Authors' notes: This will be my first official series either written or animated. I would really appreciate it if you could give feedback and reviews to help me in my path to becoming a creator of works. This series is going to be something similar to a RWBY fan series. The events in this series will not be taking place during the time period of either team RWBY or team STRQ as there is a fairly large gap in time between them this story will take place then, after team STRQ has left Beacon and before team RWBY are old enough to join. Doing this allows me as a creator many freedoms, as I do not have to bind my story around the plot of RWBY nor do my characters have to have any influence or reference towards team STRQ. Due to this story being in a different time period it also allows me to completely change some things, like the initiation and such. As this is a fan series I will be introducing new variants of Grimm from the Fandom rather than sticking to the strict list of Grimm already identified in the series. I will attempt to showcase the perspectives of all four members of the team rather than one individual character, that being said, the main character will be the first shown and will most likely get the most screen-time. I apologize for the lengthy intro but I will try to talk to people through these Authors' notes before and after each chapter. Ok well with all that said and done, let's get into it shall we? Make sure to leave a review to help me become a better writer.

Prologue

'October 19th, such a random date, although not entirely random if you think about it; after all if you add 1 and 9 from the 19 then you get 10 which is the same month number.'

A boy wrote in a small journal he held close. He made a game with the numbers of the day. The boy began writing again thinking of his current situation, as if were making an autobiography.

'Guess I'll start from scratch today. After all you are a new journal so I should get things situated between us. My name is X. Although I only "purchased" you about three hours ago I feel as though we will share a lot of stories together.'

He looked up from his book. As he lifted his head a woman shrieked sending a chill down his spine. Something that could hold as much fear as that shouldn't have been allowed in such a peaceful area on such a peaceful day. X quickly deposited his new found friend into his back pocket, the leather binding gripping the insides of his pocket tightly. Boosting forward towards the source of the scream, feet slamming into the piping hot pavement. Arriving only to find a young girl still shaking from the scare. A man dressed up in a plant costume and had clearly scared the ever-loving shit out of me. X was mentally preparing himself for something much more sinister. The only reply he could muster was a heavy sigh and a palm to the face. "Right, as if something like that could actually happen in a town like this" X thought to himself. Relieved that there was no need for action, but also frustrated at the lack of challenge. With the crisis averted he pulled out his leather journal once more. Tightly holding the attached pencil with vigor as he became determined to finish his autobiographical introduction.

'I'm a 17-year-old Hunter in training, although I wouldn't really call myself a "Hunter" at heart, all I want is to fight and have hella fun. If that's against badass monsters or hot babes, I don't mind either way. I guess now would be as good a time as any other to describe myself. Well let's see, I'm totally ripped'

He wasn't.

'I got a ridiculously handsome face, with like the perfect amount of scruff'

Slightly above average at best with patchy facial hair that hasn't been shaven for a couple weeks.

'I have sick white hair that flows naturally and flows in the wind'

It's incredibly wild and with an untamed look to it.

'Since I'm a Faunus I have these super sexy ears atop my head, being a Faunus definitely helps in pretty much every way imaginable'

They are white cat ears. He also has a tail but he prefers to wrap that around his waist on the inside of his clothes, as it draws a lot of attention. And since when are ears sexy?

'And I have the strongest weapons in existence!'

That's more of an opinion than anything else.

'But enough about me, that's not what today's all about, today, is the final round of the Vytal Festival here in town'

He wrote as he began heading deeper into town, stalls and stands seemingly alive with activity. No wonder people traveled from miles around to get their foreign cuisine from all over the world. Pocketing the journal he began his journey to the arena. Not having much money meant he had to watch whatever possible from random bar screens. He had barely scraped up the dough to purchase the ticket for the final round. That was way too important to miss. He looked at the time on a random clock on a stand and noticed that he had about an hour before the match would start. So he quickly finished up any business he had in town, deciding what kind of stand he should go to before heading to the arena. "Hmmm, I want to try something foreign, but Atlas food has always been a bit too pricey, Vacuan food is a bit too rich for my taste… maybe something from Vale then? I haven't had any bad experiences with Valeish food before" he thought. Choosing a kind of food was the easy part. Now came the difficult bit, finding and singling out a Valeish stand from the hundreds of stalls. After having chosen a decent but cheap Valeish stand. It had intricate lights and wasn't completely covered in rusted metal. He approached the stand with a thin smile thinking of what to eat when suddenly the man behind the stands called out to him "Hey you, find another stand!" The man was wearing overalls and light t-shirt. From behind the stand, he glared at X with those pitch black eyes. As if he were looking at a disobedient pet. Stopping his tracks, immediately understanding the situation

"Excuse me?" X spoke as if trying to act innocent to all the bystanders, slumping his shoulders slightly and lowering his ears.

