The Past is Inescapable

by TyrianDev

Tyrian Regalia, a teenager who suffered nothing but the loss of his family and the death of the first lover, goes on to fulfill his lovers dying wish; to become a Huntsmen. 17, he enrolls to Beacon Academy and befriends unlikely people that would form an unbreakable bond. However, his past is still chained to him. This is Tyrian's story. (A RWBY fanfiction)

1. Regalia

Regalia

Chapter 1

"Happy birthday day to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Tyrian!...Happy birthday to you!" The family congratulated

It was Tyrian's fourteenth birthday, a day where he's finally a man in his family. His fifteen family members all gathered around the long wooden rectangular table, Tyrian, being the center of everyone's attention. All gathered around him were his five brothers, one of them being his younger brother, three sisters, two uncles, two aunts, and to top it off, his mother and father, but his oldest brother was nowhere to be found. Once when everyone was done congratulating Tyrian, they all pulled up their chairs and sat around the rectangular table, still, they focused all their attention on Tyrian. Tyrian examined the area nervously with a crooked smile. His expression changed when he realized that there was an empty chair.

"Hey papa, where's big brother?" Tyrian asked

Tyrian, the fifth oldest male sibling in the Regalia family. Right next to him is his younger brother, Yale, both look alike. His skin is pale white. His hair is dark purple that's kept messy. He wears a white loose tank top with black sweat pants, tagging along with his clothes is his purple slippers. His eye color is amber yellow, the same goes for his twin brother. He stands near five feet and four inches tall. When he was first born, he didn't really do much. He would help his mother with the chores around the house or hang out with whomever he pleases to. One day, it could be his uncle, and another is a whole day spending time with one of his siblings. When he spends time with his siblings, he would watch their regular routine, if he's lucky enough, he would go outside and follow his brothers or sisters, observing everything they do, with amazement in his eyes.

"Oh, Navy? Don't worry about him. He'll be here any minute now." Tyrian's father replied

"Knock, knock, knock" a sound came from the front door

The whole family looked at the door, all stayed quiet except for Tyrian's father.

"Huh? Well, speak of the devil. Navy's right at the door. Brink, get the door will you?" Tyrian's father said

"Sure thing, pops" Brink gladly said

Brink, the fourth oldest male sibling in the family. The fastest in the family and the most athletic. His skin color is white and his hair color is light pink. The color of his eyes is chestnut brown. He wears a light pink and dark brown tracksuit with light pink running shoes. Around his head is a brown headband, not to mention, he has smaller versions of the headbands around both of his wrists. His height is somewhere around five feet and four inches tall and his age is seventeen years old.

Brink stood up and instantly, he was at the door. He gripped the doorknob, opening it for the oldest brother, Navy.

"What up, Navy! Took you long enough to get home." Brink greeted

"I could have came home sooner, but this bear wouldn't want to give in." Navy apologized

The oldest and the strongest sibling out of both genders is Navy Regalia. Navy stands around seven feet and five inches tall and his age is twenty-five years old. His hair is dark blue and his eyes are baby blue. For his facial features, he has a full dark blue beard. His skin tone is a light tan and across his face is a scar. Navy, tends to be serious a majority of the time. He's topless except having a coat with the collar being fill of bear fur. That bear was the first animal he killed when he first became a man too. As a reward, he got to skin the bear and wear it as a prize. On his body is a tattoo of lions teeth. He wears gray pants with a belt loosely placed. For his feet, he wears black boots. Because of his strength, he leads his brothers and sisters. In Tyrian's eyes, he sees Navy as a role model.

Navy drops the corpse of the dead grizzly bear he fought for to prove his family at the entrance of the house. Navy took his lions to head off from his shoulder and placed it on a coat racket. He then walked forward, examining the area. He makes a perplexed face.

"why are we all gathered around the table? It isn't time for dinner, the last time I recalled..." Navy asked

Navy, soon remembered that it was Tyrian's birthday. Navy changed his expression with a smile, walking up to Tyrian. As the birthday boy watches Navy come towards him, Tyrian stares at Navy with awe. Navy knelt down right to Tyrian and placed his right hand on Tyrian's shoulder.

"Happy birthday, brother. You're finally a man now." Navy honored

Tyrian's eyes sparkled as he looked at Navy. He slightly hanged his jaw open in awe as Navy said those following words. Hearing Navy congratulation Tyrian was something special to him. His voice was soft and calm, a voice you could simply fall asleep by. Not only that, Tyrian always wanted for Navy to acknowledge him. When Tyrian was just a child, he saw Navy fight an Ursa (a type of monster), with just his fists. The Ursa fell prey to Navy, making him victorious. Tyrian was amazed, he was impressed by his inhuman strength and his will to kill an Ursa with no weapon. Whenever danger calls, Navy was first in line. So, seeing Navy wishing Tyrian happy birthday felt nearly the world to him.

