Fade-in to an image of Beacon Academy.
"Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past."
The gems in the image glow green and fade to show simple pictures of a man rising from the earth before being surrounded by creatures, barely held back by warriors.
"Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness — creatures of destruction — the creatures of Grimm - set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void."
Black sets in, then suddenly lessens as a light grows brighter and brighter until a gem rises from it and lowers itself into the hands of man.
"However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "Dust"."
The scene zooms out to show men shooting lightning, raising swords, and aiming rifles at the retreating beasts as a castle appears behind them.
"Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life."
The castle zooms out to show a map of Remnant, which houses other buildings until they disappear in flashes of white and the map is lowered to show the scattered moon over a city at night.
"But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone… darkness will return." A grave, dark, and distorted voice said.
Roman Torchwick and four of his henchmen head down an alley from the shadows. They stop behind Roman, who reignites his cigar without touching it and grins before walking down the road, frightening nearby citizens as they make their way towards the shop From Dust Till Dawn.
"So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called "free world", but take heed… there will be no victory in strength." A soft, and motherly tone spoke.
Roman and his henchmen enter the shop, the camera lowering to a young girl wearing a hooded red cloak in the corner of the shop, reading a weapons magazine.
"But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul."
In the shadows, his white emotionless eyes stare at the people below him, robbing a dust shop was low. He never understood why humans bothered stopping criminals, they'll either eventually break out themselves or be broken out by someone else. Then again to him humans were pawns in the greater scheme. The world was like chess, the immortal witch was the black piece, the reincarnated wizard was the white piece. Him? He was the aftermath, he picked up the unexpected players.
He was brought out of his thoughts when he saw a man fly out the window, what followed was a little girl with a giant scythe and a red hood. The girl radiated nothing but a optimistic view on life, what a pitiful way to live. As quick as he came he left, disappearing into the shadows.
Once the Wraith reached his destination he was surrounded by his allies. The Spectre was one of his most fierce fighters, he stood around 6'0 and had white eyes. He was dressed in yellow combat clothes with throwing knives surround his arms, combat boots, two kitanas, and a kunai. He wore a face plate to cover up his mouth giving him a more fierce appearance.
On his right was The Revenant, he was the more calm headed of his allies, preferring strategy over just strength. He had orange like eyes and stood at 5'11". He was dressed in a dark blue combat clothes, had throwing knives on his arms, and had a ice mask covering his face. His arms were glowing a light blue which was because of the ice inside his body.
And in the middle stood himself, The Wraith was dressed in all black. He wore black combat clothing with a hood on, he wore a face mask that covered up his mouth, his white eyes looking down on anyone that opposed him. He had a sickle lodged into his shoulder which didn't bother him, where it was stabbed was slowly oozing black energy.
"Kill the guards and any huntsman you see, I'll deal with the warden."
His two servants nodded, Specter teleported in using his flames and Revenant turned into an icy mist and teleported in. Using one of his portals he walked through it and he was instantly inside the wardens office.
Catching him off guard, Wraith opened a portal beneath the warden, as she fell through halfway he closed it leaving the upper half where the chair once stood. Screaming in agony as blood flowed out or her and onto the once sparkling white floor, her organs falling out as well. She slowly died of her wounds.
As he walked out of the office he saw most of the guards were killed along with huntsmen. Wraith walked towards the prisons control where a mic was currently dangling. Picking it up, in the middle of the cafeteria stood Spectre, Revenant, and Wraith's clone on stand by.
"Listen up. We're looking for warriors who aren't afraid of killing lots of people for freedom. We don't care who you are and we don't care what you've done, because quite frankly, we've probably done a lot worse. All we want are men who can follow orders and hold their own on the battlefield. We're goin' to war, folks. Now, our enemies are weak, but there's a lot of 'em, and they've got a couple of good warriors on their side. But...! If you survive, you'll be allowed to live out the rest of your lives as free men. (Prisoners murmur amongst themselves) Now, if this idea doesn't sound like your kind of job, we'll let you in here. But if you're ready to fight for your freedom, then please, firmly grasp the bars of your cell in a sign of solidarity."
As some prisoners grabbed on to their cells some just thought the trio were crazy. Suddenly all of those who weren't grasping their cells were brutally killed by Scepter, Revenant, and Wraith's clone.
"Congratulations, you're hired."
With that Wraith slowly started teleporting his now new warriors into his castle, teleporting there himself he began giving them gear to train with.
As they left Wraith began walking towards his throne made out of darkness, sitting down he stared as his new pawns trained for the war that was to come.
Beacon Academy
Ozpin was currently looking at the news, there was a recent prison where prisoners, guards, and huntsmen were killed. There was camera footage capturing the Wraith's back, his face couldn't be seen but Ozpin knew immediately who it was.
Gripping his mug tightly, close to breaking it. He muttered "So, you've made your move."