Prologue

"So once he's seventeen he will join Beacon as a student to become a Huntsman?" Said a middle-aged man with a green sweater and jacket on with gray colored hair.

"Yes. He is the heir to the Blackstone name and my son. I want to give him a better life than I had. One I won't be able to see him live. Please, Ozpin... Do your best to take care of him." The man had black hair and wore a suit to match. His son was in the bedroom sound asleep, unwary of the fact his life was to change.

He led Ozpin to a room hidden in the hall towards the study. He took a bag and put in it a book, a katana with a lever like a guard over the handle, and a necklace in the shape of a black lion roaring. He gave the bag to Ozpin.

"Listen, Ming, It's not too late for you and Mary to come too. There's plenty room on the ship for all four of us," he pleaded for him to see reason.

"No. We want our child to have a life we can be happy of, even though it pains us to say goodbye to him like this. She will be merciless Ozpin, and you know it's my code to fight for those I care about. Goodbye, and take care of my-"

"Our son." A woman with platinum blonde hair said as she walked in with a similar sword as the one she carried in her hand. She had an air of authority as if an entire army would never look away as she talked. She grabbed the other man by the hand.

"Maria are they here?" She slowly nodded and she looked close to crying, but she held it in. They all went to the little boy's room, their son Maverick sound asleep. His parents kissed him on the forehead one last time as Ozpin lifted him and brought him outside to a small airship.

"Oz, this sword is for when he's ready to train. There's also a book with pictures… of the happier times for him to look at if he ever needs to, and this." She took off a black necklace that looked like a lion wit its mouth open as if to roar. As it was placed it Ozpin's hand it felt heavy, almost as much as this goodbye was going to be. "Give this to him when he wakes up. He'll know what it means, he'll cry, but that won't stop our little Maverick." Ming had tears in his eyes as Mary started to cry into his shoulder. The door to the ship closed as Ozpin gave a nod of understanding and anger.

"Don't worry, he will be safe. It's the least I could do for close friends, nevermind students of mine. But if you do survive, please do come." Ozpin said as the ship door closed to the Bullhead, and it began to fly off.

The ship was out of sight once sounds of yells and gunfire broke out. Ming drew the twin knives at his sides and Mary drew hers, a katana much like the one she had forged for her son to use. A multitude of men in red ran at the estate, the very intent of murder in their eyes.

They rushed and struck down every foe in their wake. He threw a switch in his knives as the blades shot out, wires attaching them to the hilt. He spun and stabbed each one that got in his way until he met a man with his hair in a ponytail and bladed gauntlets on his wrist. The man's face lit up into a wide grin as he laughed, his yellow eyes filled with madness.

"Oh, Ming Ming Ming! How good to see you! How's the family? Because they're about to be dead." He lunged as Maria pressed on the weapons guard, causing the blade to shoot out like a rope. She flicked it and scratched the man's face. He laughed even more. Ming reeled in his knives and locked blades with the man. The couple exchanged blows with the assassin until a shot went through Maria's chest.

"You fucking bastard!" Ming felt his rage bubble out as teal colored fire engulfed his arms and knives. All that went through his mind was Maria's currently dying body on the grass.

As she bled out she had a final talk with herself. Well, you did it. Won a Vytal festival tournament, married your Prince Charming, had a beautiful son that looks like the both of you two and died protecting them. Looks like I'll be seeing you soon, as well Dear. I guess not all Fairy Tales have a happy ending, huh? As she felt herself slip into death she wore a smile on her face, tears coming down. Maverick, please grow strong.

Ming was battering against the man, cutting and burning him as he went. "Tyrion, as soon as I kill you you'll be torn apart so much no one will know your arms from your entrails!" The fire coming from him was turning a dark orange from its original teal, causing Tyrion to back up more than he'd like. The usual joking attitude he had as he hunted his prey was replaced with fear.

Damn Watts, of the two we needed to kill both! You kill one, and well… you end up in my situation. The man thought to himself as he desperately tried to out-speed the Huntsman.

The dance ended as Ming took his knives and stabbed Tyrion into his sternum with the white hot knives. "You see Tee, I knew you'd be coming. Our son's gone and so's my wife And you know what they say. Never fight a man who's everything to keep, and nothing to lose." Ming brought the knives up to his neck, ready to swing with both across the pale skin of the lunatic. He took his foot and stepped on the scorpion tail trying to coil behind him, causing Tyrian to yell in shock and terror.

decapitate him as a bullet went through his head. The body fell like a bag of rocks, right next to Maria's dead body. Tyrion gave a thumbs up to Watts. He got up and looked at the two old friends. He put his finger to his eye. A tear? A tear from a psychotic killer like him?