Before Navy sat at the empty seat, he stood up and gently patted Tyrian's shoulder. Once when he sat down, the whole family started to have a conversation among themselves, leaving Tyrian alone. Suddenly, a voice rose above everyone's chat. It was Carmine, the third oldest brother. Carmine is not the one who should be taken lightly. His thirst for blood is what he talks about constantly and all he ever wants to do is either kill something or start a fight. His hair is dark red and is placed as a comb-over. His eyes are forest green and they seem like they don't have any humanity in them. He has a scar passing through his left eye. Underneath his right eye is a small birthmark. His grins would always give an unpleasant feeling. On his face are a couple of bandages, one on his nose and another on his left cheek. He has a 5'0 clock aftershave for his facial hair. He wears a necklace made out of animal predators teeth and wears a bright red jacket vest, under it would be a white dress shirt. He wears tight blue jeans and has a dark red with white colorings for converses. His age is twenty years old and his height is six feet tall.

"Wait a minute?!" Carmine slams the table with his hands. "If Tyrian is a man today...then that means...I CAN FIGHT HIM! MAN TO MAN! THAT'S PERFECT!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

Everyone stared at Carmine. You'd expect that the father would intervene and stop him or at least anyone would try to stop Carmine, but in reality, they didn't really care. They saw it as another excuse for Carmine to punch something. The family is used to Carmine's whining for blood. Carmine lifted his leg and placed it on the table pointing at Tyrian.

"COME ON, TYRIAN! YOU AND ME! FIST TO FIST!" Carmine declared with an evil beam

Tyrian looked at Carmine with confusion, he stayed quiet, hoping that Carmine could calm down. He sat still in his chair, waiting for Carmine to pull the first move.

"FINE!" Carmine yelled. "IF YOU'RE NOT COMING TO ME! THEN I'LL COME TO YOU!" Carmine stood on top of the table, just about to run after Tyrian. He pushed himself forward until he felt a sudden halt from his momentum. He grunted and looked behind. He saw that the oldest sister, Crayola, is holding him by the collar.

"Carmine. How many times do I have to tell you that fighting with your own family is WRONG!" She said while facepalming herself

"LET ME GO! I WANNA FIGHT HIM! THIS IS WHAT MEN DO RIGHT!?" Carmine argued as he struggled to let loose

"NO! Men don't always fight and besides Tyrian just turned into a man, give him a break at least." Crayola pleaded

The oldest and the wisest sibling is, Crayola Regalia. Her hair is light yellow and was kept in a waterfall braid hairstyle. Her eyes are a pale tint of yellow. Underneath her warm smile is a birthmark and her skin color is pale white. Crayola, being not only the wisest in the family, she holds another name as well. She's the one who tries to maintain peace at home. Whenever there was arguing, Crayola would settle things for them. Whenever a fight is about to break loose, she was there to stop it. Though, it's rare for the family to see them arguing and fighting, there is, but one person, Carmine. Crayola keeps a close surveillance on Carmine since he's the troublemaker. If Crayola is busy handling something else, she would call on Tyrian and his twin brother, Yale to keep an eye on Carmine. She wears a light yellow turtleneck that's mixed with some black features and she wears pale yellow khakis, along with her clothes is a pair of black flat top shoes. Over her clothes, she wears a white poncho that has a small light yellow button around the collar. Her height is six feet five inches tall and her age is twenty-four years old.

"Tyrian!" Crayola boomed across the table, trying to call Tyrian's attention. Tyrian soon lost focus on Carmine and looked directly at Crayola, stiffing his back in the process

"Y-yes, ma'am!" Tyrian responded to Crayola's command

"Tell me, do you want to fight Carmine? No? Correct?" Crayola questioned

"U-uh, no ma'am!" Tyrian stuttered. He looked away from Crayola and nervously muttered "I don't like hurting Carmine. In fact, I don't like fighting."

"There's your answer. Tyrian doesn't want to fight. I don't want to see you two fight. NONE OF US! Wants to see anybody fighting. Now, please, Carmine, can you calm down?" Crayola begged

Carmine studied the area, thinking to himself how idiotic he couldn't fight. He then faced to his right, sucking his teeth while crossing his arms as of disapproval. Crayola gave a sigh and set Carmine free. Crayola showed her hand in front of him, giving him a sign of offering to help him get down the table. Carmine accepted the request and allowed her to help him down. When he touched the ground he took a quick glaze at her and immediately looking the other direction. Crayola quietly laughs off the rude action of what Carmine just did. Shortly after, the two siblings sat back at their seat and continued what they were doing before they were disrespectfully interrupted. Tyrian gave a sigh of relieve because Carmine stopped with his act and everything was set back to normal.

"Oh come now. It's okay Carmine. Come sit next to me and I'll change that moody look of yours~." Daofy flirted

Daofy, the youngest female sibling in the family. Despite her beauty, all she does is flirt with her brothers and sisters, but the one person she flirts the most is Carmine. She tries to gain the attention of him because she adores his blood-lust and how bold he always is. All of the attributes of Carmine are what Daofy loves about him. She sees him as a true man, always thirsty for blood and war, never to back down from a fight, and carries such strength to prove his manliness. Daofy never stops blushing. Daofy's skin tone is white. Her hair is barn red that's kept in a mermaid lob hairstyle, but one bang slightly covering her left eye. Her eye colors are coral pink. On her neck is a black neck choker that has a small red rose in the middle. She wears a black tank top, in the center is an emblem of a red lipstick kiss. She wears torn up tight jeans and wears dark red high heels. Her voice sounds seductive and smooth. Her height is five feet and nine inches tall (with the high heels) and her age is twenty-years-old.

