"Snow...my what a lovely surprise." The words were uttered in a raspy voice.

Kind, yet full of knowledge, the voice could only belong to a small, elderly woman currently walking the night lit streets of a large town called Dormus, pausing for a minute to take in the breathtaking sight of snow on a Summer's eve.

"And it's not even Winter." She chuckled softly to herself in disbelief before continuing her trek to wherever her destination may be.

Rounding a corner the woman was confronted with a well-kept green park that boasted a countless number of evergreens.

Despite the picturesque image in front of her the woman's face fell as a decision popped into her head, 'should she go straight through the park saving a good hour on her walk?' or 'should she take the longer route but risk missing her favourite soaps?'.

To any uninformed they would almost certainly choose the first option. I mean really, who wouldn't enjoy a quiet walk in the snow through a well lit park? However as the woman herself knows, the park has been the site of a number of muggings in recent weeks, with many victims ending up not just robbed but beaten black and blue as well.

The woman breathes out, not knowing that, subconsciously, she had been holding her breath and steels her resolve.

This newfound confidence being based upon the fact that the last attempted mugging was prevented by an unknown vigilante, who was said to have sent the muggers away with black eyes, their (metaphorical) tails between their legs and jeans stained with their own urine.

The woman stifled a laugh remembering the contents of the article she had read and began making her way through the blanketed park.

Quietly she hummed to herself a song that her mother sang to her as a child, one that gave her peace of mind and reminded her that she was safe from the monsters of Grimm.

Upon entering the dead center of the park, its most shaded area, the woman was stopped in her tracks when a man emerged in front of her.

Under the minimal amount of light the woman was granted she could only detect the glimmer of piercings on his brows and cheeks and his glowing purple Mohawk, which made him appear to be an impressive 5 foot and 10 inches tall.

Her heart sank and she swiftly turned around to make a hasty exit only to discover another man with similar piercings and an orange Mohawk had appeared not 5 meters away from her and blocked her path, 'no not a man' she corrected 'a boy'.

The two teens inched closer encircling her, as if in an attempt to further intimidate her and as she was able to see them clearer she could just make out the bruising around both boys' right eye.

"Well well well Maxie. Look at what we have here. Quite a sight isn't she?" It was the orange haired one that spoke first and the sudden noise in the otherwise soundless park made the elderly woman visibly flinch.

"Ooooh you're right about that Rudy!, A stunning beauty from a time long past." The boy known as Maxie spoke sardonically, and made extravagant hand gestures so as to mock the lady in front of him.

Strolling right up to the woman Rudy grabbed at a very well hidden pendant, with a chain so thin you could be correct in assuming it was made out of string.

"This is just what I was looking for...well...that and whatever is inside that handbag of yours." His tone was condescending and as he spoke she rebelliously leered at him.

"Please!", The woman pleaded, "Just leave me be. Take my bag but please, give me back my pendant and leave me be."

With arms shaking wildly due to a mixture of fear and the sudden cold that was upon them, the woman presented her bag, "I'm begging you."

Snatching the bag from the woman's loose grip Maxie whistled loudly.

"Seems to me Rudes that the pendant ya got there is awful important to her. As he spoke, Maxie rifled through the woman's property, tossing aside any of its contents he deemed worthless.

"Right as per usual Max. You know, you really aren't as dumb as they said you were in school." Rudy smirked as he saw through the corner of his eye his partners glare.

"As a sign of good will madam for your fabulous co-operation I shall return your precious little locket." He said with an imperious bow.

Unconvinced, the woman watched as he held it out to her dangling it by its chain and showing off its simple yet elegant design.

She stared at it for a number of seconds still disbelieving the crooks sudden good intentions before finally she reached for it.

Within a flash the dewdrop shaped crystal, the centerpiece of the accessory was crushed within the villains hands, the white dust once encapsulated within it flying freely into the air.

Almost immediately the woman dropped to her knees, her last connection with her husband vanishing with the wind before her eyes.

A maniacal laugh, not all that different to the sounds a hyena makes, broke the vivid silence of the area.

