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Fikrul felt like he was floating.
After the bullet had connected with his head, Fikrul awoke in this place; a white abyss, and he was floating around in it. He was warm, as if hundreds of blankets, straight out of the dryer, had engulfed him. Fikrul was at peace, and his aura, his soul, felt stronger than he had ever remembered it being. A wave of understanding washed over him, this was the limbo that souls spent time in before they decided to move onto the afterlife. Fikrul felt a familiar presence leave this limbo, one he recognized as belonging to his father, Craask. Fikrul didn't know how or why he died, but he didn't care, nor did he feel sorrow. The great faunus was going to move on to a better life, and he would soon join him.
Understanding washed over him again, but this time it was about himself. Regrets that he would no longer have to worry about: not being able to give aid to his kind like Craask had done for decades, never admitting his feelings to the snowflake he so desired, letting his father's weapon into dangerous hands, never using his semblance to bring back those he died unfair deaths.
Wait.
Fikrul knew his semblance now! Never in his mortality had he discovered it, but now he knew it in perfect detail, as if he had had it for years; he was able to bring the souls of those that held his blood from this limbo into their bodies, also healed by him, but most importantly, he could use it on himself. Fikrul didn't have to go on with regrets, for he could return to the land of the living ensure that his company continued its aid for faunus. He focused his aura on his own soul, and activated his semblance, but…
Something was terribly wrong.
A source of great darkness was near Fikrul's mortal form, and it was corrupting his soul. As soul and body began to become one, and Fikrul could feel something rocking his body. When the transfer was complete, and the faunus was among the living again, his soul carried darkness with it. Fikrul opened his eyes, body sluggish, and stared at a man with tan skin and black hair, amber eyes staring into the faunus' with disbelief. In that delusional state, Fikrul called for the person he wished was there.
"Dad?"
Uldren couldn't believe it! Surely, this kid, who came back to life of all things, was the son of Mara. Fikrul on the other hand, was recovering from his drowsiness, and the first thought to come to mind was that this must have been one of his killers. He disregarded that however, as he saw the White Fang imitator's corpse near them. Therefore, this man must have been trying to save him, or at least avenged his demise. The heir tried to get up, but the man held him down, and began talking.
"Don't try to get up; you're probably tired from coming back from the Ether." Fikrul nodded and the hooded man laid him on the ground. "Do you want to take your arms out?" Fikrul's eyes opened in shock, but the man answered a silent question. "The people I work for know a lot of things that others don't, Fikrul, but right now, you should answer my question."
Fikrul contemplated this, and thinking that this was his best choice, nodded. The man proceeded to remove the jacket and shirt off the heir, freeing his arms, which were quick to fall limp on the ground, exhaustion preventing him from lifting them.
"My name is Uldren, I'll explain everything later, but right now, we have to get you to Beacon."
"L-like… the academy?" Fikrul replied tiredly.
"Yes, that is where my associates are. Now I'm going to find us an exit, this place is swarming with assassins. Get in that room to hide, and wait for me to come back, got it?" Fikrul nodded.
The man, now identified as Uldren, opened the nearest door and lifted Fikrul, carrying him bridal style into what the heir identified as his father's sparring room. After placing him down, the rescuer went back outside, grabbing the discarded clothes and staff the Fikrul was stupid enough to let go of! He threw the clothes in a random closet, and brought the staff to the boy. He placed it into his shaking, outstretched hands, saying, "this belongs to you," and then he was gone, door locked behind him.
After ten minutes, Fikrul was able to lift himself of the ground and limp, with the aid of the staff, towards the only outstanding feature of the room. He stared at the four ceremonial blades, two daggers and two cutlasses, resting on the golden stand. These belonged to his father, and his father before him. These blades had a terrible history; long ago, faunus used such blades to cut off their animal features in order to blend in with humans. However, according to legend, these ancient blades were dipped in a pool of light before the moon was shattered, making any wounds they make heal, allowing the faunus to regrow their lost parts. There were so few blades like this, and his father was proud to have a full set.
Fikrul subconsciously grabbed the belt used to hold them and put it on. He then put down the staff, grabbed the blades in all four arms, cutlasses in his upper, and daggers in his lower, and did a few practice swings before sheathing them. As he picked up his staff, he heard a commotion outside, and trained his ears on it.
"Wasn't this Gerald's post?" a female.
"Yeah, which means that our target must be close if no one else has seen him," a male, with an air of authority around him. Fikrul creeped towards the door, grabbing the daggers.
"Then let's find him!" The woman impatiently threw open the door, only to be met with two daggers in her gut. Fikrul did not feel disgusted with his actions; he had been in the ether, and knew that paradise awaited this flawed woman. As she fell back however, the pulled out a shotgun and fired directly into Fikrul's chest. The heir was sent flying back into the room, bleeding, and dropped the daggers.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The man slowly walked towards Fikrul, his features concealed by the White Fang uniform. Black smoke from within the boy started healing his wounds. "I've found both of my targets. Mara will be glad that I managed to retrieve her staff and kill her son. Guess mommy didn't love her little faunus. Can't say your old man is doing any better." It didn't surprise Fikrul that his mother plotted this; it made too much sense that it should. "What is special about that staff anyway?"
