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Jack, Raf and Miko sat with all the other students in the gym of the elementary school. While the high school was heavily damaged, the elementary school received no damage whatsoever. No one knew the reason why, but they were too shaken to question.

The trio was surprised that, despite being thrown into a wall, attacked by bird monsters, rammed by a boar monster and buried under books, Miko didn't even have a scratch on her. The only thing she felt was a faint pain, there were no bruises, no blood. It was especially strange since almost all the other kids that had been attacked were bruised, bleeding, or wounded in some other way.

They had seen their guardians in the parking lot, running over and ramming the monsters, but the Bots hadn't shown up to the elementary school yet, nor had they called. Mrs. Darby hadn't contacted them either, which worried Jack. What if she'd been hurt in the attack? Or killed? Had the Cons used this as a distraction to kidnap her? Or MECH? The questions bounced around in his skull and made his heart hammer in his chest. To try and distract himself from the bad thoughts, Jack looked around the gym.

The north side was filled with middle school kids, whose school had also been attacked. Several of them were either talking with friends trying to keep it together, or crying in fear. Several counselors moved around trying to calm the wailing students. The south half held Jack and the high schoolers. While shaken up, these older students refused to cry, probably for reputations' sake.

Jack saw Vince in the West corner, glaring at everyone and gripping his phone with a vice. Jack probably guessed the ginger was worried about his dad, who was a cop in the town, not a very high-ranking one (that spot belonged to Sierra's mother), he was still probably outside, where it was unknown if the beasts were killed, or killing.

Sierra sat in the East corner with her friend. Both girls were talking quietly in watery, brittle tones. Sierra's eyes were watery, and her friend's tears were spilling over. Jack knew both of Sierra's parents were out there, as her Mom had evacuated everyone and her Dad had directed them to the gym; no one had even questioned the parents' strange clothing. Neither had called her yet apparently.

Jack brought his attention closer, to the two kids on either side of him. Miko's head rested in his lap while Raf laid against Jack's hip. Both younger kids had passed out from the emotional stress of the attack. The raven haired boy had removed Raf's glasses, which now sat on Jack's backpack that laid at his feet. His hands rested on either shoulder of the two sleeping kids. Even though he didn't notice it, Jack radiated a faint sliver aura that filled anyone nearby with a sense of calm, like they were being protected.

He sat still as a statue as school nurses (and a few doctors that had been running an immunization clinic in the lunchroom earlier that day) moved among the students and checking them over for injuries. As much as Jack wanted to call one over to double-check that neither Raf nor Miko had any injuries, he couldn't bear to wake them. They were traumatized and needed rest. He laid his head against the cool surface of the wall and gasped as a vision sucked him in.

He stood next to the edge of a cliff, two stones lay in front of him. The stones were far enough away from each other that they couldn't have been spouses, but he could tell they were related. A sense of Déjà vu washed over him as he looked at the first stone, the one with a scattering rose emblem engraved on it.

Summer Rose

'Thus Kindly I Scatter'

He knew he'd seen that somewhere before, but he couldn't place. Jack turned to the second one and the feeling rushed forward again. This one as of a darker stone, with a less elegant font and an engraving of a star with cracks running through it.

Obsidian Ebony

'Bravery comes in many forms'

Jack felt a wave of pain hit his heart as he read the gravestone. He knew this man. He didn't know how but he knew it. He knelt down in front of the stone and gently traced the words on the stone with a finger, just to make sure it was real.

"Hey," A voice said in front of him. Jack looked up to see,

Himself.

Or rather, a man who was older than him, about mid-twenties, but looked strikingly similar.

He had Jack's face shape, with the same blue eyes. His raven hair was longer, shaggier. He gave off a confident air that Jack severely lacked. The man wore a gray half sleeve shirt under a high collared black vest that ended at his knees. He had two crisscrossing belts at his waist, each side holstering a gun. Each gun was attached to a pair of gauntlets by cables and each gauntlet had vials of what looked like the Dust Jack had stolen from MECH. He wore dark gray pants that had several rips and tears in them. The pant legs were tucked into black combat boots and he had knee pads and a chest plate on.

"Hey kid," The man said again. "What're you doing here?"

"I...I don't know," Jack replied. "Who are you?"

"I'm many things. A Huntsmen. A son. A father. A husband. A champion," The man gripped at the small pendant that hung around his neck. Jack couldn't see what it was. "A sacrifice."

"O-Oh," Jack stuttered. He felt so inadequate next to this man.

"Don't be."

"What?" Jack looked up at the man.

"Don't feel inadequate compared to me."