"It's never a dull moment with these guys. Everyday is always something new. I love them all." Tyrian told himself as he observed everyone around the table, pulling off a small smile as he speaks to himself.

As everyone chats, Tyrian's father body jumps and makes a face as if he remembered something. He stood up from his chair and covering his mouth with a fist.

"Ahem!" He notified everyone. The family conversation begins to die out and paid attention to him. "I almost forgot! It's time to give Tyrian his presents." He pointed out as he looked over the second oldest brother. "Salmon, give him his gift."

"R-right!" Salmon fussed

Salmon got up from his chair and reached for a dirty cloth that was underneath the table. He stuck out his tongue for a sign of struggle and tried to hold a grasp on the mysterious present.

"Gotcha!" Salmon smiled

He took the strange present out of the table and walked towards Tyrian. Tyrian watched Salmon come to him as he covers the present with his arms. He soon was right in front of him, holding out the gift. Tyrian was unsure of what could be under the dirty cloth and hesitated to reach for the present.

"Go on now. Take it! You'll like what's inside!" Salmon said to Tyrian, attempting to reassure him

Tyrian gently took the present from Salmon's hands and placed it on the table. He looked at everyone, making sure he was getting the approval of family. Navy nodded, Crayola looked pleased, Carmine rudely looked away with his chin held high, Brink through up a thumbs up, Yale smiled, Daofy winked at Tyrian, Salmon grinned, and Munsell looked eager to see what's inside the cloth. Tyrian uncovered the cloth and saw a pair of two black and purple claws. Tyrian faces blow up with joy and hugged Salmon.

"Thank you, Salmon! This is the best gift ever!" He said with glee

"This is a present from all of us, mom, dad, our uncles, and aunts. EVERYONE!" Salmon stated as he hugged Tyrian back. "And it was made by yours truly, Salmon Regalia." He bowed before Tyrian.

Salmon, the second oldest male brother in the family. Salmon is the brother who loved building, wielding, and creating new things. He specializes in weapon building and because of that, he made a majority of the weapons that all his siblings hold, including his own, "Vulcan" Salmons dual wield blades, another is Carmine's dual wield swords, "Mars", Munsell's bow "Diana", Brink's boots "Talaria", and now Tyrian's claws, his other siblings Navy and Crayola, they had to build weapons of their own. Navy's is large heavy metal gauntlets, the "Nemean" and Crayola's weapon is a simple dual wield blades called "Minerva". All of the weapons Salmon made are singles, they don't have any mixtures of other weapons at all. Salmon's place in the family is the blacksmith. He would stay in his room day and night, locked away in the darkness, having the only source of light is the fire that shines from the forging oven. Metal being hammered and heat touching water, creating a sizzled sound can be heard from his room every day. Salmon has reddish-orange hair that flipped to the side. His face always has a smudge of charcoal smeared across his cheek and he has a small goatee growing on his chin. His skin tone is tan. On his face is a black eye patch on his left eye, it was due to some casualties as he worked with the anvil. On his eye patch is an emblem of an anvil. His eye color is royal purple. He wears a plain wood brown t-shirt, over his t-shirt is a blacksmith apron. His pants are white smoke cargoes and his boots are dark brown. His height is six feet three inches tall and his age is twenty-two years old.

"Hey, Tyrian! We should give them a test run!" Munsell excitedly recommended

"Well, not now. I don't even know how to use these claws. Maybe tomorrow we could try." Tyrian said as he shut down her offer

"AWWW MAN! I wanna see if we could go outside and give it a spin!" Munsell wept

Munsell, the second oldest sister in the family. Her placement, sharpshooter. Ever since she was a child, she loved every aspect the bow and arrow had to offer. She loved them so much that she dedicated her entire life, training with the bow and arrow. Now that she's older, her aiming skills top everyone else in the family, even Navy's. With each shot she makes, all of them being precise and accurate. She would go outside and use animals or Grimms as practice shots to increase her skills even more. Her skin is white. Her hair is Munsell green that's kept in a wavy bob hairstyle. On her face, she has freckles. Her eyes are light green. She wears a dark brown hoodies-less hunting jacket, underneath her jacket is a black shirt. Around her neck is a necklace that has an arrow as it's the main feature. Her pants are black jeans and her shoes are dark brown hunting boots. Her height is six feet two inches and her age is twenty-one years old.

Everyone settled down and sat back in their seats. Tyrian took one more gaze at his new weapons before he puts them away. As he puts his claws under his chair he remembers that his father told him that he could answer one question for his birthday.

"Papa, can I ask you a question?" Tyrian asked

"What is it, my son?" He replied

"Where are we? And why don't I see any other people than just us?" Tyrian wondered

Tyrian's father raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Where are we? We're at home, don't be silly now."

Tyrian narrowed his eyes and wasn't convinced enough. "You said that you'd answer any question of mine for my birthday!"