The man went to grab the staff at the same time as Fikrul, and they both pulled, the heir holding the handle end while the assassin had the crystal end.
"Remember Fikrul, this staff is still a weapon, and you need to know how to use it." Craask was teaching his fourteen year old about his most powerful invention. "It converts the aura that you give it into elemental energy in the crystal, this one giving you power over electricity. Focus your aura into the staff, and when you feel a connection, just imagine what you want it to do."
The crystal glowed as Fikrul summoned a great beam of electric energy that pierced the assassin's aura, completely disintegrating him. Fikrul was panting from the exertion of using his weapon, dropping falling onto his back. After a few minutes, Uldren reentered and saw the sight in the doorway. He looked at Fikrul with a raised brow, "Busy?"
"Yeah," was his simple response. The heir got up slowly and the hooded man handed him his daggers, which he sheathed. Fikrul willed the staff to become a ball of electricity, a far less taxing ordeal, and pocketed it. Uldren didn't bat an eye. The rescuer silently guided the faunus through the halls, every now and then coming up upon a body riddled with bullets. Finally, they got outside the manor, were a small, stealthy airship awaited them.
"Good morning Mr Kingsworth, or would you prefer me to call you Fikrul?" After they lest the manor in the stealth jet, Uldren took Fikrul to Beacon Academy as he said, and now here they were, sitting before the headmaster of the school.
"Yes, that would be fine." Ozpin merely smiled at the boy, taking a sip out of his mug. "Why am I here?" The headmaster put down his mug, preparing an answer.
"What I'm about to tell you, is extremely confidential, and only a handful of people know of it. Can I trust you with this knowledge?" Fikrul nodded, as did Uldren on his behalf. "Okay then."
"We are a group that fight the wars that the people of Remnant don't know of; wars against the Grimm and their masters. Those two masters are named Salem… and Mara Sov." Fikrul stiffened, But waited for Ozpin to continue, but he was interrupted.
"But Mara is just a puppet of Salem, being manipulated for her powers. I would know… she is my sister." Fikrul turned and stared slack-jawed at his supposed uncle, unable to even comment on that statement.
"Anyway," Ozpin shot a glare in Uldren's direction, "a part of their plan was to takeover Atlas from the inside, and they've begun that with your father's company. We are just lucky they didn't get the aura-dust weapon." Ozpin looked quite grim as he began again, "Unfortu-," "My father is dead." It wasn't a question that left Fikrul's mouth, but a statement.
"Yes."
"Clearly you have evidence of these acts of treason. Why don't you just show me to the public and we get the KWC back?" Fikrul was genuinely curious.
"According to the official record, Frederick Kingsworth was killed, and is being buried today, and no one would believe that you are a faunus." Uldren raised very valid reasons.
"However, if you are willing, you can help us win this war against Salem and your mother, and avenge Craask. So, are you in?" Fikrul stared determinedly into Ozpin's eyes.
"Yes."
Then your uncle will give you your next assignment, you are both dismissed." Ozpin turned his chair 180 and started sipping from his coffee again while the other two went into the lift. On the way down, Uldren began to speak. "Look kid, I know you're going through a lot, but this mission is going to be a bombshell for you. I want you to gather your half-siblings." Fikrul stared at his uncle, but he was done with surprises for the day, numbed to its shocking effects. "I'll have their profiles given to you, but I want you to find them, and do what you think is right until I call for you."
The elevator opened, and the duo made their way to the docks, both staring ahead. "Why did my father have more children?"
"We believe he knew that Mara would one day betray him, and wanted children to live his legacy." Uldren seemed to want to ask something, and finally steeling his nerves, asked, "How did you come back from the dead?" The bullhead that would take Fikrul to Atlas was in their sights now.
Fikrul looked down and thought of how to answer his uncle. "I… it's my semblance I think, no, I know. There is an ether before the afterlife, and I can pull the souls of my bloodline back from there and put them in their bodies… but somethings… wrong with me." Uldren gave his nephew a concerned look, and he continued, "When I used it on myself, it felt like darkness entered my soul and body, and… its still there." This time, realization and sadness overtook the awoken's features.
"That is because of me," Fikrul looked to his uncle, "My sister and I are both beings of light and dark, though I have excess darkness in me. When I was mourning you, I think it spilled into you."
They arrived at the bullhead, and Fikrul stopped to think. Then, he came to a conclusion, though was hesitant to voice it, "Then… you are the father of my new life; last night, Frederick Kingsworth died," Fikrul stepped onto the bullhead, and its doors began closing slowly, "and Fikrul Forsaken (A/N: the faunus surname of Fikrul's family, pronounced for-sah-kuhn) was born! The doors finished closing, and the bullhead lifted off, leaving a smirking 'father.'
