Roma looked it over before looking back at the two. "You know how to contact me, I assume?" Raven nodded. "Good day." She began walking away, only to remember the hostages were still there, apparently not smart enough to run away when they had the chance. "I suppose it's too much to ask to spare them?"
Raven looked over at the hostages. "Well, since they didn't take the opportunity to leave…" Hearing that, the civilians began running out of town. "Oh no, they got away." She said in a bored tone.
Roma huffed and continued on her way out of town.