"Fine, fine, fine. Only because it's your birthday." Tyrian's father paused. "We live in Mantle, or now known as, Atlas. To answer your question of seeing the lack of other humans is because we live far from civilization. Your mother, uncles, aunts, and I all wanted to live away from all the aftermath we experienced as children right after the Great War. We passed through villages and amazing cities, we climbed mountains and walked over fields covered in snow. We roamed around Atlas from day to night, hoping that we could find the peace that we all wanted. Then, we came here, an empty area, where trees and mountains guarded this shallow premises, but only one tree that stands tall and mighty. That's where we decided to live. Soon after that, your uncles and I worked on building this house while your aunts and your mother would kill animals for food. We were all fully grown adults when we felt comfortable in the area. Then, Navy was first born, after that Crayola, then Salmon, then Munsell, and etc. The kids soon started venturing out and gather resources for the family as soon as they turned fourteen. Now, you will be following their footstep, Tyrian. But! It's been years since we contacted with any other human beings, so we have no idea what could have changed beyond our home." He explained

Tyrian was amazed and surprised that he lived in a secluded area. He stayed quiet as he tried to make out all the information he heard.

"Did that answer your question?" Tyrian's father sarcastically said

"Ah uh." Tyrian nodded as he hummed

"Now then, I believe the night has fallen. Everyone head for your room and fall asleep." Father announced. He then looked directly as Tyrian while pulling off a grin. "Tyrian, you'll be having your first job as a man starting tomorrow. Be prepared for anything that comes your way. Okay?" He stated. "But! Before we all go to sleep, let's take a picture to remember this day, shall we? Salmon, get the camera." He requested

The whole family gathered around the table, having Tyrian in the middle. Salmon pulled up the camera with its own stance. He pressed on a button and quickly ran to the group.

"Okay, now! Smile!" Tyrian's father said

The flash soon covered the room as everyone blinked, trying to readjust to the camera's light. The brothers and sisters went upstairs first, while the mother and father stayed behind. Tyrian walked to his room as Yale followed. Tyrian grabbed a match and lit up a couple of candles. Yale ran to his bed and belly-flopped on top of his.

"Ahhh~ I feels so good to lay down!" Yale groaned in relief. He turned around and looked at Tyrian as he puts on his pajamas. "I can't wait for it to be my birthday! Just only one more day left! Also! When are you going to pick up all those dirty socks around your bed!?" He yelled.

"Shhhh! Be quiet, you don't want to wake up the rest of them do you?!" Tyrian hushed Yale

"Oh come on, Tyrian. Soon I'll be a man with you!" Yale said

"Wait, you're thirteen right now, right?" Tyrian asked, trying to remember

"Uhh, yes?" Yale answered

"And...you're turning fourteen in one more day...right?" Tyrian added

"YES! DID YOU FORGET MY BIRTHDAY, ALREADY?!" Yale shouted

Tyrian shrugged his shoulder and tried to withstand Jet's shout. "yeah...kinda..." He answered

"HOW COULD YOU FORGET MY BIRTHDAY?! I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOURS!" Yale questioned

"Well, I sure did..." Tyrian instantly said

"OH SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!" Yale commanded

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm already way ahead of you." Tyrian answered back

Tyrian stood up and peered over the candles to blow them out. With each candle being blown out, the room begins to get dimmer and dimmer, until the window shown the night sky, creating an alternate light source. Tyrian walked back to his bed and heard Yale wishing him good night. He smiles and replies and the same thing. He pulls up his blanket and wraps around himself in it. After he's done, he faces the ceiling, breathing quietly and softly. He thinks back to himself all the times he's been with his family, all the joy he's witness with them.

"huh, I love these guys too much." Tyrian sighs

Slowly, he closes his eyes, falling deep into the land of dreams. Then, pitch black. He fell asleep.

The sun rose once again and today was Tyrian's first day as a man. His older brother, Navy came up to their room, early in the morning, somewhere around six o' clock. He busted through their room and lit up the candles. He then walked over to Tyrian's bed and gently pushed Tyrian.

"Tyrian. Wake up!" He silently yelled

"mmmmmmmm..." Tyrian moaned

Navy frowned and stood up.

"Very well. If you're going to be like that, then I'll have to wake you up by force." Navy said

Navy grabbed Tyrian's blanket, pulling back, Tyrian spun around and hit the floor.

"OW! Who did that?! Yale?!" Tyrian ranted

"There's no time to waste. Remember, today, we must assign you to your first job." Navy mentioned

Tyrian sat up and rubbed his right eye as he yawned.

"Navy...is that you?" Tyrian recognized his voice

"Yes, brother. Now, come. We have work to do." Navy stated

Navy pulled out his hand and helped Tyrian get up. As the two brothers walked out of the room, Yale was still sound asleep. First, Tyrian did he daily thing. Take a shower, brush his teeth, put on some clothes, eat breakfast, and do some chores. Tyrian followed all of his routines except for the last one, doing chores. Tyrian stood right next to the door with the new weapons that Salmon has crafted for him. Navy, Crayola, his mother, and father stood right in front of him. Tyrian's father stepped forward and faced him.

"Today! You will start your first job as a man. Your mission; gather some firewood. Simple enough, right?" Tyrian's father commanded

Tyrian was excited until his father told him his first job. His face filled with determination and joy, soon to be shut down by how pathetic his job was. Crayola noticed his expression and stood right next to their father.

