Hello world! This is the first ever fanfic I've ever wrote in my life. I'm a high school senior who's been using the website for a couple of years. I'm not going to lie, I just need an output to release some of the creative juices that I have been thinking for a while. I'm not really sure how this story will end up, but I guess we'll see depending on the what ya'll think about this. Okay enough blabbering! Lets get to the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY

Prologue:

"Surprise!"

A crackle of blue and white confetti filled the air and scattered across the brightly lit room. The walls were decorated with party streamers and a large banner with the words painted "Happy 12th Birthday Alan". Presents were scattered about in many different shapes and sizes.

A crowd of people with varying degrees of ages were all gathered in the center of the room facing the entrance. At the entrance stood a young boy with black hair and blue eyes who was in pure utter surprise. His mouth stood a gaped as his eyes registered the situation, but slowly turned into pure delight.

"Guys are you serious? You didn't have to throw a surprise party" the boy said.

"Alan!" A black haired middle aged woman approached and smacked the boy across the head, "you could at least say thank you for throwing you a party." This woman went by the name of Layla Stark. Layla is a sweet and kind soul, but when you piss her off, she's got a temper that can match even the spiciest of peppers. Like Alan, she had a blue eyes that were as enchanting as the Northern Lights of Atlas. But those so called beautiful eyes were now trying to bore holes on her son's face.

"Now, now honey. No need to whack the kid...especially in front of the guest..." a gruff voice came closer to the pair. This only seem to lessen the glare though.

Alan was taken aback at the sound of this rough voice and turned to a man with brown hair and red eyes. He had a slight build to his body and wore a tattered black cloak around his figure. The man's lips curved into a small grin at the sight of the boys surprise.

"Dad? I thought you were on a mission!"

"And miss my boy's birthday?" the man's glint in his eyes just seemed to melt Alan's rush of inquiries into nothing. "Besides, I finished my mission early so I can get back to Atlas. It was just a simple escort mission in Vale. Although I did get this pretty cool scar protecting that merchant from a Deathstalker." The man chuckled as he lifted his under shirt to show a grotesque cut that went across from his left pectoral to his right lower abdominals.

"Oh sweet Dad, you have to tell me what happened! How did you kill it? Did you use your semblance? How many hits did it get on you?" Alan was brimming with questions until his smile widen then turned into a smug grin. "Oh wait, I bet you got your ass kicked for a bit until you got a lucky opening to kill the thing" he stated in a matter- of- factly tone.

The man's eyes narrowed and glared at the boy. "I'm going to pretend that you didn't say that".

"Boys! We have a party to get to" Layla's voice broke the little staring contest between the two. " Alan don't be a jackass and go greet the guest" Alan's father looked triumphant and stuck his tongue as Alan was being nagged at, "and you Mister Huntsman" Layla turned to her husband. "I'm going to have a little talk with you about not saying goodbye before you leave for your mission, Oliver." An audible gulp can be heard across the room as the man was dragged by his ear out of the room. Oliver Stark was not afraid of many things, but his wife isn't just any other person. After all, she was a retired huntress with years of experience.

As the parents left, Alan approached his guests to chat up with and celebrate his birthday.

Alan couldn't believe how many people came to celebrate his birthday. Fifteen people came to congratulate him on his coming of age. Next to the food table, there he saw friends from his private school that he attends. Next to the fireplace, he saw neighbors and close family friends idly chatting about various topics. But the one person who caught his eyes was sitting on a chair in the center of the room talking to one of his neighbors. Glynda Goodwitch, the god mother of Alan Stark.

Glynda was a beautiful woman with pale skin and light blond hair. She had green eyes with spectacles resting on top of her nose. She wore a black long sleeved dress that turns white towards the upper part of her body and black stockings covering her long legs. Her most prominent feature of her attire was her tattered black and purple cape. Just like his parents, Glynda too was a huntress.

"Aunt Glynda! You're here too?" Alan was genuinely shocked at his Aunt's presence.

The blond woman turned to see the boy run up to her and give her a bone crushing hug. "Alan its great to see you" she said wincing at the painful act of affection. " I couldn't miss your birthday, what kind of god mother would I be? Besides, even though we aren't related, your mom would of killed me if I skipped this."

Glynda wasn't related to Alan and the Stark Family. None of them shared a single drop of blood and yet, Glynda is the closest family member the Starks have. Apparently back in the old days, my parents and her were teammates back in Beacon. Their team and some other team by the name of STRQ were the top dogs of the campus. Alan believed this because knowing his mother, she'd would have done anything to be the top huntress of the campus. Training with her must have been a nightmare for my dad and Glynda.

"Wait, but today is a Thursday, don't you teach classes back at Beacon?"

