So just a quick thank you to everyone who has followed this story or myself it means a lot for this grateful 15-year-old. Anyway enough with the mushy stuff on to the plot!

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Chapter 3: A witch's wrath

If there is one thing I love in life it's sleeping the warm comfort of a welcoming bed, how simply resting can rejuvenate your entire body. The downside to developing a love for it, however, is how bloody pissed you get when you are denied that right.

I feel my blanket being torn off me releasing me from my perfect haven so I respond in the most obvious fashion, attacking whatever has disturbed my slumber. I thrust out my right arm slamming it into the culprit, I hear a slight squeal as my arm makes contact and my victim drops to the ground.

I sit up slowly rubbing my eyes. Leaving them closed I grab my spectacles off the nearby table sliding them on as I jump out of the bed and land on the groaning form lying beside it resulting in a long string of curse words in a surprising variety of languages.

"Good morning to you too Roy," I say finally getting off the suffering person.

"Fuck you" He growls using my bed to drag himself up. I shrug and nod towards the already awake Nick and Ollie both of which look just as tired as I feel.

"I told you last time, wake me up and I hurt you." I walk into the bathroom and turn on the tap, using the icy water to revive myself.

We hear a knock on the door, "I'll get it" Ollie sighs shuffling to the door. As I brush my teeth I hear the entrance being opened followed by the crack of a riding crop.

"Ow what the hell!" Ollie yells as I walk out of feeling slightly refreshed. Professor Goodwitch is standing before him her riding crop raised for another strike before I clear my throat gaining her attention.

"Even though Ollie is now the most awake out of all of us at this point, can you please not hit us until we start the combat training Miss Grey?" Goodwitch lowers her crop a stern look on her face as the reference goes completely over her head. Her attention is not on my face however and is somewhere around my chest. I look down and see that I'm still my sleeping attire which consists of no shirt and a pair of plain boxers. Something that is shared by the other males in the room.

"Professor if you would kindly wait outside we'll change into some appropriate clothing," Nick states calmly, Goodwitch looks irritated for a moment before sighing and walking out of the room.

"Well, that could have gone better" I pick up Ollie and grimace slightly at the bright red mark running across his hand. "Ok, guys let's suit up."

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We walk the professor making sure to keep as much distance that is politely possible between us and the ultimate BDSM practitioners weapon of choice that is the riding crop.

"She's got a bloody good swing on her," Ollie grumbles still sporting a faded albeit still visible mark.

I snort softly, "Be happy it was just a hit, I've seen her conjure ice out of fucking nowhere and it was your fault for opening the door half naked." Roy and Nick nod at my statement.

Ollie's feline ears droop slowly his black fringe covering his eyes. "I was bloody tired." I rub my hand through my friend's hair.

"Live and learn pal live and learn." With these words of wisdom, Goodwitch stops in the front of two wooden doors, she casually flicks her hand sending them open with a satisfying bang, Before us lies a large gym and training area complete with conditioning equipment and fighting ring.

I let out a loud whistle which is quickly mimicked by Roy. "This is very impressive Miss Goodwitch the school must get a considerable amount of funding." Nick states turning his attention back to the professor.

She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, "Well, of course, this establishment is the largest training center of huntresses and huntsmen in Vale and as they are the leading force against the creatures of Grimm it's natural that we are given the proper materials required to do so." She states before pointing her weapon at my companions and me. "How much combat training and experience do you four have?"

Instantly we straighten our backs in attention in fear of being hit.

"Well, aside from yesterday the most combat we have had has been a few street fights," Ollie replies rubbing the back of his hand. "As for actual training, Nick has the most in close quarters with Ivor being his student, Roy has some experience in swordplay and I'm a pretty good shot with firearms."

As Ollie finishes Goodwitch sighs softly before pinching the bridge of her nose, "So, in other words, you have been to no combat school?" We all nod in response. "You've given me some real work haven't you Ozpin." She grumbles softly before returning her attention to us.

She motions to the gym area of the building. "The first stage of becoming a successful huntsman is to be in peak physical condition." Suddenly a small smirk emerges on her face and I gulp loudly, "So let's begin."

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Roy and Ollie collapse before Goodwitch, their breathing being reduced to short painful gasps. I'm not that better off leaning against a piece of training equipment in an attempt to not join my friends on the welcoming floor. I look at the professor my body making weird clicking noises as I do so, she looks back at me the small smirk from before having returned to her face.

"Is that it? I expected more." She says pushing a strand of blond hair out of her face.