Rudy held his hands to his stomach in an unsuccessful effort to control himself from laughing, as he soon went into a heavy coughing fit.

"Shit!" He laughed aloud, quickly entering a coughing fit, "I'm sorry Gran. I couldn't resist it!" he joked, wiping a tear from his eye.

Without warning a hand slapped down hard on his shoulder, "Come on man we got too cocky last time and remember what happened. Let's just go already."

Maxie's attitude seemed to have gotten more nervous with the growing darkness and his eyes darted around the wooded area in search of a presence that was not there.

His partner recovered from his small fit and gazed down at the broken woman at his feet who was now bawling her eyes out.

The boy contemplated in that position for several seconds, not on the events that had just transpired but on the events of a previous night, in which he and his comrade were truthfully scared shitless and beaten by a man who could conjure lightning from his hands.

'Not our best robbery.' Rudy thought to himself with a small chuckle, scratching his poor excuse for a beard which only consisted of a couple of strands of hair.

The man that had hit them was 6 foot tall with pitch black hair and an even darker cloak covering his body.

After the stranger had finished delivering what he believed to be a just punishment, that being a flurry of kicks and punches which broke two of Maxie's ribs and dislocated Rudy's shoulder, and gave them their respective black eyes, had threatened to burn their faces beyond repair if he ever caught them trying to steal from someone again.

As tough as Rudy believed himself to be he was not stupid enough to fight against someone with a semblance that could very easily kill someone like him, who has not yet unlocked his aura.

Nodding to his partner they walked back the way the woman had arrived.

"How much did she have on her?" Rudy asked yawning in the process, "She looked pretty well off so she did."

"You were right to target the old ones!" Maxie grinned and pulled a large stack of cash out of the handbag and began flicking through it, "15000 liens!, can you believe it!?"

Unbeknownst to the purple haired boy, his partner had stopped walking a few meters back whilst he had continued walking.

Taking his head out of the bag Maxie turned around to find his associate frozen in his tracks.

"W-Whats the matter mate?" Maxie asked anxious over the answer he may receive.

The only acknowledgment he received that Rudy had heard him was a shaky hand rising to point at the shady individual making their way towards them.

Immediately after glancing over his shoulder to make sure his partner wasn't imagining things, Maxie burst into a full blown sprint, dragging his partner in crime by the collar down the path they had just come from, as the shadowy figure was most definitely there and most definitely had spotted them.

Passing the elderly woman, still crying in the snow, the duo paused to catch their breath checking to see if their adversary was on their trail. Through each panting breath the pair thanked their luck that the path was clear, they looked at each other and wordlessly nodded each taking it as a sign to continue on.

Perhaps the two boys had a lot of karma to make good on, as unluckily for them after they turned around to continue their getaway they came face-to-face with the man who haunted their recent dreams.

A high pitched shriek escaped Rudy's mouth whilst Maxie fell animatedly on his back in clear shock.

"I thought I warned you." The cloaked individual spoke in a smooth but harsh and intimidating voice and was silent for a moment before continuing.

"It seems that a punishment is in order".

A metal sheek echoed throughout the trees as a long, razor-edged katana was drawn out from inside the dark void that was the man's cloak. Brandishing it in front of the two the dark haired man proceeded to close the small 4 foot gap between the three.

"You know in more primitive and backwards villages outside the walls of Vale, there are different ways that authority deals with stealing." The raven haired devil stared down at the blade in his hand and paced slowly in front of the two.

"Resources are sparse and therefore many unorthodox methods are used to deter stealing."

He paused for a moment to look up at the duo, making sure he had their full attention, and began again.

"One lesser known method I've seen used is to burn the thieves palms beyond repair. This renders them physically unable to pick up anything and therefore prevents them from stealing again. Utterly barbaric, yet effective."

His pacing continued and with every step he took the boys' heart rates spiked.

"Another, much cleaner method is to simply cut off the thieves thumbs, more or less preventing them from stealing again."

The man looked up and it was in that moment the two teens saw the pure onyx eyes he possessed that cut right through the very foundations of your soul.

