Warning: First RWBY Fanfic. Be Warned!
We are not legends because of who we are, we are legends because of the deeds we have done to deserve such a title...
There is a story...
About a king...
A kind-hearted king who served his kingdom with peace and prosperity... This king had a Sword... A sword that he always brought into battle alongside him... Their is no name for the weapon... But the king fought with this sword and survived some of the greatest battles in our history...
Finally...
Years passed...
And the king was now old of age... saddened by the fact of death... He had no successor to his sword or the throne... He had little time left to live...
On the last of his days... he went to the church... and prayed for life to his homeland to continue on free and peaceful... And he left his precious sword depend into a stone... hoping one day... a new king would emerge...
That next day... the king passed on to the afterlife...
For years... many tried to pull the blade out... but they all failed... and as time passed, they forgot about the weapon... and the kingdom fell... into an age... a dark age.
(Present Day)
And so, 100 years have passed. All the peace in this land, is now gone.
The moon shines on the sword. Outside the church's courtyard, A young boy looks and the sword, still stuck in it's stone. The boy wonders about it, before he walks away, carrying a large sack on his back.
But maybe...
There's still hope... that someone will pull it out... there is still...
.. A Hero amongst us...
Hero
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And that was the first prologue!
Not that much happened, but this is serving as set up for the character.
Let me know what you guys think!
See you next time!