"Uhh...Tyrian? Aren't you happy about your first assignment? Crayola nervously asked

"No, no, no. It's fine. I was hoping for a bigger challenge but, this is fine." Tyrian said

Tyrian turns around and opens the door to the snow-covered forest. He peers to his left and sees them rooting for him. Navy nodded his head, Crayola waves a goodbye, his father looks proudly at him, and his mother begins to well up tears of joy.

"I'll be back guys, don't worry!" Tyrian yelled

The sound of a wooden door closed shut, and the crackles of snow being stomped on were heard. The wind blew at Tyrian's face as he progressed to find the perfect firewood. Everything was covered in blankets of snow, making it difficult for one to see. Tyrian was already used to Atlas's fierce and unforgiving weather. The wind blowing in his face, the coldness creeping up on his warm body, the steam coming out his mouth as he breathes, he was used to it all. You'd had to expect a child being born in a frozen forest to get used to this type of weather by now.

"Man, how far is it just to find some damn firewood?" Tyrian thought to himself

Tyrian looks at his claws and starts wondering about it.

"Now that I have some time to think. What should I call my claws? How about...Prelude?" Tyrian suggested. "Yeah...Prelude. I like the name!" Tyrian said as he examined his weapon.

Tyrian came to a sudden halt and scanned the whole area.

"This seems like a good spot to find some firewood," Tyrian said

He walked around, taking a good look at each tree, trying to see if they reach the firewood expectation. The firewood that the family uses is not just some regular firewood. In the forest they all live in, there are some trees planted that are questionable perfect for firewood. These certain types of trees are able to last nearly a month in the fire, unlike regular firewood, they would last somewhere about a week or so. So it's Tyrian's job to find that special firewood that would keep his family warm for a month. At last, Tyrian found the tree that holds the special firewood and takes out his weapons, preparing to chop the tree down.

"This tree totally fits the bill," Tyrian confirmed as grips his claws

"Alright, let's get cutting," Tyrian said

Tyrian flings his right claw to the side, hitting the tree in the process. The claw's hooks get caught up on the tree and Tyrian grunts. He frowns and pulls his arm, trying to drag the claw across the tree. The sound of wood being broken and wood chips falling to the ground filled the air. Tyrian, then mixed things up by throwing his left claw at the tree. For some strange reason, using his left claw was much easier than using his right. Tyrian huffed and puffed as sweat began to drip down his face.

"Damn...this is harder than it seems..." Tyrian panted

Tyrian hears the sound of chains hitting each other. He immediately looks to his weapon and realized that there were shackles attached to the hilt of his claws. He faces the sky, remembering that Salmons signature way of creating new weapons was that he added chains to the bottom of the weapons he created, all his sibling's weapons, except for Brink and Munsell. That way, the weapon can be used for long range and mid-range.

"Ahh, I totally forgot that I had these things!" Tyrian said

Tyrian grabbed the chains and wrapped each set on each arm. Once when he was done, he let his claws free, relying on the chains for carrying the claws. The chains begin to rattle and shake with every movement he makes. For the last time, Tyrian swings his claws by using the chains, instantly, the claws ripped right through the tree. This way of striking was pretty efficient for Tyrian. The whole tree came crumbling down and it smacked right to the ground. Tyrian sliced and diced the tree into small logs that he could carry. Soon, night fell.

"Whoa! Is it dark outside already? I guess it's time to head home." Tyrian said

As Tyrian turned around with a pile of logs stacked right on top of each other in his arms, he walks away calmly, whistling to a rhythm in his head. Tyrian, minding his business and happily travels back to his home. He suddenly hears a booming roar. He stops for a few minutes and checks the skies. He noticed that there was a fire, blazing like a wild beast and smoke trying to reach the night sky, all coming from a certain direction. Tyrian hears another roar and sees that it was all directions pointed to one place, home.

Tyrian dropped the logs and ran straight for his house. Fear and panic were taking over Tyrian as he anxiously thought about what's happening back at home. Tyrian ran, ran faster than he ever could. Once when he got there, it was worse than he could ever imagine.

"Oh my god!" Tyrian yelled

Tyrian stood and watched as his house burn up in flames. His mind is racing, his eyes look everywhere, and his hands are shaking with no telling when it will stop. Out of the sound of flames burning wood, he hears a painful grunt coming from around the corner. Tyrian ran to that very spot and before he could proceed, he saw blood soaking the snow-covered floor. It left a trail as if someone tried to move somewhere safe. Tyrian swallowed his fear and carefully followed the trail. His head, focusing on the blood was soon to look straight ahead and at the end of the trail, he saw someone, someone he admired the most. It was Navy, having the tree against his back.

"Navy!" Tyrian shouted

Tyrian slid on his legs and came up to Navy for rescue. He pulled up his arms and searched his entire body.

"What happened to you?! Navy! Please! Answer me!" Tyrian worried

Navy was bleeding, badly. Blood was flowing out his body nonstop. The iron scent of blood filled Tyrian's nose, making him at unease. While Tyrian checked all over Navy's body, he was shocked to even speak. His body was in a critical state. His legs ripped off, showing a couple of bones poking out, his right arm, completed gone, there was nothing, and on his chest, there was a massive broken wood that struck him right in the heart. Navy was creating a pool of blood as he sat behind a tree, struggling to breathe. Navy looked up and noticed that Tyrian was there. He begins to cry, immediately surprising Tyrian.