"How-"

"You've seen things and done things some people can only dream of," The man said. "You protect people out of instinct, you're modest and kind. You've got Huntsmen blood in you kid. Be proud of what you've done."

"But, I can't protect people like those Hunters can. Like Mr. and Mrs. Miles can," Jack said. "If it hadn't been for Ms. Snow, I'd be dead."

"She helped because it was her duty," The man said. "But soon, you'll take the first step towards your destiny."

"My destiny?" Jack asked with a chuckle. "Seems a little cliché don't you think?"

The scene around them distorted and a voice cut through the air.

"Jack? Jack?"

"Yeah," The man said like nothing had happened. The scene around them began dissolving, the landscape around them beginning to crumble. "I guess it is a little cliché for your dead old man to give you a big ol' "Destiny" talk. But who cares?"

"Wait, my old ma-?"

"But Onyx, don't be afraid to stand up for what you believe in. Your power is there, you just gotta unlock it."

"Onyx?"

Everything fell apart and he fell into darkness.

Jack was awake with a small jerk, eyes snapping open. Standing in front of him was Sierra, who looked at him in worry. Miko and Raf weren't laying on him anymore, but were looking at him to. He shook his head.

"Hey guys what's wrong?" He asked. Miko looked at him sadly.

"The Hunters came in," She said. "They're unconscious, but the woman in the red cloak asked for you."

Jack's eyes widened and he stood up. "Where are they?"

Sierra nudged her head towards the door. "In the teachers' lounge. They didn't want to startle the kids."

Jack nodded and in silent agreement the four kids left the gymnasium.

"We weren't told who was in the room," Raf said. "But Vince went in a while ago and hasn't returned."

"Which would be a relief," Miko said in a bright tone, before her tone fell. "If...if we were 100% sure there weren't more creatures out there."

After three turns and a jog through the main office, they stood at the door labeled "Teachers' Lounge" Jack knocked on the door without hesitation. After only moments of waiting, a woman opened the door.

She stood about 6' 3" with light blonde hair in a bun, sharp green eyes behind thin rimmed glasses, and wearing a white blouse, black skirt, black boots and a purple cape.

"Good, you're all here now," She said shortly. She opened the door and beckoned them inside. Once all four were in, she shut the door.

Ten people laid in various spots around the room. One woman was walking around rather quickly, checking on each person who was unconscious. A man sat with Vince in one corner of the room, sipping from a mug of coffee.

The woman was tall, with a pale complexion, turquoise eyes, and orange hair. She wore a black vest over a white shirt, pink skirt, silver harness, white and pink high tops, and had what looked to be a grenade launcher attached to her back. The woman turned and when she saw the group she ran at them, enveloping them all in a hug, talking so fast it was hard to understand.

"OhmyDustyoukidsarealright!Novaareyouhurt?Onyxareyouokay?Scarlettthankgodyou' 'tseenyousinceyouwereababyyou'resocute!"

While it took the others a second to figure out what the woman had said, Miko squealed in happiness and hugged the woman tighter.

"Oh my god, Mom! I missed you so much! How'd you get here? Is Dad here too?" She asked, not as fast as the woman, but pretty fast.

"Miss Valkyrie," The blonde woman cut in. "While I'm glad you've found your daughter, there's still the matter at hand."

Valkyrie looked sad for a minute before nodding. She and the blonde led the kids over to where Vince sat with the man. Vince's eyes no longer held aggression, but a sense of exhaustion mixed with humility. The man turned to them and stood.

"Greetings," He said. "I am Professor Ozpin. I see you've met Professor Goodwitch and Miss Valkyrie."

"Yes sir," Jack replied. Suddenly he felt very nervous, this man radiated a sense of power. He seemed to attract respect, much like Optimus, but he seemed much more casual, less grim.

"Now I bet you are wondering why you were all brought here." Raf shifted on his feet and Sierra averted her eyes.

"To talk with you...I guess?" Jack said nervously. Ozpin smirked.

"Yes, Mr. Darby," He said. "Though where to begin is a tough decision."

"Perhaps you should start with the story of the Aurora," Glynda said. Ozpin nodded.

"Sit, please," He gestured to four chairs on the side of the table. The children did as told. "Now, the situation I have called you all here for began years before any of you were born. An American vessel called the Aurora appeared off the coast of Mistral, a kingdom that is part of a collective group called Remnant. Neither the crew nor the Huntsmen that received them knew how they'd gotten there. There'd been nothing on their radars to indicate land, and they couldn't locate anything after landing. The sailors described the world they came from and were shocked at how different Remnant was from other parts of the world.