"We don't serve your kind here," he said with complete confidence. His greasy brow creased, staring him down with discontent.

"My kind?" X tried to play innocent a little more. Attempting to incite the crowd to rise against the racist. He swiveled around towards his hoped saviors. All he saw was everyone, even his fellow Faunus were simply hiding their faces and quickly walking away. They clearly had no intention of supporting their fellow man.

"I said go find another stall… Or else" the man threatened. X gritted his teeth. It really pissed him off when people like this bested him. He wasn't going to fight a man in public. Not a weakling who could barely activate his Aura. All that would do is cause further discrimination. He would be seen as the animal in human skin that attacked an innocent man. X swiftly turned on his heels and shoved his hands into his pockets. Admitting defeat, X turned sharply on his heels. He could hear faint laughter from the sleazeball as he walked in the opposite direction.

X's eyes quickly caught a new stand that stuck out to him as cozy. Its wooden construct was seemingly well intact. The stand had a small, stained canopy to block out the sun's rays. The man behind the counter quickly served a dish. Barely having to speak as if the old man could read his mind, or rather, his ears. The dish set before him was a large bowl of noodles with fish bits. He thanked the old man with a shiny head and scruffy face. The cook simply nodded in return. X finished his mediocre meal in what felt like seconds. Then began moving towards the nearest airship. It didn't take long, only a couple minutes to reach the floating stadium. Once there it seemed to take an eternity to find an available seat. In reality, the search lasted less than ten minutes, but to him standing in line and doing absolutely nothing was tortuous. Tack on the awful stench of grease and sweat and it was unbearable.

"Yeah no downsides to being a Faunus alright!" he cried out in utter sarcasm. his voice not making it more than five feet before being drowned out by the sea of voices. He could barely breathe without gagging, and the long wait and shoving bodies didn't make him feel any better about it. He soon pulled out his Journal to simply write six words in big bold letters in the center of the page.

'I HAVE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE'

Soon enough he was finally free from the agony of the long waiting line as he was able to get in, luckily for him he was able to snag a seat near the mid section close to the front-row, they were still selling tickets so he knew they weren't sold out, so not all the seats would be taken anyway, and if someone did show up he'll just snag some other suckers seat. It wasn't that long of a wait for the lights to dim preparing the audiences for the fight, the long waiting line has gotten rid of most of the time before the match on its own. Within a couple minutes two figures emerged from opposite sides, he recognized them both from the dozens of matches before hand; on the right was a Mistral fighter by the name of Chro Tanner, Leader of team CHRM (Charm). Chro was an amazing brute, he was tall and big, he wielded two fat gauntlets that fit over his fists like metal blocks. Through the fights he had seen Chro had always been the final blow dealer, he would always hit heavy enough to send shockwaves into peoples Aura, at one point he managed to completely destroy one man's Aura with a single strike.

In the other corner was X's favorite and who he would be rooting for today, Flae from team FLAM of Beacon in Vale Flae was awesome, and there was no chance in X's head that he would lose, Flae was a well-rounded fighter, unlike most he didn't prioritize one thing over the other, giving him a large variety of attacking and defending strategies to pull from. X always prided himself on his advanced knowledge of semblances and could often predict what kind of semblance someone would have but even to him Flae's Semblance just avoided his suspicions, making it difficult to predict what kind of semblance he had. Flae's weapon was much more impressive appearance wise than his opponent's and in X's opinion, much deadlier. Flae's weapon was a flamethrower of sorts, in its base form it was much like a large brick with a disc shaped hole in the front that would spew flames, the fronts of the flamethrower had two chainsaws like blades extruding from it.

Chro had the advantage in more ways than one against Flae. Being a previous champion of the Vytal Festival meant that he had more combat experience, and to top that, he is also the third year whereas Flae would only now be concluding his second year. Despite this shortcoming X had no doubt in his mind that Flae would win flawlessly, to him, there was simply no way to defeat someone who could spew red dust by the gallons.

X, who was now literally on the edge of his seat couldn't wait in anticipation as they closed in on one another, the ring they would be fighting on lifting from the ground. They took their stances and readied themselves for the biggest fight of the year. Although X knew a lot about Flae he knew practically nothing about Chro so this fight was sure to be interesting.

