The Great War was fought by every kingdom, back when the Templar and Assassins had a more, public presence. They wished to have a dystopian peace, with our freedoms taken away. We wished for a peace with freedom. Our ideologies clashed, and what started with two ancient orders fighting, turned into the most destructive war imaginable. Since then, both Assassins and Templar have agreed to not instigate anything that would escalate to something that magnitude again. We also agreed to move into the shadows and fight our war secretly. The ones that survived the war were called the Old Dogs, as they often fought on the front lines. My grandfather was one of those dogs.
We watched as the balloons rose into the air. It was a majestic scene. I had only seen them once before, when I was too young to remember, and before my little sis was born.
"Gideon?" I felt a light, gentle tug at my shirt. I turned and looked at my little sis, who was two years younger than me.
"Yeah, Pyrrha?" I asked her.
"Can we go back now? It's getting dark."
"Alright, sis. If ya say so." I turned and walked back to the shack that we called home, with Pyrrha behind me. I lifted her into the second floor, before jumping up myself. I looked out the window, towards Beacon academy. She got on a box and looked out it too.
"When I grow up, I'm gonna go there." She pointed to Beacon.
"Really now?" I joked.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna be the best huntress ever!"
"Whatever you say, kid." I smiled and leaned against the wall.
Years later . . .
I wiped a few spots off the bar. I had just closed down the Dusty Drink for the day. After cleaning, I went upstairs to the living room and switched on the tv.
"The famed student Pyrrha Nikos has once again saved the day." I smiled at this.
"Oi sis, you're gettin' better than your bro at this point." The rest of the news report was about how she killed one of the creatures of Grimm that threatened a few civilians. I turned the tv off and went to my room, opening a closet to reveal my other uniform, besides the bartender one. I put on the blue robes and brown leathers, and the black gauntlet that housed my hidden blade. I pulled the beaked hood up and opened the roof hatch.
Present day . . .
I jumped down, landing and sinking my blade into the neck of the Fang member. I had closed down the tavern for a week, to investigate a lead on the White Fang's HQ in Mountain Glenn, where I was now. If you somehow don't know, Mountain Glenn was a part of town that was overrun by Grimm. It was some sort of Templar experiment. Now, it was just ruined buildings. I pulled the blade out of the guy's neck, letting the blood spill to the ground. I heard footsteps, and quickly grappled to the top of a building. A dog, and one of Crow's nieces walked out. She wore a red hood, and black dress. I followed her down the street. Suddenly, the ground cracked beneath her, and she fell down. I jumped and looked down. The dog ran off as I did so. It was a long drop, maybe two hundred feet or so. Oh, wait, based on the echo of her scream, I'd say it's quite a bit further. So, not good. I kneeled by the edge of the hole.
"Ah, screw it." I fired the grapple hook into the edge of the hole and jumped down, the grapple slowing my descent. I silently landed and snuck to the edge of the platform I landed on. There were maybe fifty to a hundred fangs, patrolling about, loading train cars, the sort of thing you'd see in a villain's underground base. I aimed and fired the grapple hook to the roof of a lower building, and fired another end into the edge of the platform I was on. I jumped down and used the zip-line to slide down. I landed and retracted the line, making sure no one heard or saw me. I walked to the edge. The girl that fell down was being dragged to a train car.
"Hey boss," one of the fangs carrying her started, "Found something you might want to see!"
"Is it good or bad Harry, because let me tell ya, I have had a day!" A voice from the car said. I knew who it was.
"Uh, it's a little girl?" the fang said. Torjerk stepped out of the car.
"That would be bad." He said, throwing his cigar onto the ground.
"Hey there, douchebag!" I yelled, zipping my way down, behind Torchwick. He spun around to face me.
"Oh, it's you again. You know, you are really starting to get on my nerves." He started pacing.
"What I do best, mate." I looked around. "So, how do you want to do this?"
"I'd say you let me kill this girl, then let me kill you." I chuckled, pacing in the opposite direction of him, so we were circling each other.
"Sorry, mate. Ya know I can't just let someone die on me, right?"
"I guess I'll just have to kill you first, then. You know, you always were more bite than bark, like an old dog. Shame you can't learn any new tricks."
"Guess it runs in the blood, mate." I drew a gun. "And this Old Dog's definitely learned some new tricks."