I growl softly while staring intently at her, "No offense Miss Goodwitch but you're a freaking sadist." This only causes her to smile more before my attention is taken away by a soft groan. Nick stands next to me a small glimmer of sweat on his brow but otherwise he looks unaffected by the hell we've been through.

"Well, that was a good warm up what's next?" He asks cracking his shoulder.

"You can't be fucking serious."

"What are you, Nick?" Roy wheezes out, Nick glances down at him surprised.

"This is easy compared to what's ahead, am I correct professor? Glynda tweaks the end of her riding crop.

"That is true even most trainees would be able to complete this and more with little difficulty. Speaking of which we still have 2 more hours of training" She states while glancing at her device something she referred to as a Scroll, I feel the blood drain out of my face at these words and my companions excluding Nick emit a sigh of despair. "I'm so screwed."

"Alright let's go," Nick says cracking his knuckles.

"I wonder if I the others will mind if I kill him."

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I collapse the floor of my room, I grimace slightly at the clicking sounds emitted from my back and shoulders followed by the loud thumps of my companions collapsing either side of me. Apparently, Nick's endurance had been seen as a challenge for the slave driver that calls herself a professor, the resulting training would have made a UFC fighter cringe as she pushed us to our absolute limits.

"We have to do six bloody months of this, topped off with combat and Grimm studies as well as practicals." Ollie grumbles.

"Ollie do me a favour and shut up before I have enough energy to punch you," Roy growls.

Nick chuckles softly before kneeling down and placing a cool can of drink in front of each of our prone forms, "Well you guys did brilliantly" He cracks open his own can and takes a sip, "Look on the bright side if we pull this off we'll have a legitimate job albeit we have to go to school for four years but still."

Ignoring my protesting limbs I pull myself into a sitting position before grabbing hold of my drink.

"He's right no more stealing, no more trouble with the authorities and maybe we'll be able to help people," I smirk softly at the childish thought before looking around, to my surprise Nick, Roy and Ollie all have similar expressions on their face. A strange noise reaches my ears and it takes a few moments for me to realize that that noise is laughter, my laughter to be exact. It fills the living space echoing off the walls.

The other look at me incredulously before Ollie joins in, quickly followed by Roy and finally by Nick. We laugh for what feels like hours until our sides start to hurt and tears run down our cheeks. Eventually, we stop, my breath comes out in large gasps as I try to refill my depraved lungs of oxygen. Ollie stands up and raises his can into the air, his second pair of ears twitching in what I can assume is contentment.

"A toast to new beginnings, to good health and most importantly to brothers." He exclaims passionately.

I smile at him before raises my own can, "To brothers whether through blood or not."

Our words are echoed by Nick and Roy before we all take a long swig of our beverages, we spend the rest of the day enjoying each others company, and looking for to the future no matter what it throws at us.

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"Wake up my child, I wish to speak with you."

I bolt up quickly gather myself onto my feet, my vision is blurry due to the lack of my glasses. All that I can gather is that I'm are covered in white with no distinguishable features just almost blinding lighting, sensing a presence behind me I turn to see a woman. She stands at about 5.8 meaning I tower over her with my own height of 6.4. Her face is not visible hidden under a white hood that is connected to a cloak that covers her entire body blending her into the landscape of the room.

"Who are you?" I ask softly, the woman tilts her covered head and I get a sudden suspicion she is smiling at me.

"Don't you recognize the voice of your saviour, hmm I'd expect more from my chosen champion." She replies accompanied by a slight chuckle.

I feel my eyes widen in surprise, "You're the voice."

The woman nods, "Yes I brought you and your friends to this world."

"Why?"

I feel her stare at me from the darkness of her hood, "Because this world is in danger and I need a warrior to defend it, you and your friends were just the most suitable."

"Where are we?"

"You are asleep but I am in your mind this is your subconscious."

I rub the back of my neck as I comprehend the woman's words, "Were you also the reason that we were accepted into Beacon?"

Her shoulders straighten slightly, "No I assure you I was not, however, this is good news your combat prowess was a worry of mine with your induction into that school that should no longer be a worry."

I nod before addressing what has been on my mind every since I was sent to this world, "Before you brought me and my friends here you said I would have to pay a price what was it?" I then remember what she referred to me as "And what's this about being your champion?"

The woman looks away for a few moments before looking back towards me, "The price for you to come here was to a dear one, in you is a power that is powerful similar to the ones of the other humanoids of this world, however unlike their's your's runs on a different source of energy." The woman raises both of her hooded hands revealing them to be covered in black gloves.