The blond woman let out a frustrated sighed "apparently Headmaster Ozpin thinks that I need a small break. He's on board with the idea that I should take the week off and spend time with you and your family. He banned me from stepping foot on Beacon until tomorrow. I'll be spending the day with you guys and be flying back late at night. I have a lot of paperwork to get back to."

"Well either way, I'm glad you made it to my birthday" Alan said with a real smile to his face. He loved his god mother. She was a kind woman and was a definite contrast to his crazy nagging mother.

"That reminds me. Here, I have a gift for you" Glynda took out a small rectangular box wrapped with silver paper and a shiny red bow on the top.

"Thanks Aunt Glynda!" Alan stared at the the box, slightly hesitant wondering if it would be rude to open the box now and there.

"Don't worry, just open it. I want to see your face when you see it."

Without a second thought, Alan ripped open the silver paper and open the box. A slight gasped came to Alan's mouth as he took out his gift. It was a brand new knife with a decent blade length. The blade was as black as obsidian, but had a brilliant luster to it when light hit the blade. The hilt of the dagger was black, but was matted compared to the blade itself. It was diamond shaped with jagged lines etched onto its surface The handle had a nice feel to it. It had a dark grey wrap around it making it comfortable. The shape of the hilt was slightly curved and edgy giving an ergonomic and modern look to the knife.

"I paid one of my students back at Beacon to make this. I'm not exactly good at forging weapons, after all my weapon is a magic wand", the woman smiled at her own little joke, "anyways, I hope you like it. You're twelve now and next year you'll start training to be a hunter at one of the beginner level schools. If you are anything like your parents, you'' be one hell of a huntsman."

"I don't know what to say Aunt Glynda" the boy could feel some tears forcing its way towards his eyes," this is so kind of you, thank you so much."

"Don't worry about it, to be honest you should be thanking my student. Took him three whole days to make it" the woman said as she wrapped the boy in her arms. "Although I'm sorry to say, but you will have to find someone else to teach you how to use the knife because I have no idea how to use one. Although, I do know that this knife has a tiny dust cartridge where you can put any type of dust in."

" Woah are you serious? That's so cool!" Alan's attention when back to the knife. His eyes landed on a tiny button near the top of his handle right below the hilt. Putting his finger on the button and pressing it lightly, a small clip popped out and slid from the bottom of his handle. It's as labeled and said that it can fit 25 milliliters of dust in it.

" Now be sure to use crushed dust for the clip. Using crushed dust instead of cut dust will give you the maximum amount of efficiency for the knifes dust potential."

"Thank you Aunt Glynda, I'm going to treasure this forever."

"Just remember I love you Alan, you're going to be a great huntsman and I'll be here with you all the way. Now enjoy the rest of your party, I see your friends are dying to talk to you."

With those words, Alan gave his god mother one last hug before scampering off to play with the other kids of the party.

The party went very smoothly and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Alan greeted all the adults in the party and hung out with all the kids. Finally the cake was brought out with twelve lit candles on the top. Everyone sung Alan "Happy Birthday" and rejoiced as the song came to a close. Even his parents were back in the room, although Oliver Stark didn't seem too pleased with the red hand print on his swollen right cheek. The party was still a success.

But all good things must come to an end at some point.

The party slowly came to a conclusion around midnight. The guests slowly started to diminish when they realized how late it was getting. One by one, each guest left after giving Alan their best wishes and goodbyes. All that was left was Alan, his parents and Glynda.

The room was a mess, littered with confetti and wrapping paper. Random presents and dirty paper plates were strewn across the floor. Cleaning up would be a nightmare. It's a good thing that the Beacon teacher had a telekinetic semblance. With a flick of her wand, she used her powers to bring order to the room. Presents were gathered on one table, confetti, wrapping paper and plates were tossed into the the garbage can. Even the large banner was taken down and folded up and rested on one of the chairs.

"Thank you so much Glynda. It would have been a nightmare cleaning this up!" Alan's mother stated jubilantly.

"It's not a problem Layla. Knowing these two pigs, they wouldn't have helped you one bit" scoffed Glynda"

"Hey!" two men shot back at the insult.

"Anyways. I have a flight to catch. I'm a busy woman who has to deal with hundreds of huntsmen in training" Glynda stated with a hint of sadness to her eyes. "I really did enjoy my time here at Atlas.

"It was great to have you here Glynda, We're so glad to see you again, even if it was for a short time." Oliver hugged the witch.

"Yes it was great seeing you Glynda, teach those kids how to be fine young huntsmen, my friend" Layla said also enveloping the teacher in a hug. "Tell Ozpin that I think you should have more days off."

