The idea that there are those who believe the vastness of the universe is empty is a gross ignorance, and dangerous naïve way of thinking. Perhaps in your immediate area, or even in your solar system, your kind is the only ones to reach a certain tier of civilization. But to assume there are not others who have vastly advanced even beyond you is inviting a cloud of safety and security that is easily broken simply by the slightest shred of possibility that life outside your world exists. Though, the need to deny is not out of rejecting the logic, not entirely one could argue. No, the reason there is doubt is due to the lack of knowledge and the eerie uncertainty of what you might find. And there is indeed reason to fear.
For just over Remnant's sky, many in the outer rim of the kingdoms were treated to a meteor shower, chunks of rock burning up and eventually disintegrating upon entry. A colorful and joyous event to see, and for many, it was a rarity to have a serene distraction from the impending doom around that lingers around them on a daily basis. Though, in the small coastal village of Acre, a bright albeit small meteorite appeared to be staggering upon entry. It created a moment of confusion to the denizens for a few minutes, that is, until they heard a bone chilling crack echo in the distance, followed shortly by a deafening boom as the meteor was apparently so large that it had blown apart upon its entry. There was a moment of relief and jitter amongst those who witnessed such an event. To witness something like this would indeed bring many stories for the folks to share with travelers and amongst themselves for years to come. Though, as the town's folk shared jovial laughs all around, only one had kept her eye on the sky. A frown was etched in her expression as she watched the fragments of the space rock fall unto the sea. The fragments of the meteor were not descending how they should've.
"Sadiq." She nudged the man next to her, whom was sharing a joyous laugh with a fellow villager. The man peeked an eye to her, when she gestured to what she had been seeing, his eyes furrowed. He stood up rather quickly, catching the attention of others around him. As the eyes of the villagers gazed back to the phenomenon they had just witnessed; fear and confusion reseeded as they all took notice now; the fragments were not falling with the rest of the meteor into the ocean, they were spreading out, seemingly gliding in their descent. To the ever growing fear of many, one of the fragments broke off strangely, it appeared to curve completely; and it was aiming straight for their village. Mass panic broke out as the villagers were beginning to scurry and run towards the forest. And with each passing second, the fragment was glowing brighter, indicating the eventuality of impact. The man named Sadiq and the woman quickly scurried with their fellow villagers into the forest, stopping only when they saw many of their friends run out of the forest and back into the village.
From the forest, they heard growls, glowing red orbs peering from the abyss that the reality had set in; the panic from the village had drawn several unwanted guests to them. Those with training took up arms with whatever they could get their hands on, others huddled into a circle, hoping to find safety amongst their kin. And as the creatures emerged from the forest, blood dripping from their jaws and claws; hope was fading with each passing second. A giant beast of black and white had emerged from the thickets, resembling a wolf of sorts standing upright on its hind-legs, its hulking armor and streaks of red and amber on its plating gave way to assumption that this was the leader of its pack. Those around it were at its call, simply waiting for a bark of gesture to read as an attack signal. However, it would never come. Before the creature could continue its tread, a bright light gave away the arrival of the fragment, but much to the surprise of many, the fragment did not strike the village, but rather; it hit the alpha head on, destroying it and the few other wolves around it. The sudden impact caught the villagers and creatures off guard as the gusting winds from the crash blinded all.
As the dust began to settle, the villagers were able to see the force of impact from the fragment. It was ironic, there was no question of it, considering what caused them fear and brought to them what would've been certain death; ended up destroying the creature they feared by crashing atop it. Of course, as the dust cleared, a collection of gasps passed amongst the villagers as they were treated to the sight of a perfectly circular green orb, standing within the crater it created without so much as a scratch on it.
"Pa, what is that?" Came from a young child in Marcus' arms, her small hand clinging to his tunic as a collection of similar murmurs echoed amongst the huddled villagers. Without warning, a singular light poked from the orb, followed with was a vertical line that opened up rather quickly, startling the folks as they were greeted to what was apparently inside the orb. None saw what Marcus did, not at first glance; there, kneeling on the ground, was a figure cladded in pristine white armor that covered a good portion of its torso, sleekly protected his arms and legs, and a helmet that gave off the appearance of a the upper half of a shark head with a single gold ponytail protruding from the upper back of the helmet. Its face was covered by a visor, but its features were eerily similar to human in appearance.