"The inhabitants of the world the humans and the Faunus all contain a soul with which they use to project an aura granting them protection from injuries and small healing capabilities, on the other hand, is the Grimm who don't possess a soul and as such can't produce an aura."

"These Faunus she talks about must be what Ollie and Roy have become, but what am I? If I'm not like the others and can't harness this aura does that mean I'm like a Grimm" I say the last word harshly spitting it out as if it is poison in my mouth.

The woman nods, "That is correct you essentially have no soul and as such would be classified as a Grimm."

Her word stops me in my tracks, "No soul, so I'm not even human." I look back at the woman as she stands calmly before me as if she didn't just pull the rugs out from under what was originally my reality even more so then before.

A growl rumbles out of my throat,"But how am I supposed to fight them then? If I don't have this aura I can't protect myself or even heal if what you say is true."

The woman is response thrusts her hands forward, and a sudden pain courses through my body nearly forcing me to my knees, soon the pain leaves me and in its place a feeling of great power.

"What did you do to me?" I ask my voice hoarse.

I sense the woman smile, "I simply unlocked your abilities, your aura."

"But you said…"

"I never said the Grimm were defenseless how do you think they became such a big threat, in the place of aura they gained a different ability the one to feed off negative emotions."

A sense of illness overcomes me as I hear these words, "I need to feed off people?"

She shakes her head, "No you only need to feed off Grimm."

I freeze, "Pardon?"

"You only need to feed off Grimm they already have negative emotions stored inside of them and as such make a suitable source of power for you."

I run my hand through my hair and breath out slowly, "So how does this work?"

"Your ability when activated should automatically begin to absorb a Grimm's energy, this will in turn grant you the anti-aura, giving you protection as well as dealing with minor wounds, it should also feed off any negative emotions in the area as it is a Grimm's ability." The woman stated firmly.

I sigh loudly before asking the question that I've been dreading the most, "So is this what you meant about me being considered a monster? A soulless creature that must feed off others to control its powers."

The woman nods.

" Then I'm even more vampiric than the Grimm". I feel a sudden sense of anger at myself at what I've become "Is there any other way to gain power?".

The woman looks away from me for a few moments, her head tilted downwards as she contemplated my words. "There is one other possible way but it is extremely dangerous and might not even work."

"What is it?" I ask desperately.

"Due to your unique powers of absorption, you could possibly gain strength from Dust."

I tilt my head and stare blankly at the woman, "Pardon?"

She sighs, "I would have thought you'd be aware of Dust by now."

"Well, I'm sorry I was too busy being teleported to another freaking world!" I think, but seeing as this woman brought me into this world in the first place, I shut down the sarcasm before it gets me possibly obliterated.

The woman continues, "Dust is a mineral used by the humans and Faunus in a variety of practices the most prominent being weaponry. It comes in several types but they all share one thing, it is extremely combustible in its base form."

I feel the blood drain out of my face as she goes this definition, "So let me get this straight you want me to absorb the highly explosive thing into my body?"

"Would you prefer the alternative?" The woman asks, pulling the white hood further down.

"Touche" I reply, brushing my fringe out of my eyes.

The woman looks around the nothingness that is our surroundings "It seems our time's up my child it is time for you to return back." She waves a single gloved hand in front of my face and I feel a sudden sense of fatigue overcome me.

"Who are you anyway?" I ask the woman as the corners of my vision begins to dull.

The woman's figure blurs, "My name is Shal, now goodbye Ivor I shall see you again."

These prove to be the last words of the conversation as my vision is fully coated in darkness.

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I'm woken up by the feeling of someone shaking my shoulder, I slowly open my eyes and look towards the person responsible, I can just make out the blurry figure of Ollie in the darkness. "Hey man what's up," I whisper as I pull myself up grabbing my glasses and sliding them onto my face.

Ollie's now clear face is contorted in a look of fear and pain. "It's happening again." He whispers softly glancing over to our still sleeping companions.

Instantly I'm wide awake and slide out of the bed. "Come on let's go for a walk" I slip on a shirt and some track pants, Ollie nods and follows me as we walk out of the room and down the corridor of the campus. It's internal lighting driving away the early morning gloom as we walk in silence. We soon find ourselves at our destination, the cafeteria of Beacon.

Ozpin had granted us the use of several areas of the school including one of the vacant rooms made for students, informing us that this would be our home for the next several years if we passed the initiation.