"I will do no such thing" Glynda said with a deadpanned expression, "I trust that man with my life, but sometimes I question his idiotic decisions. I mean, he did put us in a team" Glynda chuckled as Layla punched her lightly in the shoulder muttering something about not being that bad. Finally Glynda turned to the boy to her left.

"Alan it was great seeing you. Remember what I told you. You'll be a great huntsman." Glynda ruffled Alan's soft black hair.

"I won't forget Aunt Glynda. I'll be the greatest huntsman in the world!" Alan proclaimed raising his finger to the sky, "nothing will stop me!" The three adults gave a hearty laugh as they see Alan wave his knife around pretending to cut down invisible enemies.

And with her goodbyes all done, Glynda finally left the Stark residents.

"Alan, before you go to bed, your mother and I wanted to give you your birthday gift. Come over here." Alan's father ordered.

In the midst of all the events that transpired, Alan completely forgot that his parents haven't given him anything yet. With an excited jump, Alan raced towards the direction of his standing parents.

"Now son, I'm going to make sure you stand still, this might feel uncomfortable, but you have to promise me that you'll try to keep still." his mother looked at him with a serious gaze.

"Okay?" Alan was now curious. What could his parents give him? There's nothing in their hands, so it's not some solid gift. "What could it be?" he thought to himself.

With that, Layla positioned herself by kneeling to the left of Alan and held his hand while Oliver knelt right in front of him with a thumb resting on his forehead and the rest of his hand lightly on top of his hair.

"What are you doing-"

"Shhhh it's okay, you're about to find out" Layla whispered.

At that moment, Oliver Stark's eyes opened showing his glowing red irises. As his eyes glowed red, Oliver himself was slowly enveloped by a dark red light. Finally after seconds of glowing, Oliver began his chant.

"For it is our resilience that we keep fighting. Though it will be dark and light that will conflict within ourselves, we will do nothing but protect our people who are destined to lead. Accept this offering to become something greater. I release your soul, and by my hand, I enlighten thee."

A wave of pressure surrounded Alan forcing him to gasp. Slowly but surely this pressure was turned into a small wave of comfort. Black and red sparks emanated from Alan's body. Alan had felt nothing like this before. It's as if a great power just fell onto him completely shrouding his body with a thin barrier of some sort. "What did you do dad?"

" I just unlocked your aura son. If you want to be a huntsman like your parents, you got to have aura."

"What's Aura?" Alan stared blankly at his parents.

" You dumbass, don't you pay attention in school?" Layla scolded

"You little-"

"Aura-" Oliver decided to interrupt before Layla started to nag for the third time of that day "- is the manifestation of our soul"

"Uh... you know, it's your soul that has been released and now it protects you from physical damages"

"Ugh, it's like that forcefield from that stupid game you play everyday."

"Oh why didn't you say that in the first place?" Alan finally stated.

After face-palming at their son's stupidity, Oliver and Layla dismissed their son to go to bed.

"Did you sense that aura, Oliver?" Layla finally said as Alan left to go upstairs.

" I know it was a lot of aura, more aura than the both of us when we attended Beacon." Oliver remarked

"He's going to be a large target for Nolan if he gets out of prison." Layla's face darkened as soon as she said that.

"Honey relax, Nolan has been in prison for a long time. I made sure that he'll spend the the rest of his life in the sub freezing temperatures of Mantle's Correctional Institution."

" I know Oliver, but you know your ancestry is an issue. If Nolan finds out about who Alan is and his aura, he'll-" Layla froze in horror at the sight infront of her.

In front of her stood a tall blond man with a sinister smile plastered on his face. He wore a thin orange rag of a prison uniform that was stained with blood and almost ripped to shreds. Even his thick beard looked a mess for it was covered in fresh blood. He held a curvy sword full of scratches and chips along the blade. Giant holes adorned the center of the blade that provided lightness for quick successful kills. He brought the battered blade to his mouth and licked the blood clean off the blade.

"I'm sorry what was that sweet Layla? I'll do what to your poor boy" the scraggly man said with a disgustingly acidic voice?"

Oliver turned to see the man that Layla was looking at. "Nolan, but how-".

"Shhhhhh" the supposed Nolan hushed "don't worry about the details Ollie my boy. We have a lot to talk about. Why don't you take a seat, it'll be a lot more comfortable as I rip you two to shreds and gut til you choke on your own blood" Nolan said raising his voice. "And don't worry about the boy, I'll leave him be for now. It'll be a lot more enjoyable for him to remember the day his two pathetic excuses of parents were violently slaughtered."

With one swift movement Nolan lunged at the couple.

A loud crash and a high pitched scream echoed within the Stark household. The sounds of yelling and and fighting slowly came to an end after several minutes. Now it was just dead silence.