"After several days of cooperation between the two factions, communications were re-established with America. However, many in Remnant agreed that it was too dangerous to become involved with the rest of the world. And for very good reasons. Remnant is inhabited by creatures called Grimm, the very things that attacked you all today. They are creatures attracted to negativity, fear, grief, sadness, and anger. The likelihood that Grimm would spread to the rest of the world was high. Another reason why Remnant wished to stay isolated was because of this,"

He pulled out a crystal, green and glowing. The kids all felt a breeze coming from the crystal.

"Dust an essential natural resource in Remnant, much like coal in many parts of Earth. However, Dust is," Ozpin glowed a dull green and the crystal glowed brighter, followed by a much stronger wind. "Different. There are many types of Dust. Earth, Fire, Water, Wind, Ice, Gravity, Steam, and Lightning. Each type embodies the element of nature its name stems from. Dust is essential to life in Remnant, as it powers our homes and defends our borders from Grimm.

"The sailors of the Aurora saw the powers of Dust and wished to bring it back with them. However, several Huntsmen stopped them, as they knew the dangers of Dust. Unfortunately, one sailor didn't heed the warnings of the Huntsmen, and somehow activated a crystal of Lightning Dust, killing himself and a quarter of the Aurora's crew. The United Nations wanted Remnant to come forward and join them, admitting the deaths were not the fault of Remnant. Remnant however, didn't want the attention, and asked that their admission be kept top secret.

"Eventually, the Grimm were hunted to extinction, and corrupt officials in the Councils of Remnant felt that Huntsmen and Huntresses were no longer needed. Several groups rose in opposition, but Huntsmen and Huntresses were eventually cast out of Remnant. Split up, given fake names and lives, they were to live out the rest of their days in peace.

"However, due to recent events, Huntsmen and Huntresses are needed once more. This recent attack only increases the support of that."

"Um, Professer Ozpin, sir," Sierra asked in a shaky voice. "Not to be rude, but what does that have to do with us?"

"Well Ms. Miles," Ozpin replied. "Did you notice that during the attack, both of your parents wore clothes that would have fit something out of a fairy tale? How it was only them and a handful of others that responded to the attack rather than the local police? Or why your father, a teacher, had a sword and shield?"

"I-It crossed my mind."

"Well, that is because all of you are gathered here because you are the children of Huntsmen and Huntresses. Each one of you having your own powers and the potential to do great feats."

The five kids were breathless in awe.

"B-But how do you know we can?" Raf asked.

"I know you all have the power because one of you have already displayed your Semblance subconsciously," Ozpin stated. "A Teleportation Semblance that carried the user and two others over a distance of two hundred miles, through solid rock, concrete, and metal. All in the fraction of a second. Quite powerful for a first time."

Jack felt three pairs of eyes on him. Vince and Sierra only looked at Ozpin in confusion.

"Semblance?" Vince asked.

"Semblance is the physical manifestation of one's Aura, or soul. It manifests as a...superpower if you will," Ozpin explained. "For some it appears as super strength, others as clones, speed, polarity, and so on and so forth. It is unique to the person, however certain Semblances are shown to be hereditary."

"So it wasn't that piece of Dust I found?" Jack finally asked, having worked up the courage.

"Yes Jack," Ozpin said. "Quite impressive."

"I-I guess," Jack said.

"What did you mean by us being the kids of Huntsmen and Huntresses?" Miko asked. She looked over at Nora, who was tending to one of the passed out Huntsmen.

"Huntsmen and Huntresses are the guardians of Remnant. They rank higher and are far more powerful than any soldier. The occupation was created alongside the four Hunstmen academies with the intention of defeating the creatures of Grimm. For many years Huntsmen and Huntresses protected our world, until they were sent away that is. These warriors were trained to use their Aura and Semblance for combat purposes, and became and elite force that held no ties to one specific kingdom.

"As several members return from the shadows, we find just as many missing, incapable, or dead. Thus, it was decided that it is necessary to train a new generation of Huntsmen and Huntresses. While they won't have the lifelong training of regular Huntsmen, their training will enable them to swiftly defeat Grimm and protect the populace.

"What are you trying to say sir?" Sierra asked.

"What I am asking," Ozpin said. "Is for you five to join us, train to become defenders of our world. Hone your powers, forge your weapons, and fight alongside your parents to save the world."

I know. Shorter chapter than the last with not much revealed. Yeah. Sorry I really just thought that last line was a great place for a cliffhanger.

Trust me the next chapter will be better.

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