"Sit here," I say to Ollie pointing to one of the countless seats as I go towards the vending machine, "It's a good thing we went back to see the old man and got our payment," I think as I pull out a card of Lien and buy two bottles of water, I place one down in front on Ollie and sit opposite of him, "So what's happening now."

He slowly raises his arms revealing them to be shaking uncontrollably, a visible layer of sweat covering them. "Cravings, I feel like I'm running at about 60 degrees and well you can see some of the other symptoms." He stares directly into my eyes, fear brimming in his eyes. "You've gotta help me chief please I feel like it's killing me."

I firmly grip his drenched shoulder, "We'll get you through this Ollie but you've got to get yourself off the jab ok you can't put yourself through this anymore." He nods silently placing his hand onto mine.

"Thanks mate I just needed to know I had your support."

I chuckle softly. "Of course you have my support remember we're brothers all four of us and we'll stick together in life." I smirk . "and we've already died haven't we?"

Ollie looks at me for a few moments before laughing loudly his weak voice becoming more crisp and echoing throughout the empty building. "Yeah… we have," He stands up and grips his hands tightly. "How are we gonna deal with this, are we just gonna wait till whatever I've got inside of me get's flushed out or is there a quicker way."

We begin to walk out of the cafeteria and back towards our dorm, the sound of our bare feet striking the floor trails behind us as I think back to the conversation with Shal and the ability I now have. "My abilities grant me the power to heal via absorbing negative emotions or Grimm's anti-aura so maybe wait…Ollie's Aura" I say quietly.

Ollie ceases walking and turns back towards me, "Pardon?"

I look up at him excitedly, "I was doing some research before and I came across a power that most Huntresses and Huntsmen have unlocked called Aura. It acts as a protective barrier for the user but also heals certain wounds."

Ollie's face shifts into a look of disbelief as I go through my explanation. "So if I get this aura unlocked, it could filter all the shit out of my body."

I nod and lightly hit his shoulder, "We'll talk to the professor tomorrow and see if she can help us out with this." I shrug, "If we're gonna be students here we might as well have the added protection."

Ollie nods in agreement before once again commencing his journey back to his bed, with a noticeable spring in his step. We soon make it back into our room, Ollie rushes into the bathroom to clean up and I jump into bed. The comfort of sleep soon welcomes me but as I do an unwelcome thought crawls it's way into my mind, "What happens when they find out about me?"

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We enter the training area, Miss Goodwitch is standing on the other side of the door she pays not attention to us and keeps all of her attention on her Scroll, "We've got to get one of those."

Eventually, she looks up from her device and stares at us, her face set in a neutral expression, "You're late." She simply states putting away the Scroll.

Roy shrugs his large shoulder, "Sorry Professor we had to sort some things out." Me and the others all nod at the statement, Goodwitch sighs softly before firing a stern look at us, I feel a slight chill run through my body.

"Why is she so terrifying."

"I don't tolerate tardiness, especially from my students. I do not wish for this to happen again do I make myself clear." Her unchanged expression informs us that those last words were a command not a request.

"Yes, ma'am." We answer immediately, "Please don't bring out the BDSM shit."

She lets out a 'hmph' before motioning towards a chair with leather straps and a computer that looks more advanced than anything on Earth. "But what here isn't more advanced that what was back there?"

"Ah, professor what's with the restraints?" I question looking worryingly at said restraints. "Fucking called it!"

"The unlocking of one's aura can be quite painful, these are just a safety precaution." She answers running her fingers gracefully over the holographic of the computer.

"Aura?" Roy asks Goodwitch opens her mouth but I beat her to the punch.

"It's a manifestation of a creature's soul, huntresses and huntsmen use it as an extra layer of protection. It also heals small wounds."

The professor's eyes widen for a few moments before she reverts back to the 'disobey me or face the consequences' expression she normally carries.

"That is correct Mr. Grant, and depending on the person their aura varies in some abilities such as healing or the defense granting by it." Her eyes stare at each of us for a few seconds, a slight chill runs down my spine before quickly vanishing as a comforting smile appears on her face.

"It is a necessity that students of Beacon have their Auras unlocking either before or after entering the Academy. As such I am sad to say that your training will not continue to if yours is not." She reaches down and unlocks the restraints, "This is your last chance to be able to have completely normal lives if you wish I'll speak with Oz….."

She stops her train of thought when Ollie walks past and sits in the chair, "We have already made our choice Miss Goodwitch we can't back out now." Ollie grins warmly his black feline ears twitching slightly. "So let's get this over with."