"T-Tyrian?" Navy whispered as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yeah! That's right! It's me, Tyrian!" Tyrian nervously panicked

Navy snuffles his nose as he tries to hold back his tears.

"...Tyrian...come closer...I need you to know something..." Navy slowly said

Tyrian moved up to Navy, paying attention to Navy's every move.

"W-what is it?" Tyrian replied

Navy leaned over to Tyrian, coming closer to his ear.

"They're all dead..." Navy mumbled

Tyrian widened his eyes and backed off, nearly slipping on Navy's blood.

"WHAT?!" Tyrian yelled

Navy's breathing changed to an unusual pattern while his body slightly jumps from all the tears he's shedding.

"THEY'RE ALL DEAD!" Navy repeated himself. "ALL OF THEM! THEY WERE ALL KILLED BY THOSE THINGS!" Navy added

As Navy clarified what he said, Tyrian fell to the floor and started to speaking under his breath, ignoring everything that Navy said.

"They're all dead. This can't be. They can't all die. They're strong. They can't die!" Tyrian murmured

"TYRIAN! LISTEN TO ME!" Navy yelled as he broke Tyrian's mumbling

"Soon, you're going to be the only one standing. How do I know? It's not long until I meet death, I can tell. I see him calling my name. Telling me to join with the others. Listen..." Navy paused. "...Take my gauntlets...and...a-and...avenge our family!" Navy shouted

Tyrian stood there in awe, he didn't know what to do or what to say. He was about to see his oldest brother die right before his eyes.

"Tyrian..." Navy called

"Y-yes?" Tyrian whimpered

"Although you don't like fighting, I know you got it in you...to kill..." Navy said as he tried to boost Tyrian's emotion

Slowly, Navy begins to drift off, closing his eyes and sliding his head to the right. Tyrian runs up to Navy, grabbing his shoulder, shaking him to wake up.

"No! No! Navy! Don't die on me! NAVY!" Tyrian cries

Navy quietly whispers to himself and smiles as he speaks.

"I'm counting on you...Tyrian..." Navy whispers his last words

He's gone. Dead. No longer in this world anymore. Now, leaving Tyrian the last man standing. Tyrian held his head down and sobs as he holds Navy's body.

"Wait! Where're the others?!" Tyrian questioned

Tyrian wiped his tears and looks right next to Navy, it was his gauntlets, the Nemean. They are a pair of large metal gauntlets, each forged to resemble a snarling lion's head. The Nemean has chains on the inside and each gauntlet of the Nemean was made of three separate parts: The lion's head, the first ring of spikes, and the second ring of spikes which was attached to a tube where Tyrian fits his arms. Tyrian stared at the weapon until he decided to equip it. When Tyrian slipped his hands through the tube that's inside each gauntlet, a pale blue glow would appear around each individual part. Once when Tyrian fully equipped the Nemean, he tried to lift the gauntlets, but he showed great struggle towards lifting the weapons.

"Ahhh! Why is this thing so heavy?!" Tyrian complained

The gauntlets were too heavy for Tyrian, but that didn't stop him. Tyrian continues to struggle, grunting and yelling with frustration each haul. Every time he attempts to pick up the gauntlets, he fails. Finally, Tyrian stopped and grip the gauntlets one last time. He yells and pulls with all his might and suddenly, the gauntlets came right off the ground, barely holding it still. It was clear that Tyrian doesn't have the strength to hold the Nemean, unlike Navy, he carried those gauntlets like it was nothing. Once when Tyrian finally picked up the gauntlets he begins to walk, slowly, and grunts with each step he makes. As Tyrian walks to his burning home, he trips on a root from a tree, making the gauntlets fling across to the area of his home. The force and the weight of the Nemean caused Tyrian to fly along with it, crash landing in front of a corpse. Tyrian groaned as he fought to pick up the gauntlets again.

"I think I hit something-" Tyrian paused

That corpse Tyrian hit, it was Salmon, laying on the floor. Tyrian's jaw shook with his eyes wide open. His words couldn't come through as he saw his brother dead on the floor. Salmons lower body...it was munched right off. His rib cage was exposed to Tyrian's very eyes. Salmons whole skin was completely pale and blood as all over his clothes. His face was left with his eye open, staring blankly at the forest.

"S-Salmon? Oh god..." Tyrian slowly sobbed

With angst and confusion, paralyzing Tyrian's entry body, he anxiously looks upwards and sees a sight that no man, woman, or child should ever see in their life.

"It's true...they're all...d-dead..." Tyrian frozen in despair

Each and every single one of them, lifeless, dead,...gone. Tyrian released the Nemean and fell to his knees. His hands are pressed against his head, slightly pulling his hair back. His thoughts ran wild, his hands began to shake, and his speaking function became all distorted as he cries himself a river. He saw all them, down on the ground, covering every speck of snowflake with their own blood. Carmine intestines were ripped off, Crayola chest torn open, Brink's legs chopped off and where laying next to him, Munsell's body was hung by a tree's thick branch, piercing through her body, Mothers head was ripped off clean, the rest of the aunts and uncles, met the same fate as everyone else, but there where only two bodies missing, Yale and Father.