The demonic wolves were unsure how to react, some growled, others appeared confused at this newcomers sudden arrival. One was brasher than its kin, pouncing unto the thing that killed its leader, only for it to stay hovering in the air, held back by a single armored hand grasping its throat. The creature flailed and growled at the uncanny strength this newcomer had, swinging wildly at it, only for the armored newcomer to instantly flaw his palm a certain way, snapping the beast's neck with ease. Those around flinched as their brethren's corpse was tossed aside, slowly disintegrating into nothing. They watched as the newcomer reached for a small marquise-shaped gem on his chest. A small flash of light illuminated from the gem as a handle materialized with the light. It gripped the sword, unsheathing it from what most would say was its chest. And without warning, the armored individual dove straight at a group of unprepared wolves, its sword completely materialized and already having decapitated a trio of dumbfounded dogs.
The rest soon took positions and charged at their enemy. As they did, his free arm was placed across his chest as the gem glowed brightly once more. A lozenge-shaped shield materialized, stopping the wolves in their tracks, and with strength not meant for something it size; easily backhanded the beasts away.
The villagers were in awe, more so with each passing second. This unknown, who they assumed was going to destroy their village, was now saving them from these unknown creatures. The youngins were in awe and delight. Never did they think to see such fighting in their little village, away from the big cities and unforgiving neighbors of bandits and raiders. It was truly an inspiring moment to see such a thing, almost like reading a book of a knight in shining armor come in to save the townsfolk from the creatures of darkness.
The adults, however, were wary. Whatever this was, yes it was helping, and they were indeed grateful, but there was a nudging question in the back of their heads; who or what is this? It fell from the sky, and it came to their aid at the moment the most needed it. To many, they saw this as divine aid; a warrior sent from on high to protect the believers of the Brothers. Though, a select few had other theories, and none were of the supernatural kind.
The sixth wolf to charge had done so with a high pounce, hoping to put enough wait unto its opponent so that another of its kind could strike while the armored unknown was occupied. However its plan was foiled when it felt its torso fly too farther away, and land just in time to see its severed waist and legs land beside its head just before disintegrating.
The rest followed suit. It was over in matter of minutes; the creatures stood no chance, it was clear to see. Though, the warrior remained eerily still, its head glanced around, taking note of the villagers that seemingly when his head turned to them. Of course, without giving them a second thought, his shield dematerialized and his sword was sheathed back into the gem on his chest. Once the blade was sheathed, the hilt disappeared, and the warrior placed two fingers against the side of his head.
"Pearl, report." A command, though also with a sliver of plea to it.
'Seventy pods made it to the surface; forty three were lost in orbit. Dropships One, Eight, Nine, Twenty, and Twenty-nine were destroyed upon entry into the atmosphere. All hands are reported lost. The remaining dropships were able to enter atmosphere and are deploying their forces as we speak.'
The unknown cursed through grit teeth as he received the status of his forces.
'Infestation-heavy zones are being cleansed as we speak, reports hint at assistance from the organics; however, they also report that the organics are unaware of what the infestation is. It would seem they know as much about this as we do. I suppose there's a first for anything, even for organics.'
The warrior glanced to the where the remains of his foes should've been; now only the essence of the dust they disintegrated into remained. "What is the status of the first wave?"
'First wave; effective. The infection has been pushed back substantially; however, it would seem the affected areas range farther than what our scanners reported. The organics have a majority of their forces elsewhere, their settlements are entirely defenseless.'
"How could those useless Peridots allow this to happen? Why didn't the scout bots report this sooner?" He growled into his headset.
'I do not have an answer; however, the other teams are reporting successful cleansing operations on their sides. Whatever this inorganic infection is, their numbers are still relatively small, there is a chance we can quell and contain the spread of…' A prolonged silence followed. The warrior tapped his helmet, fearing it too was damaged from the crash.
The murmurs from the villagers peaked the warrior's attention only ever so. But upon his seeing them, their eyes were glued to the northern sky. Turning to where their attentions were, his head locked in place at the sight of two pillars beaming high into the sky. The sun had been rising; giving way to the light of day, however, the voice that followed next would instill a greater amount of fear.