"I've already given you a chance." He said without any hint of emotion.

"You are undeserving of another."

It was at this point that Rudy made a break for it, whilst Maxie remained paralyzed by fear on the ground.

The roughly 17 year old teen made it only two steps before he was hit in the forehead by the butt of the raven's katana, forcing him off his feet and into the snow.

Stepping around the boy, the man continued.

"Now, whichever one of you speaks first will get to choose their punishment." He said calmly, both boys' eyes widening as they stared at each other, mouths agape.

Breaking out of his self-induced trance Maxie muttered absolute gibberish before finally completing a few tangible sentences.

"Please sir! We're sorry we didn't mean to steal from that woman. We won't do it again HONEST. Just please please let us go. Let me go by myself if you have to. He-" Maxie pointed to Rudy.

"H-He's the one you want. He's the leader in all of this. HE'S the reason the old lady's crying. I tried to stop him but I was too late. Oh please sir let me go!"

Maxie suddenly leapt forward, towards the mans feet and began groveling.

Rudy, still dazed from the hard blow to the head could barely understand what was happening in front of him.

After a few moments of silence, the raven haired demon uttered three simple words; "One or Two?".

"S-Sorry?" Maxie replied raising his head to meet the eyes of his tormentor.

"One or Two?" The raven repeated.

Knowing full well the meaning behind each word Maxie jumped backwards and began shuffling away on his back.

"PLEASE SIR!" He screamed, "Don't do this to me."

"I believe I heard you say two." The demon said quietly, yet to the panic-ridden Maxie the words sounded out like an alarm in his ears.

"No, no, no, no, no sir you can't. I didn't mean it that way. Please please believe me!" He screeched, raising his hands to protect himself and turning his face away.

"Too bad." Were the last words Maxie heard before he felt the abrupt loss of two of his appendages.

Much to the sword wielders surprise, and slight dismay, there was no scream. The teen had passed out from shock leaving his two bloody nubs open to infection in the pristine snow.

The raven didn't spare the boy any pity however. If his memory served him well, and it did, then 19 people had fallen victim to the boys' muggings and occasional beatings. 20 now he supposed, eyeing the elderly woman still crying in the field of snow yards away.

The raven turned to his next victim, who was currently cradling his head and unaware of what had just happened to his partner.

'Must have given him a concussion' The raven realised, sheathing his sword and crouching down next to the teen.

"You know I feel kind of bad for doing this." He admitted to the barely conscious teen.

"It's not that I don't enjoy hurting you or that I feel you don't deserve to be hurt, because you really do."

Wearily he gazed upwards towards the falling snow.

"I suppose it's just... sad... seeing potential squandered."

"Oh well..." He surmised with a sigh, in his usual lugubrious tone.

"Let's get this over with."

He glanced again at the teen who had not made any indication of acknowledging his presence.

"You know..." The raven started, "Since you won't remember this, and because I'm in a particularly good mood today I'm going to give you my name."

"So, whilst I burn your hands to the point where they become more of a liability than an asset, engrave this name into the back of your skull."

Within the blink of an eye the raven's appearance was drastically altered. All of a sudden the raven's body was cloaked in a radiant blue glow.

Sparks of electricity ran along his body and jutted out several inches, as if they were coordinating an attack on the night air. Intimidatingly, the raven was unaffected by the lightning traipsing around himself.

Cries, more akin to the chirping of a bird, erupted from the lightning and as Rudy watched the display in agonising fear his eyes began flowing with tears.

The raven forcefully grabbed the teens hands in his and squeezed hard, somehow centering the lightning only on the boy's hands and preventing it from coursing through the rest of his body. A gut-wrenching scream immediately emitted from the tortured boys throat, however the steely raven was unaffected.

Leaning in towards the boys ear, ignoring the horrific screams that continued to escape from within the teen, the raven whispered to him.

"My name," He paused increasing the quantity of lightning and utterly scorching the boy's hands, "is Sasuke Uchiha."

