Chronos looked out from his spire. As the god of time an space, he like to observe the events of other realities. He found it to be very therapeutic.

He cast his gaze over to a universe where that blonde fellow was experimented on because of his unusual semblance. The ability to turn into a Grimm. He pitied the poor boy. Not only having that peculiar semblance but having witnessed the massacre of his family on a grimm infested island.

But, the boy's suffering did not end there as he was soon captured by one of the 'White Faced Woman's' workers; a scorpion faunus to be exact and was then subjected to torture unlike any other. His aura was forcefully unlocked and for years the boy was experimented on, until one day when he was his skin turned pitch black and his eyes were now bloodshot red with a bone mask and red teeth.

He soon jumped forward on this current timeline and stopped

The kid soon escaped his hell hole but at a cost he was no longer seen as a human now he was seen as an abomination to the world and was hunted after like an Animal by Atlas and The White Fang, both eager to know how to put the same powers on their own soldiers and use them to their own benefit.

Instead of becoming a 'Huntsman' like he dreamed, he became 'The Mercenary Grimm Human in Disguise' a resourceful one at that. He did anything he could to get any lien he could while also being on the run from his hunters, he had no side.

But that soon ended when he was caught by Atlas and was once again put under more experiments again and from that day his hatred for Atlas grew bigger than his hatred for Grimm and like last time he escaped, but this time he crippled Atlas and killed General Ironwood for revenge.

An old man with a cane tried to befriend him and have him joined their side against Salem, he was not interested in this war and didn't care for any outcome as long as he didn't die.

But still that didn't stop him from helping innocent Humans and Faunus from Hordes of Grimm and Bandits, even if he was a Mercenary he still liked to help the innocent….it made him feel like a Huntsman, only a little. He also still believed in Faunus's Rights and even despised people who were racists towards them.

Chronos thought to himself for a bit and soon made his decision, 'He will do….' he told himself mentally and after a moment he cast his gaze onto another reality.

In this one, the blonde boy's village was bombed by an Atlesian Special Forces division. What was called again? The Novus Orbis Librarium, that's what it was. He watched as the NOL dropped bomb after bomb on that poor village. All because of a little White Fang activity. Chronos never understood the humans or Faunus. He continued to watch it with a pained look in his black eyes as the blonde kid's brother cut off the blonde's left arm and ran off towards the man in the white military coat. He looked forward into that timeline to see that the blonde boy be bitten by a vampire in order to be saved. A cat like man approached him and dragged him away. He saw the vampire and cat man standing over the boy, whose hair now had a streak of white in it. He looked at the boys eyes and noticed that his left eye was emerald green and his missing arm was replaced with a black prosthetic.

Shaking his head, the time god turned to his attention to yet another timeline. He smiled to himself as he watched yet another version of the blond boy go through his life. Unlike the other two so far, this one's upbringing was rather boring, peaceful even. Yet, like in every other timeline his later life wasn't. Using a gentle hand gesture he turned back the clock and watched as the boy was hospitalized by a training accident, enduring a coma that lasted several months, only to awaken stronger, smarter and with more heightened senses. It was an event that not even he, the master of time, knew how it came to be.

Like many of the alternate universes splintered off the main verse, some things just happened. It was almost as though the gods just wanted to have fun and created random universes for their pleasure. To add to the strangeness of this universe, the blond had insight into matters that he nor anyone else should have; promoting liberty, freedom, and other ideological beliefs that were not in the universe before his hospitalization.

It was most distressing.

The master of time gestured forward and remained still as the blond underwent training as a hunter, surpassing many of his peers and teachers in the sciences and political theory while remaining fairly strong in combat. He watched as, at a young age, the blond brought forth radical political, ethical and economical shifts the likes never before seen in this universe.

Said change didn't come without cost, Atlas, the ever constant factor in the vast majority of the universes, was brought to civil war as the Atlistian General, fully supporting the shifts, was forced to fight alongside the newly formed Republic of Vale against both Mistral and his own kingdom. The war was rather short; the casualties not so much.

In the end, as the god of time came closer to the present in this universe, Chronos nodded at the state of the world it offered. With a centralized government dedicated to the preservation of personal rights and liberties of all, the hunters and soldiers of the new order focused on the Grimm who like the tides of the ocean, were relentless in their quest to eradicate both Faunas and Humankind. All in all, this universe had potential to be one of the best of the countless he's seen. Then again, he thinks this about all the universes he sees.

The next one the god came across seemed to differ from the main timeline heavily, the blonde boy seemed to be what the main timeline would call a monster; a werewolf to be precise. It would seem his family, through his mother's line, was blessed with this gift. He saw the boy confessing his secret to the Amazon that remained a constant through each version's life, the boy howling in pain at her lose, the various stages of his curse, and him during the 'Fall of Beacon' biting human and Faunus a like making them like him. Chronos took note of this "So it isn't just passed from parent to child."