'Leader, our scanners are picking up anomalies across the board.'
'Radiaton flare! Lethal levels rising at our location. The organics are falling in droves, Leader, advise!'
'The ground is shaking all around, our spires are crumbling…the temple's structure won't hold ou-'
'Leader, a horde of the infestation has sprung from nowhere; we're pinned down, requesting immediate support!'
Their voices echoed in his headset, countless of his troopers shouting out their separate situations as he took in all their information, trying to prepare a strategy amongst the unending pleas from his soldiers. This was not what their sapphire had predicted; their operation was a simple cleansing of the anomaly spreading farther as the seconds passed. If the invasion progressed any worse, the injectors were already on standby, all they required was a simple order. Just as he was going to demand silence, their shouting stopped, almost immediately. The warrior was confused, his head turned towards the sky, the last of the dropships had just entered the atmosphere, swarming through the sky in their perfect formations, but they made no noise. In fact, taking a moment to think it through; no wind had been blowing, the sea was eerily silent. The two pillars of light, one a brilliant white, the other a deep shade of violet fused for a short moment, then just as quickly, shrunk into nothing.
"Pearl?"
The voice that answered would forever haunt him. 'Moon….RUN!'
A wave of white flooded the land, enveloping all in its grasp. The warrior felt the light, it dug into him, attempting to find and purge something, and yet failing to do so. Glancing towards the villagers, with widened eyes he watched them all follow the example of the infestation he had slain earlier; they became dust with the flowing wind. It was not long, a quick and possibly painless experience.
The warrior felt incapacitated by the wave of light, falling to his knees, he gazed weekly at his army, the ships in the air had seemingly lost power, descending rapidly unto the surface, the voices over the comms had become pure screeches of terror and static as the warrior attempted to get back on his feet. His ships had lost all control, the sounds of them crashing onto the planet were heart-wrenching, more so the ones that struck and burned across the landscape. However, as he gazed back at the sky, his eyes bared witness to two beams of light shooting into the sky, striking directly into the moon, shattering it. And with it, their last hope of ever returning home.
The warrior could only grasp towards the sky, reaching for something he could no never obtain again as symmetrical lines covered his shaking body. Within seconds he fell onto the dirt, exploding in a cloud of smoke before revealing only the oval gem on the ground, alone.
The sun had finally risen above the horizon, shining down upon the now silent world, marking the end of an era, and the dawning of a new age.
That was over fifty-five hundred years ago. (5500 years)
The world has changed since then, how could it not? For in the time since this other worldly force made its desperate attempt to fight back the creatures of darkness, there has not been a single mention of the old world, for few lived on to remember it. Strange enough, humanity resurfaced once more, igniting the flames of Remnant's newest chapter. With them, though, came another collection of beings; the faunus, similar in every way save for a few noticeable traits, and certain abilities originally pertaining to animals. Cities and kingdoms began to spring up once more, and had there been a chance, perhaps even a chance for them to advance to the point of being able to venture outside their world for a short time. However, with this new era came a hindrance that would stagnate the people of Remnant for years to come; the grimm. Soulless, mindless beasts, capable of neither pity nor mercy. Their only purpose, it seemed, was to wipe out all of humanity. And as the centuries passed, it became more and more apparent that their goal was slowly becoming a reality. Though, they could never seem to finish the job just yet.
Time passed in the blink of an eye, the ruins of the old world were either buried by the planet, demolished to make way for the new cities that would soon sprout, or they were forgotten in their entirety. Regardless of the reason, the new had already begun to make its mark, with humanity and faunus now fighting against one another in a seemingly endless struggle for dominance, stopping only when they were forced to face an enemy they shared; the grimm. The infestation, if given the ability to speak, would probably remember the old world. Though, there would be no fondness or nostalgia to go around. Centuries of conflict had shaped the world to the point that only four kingdoms withstood the test of time.
And what of the other worldly beings that came down at the end of the first age? It would've been easy to assume they had all perished with the Light brother's magic…though, to assume such things would also be an ignorant sense of security. For simply because one has not heard or seen of them, does not mean they have been swept under the annals of uncertainty and legend. There might be some existing, far from sight, and hidden deep away from the eyes of humanity. Their purpose for remaining obscure is their own, though, it does not mean there are not stories, passed down from generation to generation of sightings.
