A/N: Apologies for the earlier confusion with this FF. There was a strange bug in the system and this whole chapter was filled with coding. I went back and edited it all out. I knew what the problem was, though. I don't see it happening again in the foreseeable future. Once again, my apologies.

- Silas Dane

If you found out one day that you were the child of a god, what would you think? Wouldn't you freak out? Now here's another twist. That god, who also is your father, turns out to be the God of the Grimm, Amerys. Also take into account that the Grimm has been and always will be humanity's greatest threat. You are also a half breed. Human and Grimm. What would you think? Normal people would think that's crazy and the result of a crazy imagination. The only half breeds are the Faunus.

Well, they're not the only half breeds. I'm also a "half breed". My father is the God of the Grimm. My mother was a human who died while giving birth to me. My name is Yang Xiao Long.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" I growled.

There's animal cruelty, and then there's just animal cruelty. This was one of those occasions. On a cold evening with the sun just now descending behind the horizon, a group of three guys were in a park near the corner of a wire fence. Cowering in the corner was a small helpless puppy. And one of these guys, somewhere around my age, sixteen; was shooting a BB gun at the dog.

"Beat it, blondie. This is none of your business." The guy with the gun said.

I kicked the kickstand on Bumblebee down and approached them. "What the heck did that puppy ever do to you?"

"Before I could even take the fifth step a BB had flown by my face, through my long hair and impacted against the Play Safe sign. A single strand of my hair fell to the ground as a result of the BB.

"I said, beat it. Or else I'll-"

That was all he had the chance to say. The vibrations from my punch to his face traveled through my right hand and arm, then throughout the rest of my body. In the next split-second he was on the floor. His two goons then tried to tackle me and were met with knee strikes to the gut and hooks to the jaw.

A BB then shattered on my shoulder, the pain jolting from the spot. A few more hit my left thigh and my lower abdomen. I grimaced as the guy with the gun tried shooting an empty gun. Hearing the gun click, I charged and kicked him hard on the temple. He was unconscious the next second.

His other two goons saw what happened and ran away in fear, screaming, "Monster!"

"Monster? . . . You're the ones terrorizing this poor puppy . . . Shoot . . . " I groaned and grimaced as I saw small drops of blood seeping from the small cuts the BB's caused. "I'm not going to hear the end of it from dad if he sees this . . . "

I stiffened slightly, feeling a furry sensation against the skin on my right leg. It was that puppy, nuzzling its face against me. Seeing those big tear-moistened eyes made my heart melt. I knelt down and gently petted it on the head, to which it responded very fondly to.

"We showed them who's boss, huh?~" I giggled as the puppy responded with a lick to my cheek. "You know what? I'm going to keep you! What do you think?" A bark of confirmation was all I needed to hear. I grinned and carried the puppy home in my backpack, forgetting the conflict that just happened a few moments ago. I started Bumblebee and revved home.

"Seriously? Again?"

"Ouch! Easy on the dabbing, Sun!" I winced as hydrogen peroxide was applied to my cuts.

"Shut up, don't be a wimp." Sun smirked as he pressed the disinfectant-soaked cotton ball a bit harder against the cut as a joke.

"Ow! I swear, if you do that on purpose again, I will kill you." I hissed, but then we both started chuckling.

This is Sun Wukong. He's my adopted older brother and best friend. Which is why he can get away with saying anything he wants to me. He's a Faunus whom dad adopted when he was eight years old. I was only six then. He used to have a hard time trusting me because I was Human and he was Faunus. But over time as we warmed up to each other, we became the best of friends. A golden monkey tail extended from behind him, which I feel it matches him perfectly: a monkey-brained brother.

"Love you too, sis." He winked and began to apply ointment and gauze and bandage the cuts.

We were sitting in my room while he patched me up. I live in a manor with both my dad and my brother, and all the people who work in it. The manor was three stories tall and filled with just about anything you can think of as luxury. Yeah, my dad is the current Guardian for about eighteen years now. A Guardian is someone chosen by the leaders of Remnant to be the Elite Huntsman over all of the Huntsmen in Remnant.

"Why did you bring the dog home?" Sun asked.

"Well obviously it needed a home."

"You could've given him to an animal shelter."

I sighed. "Okay, I wanted to keep him."

He scoffed in disbelief. "Since when could you take care of anything?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I smirked.

"You're going to forget about that poor dog the next day. It would be better if-"

"I will not!" My outburst awakened the puppy sleeping inside the small basket with a cushion to lay on. I had placed it in my room earlier for the puppy.

He climbed out and came over to me and I held him on my lap. "My dummy brother thinks I can't take care of you. You think I can take care of you, right?~" The lick to the cheek sealed the agreement.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" Sun asked, putting away the first-aid kit.

"Hm . . . How about Zwei?" I squealed in glee when the puppy barked in agreement. "Zwei will be his new name~"

"Lame."

"Shut up."

Sun chuckled before exiting my room. "Alright, I'm going to bed. Night little sis, love ya."

"Yeah, yeah~" I rolled my eyes as he closed the door. Then I laid back on my bed, exhausted.

Zwei crawled out of my arms and back to the basket, finding a comfortable position before laying down on the cushion, yawning.

"You and me both." I winked at Zwei before getting up again to change into appropriate night clothes: a tank top and semi-loose shorts, then hopped back into bed. With the press of a button on the small controller on my nightstand, the lights turned off.

"Ugh . . . This is so lame, dad." I complained while scrubbing the floor of the ballroom. And I had a right to complain! The floor was huge! The sunlight bled through the tall glass windows and into the enormous ballroom, emphasizing how large it was.