"I-I'm...living in a...nightmare." Tyrian voice shivered

As Tyrian examines the bloodbath, he hears a voice coming from behind the burning house.

"Aarrgh!" The unknown voice yelled

Tyrian jumped and recognized who's voice that was.

"Father?!" Tyrian yelped

He stood up and grabbed the gauntlets, as he struggled to run, he picked up the fallen family members weapons, well, only the ones that weren't shattered to pieces. He picked up Carmine's blades, Mars. The features of Mars include tormented faces with horn-like curved spikes appearing out of the "heads," on the hilts, pronounced hooks on their lower edges, and an intricate pattern of shimmering red stripes on the flat sides of the blades. Along Mars was Crayola's weapons, Minerva. The blades are simple and plain, but oddly looks similar to Mars, it's color is silver and on the flat side of the blades are an orange pattern that glows when used. Following Minerva was Salmons blades, Vulcan. Each blade ends in three claw-like daggers that give off a teal colored glow and the weapon is consistently held in a reverse grip, making the blade pointing downwards. After that, it was Munsell's bow, Diana's Bow. The bow is made out of wood that's covered in animal hide. On the tip of each end is a boars horn. Sadly, the bow doesn't have arrows. Next was Brinks boots, Talaria. These boots are depicted as greaves with burning pink wings on them with leather covering the shins. When not in use, the wings on the side coil themselves around the boots. Finally, Tyrian's own claws, Prelude. They are depicted as being a set of spiked chains with two hooks at the end of each that glow pale purple. He had to equip them all since he doesn't anything to hold them.

As Tyrian passed by his house, he heard another yell coming from behind the house. He peered over and saw that it was his father, badly wounded and surrounded in a pile of dead black fur and bone-like spine creatures. Tyrian's face lit up and glared at his father with hope in his eyes.

"Father!" Tyrian called

Tyrian went behind his house to get a better image of his father. He heard Tyrian's voice and instantly looks back.

"Tyrian! Stay back!" Father warned

Tyrian ignored his words and ran towards his father, pulling out his claws in the process.

"But, Father! Let me help you!" Tyrian pleaded

His Father immediately frowned and shoved Tyrian away out of the way. Losing balance, Tyrian fell to the floor, dropping all his weapons.

"NO! GET AWAY!" Father shouted. "DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT I JUST SAID?! I don't want you to end up like the rest of the family..." Father exploded

Tyrian was frightened and stared at his father as if he was going to smack him senseless. Father took a sigh and tried to reassure him with his eyes.

"Tyrian...please...run away...I don't want you to di-" Father was interrupted

A powerful chomp silenced the air. Father dropped his seven-foot long sword to the ground. The sound of flesh and bones being crushed echoed in Tyrian's ears. Droplets of blood fell on Tyrian's cheek, flinching as they landed. His jaw dropped and his eyes wide open. Blood from Father's body soon sank into the snowy floor. The monster carried father with its mouth, facing the sky, as it swallowed him whole, all while howling its ear-ripping roar. Tyrian couldn't think, he couldn't move, he couldn't believe that his father died right in front of him. Tyrian has witnessed his father being eaten alive. Slowly, he hangs his head down and covers the back of his head with his hand as they shake violently. At this point, Tyrian was fully devoured by pure, utter fear.

Once when the dragon finished it's mighty roar, it looked directly at Tyrian, breathing upon him. Tyrian noticed that his clothes and hair was being pushed back gently so he gradually pulled his head up and observed the mammoth sized monster that's bestowed in front of him. This creature has large red bat-like wings, a pair of legs and a tail. The red membrane of the wings is slightly translucent. It has rough black skin, with white bones-like spines along its body, including an external skull, rib cage and rows of dorsal spikes. Three extra pairs of bony spikes come out its tail and large claws on its hind legs. Its skull has a pair of large prominent horns and six yellow-red eyes. Its jaw has teeth extending down along the creature's neck, beyond its skull, such that its entire neck also opens when it roars. The monster stares at Tyrian's very soul, waiting for its prey to move. Tyrian didn't know what to do so he got up to his feet and picked up all the weapons that fall. Tyrian knew that he was going to die, he knew that he didn't stand a chance with the dragon. For a moment, they did nothing, staring each other down, waiting for at least one of them to pull of the first move. Tyrian backed off slowly, giving some space between him and the dragon.

After a moment of silence, the dragon's eyes flashed a bright red glow, quickly fading away. The dragon's body leaks out a black liquid, spreading it all around his perimeter. Tyrian stood back and watched as the liquid shake and wobble. From that liquid, the same black fur and bone-like spine creatures that Father has killed begins to spawn, all of them coming to life. Soon, Tyrian was surrounded and it seemed like there was no escape.