"You were right Ming, you'd die where you were born, and I'd be the last one standing." A wide smile grew on his face as he let tears fall and looked up at the sky. "YOU WERE RIGHT GODDAMMIT! YOU WOULD MAKE A WOUND ON ME GREATER THAN ANY OF MY CHALLENGERS!" He laughed and cried, all in what a sane person would call an insane roar of crying and laughter.

A man with a sniper rifle on his shoulder, wearing a fancy red and brown tail coat on approached from behind. "Shut up you loon. We need to burn the estate and bury the bodies. She doesn't want there to be a single sign of life left."

Tyrion looked up and stopped as if he hadn't been crying and laughing at all. "True. We the hunters must now mask our trail or we become the prey!" He laughed into the night until he suddenly stopped. "Wait they said the Cub is gone."

At this, the man with the rifle, Watts, had his own look of horror on his face. "If the son is gone then this is all for-"

"Shush shush shush Monopoly man, this could be good. After all, if that child will anything like his father, he will let his hatred fester. Once it becomes too great, it will bloom into an all too great bloody flower for us to pick."

"Salem wanted us to-"

"DO NOT SPEAK THE GODDESS' NAME! She will understand, and reward us once it is time. I mean," He walked over to the dead bodies of people he used to know as companions, and smiled. "Who's to say this child won't come to us?"

Maverick woke up to the sounds of clocks and being in an unfamiliar bed. He was still in the pajamas he had slept in, but not the same blanket or room. His tired eyes widened as soon as he saw the necklace on the dresser next to him. His father said he'd only be given that once he was an adult or… He could feel the weight suddenly fall on him like a sudden rainfall. He took the lion into his hand and he cried as any child would when his parents died. He knew they were Huntsman and death was always a day away, but nothing could stop the tears. Ozpin came in and stood there as Maverick cried.

His father and mother said he'd only be given that once he was an adult or when… He could feel the weight suddenly fall on him like a sudden rainfall. He took the black lion into his hand and he cried as any child would when his parents died. He knew they were Huntsman and death was always a day away, but nothing could stop the tears. Ozpin came in and stood there as Maverick cried. He walked over and sat by him.

"It's okay child. He said you'd know what to do." He said, trying his best to comfort him.

Maverick wiped the tears and nodded his head. He put it around his neck and looked at Ozpin. He smiled back and brought the boy out to his office. A large room with a glass floor showing thousands of gears at work. Standing there was a blonde woman holding a tablet similar to what his father would look at night when mom was away. He'd type on it and send messages to her while she was on missions or vice versa.

"Maverick, this is Glynda Goodwitch, and I am Professor Ozpin. For the time being, she will be your teacher for the rest of your academic studies, I will be your guardian, and both of will, for the time being, take care of you. Then in the end of the year, you will head to Signal to learn the basics of being a Huntsman. If you wish to that is."

As he was told this the young boy remembered something his father had told him if something like this was to ever happen. Son, if I and Mom ever die, a man named Professor Ozpin will take you in. You won't have to become a Huntsman like us, just know that even if you don't we'll still be proud of you. Find your own way in life, even if you have to force the world to its knees to see it won't push you around.

That moment was forever burned into his mind. It was the last request of his now dead father. He was led back to the room where Ozpin showed he had a variety of clothes and a few things his father wanted to let him have. Then he saw the sword.

"Is that what I think it is?" He had a huge amount of surprise was in his voice.

"What do you mean? Isn't this the same as your mother's sword?" Ozpin was confused. What was so special about it than his mother's?

"It's a custom made Blackstone sword. Usually, they're massed produced and I'd have to modify it on my own, but this was already made for me ahead of time with all that in mind. Even look what it say on the sheath." Ozpin adjusted his glasses and a smile came across his face. It read "Avengers fight for those who have passed, but a hero fights for those who are in front of him because they are what allows him to move forward." It was a message to Maverick. They wanted him to move on, not be sad and become reckless.

Ozpin adjusted his glasses and a smile came across his face. It read "Avengers fight for those who have passed, Heroes fight for those who are here and cannot fight." It was a message to Maverick. They wanted him to move on, not be sad and become reckless. Ozpin smiled as the message wasn't just to Maverick, but to many people.

Ozpin smiled as the message wasn't just to Maverick, but to many people.

He had Maverick go put on fresh clothes and sat down at the desk in his new room and ate some cereal. Later on, after breakfast, Glynda came in for his first day to study. She taught him about each of the kingdoms. First Mistral, where he had been born, Vale his new home, and the other kingdoms. He looked out the window as he saw multiple airships fly by bringing students to the academy.

In seven years, he thought, I'll be learning how to be a Huntsman too...

A/N: For those confused as to why I'm not doing Volume 4, I have a reason. You see as I was thinking of writing it I went through what pretty much every writer, or artist goes through looking at past works. "Hey, I can do that better." So yes, MDNT is getting a FULL reboot. It is time for this boy to get his head on straight and put these to use! Get ready people, cause it's about to get good with a new beginning! Let's RUMBLE!