Soon the Commentator began speaking into the Mic preparing the audience and re-explaining the rules. "Alright, although it's the final round and everyone wants to see an amazing fight, let's keep it clean folks, that means that once your opponents Aura hits the red, it's game, set and match, If your opponent's aura depletes completely they won't have any way of healing or defending themselves from your weapon, that being said, as long as your opponent has Aura, don't hold back, in the heat of a fight, one mistake can cost you everything! Now ready…" The Commenter began a countdown and the crowd joined him as thousands of arms went up all at once as they shouted the words

"SET!" X sat on the edge of his seat awaiting the final word that would begin the match and joined with them all screaming the simple yet powerful word

"BEGIN!" Everyone shouted together causing such an uproar that X had to tuck his ears in trying to block out the sound but nothing would distract him from the scene that he would be witnessing in person. As soon as the words flew from his mouth the two immediately began their assault, as Chro tried to lessen the distance between them Flae took the advantage and began firing flaming discs from the mouth of the gun, causing Chro to backtrack, he would dash side to side to avoid the flaming discs, but he didn't have to for long as Flae quickly ran out of ammunition and began preparing his weapon for its intended use, getting closer to reach the optimal range. Chro took the range difference to his benefit as he punched towards Flae still from a distance as suddenly Flae fell to the floor seemingly of his own accord everyone seemed to as surprised as X was at the motion. Chro took the advantage and closed the distance between them, Flae began spraying red dust all around himself causing the area around him to burn to a crisp; he quickly got up but only to find that Chro had out-maneuvered him. For a big man, he moved fast, as soon as Flae noticed him it was already too late; Chro unleashed a three hit combo before knocking Flae from his feet. Flae rolled and brought his weapon to front spewing hot flame towards Chro who barely escaped the inferno, his aura chipping away every second he withstood it.

Once they distanced again they were back to square one, too far for either of their weapons to be useful, and with neither of their aura having dropped too far. Once again Chro punched towards Flae even from their distance it wouldn't have been useful, but that's not what Flae portrayed as he quickly backed away as if dodging an invisible force, this force wouldn't be invisible forever however once Flae shot towards Chro thin strands caught aflame and began trailing back towards Chro's gauntlets as if they had shot them when he punched. Chro didn't let up however as he slammed his fists together before punching rapidly towards Flae from a distance each punch launching dust rounds towards him. X had underestimated the gauntlets but they seemed much more effective than originally suspected. At the current distance, all Flae could do was to attempt to dodge as many as possible, although some managed to bounce from his aura chipping away at it. Flae began to make his way back into the fray getting closer to use his weapon at its proficient range; Chro noticed and began to move forward preparing to strike Flae. He quickly began to spew flame towards Chro not holding back trying to capture him in the inferno. Chro was caught inside it but continued through it, taking a heavy hit on his aura, but upon getting closer he was able to punch his weapon to the side, and then performed a ten hit combo on Flae not letting him have a moment to breathe.

The moment he was free from the unrelenting fists he swung his weapon towards Chro who narrowly avoided the wild swing of desperation, and landed another three hit combo on Flae before sending him flying with a powerful strike to his chest. Flae got back up to his feet, the crowd going nuts over the intense fight, the sound crashing against X's ears. Normally it would bother him beyond annoyance, but today that was nothing in comparison to the suspense he was feeling for the fight at hand, Flae was below half Aura Meanwhile Chro had taken less than a quarter of damage, it was clear that unless Flae did something, this match would only end one way. Flae then gripped his handle and twisted, revealing his weapons second form, the center of the block split down the center, and opened up, the handle twisting around to extend into a long pole, causing the weapon to split into a long pole with a chainsaw at each end of the pole, flame seeping from the ends, he gripped the middle of the pole tightly as he hoped to best Chro in close quarters combat. The Audience boomed their cheers for the new weapon form were like that of fan girls. Chro simply grinned, he knew that Flae had to change tactics but to challenge him in his own category would be suicide, nevertheless, he charged in expecting resistance. What he got, however, was a rapid spin of a pole arm length chainsaw. The blades reached out to meet him as he tried to close any distance, Flae had been smart, he had transformed his weapon into a melee form so to keep Chro close, but used its length to keep him far enough away so to not let his defense fall. Chro didn't mind however as suddenly Chro punched his fists together slowly drawing them apart, as lightning arced between the metal, before clinging to individual fists, as Chro punched a one-two combo towards Flae, electricity arced forward, clinging along the metal of Flae's weapon and striking him. It would have been impressive if that had been it, but as soon as the electricity struck Flae lighting shot from the sky and plummeted into him as if tracking the electricity from Chro's attack. The powerful four hit combo blasted Flae to the ground, his aura nearly gone.