"Shit...What do I do now?" Tyrian worried

As Tyrian talks to himself, the monsters walk towards him, preparing to attack.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do?!" Tyrian questioned

The first creature to attack him leaped forward and pulled out its claws. Tyrian reacted, unknowingly and diagonally swing to his right, slashing the monsters face, and flinging it to the side. The brute fell to the floor with a thud. If Tyrian's reflexes didn't react, he would of be dead on the spot

"HOLY SHIT! DID I JUST KILL THAT THING?!" Tyrian freaked out

Tyrian heard the monsters coming closer to him, he lost interest in the creature he just slaughtered and focused on the ones that are enclosing him. Tyrian closed his eyes and slaps his cheeks with his hands, trying to calm himself down

"Alright, Tyrian. If you wanna stay alive you're gonna have to fight for it!" Tyrian spoke to himself

But, as Tyrian tried to think about staying alive, he held a thought in the back of his mind, knowing that fighting with these deadly and unknown creatures, means that he's digging his own grave. The more he pushed back those thoughts, the more they would creep up behind him, forcing him into submitting that he's going to die. Tyrian shook his head and took a position. One by one, the monster flung themselves at him, each of them being able to at least scratch him or shed some blood from his skin. Tyrian had to suck up the pain and the burning sensation that he felt in his wounds. Surprisingly, Tyrian held his stance and fought all of them, slicing them, punching them, and even ripping them apart.

"I-is that...all of them?" Tyrian panted

Now, it was just only left with Tyrian and the dragon. Tyrian was covered in scars and cuts, all of them spilling out blood and he sweated like he never did before. The dragon hissed at him and started to flap its wings, pushing a huge gust of wind towards Tyrian, trying to intimidate him. After the dragon flapped its wings, it begins to walk on its way to Tyrian. Each footstep the dragon made rocked the ground, even so, that the trees would begin to tremble in its stomps. Tyrian's face spelled out "fear", but at the same time, he was amazed at how ginormous the monster was. Once when the dragon arrived at Tyrian, toe to toe, once more, it howled a thundering bellow. Tyrian overlapped his ears with his hands, trying to block out the intensity.

"I'm dead! I'm dead! IM SO DEAD!" Tyrian panicked

Tyrian couldn't move at all this time. He knew that he needed to move, but something was holding him back. It was the fear of death that crippled Tyrian. He looked at his legs and saw them shaking. At first, he was unaware that they were moving.

"Come on legs! Move!" Tyrian thought to himself.

Without warning, the dragon lunged its head, opening its snout and attempt to chomp Tyrian's body in half. Alerting Tyrian, he jumps to his left and reaches out of harm's way. He barely misses that attack and because of that, the dragon managed to take away one of Tyrian's slippers. He rolled on the floor, quickly getting back up. For the next, what seemed like forty minutes, this constant fight has been going on, the dragon continues striking Tyrian, but he always escapes each blow. Tyrian moved back to catch a breather and to plan his next move.

"How long has it been? I feel like I've been fighting this dragon for hours now." Tyrian wheezed. "I got to think up something quick!" Tyrian said

Tyrian looked back at the dragon and, it too was exhausted. He heard the dragon huffed and puffed and saw steam coming out from its mouth. Tyrian stared at the dragon, examining each and every single detail the dragon had to offer. Then, it hit him, all of the deaths of his beloved ones were caused by that dragon, Navy, Crayola, Father, Mother, everyone's death was put to blame on the dragon. Tyrian felt an unexpected rage, quietly crawling up behind him. The rage that was building inside of him forced Tyrian into a burst of tears. His face gradually turned into a livid frown as he grips his claws handle. The more he went back and visited those happy and joyful moments that he got to spend with his family, every second he thought about their deaths, it brought Tyrian closer and closer to an unrelenting rage. Tyrian's breathing became heavy and he took a step forward. His claws started to emit dark purple. Whatever is happening with his weapon, Tyrian didn't care much about them, all he wanted was to kill that dragon.

"You...you're the one who did this...you're the one who killed my family...didn't you?" Tyrian muttered. "YOU KILLED THEM ALL!" Tyrian raged

Tyrian uses his boots and zips right to the dragon, leaving a trail of fire right behind him. Tyrian ignored the fact that there was fire coming out from his boots and how fast he's going. The dragon positioned itself for another bite. As soon Tyrian was right in front of the dragon, the monster took aim for another bite, but successfully, Tyrian dodged it.

"Nice try. Your gonna have to do something more than that to hit me." Tyrian taunted

Tyrian prepares his left arm, getting ready to throw the first blow. But, before Tyrian knew what to do next, the dragon shifted its body, causing its spiked tail to fly at Tyrian, puncturing him in his abdomen. Tyrian gets caught in the tail, being thrown around like a rag doll. Finally, the dragon whipped its tail, fling him right to the floor, leaving Tyrian a huge open wound. Rapidly, blood begins to gush out from his open abdomen, buckets and buckets of blood was flowing out his body. The snow beneath him changed from white to red, creating a ring around Tyrian. His eyesight starts becoming blurry and everything seems to move too fast. The ground trembled, he knew that the dragon was approaching him.

"Heh, I knew I was going to die..." Tyrian talked under his breath as the stomps grew louder and louder. "But..." His voice cracked. "I didn't get to avenge them all..." Tyrian sobbed.

Tyrian felt a sharp numbness consuming all over his body and for some reason, the agonizing pain in his abdomen was going away. His consciousness was soon fading and all but he could see was blurry figures around him. One of them being the dragon standing right next to him, smelling the iron in his blood. Tyrian sluggishly blinked as each motion moved from one set to another.

"I failed you...Navy...I'm...sorry" Tyrian whispered

Everything went dark. Tyrian was dead.