The professor looks over the rest of us big stupid smiles running across our faces. A small chuckle escapes her as she begins tightening the straps onto Ollie's wrists. She then goes over to the computer, pressing a few keys brings up a series of weird programs that resemble ones used to test the frequency of a sound.

She then stands before Ollie and pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Mr. Sparks, are you ready?" He nods slowly and she raises her hand soon I feel the hairs on the back of my hands as a faint glow reflects off it, the feeling of power in the room immediately putting us on edge. Goodwitch stands there silently for a few moments before she begins chanting.

"With pain comes wisdom. Through this, we become a symbol to teach others how to accept them both. For it is endless and overcomes even death, I release your soul, and I place on my head the burden of becoming your teacher." As soon as she utters these last words a blinding blue light blind us and a scream of pain emits from it.

I feel a terrible pain in my gut as I realize it belongs to Ollie, I run frantically towards the light ignoring the cries of Nick and Roy as I near it. All of a sudden the light explodes and I'm thrown across the room, two grunts of pain accompany me as I crash it both into Roy and Nick. We lay there for a short period of time the silence broken by Roy groaning as he sits up straight.

"Why is it that for the last two training sessions we've ended up on the floor?" He sighs cracking his neck and letting loose a small sigh of relief.

Nick chuckles as he pushes me off him, a curse escaping me as I hit the tiled floor. "I don't know but I hope it is not a common occurrence."

"I second that"

I push myself up and shake my head trying desperately trying to rid of the fuzziness that has clouded my vision. "The fuck happened? We were watching Ollie getting his aura unlocked and then Ollie!" I cry out his name as I run towards where I had last seen him, the smell of ozone envelopes me as I see him.

He is standing before the Aura monitor, the restraints that had sealed him little more than tattered remnants. He pays no attention to me as he stares at his hands that are raised before him his mouth drawn into a large grin.

"Hey, Ollie you alright mate?"

He looks at me, his grin somehow widening as his face changes into one of near childish delight, "I'm better then alright man have a look at this." He thrusts his hands into my face, my eyes widen at the sight of visible electricity running across his body.

"What the fuuuuuck?"

"It appears Mr. Sparks Aura wasn't the only thing unlocked." A voice states behind me causing me to jump slightly and frantically turn to see Professor Goodwitch standing before us. Her usually well keep hair standing straight in certain places, her spectacles are also slightly askew but otherwise, she seemed unharmed.

"I take it electricity doesn't come with my Aura?" Ollie questions still marveling at what is happening across his hand. The professor straightens her glasses before flicking her wand returning the area around us to normal with the exception of the destroyed restraints and the computer which appeared to have short-circuited during the incident.

"That would be correct it appears that you have discovered your Semblance." She replies.

Ollie stares at Goodwitch owlishly, "Pardon? My what!?"

The professor glanced over her glasses and sighs, "Essentially your Semblance is an power possessed by those that have their aura unlocked and comes in much more varied forms, with yours appearing to be one quite obviously centered around the production of electricity." Ollie nods at Goodwitch's answer and goes back to marveling at his hands like a newborn child.

"I guess that explains us as well then doesn't it teach?" Roy's voice questions from behind the blonde. I step to the right and stare at my large companion a loud whistle escapes my lips as I see him smirking like he's the hottest thing on the planet. And by that I mean he's on fucking fire!

"Well, this is definitely unusual," Goodwitch says looking down at the flaming teenager who just grins as slyly as the animal he shares his physical animalistic traits with.

"Well, I guess I'm a real firefox then aren't I?" The thought of making Ollie electrocute our friend is overcome by Nick suddenly speaking.

"I'm gonna replace his shampoo with hair removal cream if he makes another one of those freaking puns again."

I abruptly turn my head to Nick, "You're gonna do what!"

Nick glances at me, surprise and confusion visible on his face, however, that is soon replaced by understanding and annoyance. The stunned silence of the training area ruined by a simple sentence.

"Oh fuck me!"

So Ivor and the team have begun their training to become Huntsmen, but as you can tell they've got a long way to go. However their Auras and Semblances (or lack thereof in Ivor's case) being discovered should make it easier on them, Ivor's abilities will be touched more upon in the next chapter as well as a second encounter with the Mysterious Shal. And hey maybe a scene or two with more of the cast from the show. And for those wondering I essentially took the words used to unlock Jaune's Aura and changed them to suit Glydna, since Pyrrha was more spartanic I decided that one centered around wisdom and teachings would be more suitable for the blonde professor.

Anyway until next time au revoir.