The Birth of Utter Chaos

part 1

Team CAOS; the fabled team that nearly destroyed all of Remnant. Although they fought for serenity and rights of the people, there was a minor.. "twitch," perhaps. After the attack of Velesnaga, they gained scars of insanity that the Grimm left. Coursing through their minds, their actions changed. Their leader lead them into the cursed war known today as "the Massacre of Remnant." No one knew the true story of the dismay, until now. One must follow their journeys throughout their years attending Beacon Academy. Cerys Lepidus, a cowardly hero, or perhaps a misunderstood villain; that's for you to decide. I guess you could title this "Fables of Remnant's Terminal Entropy."

'Today is the day that I will actually have a meaning in life. One who wears a badge of pride saying, "Hey! I'm a Huntress! I fight for justice and protection of the people!" No.. that sounds too weird.. Mrgrgr! What am I even saying? I just arrived here at Beacon and I don't even have a team yet! Sigh.. What if my team thinks I'm a coward.. Or even a weakling. Who am I kidding, I am all of these things. I'll only make a fool of myself,' a girl laying in her futon thought, cuddling her plush hare and whimpering silently.

The young girl, around the age of seventeen, got out of her mattress along with the other girls who just woke up. After arriving at the large academy and attending the Beacon Academy Initiation, they all were assigned to spend the night in a large room separating female from male students. Our hero, Cerys Lepidus, played with her tangled, beautiful golden hair and let out a pathetic yawn. Comparing herself to the others, she looked two years younger; this may be because she is shorter than most students and has a quite adorable, lovable appeal. She wore a long, blush pink nightgown with lace and ribbons dancing across the rim; there was one ribbon, with a pearl in the middle, centered below the collar.

Following the morning routine as also the other girls, she dressed herself in her battle armor. It was a sugar pink dress with a ruffled crinoline underneath. She applied the rustic silver breastplate and found her golden sandals. After that, she put her hair up in short, curled twintails and added her special dual winged clips. She grabbed her plaid mint green scarf and wrapped it around her neck. Cerys tried to practice smiling and presenting her speech style. She giggled with pleasure, for she had high hopes of the Beacon Academy Team Assembly.

Clumsily strolling off, she went to the locker room where she witnessed other students grabbing their weaponry from their newly assigned locker. As she kept roaming around the locker room, she overheard people discussing plans to be on the same team and talk about the "Pumpkin Pete's" spokesperson and mascot. Finally arriving at her locker, number 613, and unlocking it, she grabbed her hybrid weapons: Quicksilver and Petal Erosion, a bow that is enabled to transform into a steel flail with a morningstar; at that moment, it was in its bow form. Cerys transfigured her weapon into its flail form and fixated it behind her back on her belt.

"Wow! That's quite a cool looking weapon you have there!" A girl, probably even younger looking than Cerys, spoke in an awestruck manner. She had bright auburn hair pulled down and swept to her left shoulder; she also had bark brown eyes and freckles. Her battle armor was pleated gold with runes outlining the edges of the sleeves, neck, and rim. She wore a short miniskirt with dangling belts off to each side. She had folded boots with mix-matched strings varying from gold-to-brown-to-red.

"H-Huh!? U-Um.. Thank you.. It's nothing really. I mean, a bow and flail isn't all that creative." Her voice was hush as she clenched her battle skirt.

"Hmm.. I don't think so. Say, look at my weapon!" She took out her grand presented throwing axe from their locker besides Cerys'. It was large, almost half the girl's height. "It has a custom-built electric tesla coiling around the interior of the blades. I thought it would be shocking!" The girl laughed unsteadily. Cerys couldn't help but join her.

"M-My name is Cerys, Cerys Roseanne Lepidus. It's v-very nice to meet you!" Her voice became loud, scared, and embarrassed all at the same time along the last sentence.

"I'm Saffron Lux, the name the world will remember when I kick some Grimm butt!" Her voice was proud. "Back to my weapon, I attached a magnet, of sorts, so that whenever I throw Sunlight Rumble it'll come flying back like a boomerang. Why's that? My handy-dandy magnet cuff on my arm!" She pointed. Cerys gasped in awe. Abruptly, an announcement hologram appeared nearby.

"First-year students are to report to the Beacon Cliffs for their initiation," said Glynda Goodwitch, one of their teachers. Her voice was calm and composed.

"I guess we oughta report to Beacon Cliffs then. Hey, hey; I'll cross my fingers that we get partnered up together as a team, m'kay?" Saffron stuck out her pinky and awaited Cerys.

"Me too." She extended out her's as they promised.

Beacon Cliffs: high bluffs above the Emerald Forest. There on the scar were a certain amount of first-year students standing atop a square with the academy's logo. Cerys looked around for Saffron, but could not spot her in sight. Nervously, she whimpered like a lost animal. Glynda strode over to Ozpin's side.

"Each of you have heard rumors of teams and partners. Well, we're here to put an end to it. You will be given teammates, today." she informed. Ozpin adjusted his spectacles, and stepped forward with his cane.

