Author's Note 2.0:
Hello and welcome to my story!
I had this idea for a couple of weeks now, and somehow convinced myself to actually go and write it.
I'll be following close to canon, and at the same time adding a few tweaks.
I will be uploading between Friday and Sunday, unless work pops up or it's a holiday.
Do note that this story will contain OCs, so if you don't like it, you've been warned. So don't go and post negative comments about OCs 'cause you've been told.
RWBY is Rooster Teeth's property, and does not belong to me. Whatsoever. At all.
Wish it did though. Although OCs should count as intellectual properties...
Nah, if Monty wants them, he can have them. I'll even pay him to have them.
With that said, please Rate & Review, it helps out a bunch!
Have a good time, and have a wonderful day!
P.S.: This is not, and will never be, a lemon.
Too sappy for my taste.
RWBY: Blazing Hope
Chapter 1: Prologue
Darkness.
Long ago, the people of Remnant were on the brink of extinction.
The people were constantly besieged by the forces of darkness, otherwise known as the Grimm. Every day was a brutal fight for survival; the people lived in fear of the black void that surrounded them. It was a dog-eat-dog world; some were willing to turn their backs or even betray if it meant surviving for just one more day.
Hope seemed lost, until one day a gift, a boon of wondrous properties, was procured and given to the masses.
This gift came to be known as Dust, aptly named after the mythical cradle of origin from which humanity was born.
Many believed the gift to be from the heavens, while others thought it was an elaborate trap from the abyss. Regardless, with this newly founded treasure mankind was able to forge weapons of immense power to push the Grimm back to where they came from.
After turning the tide against the Grimm, humanity took advantage of their obtained freedom to build and spread civilization across all known land.
And so the fire of hope was rekindled. Remnant is now at peace, the fires of civilization burning bright in the four kingdoms. To help maintain peace, hunters and huntresses are trained to fight Grimm, at highly specialized schools such as Beacon and Signal.
But the abyss is a never-ending source. Even over thousands of years of fighting did nothing to stop the waves of Grimm. They were an infinite army; and even the mightiest of warriors will fall under an unstoppable force. Civilization may fight back, but they cannot withstand an army with no end; an army with an unshakeable thirst for blood. Without destroying the source, mankind could do little to stem the Grimm flood.
Soon, the fires of humanity will flicker and fade, and in the absence of light…
Darkness prevails.
Chatter of passengers filled the air as the Dustship docked at one of Beacon's many skyports. The ramp finished descending; many eager souls rushed out of the ship to explore what would be their new home for the next four years, while some were just glad to be on solid ground again. Regardless, all made their way to the school's courtyard, admiring the view along the way.
All, except one.
The pilot, while inspecting the Dustship's cabin for missing valuables, found him, still dozing off on one of the cabin's many seats. His face was obscured by the hood of a black-and-purple long cloak. Underneath the cloak, the teenager wore a ragged plain shirt and brown cargo pants. Beside him was a black messenger bag and a long purple sheath, holding a sword with the length of a cane.
If anything this boy looks more like a hitchhiker than a student of Beacon, the pilot bemused.
He shook himself out of his thoughts; he was already behind time, having to clean up the heaved-up lunch of some poor soul, and was due to be back at Vale's main skyport within an hour. So he proceeded to, in a not-so gently way, prod the boy awake.
The boy jumped with a start, the hood falling back to reveal unkempt short black hair and crimson-red eyes that shone of intelligence. His mouth was thin, quickly turning into a small frown when seeing the source of his rude awakening. With an irritated tone the boy asked,
"Where am I?"
I swear, how do I find motivation for this but not motivation to do my math?
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