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Hello. What is your name? Mine is Ozpin, Professor Ozpin, and I'd like to tell you a story, but I must first introduce the characters and tell you how they fit into the history of our world: Remnant. Long, long ago, when humanity was still young, still new to the world, they waged an endless war of survival; a war that they were losing very quickly. Then came Dust. Noone remembers how or where it was found but with it came the power to fight the darkness, the power to fight the Grimm. And win. But Dust in its raw form is unstable, volatile, and difficult to manage. After much trial and error, far too often ending in catastrophic tragedy, Man began to learn. They began to see patterns, and truths, and techniques.
Dust required a high level of personal discipline, It expended high amounts of stamina, and larger quantities required even more to release greater destructive power. It could be woven into clothing or inked into the skin for more efficiency, or combined to create new colors and new abilities. If those that attempted to make use of Dust were found lacking, it often ended in their own preemptive end.
From this age of war rose Heroes: men and women that accomplished great and terrible deeds in the face of great adversity. Whether they made use of powerful tools, or genius strategies, or simple luck, these Heroes had what it took to shape the course of history and to protect those that could not do so for themselves. As the years passed these Heroes and their accomplishments became stories, passed by word-of-mouth between strangers, then friends, then generations. Some became the legends and myths that every person alive today knows, while others are less known, and others still are forgotten.
One such legend is that of the Three Golden Warriors: long ago, when Man had just begun to raise itself from the ashes using its newfound power, the beginnings of civilization were forming: Families, cliques, tribes, whatever you wish to call them. Such groups formed mutually beneficial agreements to rely on each other for strength and safety. These bands would often travel together, searching out provisions with which to survive and locations at which to hide or defend themselves from those that meant them harm but they would never remain in one place for very long as the Grimm always knew how to find and would eventually strike in force. Many times, a spot would be discovered that simply could not be abandoned for how beneficial it was to remain, be it resources or space or natural defenses, and as they lingered, and as time passed, these people transitioned from wanderers to settlers.
Tents became cabins, hunters became farmers, families grew larger and, as other groups found them, settlements grew larger as well. From one of these settlements came three siblings that would grow to be three of the greatest Grimm slayers in history.
While their place of origin has long since lost its name to history, the three have not. The eldest brother: Zhulo, the middle brother: Ifriit, and the younger sister: Celic. Each of them possessed the most radiant, golden hair; as if the sun had run its fingers down their scalps. Today, those that know the legend believe that those with golden hair are direct descendants of these Heroes and that the key to understanding which one is in their eyes. The eldest and strongest had sapphire blue eyes, just like the ocean, and was covered head-to-toe in Dust tattoos. These tattoos gave him the enormous strength he needed to stand against the Grimm and destroy them with his bare hands. The middle and keenest had a rare trait that made his eyes two different colors: one the green as grass and the other silver. Ifriit had a head for battle and knew everything there was to know about every Grimm there was to know about. He wove his garments out of every color of Dust and used them all to strike the Grimm at their weakest points, leaving them crippled and helpless. The youngest boasted eyes the deep crimson of freshly spilled blood. She used only Red Dust when she fought but in its raw, crystallized form. Many believe that a number of today's mountains, cliffs, and canyons were formed as a result of the pure destructive force she could unleash upon her foes.
These three Warriors did many, many things that bring questions to the limits of human capability even today. So many, in fact that there is more than just one legend about them. There is the story of when Zhulo killed a Dragon with a single blow, or the one of Celic destroying one of the largest Grimm forces in history single-handedly, or the tale of Ifriit slaying a Nevermore using only his wits and a hunting knife.
Or Perhaps you'd like to hear something darker? Perhaps the story of a Grimm that laid such an evil, cruel curse on Ifriit that it turned his silver eye the black of night? Or maybe the story of Zhulo's death at the hands of his brother? Or how about the story of Celic attempting to combine her Red Dust with the fatally dangerous Black Dust, resulting in an entire village lighting up in a blaze that did not stop burning for decades.
These stories are each a legend unto themselves in some circles; legends for another time. I have one particular story in mind that I wish to tell you, but it seems we are out of time. Remember this until next we meet: though these heroes were capable of feats that could reshape the very fabric of our world and though the powers that they possessed made them seem completely infallible, they were still only human and there never was, is or ever will be any human(or Faunus) that lived without his share of mistakes or weaknesses.
Goodbye for now.