Author's Note: Hello readers, to those of you who read my other fanfiction about RWBY, thank you. However, I couldn't find the inspiration to continue so while I will be updating it, expect chapters at a much slower rate, maybe once every one or two months. I'm putting it on the back-burner to write this one, so once again apologies to those who were looking forward to that one.
It was a peaceful place once, the empire. It began as any other kingdom would have, a king emerging from the common people and leading them onto a path full of potential and most importantly peace.
At least, the first of the rulers did. Under him the lands flourished, expanded, grew. But eventually all good things have to end, after his death his son took up the throne, still ruling well but a bit more cutthroat around the edges. He took shadier deals, consolidated darker powers, ruled more savagely. The first emperor's descendants continued down this darker path, leaving the one laid down by the first and creating their own darker path.
One by one and little by little, each of the empire's rulers' took their kingdom down this path leading it down towards it's eventual demise.
Soon, it reached a breaking point, a place where people could take it no longer.
They formed an army, a Revolutionary army, to set it back on this peaceful path.
Night Raid was created from the shadows to kill demons in the light.
For all intents and purposes, the rebellion should have been crushed, it's base of operation destroyed, and it's leaders hanged. It shouldn't have been able to fight against the Empire's near limitless resources and might.
So how did it survive? The answer is simple, a young man named Tatsumi.