The war has torn Remnant apart. The Hunters have failed and Grimms now lay siege to the city. Everyone we know and love are gone. But there was still a chance to set this right. A chance to change things... for better or for worse. And sadly, the only candidate left was the weakest among them. But perhaps... it was enough. Fan art by Keji Springfield!

Forced to admit that Crocea Mors didn't feel right in his hands—no matter how he held it—Jaune Arc struggled to overcome this obstacle through the insane idea that Aura could become more than just the armor that protected him. Barriers broke as he pushed past the limits of what Aura was capable of, creating and forging his very own weapons from the manifestation of his soul.

"I'm just a normal guy trying to be a normal guy." Jaune muttered. Pyrrha couldn't help but laugh. "Jaune, you haven't been normal since you got into Beacon." And she was right. He was just a kid in the wrong place at the wrong time with the right Sword. All he wanted to do was help people... and what better way? AU, J P centric, Arkos. The Rewrite. (warning)Slow updates.

Jaune once had the desire of becoming a hero. While that desire still remained, he had a new goal by the time he tried to enter Beacon. But while he may have entered Beacon, it wasn't as a student, much to his own surprise. And now he must contend with the perils of his new job whilst preparing to combat a great threat. But can he do so when darkness is all he now sees and knows?

When Professor Ozpin sent Qrow Branwen into the out-lands, searching for a mysterious creature which had been decimating Grimm numbers, Vale's darkest Huntsman never expected to find a young man wandering Remnant's loneliest paths. And he certainly didn't expect to find potentially the strongest Huntsman in generations...even if he is a little bit broken. (DISCONTINUED)

Prince Jean of Armorica (aka "Jaune Arc"), has never cared much for a hunter's life, preferring instead to study history within the Royal archives. One terrorist attack later and he finds himself thrown into Beacon for his own safety, conspiracy abounds as he makes allies and enemies, all while being haunted with strange visions of the past.

She was cold, and she was also feared by many, even her own brother feared her. She had long ago accepted that she was dangerous. She was fine with being alone, she was a loner anyway. She was sure that even her own blood would fear her to. Yet she didn't think she could ever bear her son fearing her, even if they're not related by blood.