"These partnerships will last for the four year duration of your studies here at Beacon Academy. I urge you to find a partner that you can work well with." Ozpin said, taking a long sip from his mug, and sighed. "Partners will be decided by the first person you make eye contact with after you land in the Emerald Forest. I advise you to never hesitate to destroy everything in your path; after all, the possibility of dying is very real. You will be evaluated for your performances during the initiation process, although instructors will not intervene. Your objective is to seek a relic, one per pair of partners, located in a certain temple on the other end of the forest. You must guard this with your life and your standings. You are to then return back to the cliff you are currently standing on with the relic. Any opposition?" A long silence was given in reply, amongst the whimpers of Cerys. "Very well then. Prepare your stances." Everyone positioned themselves as students around Cerys were catapulted off into the forest.

"W-What!? Just was a minute, sir! We're being catapulted off—" Before she could finish, the young huntress-in-training was shot off along with the others.

The young girl shrieked as she was thrown into the air. Wind howled and gusts swept her along the current in a smooth direction. She grasped the material of her skirt whilst holding Quicksilver, in order to maintain her modesty.

'Okay, I need to calm down, and fast. Breath in.. breath—oh my God, watch out birdie!—out.." Finally calming down herself, she had the face of determination. Her eyes fixated on her weapon and transformed it into Petal Erosion. She struck a nearby tree branch and was able to hold on and swing to the ground safely. Finally on the ground, she tried yanking her flail back. It was stuck, she figured.

"Mrgrgr.. Come on.." She cried quietly to herself. Finally, with a powerful jerk backwards, she untangled her flail. With the amount of force she used, she fell back on her bottom. She made a pathetic mewl.

"Are you alright?"

"H-Huh?" Cerys looked behind her and saw a student. He had a hood covering most of his face which was attached to a jacket. He had ripped jeans down to his shin and somewhat black socks; one was folded down and the other was pulled high. He reached for Cerys' hand with what seemed to be his weapon—dual platinum claws. She shyly took his hand and got up from the earth.

"Um.. Thank you." She tried smiling. "I'm Cerys, and.. um, who are you?"

"Ciar Astrophel, that's all you need to know." He finished the last sentence as he turned and walked away in the opposite direction.

"W-Wait! Aren't we supposed to be partners? I-I mean, if you don't want to I can pretend I never locked eyes with you! So—" Before she could finish, he completely disappeared. Cerys began to whimper softly amongst herself.

She travelled around the forest in search of the temple, or other potential partners like Saffron. Cerys crossed her fingers as she travelled further and further into the depths of the forest. Then, almost abruptly, there was a rustle. Cerys stopped; she located Petal Erosion from behind her belt and started to walk slowly in a three hundred degree angle. A twig nearby snapped. Her eyes widened, sweat dripped down her face to the thought of dying alone to a Grimm. Her heart rate increased, gradually gaining speed and pressure. The tension was testing her to her limits. She grew panicked and impatient, finally striking a nearby bush. Nothing. More rustles came from the other bushes. Finally, six Ursai trudged toward the nervous girl. The area surrounding her seemed to grow smaller; the earth was shaking and chaos was buzzing in Cerys' head. What was this feeling, she thought. Fear, or so it seemed. She was outnumbered by the sleuth, something to contribute to such anxiety. Cerys felt her heart shake unsteadily beating hastily.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not—" She continuously lied to herself. Such deception was a common source to relax the mind at ease in a tense mood. Cerys grasped her chest as her pupils shrunk. Her arm began to shake and tremble as she readied Petal Erosion. She transfigured her flail into Quicksilver and aimed an arrow at one of the many Ursai. She gambled for a headshot, and succeeded. Each arrowhead is contained with pink dust, fabricated by the combination of white and red dust creating controlled explosions. Two Ursai charged at Cerys in attempt to ram with a mighty force. She dodged and unleashed an array of arrows into the side of their torsos. Only two more left, she thought. One was a Minor and the other Major. The Major charged at Cerys with blinding speeds. She attempted to dodge, but tripped and fell upon the earth. The Ursa struck her with its claws, but she shielded herself with Quicksilver. Not only could it be used as a bow, but a staff; the morningstar portion of Petal Erosion's flail stuck out on top of the staff. Therefore, she could defend herself with Quicksilver if there is a shortage of time to transfigure. Cerys cringed as it kept striking in repetition. She bit her lip and finally performed a backwards roll to save time for the transformation. With Petal Erosion in hand, she maneuvered around the Ursa and wrapped the flail around its neck. She screamed with agitation, forcefully managing to decapitate the Grimm. Cerys fell on her bottom, and sighed heavily.

"Finally.. Wheh.." She gasped for air shakily. There was a roar from behind. The last Ursai gained speed and charged for Cerys. There was no time to react. She shrieked and closed her wide, periwinkle eyes. The sound of metal clashed and rung like a bell. Anxiously, she opened one eye slowly to see a dead Ursa minor turning to rose petals, signifying its death.

"Be careful next time, idiot." Said Ciar in a somewhat monotonous and displeased voice. He reached for Cerys' hand once again, but instead she stood up on her own.

"I-I'm not an idiot!" She pouted.

"Whatever. Are you coming or not?" He began to walk away. She smiled.

"Mhm, just wait up, okay?" Cerys giggled merrily striding to his side.