One such, a story once told as a means to keep children away from an unknown deep in the heart of the forests soon became a collection of inspiration.
The likes of which have been written off, waved at as nothing more than a story to tell around the table of a warrior wandering the forests surrounding Vale, hunting and eliminating the beings that bring fear to the smaller isolated settlements of the forest. Rumors and stories? Fairytales, you may call them. But within these tales lies a shred of truth. Regardless, it has not stopped generation after generation of hunters and huntresses to venture forth and seek out this wanderer. Though, none have ever seen the warrior long enough to so much as throw a greeting their way, only a small glimpse and the being returns to anonymity. However, for however long the glances were, the descriptions were always the same.
Sitting in his office, watching the students go about their day with ease and lack of care in the world, the headmaster of Beacon stands with his usual cocoa-filled mug, drinking its contents with ease. Or rather, it was the contents within the mug that gave him a momentary sense of ease.
For on his desk was a collection of reports from the hunters under his watch, all of which were reporting the same thing; their contracts for clearing grimm were all complete, but not by them. They all tell the same story, all of which was nothing more than a repeat of what he'd usually receive this time around. Being around as long as he has, there was a time the headmaster believed himself to be one of the oldest relics of the old era, to hear reports of a wandering warrior that slays grimm would garner a speck of interest. But to have heard the same stories and rumors for thousands of years, gave the ancient being a sense familiarity. For the longest time he had been hoping to find this mysterious stranger. Whoever this individual was; they were able to keep the grimm numbers in the south-eastern coast of Vale to a number that none had seen as of recently.
In fact, if he wasn't mistaken, many of his old alumni were once children inspired by the wandering warrior, smitten by his deeds and acts of bravery against the creatures of darkness. One in particular had even claimed she had seen the wanderer himself. Of course, she was not able to capture and transport the wanderer to Beacon. Much to the headmaster's dismay. However, one detail she listed of this particular individual, that caught the headmaster's attention; he didn't appear any older than her or her classmates. In fact, she even had gone on to state she could not guess as to what age he was given that his facial features, while appearing human at first glance, were actually much more different than she expected. Of course, that was solely due to the fact that she could barely make out anything with him mostly wearing a set of sleek armor, clean and proper, shining so brightly and such a standout she was amazed he hadn't been spotted more often.
Though, that was long ago, and that alumni has long since passed. But the stories have not ceased, and this wanderer, if proven to be real, would garner the interest of all of Remnant; particularly since he was a being that had been alive for centuries. That in itself brought with it wisdom and knowledge some had could only dream of.
The speaker atop his desk dinged, catching his attention before he could gaze towards the Emerald Forest.
'Headmaster, the teams you've requested are here.'
"Send them in."
On cue, the doors to his office opened, revealing six young huntresses, and a sole male hunter in training entering cautiously. These seven were, by far, the more prominent of the first years this time around. The first team, RWBY, an odd collection of students to be sure, but talented nonetheless. Their leader, a prodigy was at the helm of her team, standing proud, but also mostly meek at the sight of the headmaster. Beside them was team PRN, a rare three hunter team, standing just beside RWBY. The famous Pyrrha Nikos leads this small teams charge after their previous had been permanently held back due to injuries from a previous engagement. The girl had potential, alas; it seemed she was not ready for the tasks of being a huntress. Sending her home was a heart-wrenching ordeal, much so that there was legitimate reason to keep the student for logistical and tactical missions. However, her family was rather vocal with what was to be done, and the young Joana Arc was returned home to her family…in the southeastern coast of Vale.
A plethora of ideas had gone off in Ozpin's head, particularly how easy it would be to send this team off on an extended mission, while also lifting their spirits.
"Professor Ozpin, you wanted to see us?" The young scythe-wielder, Ruby Rose, asked meekly.
Ozpin allowed his facial features to ease slightly as he organized his scattered papers. "Indeed. Recently there have been reports of increasing grimm activity in the rural outskirts of outer Vale. The classifications are relatively common grimm with the occasional Alpha here and there. Multiple reports and request arrived from the settlements asking for assistance in regards to culling the grimm population. An area that has been estimated to be similar to or doubled the area of the Emerald Forest. A mission of this length would require a select few veteran hunters, and perhaps even a few of Beacon's finest to assist with the operation."
