Huntsmen are widely regarded as the world's greatest warriors. While skilled in a wide variety of weaponry and hand-to-hand combat, these champions are also masters of a much greater power: Aura.

Aura is a manifestation of the soul, a life force that runs through every living creature on Remnant, whether they are a meager shopkeep or a renowned knight. However, what sets true warriors apart from all others is their ability to amplify and control their Aura.

Aura is primarily used as a defensive mechanism. Passively coating the wielder in a protective force field, it can protect a combatant from what would normally be a fatal blow. It does not, however, make the user invincible. As they receive more and more damage, their Aura reserve will deplete. If this happens, all the fighter will be left with is his resolve. Fortunately, when a fight turns gruesome, a warrior can also rely on their Aura in a different manner.

"Semblance" is a term used to describe the projection of Aura into a more tangible form. For some this could be the ability to control objects with telekinesis. For others it could mean superhuman strength. The power associated with a wielder's Semblance is completely unique. With enough training and focus, a user's Aura can turn them into something much more than just a man.

I remember the days before man was born. When only the Grimm and the beasts roamed the surface of the world. I was not yet born, having been stuck in spawning pool, only able to hear my kin for centuries.

I knew the pool was growing weaker as it tried to form me. Yet I doubted I would be able to roam the forests and deserts, I doubted I would ever sink my claws into the dirt of the earth. For my spawning pool had born beasts of greatness, but it has not spawned any for a millennial.

Yet I emerged, ending the spawn pool of my birth as I crawled from the inky depths. By now humans had started to grow and conquer our territory.

It was such an odd sight. These humans had no claws of their own. No poison or venom. Their paws were torn up by the earth and their hides scratched by the forests.

Many of my brothers did not see what they were doing until it was too late.

The humans created their own claws and killed us. They hunted the beasts and took their hides as their own. No longer were these pink skinned things lesser, if anything they were seen as greater than Grimm.

But humans were faulty. They stared wars and conflicts with each other, over appearances and race.

Unlike the Grimm who saw each and everyone one of themselves as kin. Whether some be thy be larger in size or smaller, whether they have more spikes or not. All that mattered was each of us were destroyers of mankind.

Only few were smart and intelligent, such as I. Many of us having been stuck in our dying spawn pool for such a long time. That instead of wanting to simply to destroy mankind, we wanted to be rid of it. So we learned.

Despite my small size as a Beowulf, I became an alpha. Leading at the head of my pack to destroy small settlements scattered across the fields and plains.

Then one of us shed their armor and fur, taking on a form to that of a human Faunus. We watched how it easily infiltrated a human settlement and quickly brought it to ruin.

It's skin was as tough as it's bone armour, making it almost impossible to penetrate.

Following its example, many Grimm, including myself, shed our beastial forms. Unfortunately, only some of the smartest survived while our brothers angrily attacked the nests of humans.

We were named as a new Grimm. An echo. An mimic. A Remnant. Named after the very world itself. We were terrifying beasts to withhold.

And as years passed in our human forms, many of us came to realise what had truly happened when we shed our armour. We gained a soul. In turn an aura. What remains of the Remnant's fled into the wilds to hide.

Many hibernate in deep chasms or in the mountains themselves. Others have taken to the seas or into places humans would much rather avoid.

I am the last remaining Remnant awake that still interacts with the humans. I continue to learn and grow. Easily speaking their many tongues, new and old.

I am a descendant of Lupin.

Ruby watches as Goodwitch paces around in the small interrogation room, a sigh of boredom escaping the young Rose's lips.

The door opens and a very familiar man enters in.

Professor Ozpin. Headmaster of Beacon Academy. The same academies that train and prepare hunters and huntresses to fight the forces of evil. Beacon Academy just happens to be one of four, and if not the most prestigious of all.

Ruby studies the man. A mop of silver hair sits on his head with spectacles that sit on the end of his nose, the framing crooked and bent in many places. But it doesn't hinder the job of the glasses as they sit perfectly on the headmasters nose. A green scarf covers his neck while he enters with an on looking cane being held in his right hand. His entire outfit looks old fashioned and just old in general.

Ozpin looks the young girl over and raised an eyebrow. She wore a long hooded cape that connected to a long sleeved corset dress with a battle skirt, finished off with leggings and calf high boots. The entire outfit was accented with blacks and reds, only the cape being completely red. But taking a closer look, he can see ends fraying, along stitches that have been made to repair the outfit multiple times. "You have… Silver eyes."

The girl blinks a few times. "Uh…"

Ozpin smiles kindly. "So! Where did you learn to do this?" He looks to the tablet that displays Ruby's fight against Torchwick and his men.

"I trained on my own." Ruby replies, still a little unsure as to what's happening, if anything, also having been put on edge by Ozpin's earlier comment.

"You taught yourself to use one of the most dangerous weapons on Remnant?" Ozpin raises an eyebrow at the girls statement, a little shocked and extremely impressed.

Ruby nods. "I had too sir."

Ozpin nods. "I see…" He puts a plate of cookies on the table, only to watch as they are devoured with seconds. "It's just that, I've only seen one other scythe wielder. A dusty old crow."

Ruby shrugs. "I'll have to fight him someday."

Ozpin nods and leans back in the chair. "So it seems. But why is an adorable girl such as yourself training to use a weapon of such high caliber?"

Ruby shrugs. "To protect myself and others. I guess I want to become a huntress."

Ozpin raises an eyebrow. "You want to slay monsters?"

Ruby nods. "I'm not sure which of the academies I will attend, but it'll offer me a good career once I've graduated. That will be a sure way to put food on the table."

Ozpin and Glynda study the young girl in front of them, looking almost saddened. "Do you know who I am?"

Ruby tilts her head, reminding the older man of a puppy. "You're Professor Ozpin. Headmaster of Beacon."

Ozpin grins. "Hello. Would you like to come to my school?"

Ruby's eyes widen in shock and happiness. "More than anything!"

Ozpin looks to Glynda behind him who lets out a harrumph. He looks back to the excitable teen. "Well… Alright."