"Holy shit! What a Semblance! I've got to have that one" X proclaimed before closing his eyes and thinking back to the strike Chro had performed, thinking to himself 'Semblances, the embodiment of our Souls, They say no two Semblances are alike and therefore no two semblances, and yet My soul defies that reasoning, my aura feeds my semblance in ways that defy their very nature' before suddenly another uproar of cheer caused him to open his eyes again and turn his attention back to the fight. Chro started towards Flae, who could barely get to his knees. The fight was as good as over, Flae barely had enough to do anything while Chro was almost untouched, and the skill gap a single year could bring showed in this fight. But suddenly everything changed, as if a glitch the Aura meters on the overhead screen completely changed, switched even, but at near the same instant Chro fell to the floor and Flae immediately jumped up with great speed and power bringing his weapon to Chro's neck, standing victorious while barely breathing heavy. It had happened so fast no one knew what it was. Not X though, he knew, his proficiency with Semblances helped him yet again as he could almost feel the semblance. He closed his eyes once more and thought back to the scene, remembering, and realizing that it wasn't a simple glitch, they had literally changed Aura levels, it must have been Flae's Semblance, to exchange Aura, what an amazing tactical power.

'I have witnessed Gods, and they walk among us'

Was all X could do, he couldn't talk he couldn't think all he could do was simply write those words, close the journal and hold it close to his chest. Not believing the awesome fight he had just witnessed. Chro and Flae both stood to face each other and shook hands signifying the end of the battle and an honorable victory. The boom of applauds and cheers rocked X in his seat as his ears recoiled from the bombardment. He held his hands to his ears and waited for it all to stop, missing anything the commentators were saying, in all honesty, he had forgotten they existed. He was too focused to hear them at all during the match. After the initial outburst, the crowd began to die down as everyone rushed out of the coliseum for some reason, when suddenly X's ears perked up to a nearby kid shouting back to his friend as they ran for the nearest exit pushing through the crowd. "Hurry up! If we're not fast enough we might miss our chance to meet Flae!" He quickly snapped out of his shock as he remembered one of the reasons to have purchased the final round ticket, being able to talk to and meet the victor of the Vytal Festival was not a very common occurrence as it was the only tradition in Mistral. He sprang from his seat determined to meet the man and ran as fast as he could, shoving his way through the crowd not caring about social etiquette anymore. As soon as he was free from the large group fleeing through the exit hallway he sprinted to the western side of the arena where Flae would be since he was just shy of the North-Western corner he hadn't far to go, but he didn't want to miss the chance no matter what. As soon as he saw the giant group huddled together he began to fear he was too late, still, he pushed on, forcing his way through the crowd to the front, where to his amazement, and Flae stood. He hadn't missed it, not yet at least. Flae was waving and smiling to the group pointing to random people who were calling out to him for questions, he would reply a quick answer and move on to the next. X made sure to make his presence noticed and Flae actually acknowledged him, asking him what his question was, but when he was put on the spot X couldn't think, he just stood there like an idiot with an open mouth, Flae raised an eyebrow before speaking again "Well? You seemed really spunky, don't you have something you want to know?" he questioned, and X could only respond with a nod, it was weird, being questioned when you were supposed to be asking the questions "So what's your question? Don't tell me you just want to get an autogra-"

"How do I join Beacon!?" was the question that sprang from his mouth cutting Flae off and sending a ripple of confused looks through the crowd, Flae, however, grinned at the question, genuinely grinned, not something that was forced for the cameras, but he actually smiled for someone that wanted to go to the same school as he.

"Here" he said handing X a small piece of paper, after having written something on it "It's an autograph, sell it, and pay your way" he said with another one of the movie star grins, before moving on to the next question, but when X observed the paper, there was a number on it rather than an autograph, sneakily Flae had given him a much better chance than he could have openly. X nodded towards Flae with a wide grin, which saw from the corner of his eye and smiled. X then backed away from the group allowing the other fans time with the new champion. He quickly placed the piece of paper into the folds of the journal's pages and put it into his back pocket for safety as he walked away from the group of fans; Heading towards the Exit of the arena. Upon nearing one of the transport ships heading back to Mistral X stood next to the ledge looking down to the city below, amazed by how buildings look like ants from this high up.

"Transport to Mistral?" the worker asked, he stood next to the gate to the airship and was who allowed access to it

"Nah, I'm good," X said calmly before grinning and walking off the edge.

Authors' Notes: Sorry about it being so long, I just can't help myself, I was going to originally make this about twice the length, including Chapter 1 in the Prologue but decided that this should be enough to hopefully get a good idea of X make sure to leave a review, I DESPERATELY need them. My main problems a lot of the times are my sentencing, most of the time Run on Sentences are my rival. Regardless, tell me what you guys think of X? Can anyone guess what kind of weapon(s) he uses? And does anyone have any possible ideas for the future? Speaking of which, can you guys come up with ideas for a different initiation? I've been trying but I can't think of anything good, thanks again for reading! ^.^