And with that said and done the black haired man, now identified as Sasuke Uchiha, sent one great burst of electricity into the boy's entire body, causing the misguided teen to, like his friend, faint from a mixture of pain and shock.

Standing slowly and allowing the sparks to flicker out of existence, Sasuke observed the area around him.

Two broken, beaten and bleeding bodies lay motionless on the ground, with not 5 feet of distance between them. The snow that had once smothered the area had melted from the explosive heat Sasuke had radiated as he tortured a problematic teen.

The final thing in the vicinity of note to the raven was a handbag lying a couple of yards in front of Maxie's crumpled up body. Casually he picked it up, looked through its contents, and proceeded to make his way towards the grieving woman whose tears were now frozen to her face.

If she had heard the screams of agony from barely a few seconds earlier, which she undoubtedly should have even despite her age, she gave no indication.

Without a word Sasuke placed the bag gently down in front of her and pulling the hood of his cloak down, revealed that the face behind the dreary voice belonged to a young adult rather than a man.

Not only was the raven revealed to be a teen now, but he was also roughly the same age as the two boys he had just mutilated if not only just a year or so older. Once again, the woman did not show any signs of acknowledging him, staring silently at the ground.

"Humans." Sasuke began.

He sighed loudly and staring up at the late night sky allowed the free falling snow to caress his face, "Many can be worse than monsters."

Before the next snowflake could kiss the ground the raven haired teen had vanished, closing the book on the events that had transpired in an ordinary park in an ordinary town one extraordinary evening.


The airship was right where the lone wanderer was told it would be.

Alone, it sat at the edge of the docks, in an area cordoned off for aircrafts, given the large number of heli-pads placed almost randomly on the tarmac. The cargo door at the back of the ship were open, showing off the somewhat luxurious insides and exposing the several would-be huntsmen and huntresses already on board to the cold.

Sasuke walked tiredy towards one of the two soldiers on either side of the ship feeling inside one of his pockets for his papers.

Despite the stoic expression on his face, the teen would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about starting this new chapter of his life, one in which he would no longer be alone and would be forced to interact with others constantly.

Whether that would turn out to be a good or bad thing Sasuke did not yet know and as he approached the open door he shut such trivial thoughts, as he had deemed them, out of his head.

Stopping in front of the soldier, who was of a similar height, Sasuke took a second to admire how unprofessional he looked.

Lying haphazardly on the ground next to his foot was the soldier's helmet, which lacked any dents or scratches, informing Sasuke that the man must be new.

A bright red splash could be made out very clearly against the white background of the soldiers chestpiece, not blood but a ketchup stain, the raven examined with his keen eyes. Combining the man's lazy attitude with his blatant disregard for armor and equipment, Sasuke felt the urge to hit him for his lack of discipline.

'That would be a very bad idea.' Sasuke reasoned with himself after some deliberation, and reached into his pockets to present the soldier with a form.

"I'm here for Beacon." He stated flatly, his cold demeanour unyielding.

The 'soldier' took a measly two seconds to observe the document before ushering him inside. If Sasuke wasn't so appalled by the soldier's incompetence he may have cracked a smile, although that event was still unlikely.

Taking one of the seats furthest inside, away from the open door, Sasuke thought about the situation he was now in.

After spending many years alone, quietly honing his abilities and kindling his thirst for revenge, he was about to begin his self-designated mission.

'It may take some time.' Sasuke thought grimly, it had been a few minutes since his arrival and the door of the ship was beginning to close, 'But I will accomplish my task.'

For the first time in ages, Sasuke allowed himself a small smile. Whether or not the smile was to encourage himself or due to how nervous he was, even Sasuke himself was unsure.

"The next pickup zone is 40 minutes away so sit back, relax and enjoy the ride kids!" A robotic sounding voice rang out through the intercom.

'The pilot.' Sasuke assumed, abiding by the suggestion and resting his head against the wall of the airship.

With a small smirk on his face, he wondered aloud, "Hopefully he didn't train alongside that poor excuse for a soldier."


It had been a mostly peaceful flight for Sasuke over the next few hours, only suffering from the random bursts of turbulence and the occasional landings.