Fikrul knew that the slums in Atlas were bad, but in his previous life, he had never been exposed to anything like this. No wonder the White Fang turned dark if this is how faunus were treated. The 'new-born' stood over a table in a warehouse that would be serving as his family and his home until his 'father' summoned him. He had a new set of clothes as well, consisting of black dress pants and dress shoes, both highlighted with gold streaks, as well as a black tunic with a loincloth that featured his family crest (A/N: scorn symbol) in gold. Additionally, he had a helmet to hide his identity, with gold plating over his shins and upper upper arms. He had his father's blades, the Kings of Kings, at his hip, and the Kingsworth staff, which he named Fanatica, in his upper hands On the table were seven folders, holding all the information Atlas had, provided by General Ironwood, another of Ozpin's allies, on his half-siblings.
Elykris
Sex: female
Age: 15
Semblance: controls machines
Species: faunus-spider-extra set of arms
Family: N/A
Whereabouts: commonly seen in Atlas Scrapyard
Notes: a hoarder that gets any piece of tech she can get her claws on, commonly raids places of high quality machinery, but stays away from major companies. Left eye is robotic. Do not send in Atlesian Knights of any series; already has dozens. Very good at repairing 'junk' and making dangerous weapons.
Reksis Vahn
Sex: male
Age: 15
Semblance: anger increases physical qualities (strength, speed etc.) as well as increase and recovery of aura
Species: faunus-spider-two extra eyes
Family: deceased mother and claims a lost/deceased twin sister (unconfirmed)
Whereabouts: heart of the Slums
Notes: do not engage if spotted. Hates 'rich-ass' Atlesian citizens, but is enraged by ANY form of machinery. AKs have been found mauled, insides torn out, and even phones, cameras etc. do not escape his fury. Claims to be 'defender of the weak.'
Hiraks
Sex: male
Age: 14
Semblance: can control minds, both human and Grimm
Species: faunus-spider-extra set of arms
Family: deceased villagers
Whereabouts: outside eastern border of city
Notes: village was attacked 10 years ago by Grimm, survivors claimed that they stopped attacking half way through and carried a child matching Hiraks' appearance of that time. Two years ago, he shows up in a village with docile Grimm and makes people his 'followers.' Claims to posses dark magic and knowledge from before the shattered moon.
Pirrha
Sex: male
Age: 12
Semblance: makes up to ten fragile light clones (they may not be able to take a hit, but they do pack a punch)
Species: faunus-spider-extra set of arms (can 'stick to walls')
Family: deceased mother, now criminal mastermind
Whereabouts: moves with mercenary group
Notes: raised by a criminal boss of unknown name. Even though blind, is very proficient with long ranged rifles. developed heightened senses to make up for blindness, urban legend is he can make any shot; reports agree. Wears a Beowolf pelt, authentic. Semblance allows him to take out multiple targets at once.
Araskes
Sex: female
Age: 11
Semblance: 'lies'
Species: faunus-spider-extra set of arms
Family: twin-Kaniks
Whereabouts: commonly seen in mid-class residential area and slums
Notes: not much on this twin, other than she is always with her brother and never removes cloak. Reports from stores robbed by her say that she claimed to be someone she wasn't, and they believed her. Most bizarre situation: she convinced the men protecting a convoy of SDC dust that 'they were driving their vehicle to deliver her dust to her to exchange it for a crate of authentic Grimm pelts.' They arrived at their destination with no dust, but a dumpster!
Kaniks
Sex: male
Age: 11
Semblance: claims to, quote: 'talk with the readers and writers, and bring friends into A/Ns, though they forget about it when they are not there'
Species: faunus-spider-two extra eyes
Family: twin-Araskes
Whereabouts: commonly seen in mid-class residential area and slums
Notes: the poor kid is mad, semblance drove his child's mind insane. Now is obsessed with 'friends, fun, gifts, surprises and explosions. Mechanical left leg replaces original: blown up in premature detonation, and mechanical third right under arm to 'be more like sister.' Able to make extremely powerful explosions. Loves his sister to death. Overall: insane.
Yaviks
Sex: female
Age: 10
Semblance: able modify vehicles through physical contact
Species: faunus-spider-two extra eyes
Family: slave
Whereabouts: underground races
Notes: sold as a slave to criminals. Originally prepared their vehicles for illegal races, her vehicle always winning. Became their official rider and getaway driver after they saw her actively using her semblance on a motorbike. Physically weak, but put her near a vehicle and you've either lost the race, or your life.
Fikrul was going to put his family back together. Under the helmet, he smiled.
A/N: This story's unofficial alternate name is 'how OP can we make Fikrul before the main story?' Sorry if he's too powerful, but I have plans to limit it (morals, family, Winter etc.) Quick side note, Uldren and Mara have the ability to make themselves look human. Apart from that, I hope you guys enjoyed that 'arc' of the story, because I can't wait to bring this family together. Until then, see yah!
P.S. If someone is willing to beta, i would greatly appreciate it.