Alan has been awake during the whole ordeal. Although he couldn't hear what the voices were saying , he can confirm that he heard three voices. Two of those voices were from his mom and dad, but the third voice was an enigma to Alan. Then loud crashes and screams filled the the house causing Alan to cower under his sheets. Alan had his newly sharpened knife in his hand ready if some perpetrator decides to come visit him. But silence came for several minutes. Alan couldn't hear the fighting anymore. No screaming. No voices. Not a single thing was heard.

"I have to check on my parents, they probably chased the guy out of the house." Alan said to himself.

Slowly opening the door, he reached the stairs and started his descent to the scene of the crime. As eyes adjusted in the darkness he could see vases and family pictures shattered and left spread across the floor. Finally, as he reaches the last step, he sees a trail of crimson liquid trail that led from the living room, to the now wide open front door. Realization struck the boy that this trail is a blood trail.

Alan steadily made his way for the living room only to have aghast face spread across his face. There lay his two parents on the ground who are bleeding out profusely. Alan ran to his father and mother with tears building up.

"Mom! Dad!" Alan choked out "What the hell happened?"

Oliver Stark's eyes fluttered open and slowly took Alan's hand "Al, you have to listen to me. This is important, so don't space out on me."

"Yes dad of course, should I call the police first?"

"No there isn't much time! Dammit" Oliver raised his voice but then relaxed "Al listen, you need to run away. Get away from Atlas. You need to get off the grid. No one must know where you are. There's a man by the name of Nolan Blut who will be looking for you. Don't give him a chance because he'll kill you if he sees you. Look at us, we were wasted and he's just one man. There's a safe under my desk. In there is enough money for you for a lifetime, we were saving that for your school and our retirement. the code is 47 62 12. I unlocked your aura, now you have to find a way to get stronger. Become a fighter and protector for those in need. Just like the Starks back in the day, you'll rise up to the challenge. When Nolan comes back, you're going to kill his ass. Be strong Alan."

"Dad save your breath. It's ok, we'll get through this." Alan croaked.

"Alan, I said it's too late. It's time that you be a man. I'm sorry I never really had the chance to say this, but I'm proud of the man you've become. You're an honest soul with a strong heart of conviction. You have the Stark blood running in your veins." Oliver's breathing started to get even slower " Remember what I said, no one must know where you are and you must be strong. I'm on my last dying breath. Go to your mother right now, my life is coming to an end. I love you Al."

Oliver Stark's heartbeats finally came to a halt.

Alan sobbed uncontrollably. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Why was this happening to him he wondered. How could this man do this? What is happening right now? What god or gods would allow this to happen? Alan's existential crisis was put to a pause for a moment when a quiet cough was made audible in the room. Alan turned to see his mothered with trickles of tears coming down hear cheeks.

"Mom! Why is this happening?" Alan cried out.

"I think your dumbass father explained that to you already" she whispered with a soft smile on her face "although i wish he didn't take his time talking to you, after all your mother needs some attention too."

"Mom I'm so sorry. I'm going to avenge you both. I'm going to kill this Nolan Blut!" Alan seethed with more tears spilling into the floor.

"Shhhhh let's not talk about him right now. Just listen to me." she took a breath "My dear baby boy, oh how your grown so much. I'm so sorry you have to go through this right now. I'm sorry I won't be there when you graduate or when you find your first girlfriend. I'm sorry I won't get to play with your future kids. It breaks my heart knowing that you'll go through a long road of sadness and loneliness for awhile. I'm such a terrible mother." she choked out.

" Mom please don't-"

"It's okay now... I'm going to be with you the entire journey. Sure you won't see me, but I'll be watching you grow up into a handsome young man. A word of advice, if you like a girl, don't act like a jackass to her. Remember she's the one who'll be putting up with you." Layla chuckled lightly.

"Mom please don't leave me."

"Shhhh I told you, it's okay now. Go be the huntsman we always dreamed you'd become. Goodbye my son. I love you."

Layla Stark's heartbeat had also finally came to a halt.

It was a dark night for Alan Stark. The now orphaned child was all alone with the burden of facing a psychopath and becoming a hunter his parents have always dreamed him to be. No more would there be a warm and loving home to come to. No more warm meals prepared by a mother. No more father to joke around with. No more happy family to love and embrace.

All good things come to an end.

Author's Notes:

Okay what do y'all think? Is my writing that shit? In my opinion it feels a bit rushed and I could use some work on the dialogue, but hey that's just my opinion. If you guys want a continuation, shoot me a review with some constructive criticism. I'd really appreciate it, after all I'm just a lonely high school senior who's got nothing better to do :p