Apparently the stop he had gotten on was the first, as it had been the furthest from Vale, and so Sasuke had been in for a long journey.

With every stop the airship gradually became more cramped and vibrant, with many colourful huntsmen and huntresses in training wearing bright flashy gear. Thankfully however, there only remained one more stop until Sasuke's journey began, the academy itself.

Sadly for the black haired teen, his destination would still be several hours away.

To pass the time Sasuke judged the other inhabitants of the aircraft. Many, if not all, were busy showing each other their 'mediocre' weapons, as Sasuke had judged them. He couldn't help but notice however, that despite how weak some of the teens looked, each and every one of them was entirely unique.

Sasuke had not met many huntsmen during his travels, and most he did encounter he watched from afar. #

Due to his lack of up close information on their customs, he was somewhat unaware of how a huntsman should dress and act, and so was surprised to see how carefree many of them were.

The way in which they gossiped and flirted with each other infuriated the raven. It was as if they were all privileged kids who had not yet encountered a beast of Grimm and thought that becoming a huntsmen would simply make their parents proud.

Sasuke's blood boiled, as thinking about the incompetence of these soon to be huntsmen and huntresses only served to bring horrible, deeply traumatizing memories back to his attention.

Resurfacing thoughts Sasuke had long since buried revealed themselves for several moments, and the raven could not help but scowl and clench his fists as he remembered many grotesque images.

Looking to distract himself from his own mind, the teen glared around the room until his eyes fell on an orange haired girl dressed entirely in pink.

She appeared to be lost or confused,considering how her head darted around the room in search of someone or something. What caught Sasuke's attention however, was that the girl had an impressive and foreboding looking hammer strapped to her back.

His eyes must have lingered a moment too long on the girl, as suddenly, her eyes met with his. To avoid a possible conversation from starting, the raven quickly turned his head to observe the rest of the room, quietly hoping that the girl would make nothing of the encounter.

Sadly, Lady Luck was not on his side today, and the poor raven was not fortunate enough for that to be the outcome.

"THERE YOU ARE!" The ear-piercing cry from across the room, of course came from the girl he was just looking at, and suddenly all eyes were on her.

The huntress in pink made her way to Sasuke at a breathtaking speed. In that moment Sasuke was surprised, both by her speed, and the fact that her words were apparently addressed to himself.

As the boy tried to comprehend what was going on, he failed to realise that the girl had jumped into the air and was now flying towards him.

With his rather exceptional reaction time, the raven was just barely able to dive sharply to his right, narrowly dodging the pink and orange bullet that had fired towards him.

The girl had unceremoniously crashed head first into the cold, steel walls of the airship, leaving a large dent visible from even the outside. Tearing his eyes away from the spectacular scene, Sasuke stood and dusted himself off, before offering the girl buried a foot deep into the ships port hull a murderous glare.

As if no incident had occurred at all, the girl pushed herself cleanly away from the walls firm grip on her head and tossed the boy a quizzical look.

"Why'd you jump out of the way?", she asked dejectedly, her face scrunching up and forming into a pout, "You've never done that before."

Moderately stunned by the girls change in composure and her incredible resilience Sasuke stuttered for a short second before adopting his signature scowling disposition.

"Listen, I have no clue who you are or who you might think I am but let me make something crystal clear to you so that you can get it through that thick skull of yours!" He declared harshly, watching the girls face widen as a realisation appeared to dawn on her.

"If-" He continued, "You want to make it to Beacon alive, it'd be in your best interest to stay out of my sights from now on." His final words were said in a hushed, menacing tone audible only to the girl herself.

The girls face made an awkward expression and she looked to her boots whilst rubbing the back of her head nervously.

"Sorry." She murmured quietly, her hand now moving from her head to rub her arm, "I thought you were my friend Ren, he looks a lot like you."

"Buuuttt..." The girl drawled out, "I see now that you're not him. You don't even have his pink highlight."

She chuckled awkwardly, perhaps more nervously than awkward, before looking up and facing him directly, "S-Sorry about that."

