A/N Hey everyone long time no see eh? I just had this idea for a story and I kind of ran with it. It's probably because of season 3 coming out.
So about my other fics. They met be continued or they may not. It depends on how much time I have and if I can get back into writing them again. It's hard to balance a job college and a girlfriend and then try to add in writing haha.
With this fic I would like to announce that chapter 2 is done and written also and that when it is released depends on the response to chapter one.
As you should know this fic will make Jaine OOC and will take some detours off of the main universe in terms of families and events in the known universe.
As always let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!
Lastchaos
Whenever I hear someone say 'beautiful day' I reflexively agree and try to move around that conversation. Today is not a beautiful day. Neither was yesterday or the day before and if I could I'd put money on saying tomorrow isn't either. There is no such thing as a beautiful day.
I do not live in the same color filled world as the rest of humanity does. I do not see the vibrant colors that grace the hillsides and valleys surrounding our town.
There may have been a time when I had the ability to see what other people saw. But that was a long time ago, and I have since moved on. I have moved on from my naive childhood and embraced that the world was not as beautiful as it seemed. That it is a dark deep place that if you aren't careful, it will swallow you alive never to be seen again.
Once I realized the world was like this the color quickly faded from everything I saw. Now I live in a black and white world. A world viewed in grayscale. A world that does not cherish life or curse it. A world that simply goes on whether or not you want it to.
As I said before, the world wasn't always like this. It was not until I lost my parents to the unforgiving darkness that patrol this world, the creatures of Grimm, did the color fade from my eyes. They were taken from me while out on a mission, and I was left alone. An orphan never to see his family again.
I was a child of the age of seven when they were taken from me. A seven year old boy living in his big house by himself, having to do everything by himself while being supported by the village. I quickly learned of the bleak realities that we face as humans , and that has shaped who I have become today.
That is why, at the age of seventeen, I am on an airship to my next journey of my life. Beacon. An academy to train hunters and huntresses into fighting the darkness known as Grimm.
The same academy my parents had attended.
As the airship docked at what would be my world for the next four years, I grabbed my belongings. With the family heirloom, Crocea Mors strapped to my hip, and my bag full of clothing and possessions, including a single picture of my parents, I stepped off of the airship and onto the grounds that would serve as my home.