The bubbly red-head of PRN perked up significantly at this, she took a few feet forward, her eyes glistening with interest and glee. "So we're gonna smash some grimm?"
The other students appeared conflicted, and the headmaster did not blame them. This was their first mission since the incident with Joana, and a few weren't too keen on setting out on just yet. The new leader of PRN in particular was the least motivated. In actuality, she appeared more annoyed with the idea.
The headmaster was quick to lay that notion to rest, though a bit of him wish he hadn't. "No, Ms Valkyrie, that will not be necessary. Hunters have been dispatched, and have already sent in their reports; all grimm have been exterminated from the area." The girl's enthusiasm deflated rather quickly, and it gave way for curiosity to grow amongst his students. "The grimm were all cleared before the arrival of the hunters." Ozpin watched as the eyes of his students widened. "And as of yet, the hunters have not come up with any theories as to how these grimm were wiped out in less than a week. All they've reported back is what the locals have given them." Their eyes, it burned with interest, of course they would. Of group of trained individuals went in and cleared out such a large area of grimm in so little time, it was no wonder it caught the headmaster's attention.
Ozpin sat down calmly; he had reached into a thick folder within his desk, dropping it unto his desk. The loud thunk from the folder had a few of the students wince. "All of the locals reported the same thing…they've always been reporting the same thing; long before I became headmaster, and long before Vale was even a forethought." He had them hanging on his every word, particularly due to the lacking of information he had revealed. Thinking clearly on how to proceed, the headmaster glanced to RWBY's leader for this particular conversation. "Ms. Rose, tell me, what do you know of the knight of Diamont?"
She seemed taken aback by what she assumed was a random question, though, she was indeed in for a surprise.
"U-u-u-um, well, my dad used to tell me stories about how a knight in pure white amor wandered the forests of Vale, killing all grimm and protecting the settlements. They say he wields a sword that can cut through grimm like butter, his shield can deflect any amount of dust…" At that, her partner huffed, scoffing ever so subtly. "And nothing can pierce his armor. He moves as swiftly as the wind." It would seem the young huntress had unconsciously begun waving her arms around to emphasize her point. An endearing trait, that of which her fellow students seemed to agree on. And it would appear she motivated Ms. Valkyrie to do the same.
"He's as tall as an Alpha Ursa, stronger than a Goliath, and without a second thought he dives straight into a herd of grimm." She proclaimed with a sugary filled glee. It would seem the young teen was familiar with the tale as well, and if someone asked the headmaster; he would bet on the girl taking notes from the stories to incorporate with her fighting style.
"And he's been seen everywhere; from Atlas to Mistral, Vacuo to Vale. Even Menagerie has stories of their own of the wanderer." Ruby finished, her eyes lighting up with giddiness.
"But…" All eyes fell upon the heiress, who had her arms crossed, and a look of mild irritation on her face. "Those are all stories, fairytales people tell around a campfire. And the stories have been passed down from even before our grandparents were born." She stated, deflating the glee in the two girls in front of her.
Ozpin knew exactly what he was playing into, revealing this shred of information to these still young heroes in training. However, where the experienced hunters failed, perhaps these fresh minds could find something the others could not. So much was spent behind closed doors to locate this individual that many had begun to accept that he was simply that; a myth. But Ozpin knew better, and if there was even the slightest hope that the legends were true and this warrior could be swayed to fight by their side; humanity might just have a fighting chance. Assuming, of course, they could finally locate this individual, and if he was even real.
"Perhaps, but from all the accounts we've received from the townsfolk in the area they all say the same thing; it was the knight. Regardless, I am assigning teams RWBY and PRN to investigate. Your mission is simple; you will visit three different settlements that have not been questioned; you will scout the forest for a period of two months and will report back after the time period has concluded." He gently shoved a folder forward; causing Ruby and Pyrrha to walk forward sift through the file. "Knight or not, we must ascertain the cause of such a mass culling, and determine whether the individual/s are friendly, or foe. I think we can all agree, anyone, group of solo, that can exterminate such a volume of grimm is one that would benefit by putting their abilities to more productive use." The headmaster stated, leaning back into his chair as the team leaders continued glancing through the information.
