Author's Note: Finally, after a two year hiatus, I have returned with a new story specifically in the RWBY verse. A lot has happened in the time of my abscence form writing any stories. Yes, I am well aware there are still some stories that have yet to be completed and I will get back to those, but because of how long it's been I needed a story to pick my writing grove backup, and that's where the idea of this RWBY story came into mind.

Chapter 1:

Devan Grace

Remnant.

My mother would tell me stories about the world. A never ending cycle where civilization grown and fallen for mankind's wrongdoings, but only four had withstood the test of time. Vacuo, Atlas, Misteral, and Vale. These kingdoms with the help of human tenacity were proven that they had what it took to survive. Each kingdom contained a council to serve the people and their needs. Some maintained a military presence as an importance to be prepared, and others would call on its citizens when needed. There were certain people who sought to venture off beyond the kingdoms into smaller villages, and due to this they held a tendency to vanish overnight. Even so, the four kingdoms were built as safe havens from the Grimm - creatures who set their sights on the destruction of mankind. Those who dedicated a cause in slaying these creatures were Huntsmen and Huntresses. Elite warriors who would live and die to protect the lifestyle humanity had grown accustomed to. Each one had come from the establishment of institutions after the end of The Great War. The world. The Grims. Huntsmen and Huntresses. They've all had to have come from somewhere. Including a large island, off the coast from the city of Vale, in a two story log cabin where I had wrapped myself in a cocoon of a soft cotton blanket as wind breezed through the open window. I could've just laid there for hours on end in peace just like the world itself. If not for a single turn where my body onto the carpet floor.

"Ow!" I held onto the counter to pick myself up with one hand, and used the other to rub my eyes before I glanced at the azure color iris through the mirror.

"Devan, it's almost time for Signal." Mother said.

The clock was forty-five minutes till seven-thirty, "Be there in a second."

If by second meant fifteen minutes to get ready then yes. Which included taking a shower and brushing my teeth. I slipped my light blue jacket over a white shirt that contained a picture of a silhouette huntsman with a sword, and a pair of denim jeans. Then closed the door behind as I walked down the steps into the kitchen. There was a Pumpkin Pete's cereal box with the jug of milk on the table alongside a glass see through bowl and spoon inside. One of the few things I'd when on a time crunch, and luckily it wasn't long before I waited by the dark red couch with a black backpack next to me. My mother stepped out from the bedroom in a dark green and orange dress with black boots. Her dark brown hair glowed with her light brown eyes and fair skin.

"All set to go?" She asked.

I nodded with a smile, "You bet!"

The moment we walked out from the door she placed a lock over it, and secured the key in her pocket. "Are you excited about today?"

"Ofcourse I finally get the chance to forge my own weapon." My hand curled into a fist as blood rushed through my veins, "The greatest the world's ever seen"

Mother cackled, "Goodluck outdoing Serenity & Eclipse." as she pulled out two blades attached to a case on her back. The rear end of blade was black while the top was pure white of the first sword, and the rear end of the second blade was white while the top was pure black. The hilt of the sword in her left hand was black with two black metallic handles while the hilt of the sword in her right hand was white with two white handles on the top and bottom corners which allowed her to maintain a grip around it. One click on the circular edge brought the two handles together while the blade slightly shifted back as it released the trigger button with small barrel around it.

"Twin blades that can transform into pistols I can definitely make something far superior!" I continued with a grin before a bunk on the head came my way, "Ow jeez what was that for?"

She held the pistols towards me before they converted back into swords, "The weapon's power is not what defines you as a huntsman. It's sole purpose designed as an extension of you and you alone, Devan." and decapitated the heads of two Ursas that charged behind me before she placed the sword back, "Always remember that."

"I will, thanks mom!" I answered with my hands behind my head as she smiled until it faded from the screech of a black bird with red eyes as it soared through the skies on our way. "Mom MOM!" I tapped her shoulder a couple times before she looked back at me, "Is everything okay?"

Sweat dropped from her face, "Yeah.. Everything is just fine." before her eyes drifted back towards the bird and me, "Let's go."

It wasn't the first time I saw my mother with that particular glance, and somehow I knew Dad was involved. I remembered during a vacation visit in Mistral he was tasked with an important mission from one of the headmasters. I couldn't remember his looks when he came to visit dad with Uncle Vik, but the only thing that's ever came to mind about him was a long silver cane with a gray-black square shaped shaft. That was the only other time I saw mother with the same gaze as she did, and little did I realize that was last time I ever got to see her again. A simple smile from her face with a "Have a great day, honey." as I waved back, "You too mom!" before the academy doors closed.

It's already been four years, and now here I am staring off at the ocean from the window of an airship. For a moment I catch a mirage of my image now. Slightly long, but neat black hair. The azure color from my eyes. A dark blue cotton jacket over a black t-shirt with a pair of denim jeans. A black metallic hilt conceals the blade inside a turquoise metal sheath clipping around the left side of my pants. One single touch on it reminds me of you, and my time at Signal.

I wanna say it feels kinda weird going to a place without knowing anyone since my friends are going to different institutions. Except, the girl across from me in the black dress with red trims makes a comment about, "I don't want to be the bee's knees, okay? I don't wanna be any kind of knees.. I just wanna be a normal girl with normal knees."

She's been talking with the blondie in the tan jacket for a while now. Not that I eavesdrop on conversations these days let alone from girls, but just hearing a similar opinion from someone makes me feel a lot better. That is if not for the one guy with messy blonde hair groaning as he runs towards the back of the ship. I don't even imagine what happens next after the girl says, "Oh Yang, gross! you've got puke on your shoes." The rays from the sun shines towards the mirror as I and many others look towards school in the distance as the ship approaches the cliffside. I can't help, but gaze at the large tower emanating green spheres standing behind the academic building.

Just like you said many years ago. "A huntsman and huntress always start from somewhere" and I can't wait to see what Beacon Academy has in store for me.


Been a big fan of the series since the premiere of the first episode back in 2013, and when it came to the initial ideas for writing the first chapter I knew that it would be similar to Episode 1 in terms of the setting and character focus. However, the important part for me was the tone, and what kind of character Devan Grace was in comparison to how Ruby was brought about in the series. I also thought it would be neat to sprinkle in some moments from the first episode, and also showcase Devan's side of things in the story in conjunction to the series proper.