Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. Only my OCs.

A.N: Hello fine folk! And welcome to my first ever FanFic. Before you say anything, yes I am aware of the GRMM fanfiction present on this site (Which was published and last updated in 2013). But this is not that story, It is something different (A different fic with different characters and storyline to my knowledge if you will). And I hope that this doesn't cause a problem in any way but I am a newbie on these matters so go ahead and warn me if something's wrong.

I would write more but I am sure you want to enjoy your story now, so I shall step off.

Prologue

The hearth crackled with the fuel of a burning fire splintering into floating embers, denizens of the building it heated coming closer around it's heat to hear better.

"I assume you have heard of the story about those 4 heroes." the scraggly old man asked.

"The maidens?" a child's voice cried out.

"Not at all"

"Then it must be those legendary huntresses" some faraway teenager noted.

"You are close, but not truly correct." Exclaimed the old monument of a man .

"Now listen closely. I will not tell you a tale of brave heroes and evil monsters. But only of the misdeeds of men, so easily justifiable and dark yet never white nor black"

And thus there was silence, before he began. His story was not short by any means, however the night was longer.

Chapter 1

Gogh was standing in the airship which was now taking him to Beacon Academy, his new home for the next four years.

"What a thrill" he thought to himself. He had trained in his primary combat school for several years, acing almost all his lessons thanks to his past life experience. And now, the time was nigh. He had been accepted to this glamorous academy they were headed to.

As he shifted his weight from one foot to another,perhaps from anxiety or simply from standing around too much; a hologhraphic screen came into being and a news report had been turned on

"…The robbery was lead by Roman Torchwick who continues to evade authorities. If you have any information on his whereabouts please contact The Vale Police Department. Back to you Lisa"

Gogh stopped listening as the news report changed it's topic to some political protest of faunus being distrupted by White Fang , Which was not good nor grand news. The terrorist group had been distrupting Faunus-Human relations for some time now.

However his gaze was shortly returned back to the hologram as the figure of a blonde lady calling herself Glynda Goodwitch had appeared and started to give them a quite inspirational speech about what being a hunter or a huntress meant, as well as congratulating them for their endeavours leading up to their acceptance. Gogh simply wasn't flattered by this in any was as he saw being a hunter not as a high level apellation, but as a duty some people have over the ever-growing society.

While Mrs. Goodwitch's speech was nearing it's end, the small fleet of ships which carrying their precious cargo of future hunter and huntresses had started to leave the urban area and to head increasingly farther into the green wilderness where Beacon resided.

His ambitions and worries churned inside him as their carriage neared it's destination. Gogh, however had to find a distraction for himself to stop overthinking about future and thus he started wandering around, examining the ship.

He deduced that the very ship they were in was made out of moderately high quality materials; owing to the long lasting peace, trade agreements and the overall increasing prosperity of the four kingdoms. He didn't complain of course since the sleek interior decoration pleased the common eye and the vehicle's craftsmenship pleased the delving one.

He was just about a figure out exactly which type of hologram projection was the ship using when his eyes caught a peculiar figure, leaning idly with his back up against the wall. He too had a unusually big sword on his back just like Gogh.

Gogh could feel increasing amounts the excitement within him for he had found someone who he could converge on common topics. Excited to make his first friend here on Beacon, he approached the towering figure in green.

"Hello, friend. Wonderful choice of weaponry you have" Gough spoke.

"Heh, nice armor" Yatsu replied to the well built man clad in greenish cyan plate mail.

"I am Yatsuhashi Daichi by the way. Nice to meet you" he continued as he unfolded his right hand from his chest and offered it to Gogh while smiling.

"Thanks. Göğ Veli would be my name, but you can call me Gogh since it is easier to pronounce for most people" returned Göğ, complying with his handshake and also lifting his visor with his left.

"Oh, how interesting. Sounds very foreign" Yatsu noted "But please, take no offense. My name is like so as well" he added, nodding in understanding.

"Is it really so? How nice." Gogh chimed as he encouraged his newfound acquintance to talk more. He had came towards this side of the ship to have nice relaxing conversation to take his mind off of the incoming trials he would face and he wanted to have it in some way. It at least beat standing idle in a corner as he ate his heart out.

After a few moments Gogh also was leaning on the transport's wall engaging in small talk with his new found friend. For approximately 5-6 minutes until their journey started to near it's end, Yatsuhashi told Gogh of his homeland and how he lived his days before he signed up. But Gogh only stood in silence as yearning for his now far away home took over him and thus, his thoughts drifted into memory.

When their arrival was announced from the speakers, Gogh shook awake and bade farewell so he could wander around the facility before they were gathered up once again for a supposed speech. Or so he was informed by a fellow bunny faunus before getting off.

XXXXX Line-Break XXXXX

Marounin was walking the school grounds, without really knowing why.

In his own mind he just wanted to get some fresh air, wanted to stretch his legs. Anything to get out of that ghastly airship. With these thoughts churning on his mind, he stopped abtruptly on the walkway to appretiate Beacon's architecture.

With it's white archways and numerous gathering points, the academy was built to both look good and be spacious. It felt homey and calming like a sanctuary. Mar checked his scroll for the time as he sat down on a bench to catch his breath. As well as admire the small patch of nature around him, provided by the trees.

So he shifted his gaze upwards, and saw the curved lamp posts and the pointed rooftops of that grand building. It's gothic looking achitecture contrasting masterfully with the living and shining garden surrounding it. The CCT tower was blinking as masses of info came, went and redirected from it in mere seconds.

But the time was not

After a few moments had passed Marounin slowly stood up and started to make his way towards the main building, passing by several fountains and monuments. And when he had reached it, Marounin stood in front of the main gate into Beacon's main building, yet did not enter.

He simply stood in front of the door that would mark a milestone for many lives and tried to spot anything different like if he could find an invisible threshold on it's step. The accepted students were passing by and bumping into him, puzzled by the fact that a hooded figure was only standing in the middle of the road and not going in. Male and female, all of the warriors flowed around him like a river of flesh until only "drops" remained. But alas, contemplating the question was in vain and the line he would cross was a merely metaphorical one. And for this, he simply entered.

A.N: Hello once again, I hope you liked the first chapter. If you wish to leave feedback, I assure you that all kinds of constructive criticism is welcome on my fics.

About the update frequency I cannot promise anything yet I will try to get chapters out as frequently as I can. But you should never expect an orderly schedule since the heaps of schoolwork I am assigned eats away at my free time.

And with that I must take my leave. Until we meet again on another chapter.