It's strange. I initially thought that this prologue would be the hardest to write, but it turned out to be the easiest so far. Like Reyna's chapter, there's no weapon included, as it shows an earlier stage of this character's life. I hope you enjoy it!

Anger

Aster Seraph was only half Faunus. His father was a bat Faunus while his mother was a human. They lived in a relatively seedy part of town, his father making less than minimum wage at the Schnee Dust Company, his mother unable to find a good job in town. Aster would always try to help, secretly skipping lunch and putting his lunch money into a jar to help pay for necessities.

Despite being only half Faunus, Aster stood out more than most full Faunus on account of the large wings that were attached to his arms and sides. It was necessary for him to constantly wear open, loose shirts to keep them from getting caught on something or ripping.

Bullies were a constant problem. If he wasn't suffering on account of his wings, he was mocked for being a "half-breed".

He would often come home covered with cuts and bruises. His mother would try calling the school, which of course did nothing. Afterward, she would make cookies and hold him on her lap, telling him over and over again what a wonderful young man he would become. His father would come home only briefly before storming out the door to confront the parents of his son's tormentors. As a result, both Seraph men were often covered in injuries. The bullying didn't stop, but Aster appreciated the effort.

Overall, his only solace came from his family.

This became especially true when his little sister, Sonora, was born. She was a beautiful child with large, bat-like ears, similar to her father's. Aster would often pick her up and wrap her in his wings when she cried. She, above all, kept him from losing his mind. Her innocent smile would always tell him that, no matter what he was to anyone else, he was her big brother. She would always love and trust him, and he would always love her.

All had been tolerable until the humans set fire to his home.

Aster was ten years old when he came home from school that day, when he saw the smoke rising from his house, heard the racist taunts of the people around him.

"Half-breeds!" someone shouted.

"Flying rats!" cried another.

Tears blurring his vision, Aster rushed to the house. He threw open the door, jumping back a little at the rush of hot air that buffeted his face. Gritting his teeth, he ran inside. He couldn't hear his parents, but he could hear Sonora's piercing cries. He crawled through the house, determined to find her.

On the way, he saw two charred bodies lying near the entrance to the burning living room. Fighting back a sob, he approached. He recognized the shape of his father's ears and backed away, shaking his head to clear it. He bit his lip and pushed the sight from his mind as he turned down the next hallway. There was nothing he could do for his parents now. He had to save his sister!

He saw to his horror that her crib was on fire. He rushed to her side, picking her up and wrapping her wings around her before bolting toward the door. Outside, he collapsed on his side, coughing uncontrollably, his face and arms scorched and burned.

Ugly shouts were ringing all around. He needed to find a policeman! Why weren't there any fire trucks on the scene yet?!

Loud footsteps sounded before Aster was picked up by the back of his shirt, causing a now-silent Sonora to roll onto the ground. A large, burly human sneered at him, and Aster recognized the father of one of his schoolyard tormentors. "Looks like we missed a few rodents, boys! How 'bout hanging this one from the attic?"

Aster's eyes narrowed as he looked down at his sister's motionless body. Rage such as he had never known before surged through him. "NO!" He clenched his fists, activating his Aura for the first time in his life. In an instant, he was dropped to the ground. He looked up just in time to see the human holding a smoking hand to his chest before his vision was blocked.

A tall, cloaked man in a scary mask was standing between him and the mob. He heard the click of a rifle and the shink of a sword being drawn, and that was his only warning before he saw a dozen humans mowed down within seconds.

As blood covered the streets, he picked up Sonora's body, holding it to his chest, staring wide-eyed at the cloaked man. After a few moments, all was quiet.

The man kneeled in front of Aster. Bull horns jutted from his brown and red hair. He touched his fingers to Sonora's neck before shaking his head. "I'm sorry. There's nothing that can be done for her."

Aster's lip trembled, his earlier moment of burning anger forgotten. "Th-They're dead. They killed them…" He stared at the shadowy forms of the dead humans. "Why?"

"That's what they do." The bull Faunus's voice was harsh, but held the smallest degree of sympathy.

The young boy sniffed loudly, hugging his dead sister tightly. "I'm sorry, Sonora. I'm so sorry."

After a few minutes, the bull man stood and placed a hand on Aster's shoulder. "Come with me. We'll bury your sister in a nice spot. Then, we can talk."

"About what?" Aster tried to stand, but his knees were shaking too much. He whimpered. "I…I can't-" He was cut off as the tall man stooped down and picked him up. He curled against his savior's chest and closed his eyes, trying to ignore how much his skin hurt.

"We'll talk about what to do with you," the man said matter-of-factly. "If you wish, you could help the people I work with. I am a member of the White Fang. We protect our fellow Faunus from humans who would take advantage of, or hurt them."

"Y-You mean like the ones who…who k-killed…" Aster couldn't finish the thought and started sobbing again.

"Yes," the man replied, his tone not changing even in the face of the boy's cries. "All humans."

At this, Aster frowned through his tears. "My mom was human!"

"And look at what happened to her." The man shook his head. "Humans are evil. The few good ones are doomed to be victimized and killed. The Faunus are the only hope for a peaceful world."

Aster pondered these words for a moment before fatigue caused his eyes to droop shut. He sobbed softly in his sleep, his sister's body a constant weight on his chest.

The following day, he buried Sonora. The man, who had introduced himself as Adam Taurus, waited patiently as the boy knelt over the makeshift grave. It was under an oak tree where Aster would often climb to escape his bullies. He imagined how they would react to finding out that their parents had been killed by the White Fang.

A small flash of pity rose in Aster before he quickly quashed it. It serves them right! he thought, narrowing his eyes, placing a hand on the mound of dirt. If they hadn't bullied me, if their families hadn't been bullies, everyone would be alive. It serves them right!

He stood up, clenching his fists. "I won't let this happen again, Sonora. Mom. Dad," he said aloud. "No more Faunus families will suffer if I can do something about it." Squaring his shoulders, he turned to look at Adam, who was watching him expectantly.

"So, do you wish to come with me?"

Aster folded his arms, ignoring the burns. "Will you train me to kill the bad humans, like how you killed them last night?"

Adam nodded. "Yes, I will."

Taking a deep breath, Aster glanced one more time at his sister's grave before turning resolutely away and looking Adam directly in the face. "In that case, yes. I want to join the White Fang!"

Aster is based on the Archangel Michael. I look forward to showing him in battle, especially considering the enhancements he gets from the White Fang. What are they? Well, you'll have to wait and see! Review but don't flame. Aster wouldn't like any more fire in his life right now.

Praise Monty and peace out!