Jaune was a normal kid. Well, as normal as a son of a Huntsman and Huntress, and brother to seven sisters can be. That being said, each of his family members had some sort of special talent unique to them. Where one was a music prodigy, another had a thing for writing. Jaune, however, was unique, in the sense that he had multiple things unique to him.
He was great at running, the fastest in their little kingdom of Arcadia, just off the coast of Mistral. He never got sick, not even the common cold. He had great stamina and almost never ran out of breath. He always knew the time and date if he concentrated enough. He was considered a genius, having done a lot of things considered impossible to even the smartest in Atlas. And finally, he could read a book completely and cite it again word by word, simply by flipping through the pages rapidly.
However, there's more to Jaune than most knew. He had two hearts, which he felt all the time and helped manage his adrenaline, but no technology could pick it up. His body temperature was less than half that of a normal human or Faunus. And then, to top off the weird, there were his dreams. Or, as he calls them, memories. Memories from a past life.
They happen almost every night. The first ever one he had was the night of his eighth birthday.
His dream self woke on orange grass and black dirt, looking up at a blood orange sky. Sitting up, he looked around. He saw what seems like glass domes around massive, beautiful cities. The trees were massive, with leaves of silver, and when the morning sun hit them, the forests looked like they were ablaze with amber and crimson flames. The mountains in the distancs were capped in snow. There were flying vehicles, much like Bullheads.
He heard someone call a name, a wonderfully strange sound, as if he were speaking in foreign, long forgotten melodies and languages. He turned his head to the voice, seeing a young man. He seemed to be kid, no older than eight or nine, brilliant blue eyes and short, dark hair.
He looked familliar to him, but he shook his head and smiled before standing, embrasing the kid in a hug. "Ah, ;=€$/;÷$€#. It's been too long" again, the name seemed to be foreign and long forgotten sounds, yet Jaune understood. They stayed like that for a while, patting each other's backs. After a while, two minutes and thirty two seconds by Jaune's internal clock, they pulled apart, smiling.
"Ready to go to initiation?" the young man asked. Jaune simply nodded and walked with the other to wherever it was they needed to be. Jaune, seeing that he was simply a passenger in his own body, just relaxed and watched the events unfold.
They arrived at a torchlit area, which seemed spooky to his young mind.
There, along the torchlit path, stood multiple adults in weird yet familiar clothing. The sun had set, and the torches lit the path, to what seemed to be a hole in the air, which Jaune, whoever's body he was in, and the young man with him, saw what looked like space itself. It was an intimidating sight.
There was a giant ceremony, like a coming of age thing. Jaune and the young man were to stare into the hole - the Untempered Schism, he thought it was called - to either be inspired or for them to run. Some, however, went mad. Jaune was first. He moved forward and gulped nervously before staring into the void.
There, he saw everything. All of time and space. All that was, all that is, and all that could ever be. He saw fire, peace, annihilation, genocide, love, kindness, aliens, monsters, and so much more.
Jaune couldn't take it anymore. He turned and ran. He barreled past the adults, the tears welling up behind his eyes. He couldn't just stand and let the universe burn and die. So, he ran.
Most would call him a coward and say he chose the latter, but he was, in fact, inspired. He was inspired to save the universe and make sure nothing wrong happened. He stole a Type 40 TARDIS and left Gallifrey to explore and make the universe better.
As he ran, however, he failed to hear or see his friend take his spot at the void.
As the young man watched Jaune run off, he was ordered to stare into the void. He wondered what his friend saw.
When he looked in, he saw everything. He was in awe. It was absolutely beautiful.
However, that's when they started. The drums. Those godsforsaken drums. They pounded in his head. The same four bass thumps, echoing in his head. He fell to his knees, grabbed his head, and screamed in fear, eyes closed with tears streaming down his cheeks.
And on they went. Those sometimes terrible dreams, memories of a past that was not his, yet was. As they went on, Jaune slowly understood that he wasn't human, or Faunus. He didn't really know what he was... but he would soon.
Omake: Circles
Jaune sighed as he was in normal school. He was learning about the apparent first Huntsman, the first one who fought and killed Grimm.
His body seemed to go onto autopilot as his thoughts wandered, writing about what was being spoken. That is, however, when he was asked to put his notes on the projector. Shrugging, he did so.
When he did, everyone's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jaune looked back and his jaw dropped.
There was his handwriting, all across the notebook, until about halfway down, where it then became an elaborate drawing of multiple, perfect circles, with dots or lines in it. Jaune could read it perfectly, though.
He appologized and went back to his seat, his cheeks ablaze with embarrassment and confusion.