The girls heartfelt apology made Sasuke's cold exterior soften slightly.

He reminded himself that technically the girl had done him no harm, and as if his brain was further trying to persuade him to forgive the young teen, he felt that it would be in his best interest not to make any enemies on his first day. If only to ensure his plan transitioned smoothly that is.

He sighed quietly to himself, noticing that only now had the others on board the aircraft taken their eyes off of the pair and focused on the dejected looking girl in front of him.

"I accept your apology but also ask that you forgive me for my outburst, I took things too far, as I have been known to do."

The girls eyes lit up brightly, to the same level they were at before the accident happened.

"Oh thank you thank you thank youuuu!" She screamed reaching out for a hug only to be stopped by the teen's open palm holding her back.

"No ones ever been that angry with me before, I didn't know what to do! But then I thought of making a cake, you know as an apology, just not one of those boooring regular cakes but one made from something fancy like ice cream or maybe-"

Sasuke cut the girl off by placing a hand over her mouth, barely preventing himself from developing a headache.

"Don't you have a missing friend on this ship somewhere? Maybe you should go and look for him, you know... make sure he's safe." He persuaded, in his most convincing and pleasing tone of voice.

She muffled inaudibly for several seconds underneath his hand, her face sporadically shifting expressions every second or so before she sprung free of his restraint.

Racing off in the direction of another section of the ship, presumably to look for her friend, she squealed a high pitched, "GOODBYE!"

Indiscriminately, the silent raven watched, as the pink blur zig-zagged her way through other students until she was finally out of his sight.

Taking another moment to ensure she was gone he allowed himself a long, exhaustive sigh.

Finding a seat close to his original, he leant against the cold interior wall of the ship closed his eyes. After that whole endeavor, combined with the tiresome journey, if the teen could accurately describe how he felt in one simple word it'd be 'drained'.

The teen must have dozed off in that position for several hours, as he was only woken by the pilot's sudden announcement over the PA system.

"Passengers, please be aware that we will be docking at Beacon in 10 minutes. We wish each and every one of you the best of luck in your studies and hope that you will become the next generation of huntsmen and huntresses."

The tired raven stood to stretch out his body, and once comfortable sat back down in his seat.

He spent the next few remaining minutes staring motionlessly at the digital clock on the wall. It was surreal to believe how lucky he was to get into Beacon, an opportunity that he came upon only by chance and one that he would not squander.

The airship began to decelerate and vibrations could be felt all over the ship. It slowly hovered in place and turned to position the cargo doors facing the landing platform.

Sasuke stood in line next to the other students just as eager to depart from the stuffy ship as himself.

'This is it Sasuke' He encouraged himself watching as the door slowly lowered to create a ramp.

'No matter what you learn in there, no matter how much this school might change you, no matter how much you may enjoy it, you must fulfill what you've promised. You must have your revenge.'

And with that, the raven took his first steps outside of the ship and towards his new life.


So... um yeah. This is my first story for this site (and the first I've ever typed up in general). I tried to write to the absolute best of my abilities for this first chapter.

I've honestly done at least 12 revisions so far and I'll probably do more once my writing skills develop further. I really, really, really hope you enjoyed this first chapter!

The second one is on its way and should be up next week. If not on the same day then the next (unless I get my act together and write reams of stuff, in which case it could be 3-4 days for the next chapter). I can't stress enough how much I would appreciate your reviews (I hope I don't sound like a dick when I say this but please, if you are going to review, make your review at least two sentences long).

Any critiques of my writing style would be great (I'm aware of my addiction to commas BTW). Your reviews will most likely be the things that bring me back to the story when I inevitably get writer's block a couple of chapters in.

Finally I want to thank all the amazing writer's on this site that have inspired me to write my own story. I'd name them if I wasn't so nervous about how this chapter will be reviewed. Well... that's it really. I should probably go now, it's gonna take me a solid hour before I get the courage to publish this. So in conclusion umm...

(As of the 21st of January 2017, this chapter has been edited/rewritten slightly)