The god scratched his chin before noticing they weren't exactly like the boy, a few seemed small in comparison to the boy's own form as a werewolf. "So like actual wolves there seems to be a hierarchy in place, though more genetic than by custom." He continued to watch the boy grow closer to his friends, and oddly enough he saw him help the silver eyed one save a baby dragon, said dragon later imprinted on the silver eyed one. Seeing this brought a twinkle to Chronos' eyes.

Chronos saw many battles the werewolf version of the boy would fight in. He also saw his pack grow larger, and larger. Though it stopped at a group picture with the boy, his friends, and the Silver eyed one's dragon which now seemed to be the size of large dog all smiling for a wedding photo for the Blonde's two companions, a hammer wielding bomber, and a silent ninja.

Chronos turned away from the different stories and towards his room. He strode towards his a window on the other side. He looked out and saw emptiness. He smiled to himself knowing that out of all the gods, his eternal task was relatively simple. Make sure everything happens the way it needs to and make adjustments to the timeline if needed.

He called for the servants to bring him some tea when he felt a headache growing. 'Dammit. What the hell is going on?' he asked himself. He rushed back over to where the realities were and looked for any problems. He found it almost immediately and was devastated to see the problem. Portals were opening up in what he dubbed 'the original' reality. The one that all others are based off of. He pulled out his scroll and used it to scan the portals, hoping all the while they were just some sort of accident that he could fix himself. His heart sank when he found out that it was Hades, the god of death. He ran his hands through his jet black hair and cursed aloud.

"Dammit. Why the hell is he doing this? What does he have to gain?" Chronos though aloud. He knew that he couldn't do it himself, it was out of his realm of control. He paced back and forth, thinking of solutions, when it dawned on him. If he couldn't do it then he could get the mortals to fix it for him. But who should it be?

He cast his gaze back onto the realities he was watching before. He saw the blonde boy with the black prosthetic arm and jumped ahead in the timeline to see the boy, now just slight younger than 18 with two prosthetic arms and a high bounty. He looked into that reality more and learned alot about the lad. During the 10 years that he skipped, the boy had attended Beacon academy, one of the most prestigious hunting academies in all of Remnant. He lead his own team and grew quite fond of his teammates. Until it was attacked. The school fell and his partner was killed, leaving him devastated. The ultimate knife in the back was when one of his 'friends' left to return to the White Fang and the other joined her mother's Bandit tribe. His friend in the red cloak stood by him while he was hurting and it seemed to pay off. A few months later he saw that the two of them were getting married, quite young in Chronos' opinion but who was he to judge? His new wife helped him rebuild his arms and promised to help track down her former teammates, as she too felt betrayed.

The black haired girl was first, he had to close his eyes as the boy laid waste to the White Fang grunts. He opened his eyes only to cover them again when he saw him rip the horns off of the White Fang leader. He hear him scream and then stop. Several gunshots rang out and when Chronos opened his eyes, he was sickened at the sight.

He jumped forward in the timeline again this time stopping at the moment where the boy entered the mother/daughter bandit tribe. He wasn't surprised when the outcome was the same as the White Fang base.

He jumped forward in the timeline one last time to see the teenager storming an Atlas base. Chronos saw the teenager walking calmly towards the white haired girl from his wife's former team. She was frantically using her semblance to try and slow him down but to no avail. The blonde simply raised his left hand and was covered in a blue, fire-like aura, allowing him to pass through her attacks like a hot knife in butter. He stopped when he got to her, grabbed her head and threw her against a wall. He picked up her weapon and studied it. After a few seconds he grabbed the point of it and broke the blade in two. The girl looked at him in fear, only for him to turn around and jump out of a window… and towards the Atleasian Flagship.

Chronos stopped viewing that reality, slightly overwhelmed from what he saw.

"I think he shall do." Chronos thought out loud. "But who else should go with him? While he could no doubt do it by himself, we don't exactly have decades of time."

He thought over his options again.

'Alright' he thought. 'The Grimm version and the Grim Reaper seem to have very strong fighting styles, so they are definitely being picked. I think the one that can control the demons as well as the werewolf are good choices as well. As for a leader, that shadow-like version of him seems to have a good understanding of what he needs to do. Although, that pole bearer seems very leader like as well.'

The time god looked at his six selections and sighed.

"I really didn't want to have to do this but drastic times call for drastic measures." He said to no one, as he opened a blue portal and walked through.

A/N:

Please review and give feedback. This is something that a couple of my friends and I have been working on, and we finally got around to writing.