Prologue
"There's a day when all hearts will be broken
When a shadow will cast out the light
And our eyes cry a million tears:
Help won't arrive…."
I May Fall - RWBY Soundtrack.
I always was a really happy kid, the jester, the joker, the one that was always around when you needed a laugh. So, really, when my parents died it came out of nowhere. One day, they were there, then the next they were gone. I know I shattered, at the time I felt myself break, I was lost, to the extent that, the day of their funeral, I couldn't step out of the house, I grieved, I wept like a newborn child, I mourned, and yet so did the day come when they were lowered into the ground.
The clan my father belonged too fought for the massive inheritance I was in line to receive amongst themselves. Almost everything was taken. In the end over 95% of all assets were split amongst the whole clan before I was excommunicated, the reason being that after all, my father had married my mother despite the advice given him to the contrary by the clan elders.
I was shipped off to live with my maternal grandparents as none of my paternal family would take me in. Onward was I sent from the State of Texas to the region known as New England and within to the state by the name of New Hampshire to live within the city known as Brockton Bay. Considered the home of the Protectorate ENE and yet the city was famous for its high villain population.
Yet it was alive in in ways I had not seen in my travels around the world with my deceased parents, from the upper class downtown to the lower class docks though you could see that the city was dying, you could see all the inhabitants going through their day to day lives with a grim determination to live and get through the next day.
The fights between capes uncommon and short lived in most other cities were so common here that they had routines and procedures on what to do if you were caught in one. Grandpa Rob and Grandma may have helped show me what to do and explained all the nuances to living in a city like this one.
The people here went about their own business because you never knew if the person you spoke to belonged to one organization or the other thereby reducing trust within the city. My grandparents were solid middle-class workers thus we lived just south of downtown in an average two-story house. While I was registered for school in Arcadia to transfer into the ninth grade.
Living with my grandparents healed me in ways I never would have thought possible. When your life's turned upside down at the tender age of fourteen years old though you gain perspective as to what the people around you give to you. Sanity, Sanctity and Security all three given to me by people who only saw me at my birth thus that is why I grew to love them more than I loved myself.
In the end though nothing, prevents one of the horsemen from taking his prey, thus when my Grandpa Rob kicked the bucket in a cape fight I couldn't help it I was feeling so hopeless and powerless, then I blacked out for like four minutes and when I woke up everything was glowing. On that sad day I triggered and got powers of my own.
Thus, began a tale of battles won yet battles lost, of victory achieved, no matter the cost and thus did stories of my power spread throughout the world. Tales of battles against Endbringers, fights against villains, duels against heroes and all who knew of me learned to fear the name of The Rogue.