With a soul rested in somewhere beyond it's natural environment, there a great power is promised. One man, one woman, whichever, they are given not one but many lives to complete until the next. Located in an infinite loop, our job is never finished until all is turned off and we lay dormant in a dark void of absolutely nothing. No explanation is promised, but we pray that the darkness vanishes instantly and have the light return on... That is known as the big bang theory.

-Age five-

I don't how but I remember laughing in joy as I played with my toy sword, tending to myself as I imagined defeating countless Grimm. I longed to be a hero, to stand on a pile of vanquished foes as the sun would shine on me... My silhouette visible to symbolize hope, victory, a protector of the innocents. Naivety covers my vision until upcoming years to where then... the truth would start to settle in my childhood. There, the real start of living shall begin.

-Age eight-

Clad in slacks and a dress shirt, I wait for my 'father' to come back from a quoted, 'Long day of work'. But verbally and at times physically, striking down on helpless innocent Faunus does not count anywhere long devoted or even remotely 'hard work'. The endless days would break or kill off each individual, a friend lost, a family devasted... My life, corrupt...

Idly watching those who had sweat pouring down their dust ridden faces was I intrigued. Never once had I quite even considered the possibility that they were even upset with this slaving. However, the crack of a whip with someone's cry always made me jump as I'd hear shouting would normally send me into a fit of uncomfortable questioning. What had happened? Who was hurt? Why did there have to such loud noises that weren't good?

Night time would finally arrive and I would be eating dinner by myself in my room. I'd make sure not to even make a sound similar to a mouse's squeak, for if I ever dared to, I would break the sound of silence and worry myself over nothing, which in actuality, was very well something. And then I remember, it was the constant ruckus of crying of infants in the night... to then be silenced by more continuous shouting and a canon's boom that quieted everyone. Guns normally did that.

All the more did it make it more of a struggle to sleep in my perfectly king sized bed. I just didn't know how grateful I was, the workers would normally sleep on the poorly conditioned cots or even the rough, deathly cold, creaky, wooden floors.

-Age 12-

Hard work was only expected at this time of my life, the training to be a Huntsman wasn't now but in due time. Now was the time to begin preparing for being enrolled into an academy suitable for me. School was very much involved in my youth. Every day, someone's life would be tougher because of my doing. I never found out why I ever had a motive to torment innocent Faunus. No matter, it would always leave me baffled when arriving at my house. Hearing the pleas of stopping and laughing from those who were just as disgusting and treacherous as I was truly evil.

One day, I had asked my parents why is it that Faunus is the lower under of society ad human stand supreme. A long useless explanation of expected bantering was given and I couldn't believe my ears. Had I say what was the truth behind right and wrong, a fist would always find its place on my face. A new bruise would support itself until I was brainwashed into believing lies and more lies...

But truth be told, it was not the beatings that would spark my horrible behavior towards Faunus, it was merely my own will that chose for me.

Only then, would the truth set me free... But years would soon ensue for my grave to lower to depths that I didn't even think were possible.

-Age fifteen-

Responsibilities would stack upon my shoulders, not nearly as much as the workers had at the mansion but enough to keep my current years of a teenager occupied. Shipping crates of rare and important of dust to warehouses scattered along the lands of the Winchester estate. Driving from location to location would give me more of the hardship that was endured by the Faunus, further killing me on the inside. Most boys my age would be crazy for being able to drive, but I simply couldn't enjoy transporting supplies when those serving us would lose a piece of themselves, all because of our differences.

The following months leading to December were getting harsh, especially on me. The Faunus were left to deal with a source of warmth or where their next meal would come from, which person would be kicked out due to the overpopulated number of workers. Those who couldn't carry their own weight were driven out or executed due to resistance.

During my time, the White Fang's actions were increasing and those running hard labor camps were targeted. Our sister's company, the SDC, were attacked more than we were. With the frequent riots between us Winchesters and those on strike, it was only a matter of time where the Faunus would get the drop on us.

-Age sixteen-

Weeks after my change of age, the Winchester estate was in a crisis. An attack was taking place at midnight and many of our defenses were breached. Along the night was followed by screams, cries, gunshots and the roar of fire engulfing the plantations. Those associated with the White Fang would engage the slave drivers or the soldiers guarding the estate, while the innocent Faunus workers would join the fight or try to escape from the land entirely. At the time, I was escorted out of the mansion by the soldiers and into the woods as I would look behind me to see the destruction of my home.

Before I could even leave, I was still in my sleeping wardrobe as well as drowsy from the sudden wake-up. I couldn't even ask where my parents where. God only knows why I would even think of such, I was only dragged by the men who worked for my mother and father. 'Move it, move' was all they would say as they would drive the Faunus workers along with me.

There we would be, Faunus adults and Faunus kids my age would sprint their damnedest through the knee-high snow as the soldiers would protect us from behind. As I would soon find out that my father's men would call for an evacuation, we all ran towards the only means of escaping out alive. Heavy pants would follow as we trudged through the forests, branches skinning and slowing us down. Temperature below 40 degrees, the moon completely revealed and our only source of light to guide us through the dark.

Run. Running was all we could even think of doing. But when we heard the all too familiar sounds of howling, our blood matched the temperature of the wilderness. We... had all stepped through the beasts' territory. Their land. With 3 miles left to travel, every single one of us knew it would be every man for himself in a matter of seconds.

A high pitched shriek that was ended by an awful crunch had sent us all into fear. Behind us was a Beowolf feasting upon the corpse of a female squirrel Faunus. Her neck nearly eviscerated as the flesh between the monster's teeth proved so. It was all so quick, the yell of 'Mommy!', 'Open Fire!' and screaming of terror was all too much for a boy even at my age. I could only run as the tears escaped my eyes and hurt due to the harsh climate.

Several of the soldiers were picked off one by one with only six or seven other Faunus and 4 men left with me. When we heard the growls and roars of Grimm behind us as well as firearms going off, we thought it was the soldiers fighting them off. But in reality, it was the work of rounds going towards our direction, more specifically, the men. Each one fell stiff to the snow as the Pack gorged on their bodies.

The next occurrence involves us remaining eight being held at gunpoint by people clad in strange animal-like fur clothes on. These were White Fang members. The second they had laid their gaze onto me, they shouted curses and threats to me as they would point the barrel of their weapons down to my head. Right when I thought when I was going to be killed for sure, the hovering engines of a Bullhead emerged from the bottom of the forest's main ground. It was the escape that could've been granted to me if only...

Soon, the firefight between the White Fang and aircraft back up had taken place. I merely dropped to my stomach as a few White Fang invaders fell beside me, blood soaking in the snow. I could see one particular rogue Faunus male equipped to what looked like a rocket launcher of some sort. When he had taken him, he was shot dead in the chest before the means of destruction had gone off and created a booming explosion several feet from me. A constant ear-piercing ring filled my ears as my head couldn't think straight. All I could witness was the oncoming horde of Beowolves that would soon prey on us mixed species.

Coming after me ...


"Cardin, Cardin, wake up," said the voice next to me as I opened my eyes to meet emerald orbs. The feeling of my hand being gripped by someone else's had gotten me to understand who was with me, I was accompanied by my friends once again, every one of them. It was not a nightmare, it was a memory.

There ain't no grave that can hold my body down