"Then you should stop getting into fights with other people. It's that simple."

"They started it-"

"I don't care who started it. Violence is not the answer, Yang. You should know this, idiot."

This is my dad, Taiyang Xiao Long. He likes to be called Tai, but I call him dad anyways. Really, he's not always like this. He's a lot more weird. He once threw me off a cliff into deep water to teach me how to swim . . . I definitely know how to swim now, but I was angry for a while after that near-death experience.

"Can't I do something else as punishment?" I asked.

"Well, the toilets do need some scrubbing-"

"I'm good. I'll scrub this floor . . . " I sighed in defeat.

He chuckled. "That's my girl."

There were some nearby female housekeepers dusting off various furniture. At the far left end of the ballroom was a lounge area. Built into the wall was a chimney. There was already a small fire inside the fireplace. Dad and I both could barely hear what they were saying.

"Does Yang do anything else but fight and stay home?"

"No, she dropped out of middle school and doesn't have a job.

"What a spoiled child. She's definitely nothing like her brother."

"I know, right? He's so handsome and such a hard worker. I hear he's a professor and combat instructor at Beacon Academy."

"And all Yang does is slander both her brother and her father's reputation."

"If she's lucky, she might be able to at least grab a job as a model. Her appearance is all she has going for her."

As they kept speaking about me, without realizing I could hear them, I tried my best to ignore them. Their words really cut deep and I couldn't help but grit my teeth in frustration.

"She brought in a dog just last night."

"That poor thing, it won't last a few days under her care."

"She should have given it to an animal shelter."

"But those places are not good for pets."

"It's better than being here, watched by someone like Yang."

"You do have a point-"

"Shut up!" I growled.

Suddenly, the small fire in the chimney ignited into a larger flame that shot out, stretching as far as the middle of the ballroom for a brief two seconds, barely mission the maids cleaning that area.

Everyone froze in shock, including me. Except for dad.

"Holy crap! Did someone leave a Dust crystal in the chimney?!" Dad exclaimed and ran over to the fireplace.

Upon examination, there was an actual Dust crystal lodged in there. Dad grabbed the metal tongs nearby and plucked it out of there. It definitely was the kind that reacted to flames and was combustible. But I had never seen a reaction that severe.

"Who left this in here?" Dad questioned the housekeepers. "This is extremely combustible when near flames."

The keepers all bowed and apologized. "Apologies, sir! But none of us left a Dust crystal in there."

He frankly gave them an assuring look. "I believe you, but please make sure to clean more thoroughly in the future. Don't want the house blowing up and all."

"Of course, sir." They all bowed again and continued cleaning.

Dad returned to where I was, tossing the Dust crystal up and down like it was a ball. "Whoo! That was pretty scary, huh?" He winked.

"No kidding." I sighed. "Can I do this later? I need to go take Zwei out for a walk."

He chuckled. "Trying to get out of it?"

"No~ Zwei just needs to go on a walk. I looked up online on how to take care of a dog."

"Alright, fine. Go ahead."

Before I could go though, he stopped me again. "Take this." He handed me a flier for a job opening at the local grocery store about a half-mile away from the manor. I knew this store really well.

"Dad, I'm not going to-"

"I'm not asking you to go apply." He interrupted. "I'm asking you to consider."

Then he came closer and held me by my shoulders and looked down into my eyes, it was kind of uncomfortable. It was as if he could see into my soul. "Yang, you are my daughter and I love you. I want you to be self-reliant because I know it will benefit you. You have all these talents that I've seen in the past sixteen years and I want to let you know that you may not be like your brother, but you are Yang Xiao Long. I only want the best for you."

I was taken aback. It was rare for dad to speak like this. I was so caught off guard, I didn't realize I had nodded and accepted.

But he smiled reassuringly and pulled me into his typical suffocating hug. "You'll do great. And I know that you can take care of Zwei, don't listen to the others."

I wriggled out of his strong hug and took a breath of life before saying something.

"Gosh, you're crazy . . . But I'll try."

"That's my girl." He smirked. "Now go break a leg."

I rolled my eyes and returned a smile. "Okay, thanks dad." I ran up the two flights of stairs to the third floor to my room. After getting dressed and getting Zwei, I left the manor.

Tai

Gordon, the manor's butler, approached me after Yang left the front gates with Zwei, waving before she disappeared around the tall hedges.

"Master," he said, "do you think her powers have awakened?"

"Get out of my head, Gordon." I replied jokingly, then frowned. "But there's only one way to find out."

Gordon held out the large dungeon-like key to me for the basement of the manor.

I smirked. "You always know what I'm going to request."

Gordon bowed slightly. "I'm just your servant, master."

I patted him on the shoulder and entered the manor again. "Continue with your duties."

"As you wish, master."

My room was on the first floor, and for good reason. Inside my room, behind a large bookshelf was a door that led to an underground basement.

The door creaked as it opened inward. I grabbed a flashlight and descended the stairs to a room that was locked. I inserted the key, turned it to the right and the lock clicked open. Inside the room was a puzzle-locked chest the size of a large dictionary.

Sliding the pieces into their right place, the lock clicked and the box opened. Inside were two golden modified gauntlets with empty Dust round chambers and a necklace with a special purple gem on it. Surrounding these gauntlets were white Dust crystals. There were originally sixteen that were placed in the chest for the purpose of sealing away an inherited power. Now there was only one. And it was cracking.

I shook my head. "I was afraid of this . . . "