Both Ruby and Pyrrha only needed a minute more before both stopped on a single page, one Ozpin intentionally slipped in. The two girls glanced first at the page, then to one another. They were already plotting something, of that the headmaster could guess without even keeping an eye on them now. Their eyes hardened before turning to their headmaster and nodding.
"We accept the mission, Professor Ozpin." Pyrrha affirmed, gaining a faint chuckle from the headmaster.
"I was not aware I was giving you a choice in the matter, but I appreciate your willingness to partake in the mission, Ms. Nikos." Ozpin rose from his desk, his eyes hardened as he was now about to send them off on a possible goose chase, but even then, this was a possibility he could not ignore.
"You will leave immediately, pack essentials and depart on the bullhead on helepad three. Keep in mind; this is purely an investigation mission. Canvass the specified areas, and do not wander off; most of the forest near Diamont has not been charted, and there is the very real possibility there are remnants of grimm still in the area. Keep your eyes and ears open, there is a chance you might catch something the veterans might've missed. And above all else; stay safe, all of you."
The seven students nodded once before heading out to prepare for their mission, all the while, their headmaster remained in his tower. His eyes fixed on the Emerald forest, wondering if this mission would bear any fruit. There was only one team before them that came remotely close, but they failed to bring in this warrior. So now, the headmaster could only sit and hope.
Meanwhile, in the heart of the Diamont forest, near the peak of its larger mountains were the ruins of what appeared to be a temple. The pillars had long since crumbled, the area surrounding the temple had become treacherous, pitfalls and certain species of vegetation acted as a perfect defense to keep outsiders away. For within the center of the roofless temple, sat a single figure, starring up at the night sky. It has been countless nights that he has seen the shattered moon above him, eons have passed since he had awoken to a silent word, devoid of life.
This was the last place of solace for this figure; the only place he felt at ease, away from the loud creatures beyond the forest. Here, there was calmness, and serenity, nothing like the rest of the planet. Though, as he gazed upon the moon, and the countless stars above him, his mind wanders, as it always did. Questioning his purpose for being here, and wondering who and what he was.
No being had we he did; a stone embedded into his chest. And none have lived as long as he has, countless faces came and went, nothing ever stayed the same. Changing, everything was always changing, but not this place, not the temple. For some odd reason, he felt at ease here, it all felt familiar somehow. It was as if he belonged in this place. Though, it also saddened him to see his home deteriorate over the years. the pillars now much smaller, the trees and fern grew just enough to cover the bits of the temple closest to the forest. For a time, there was nothing but him, wandering around the empty world, fighting off these infestations as he searched for someone, anyone like him. Nothing. And yet, when he stood atop the damaged platform, gazing at the moon; eerily so, he felt as though there was someone gazing back.
Sitting atop a cracked platform, he continued gazing towards the stars, remembering only once having ever been caught by an organic. And what broke his stoic façade, if only for a moment; were her silver eyes. It was only ever for a short period of time, though, he would never openly deny it was one of the few times he enjoyed the company of an outsider. For almost twenty cycles he had not seen her again, to which, the feeling of loneliness had begun to seep in again.
The sudden sounds of howls in the distance caught his attention as he stood up, realizing his programmed duty, he prepared his tread in the direction of the infestation. He may not knot know, or remember why he was left here alone in this forsaken world, though, there remained one certainty among all this chaos; the infestation must be purged. Reaching into his chest, he draws his weapons once more, walking ever slowly to the only thing he could do now, the very thing he was created for; to fight. On the back of his armor, clear for all to see: a lozenge-shaped insignia with a single brilliant color; white.
Okay, so, I really shouldn't be doing this, considering I have another set of stories in the works. But after watching the Steven Universe movie, I had this brewing in my head and I really wanted to write this. And in all honesty, I've been contemplating writing a story where our lovable blond has the abilities that Overwatch's Sigma has…but after a ton of brainstorming I got nowhere with that idea. This one, though, I have plans for. Don't be confused, this in no way is connected to Jaune the Fusion Huntsmen by Madko Ota Sanchez. And unlike their story, where I assume Jaune is still human, in this story our blond, and a select few others, mostly canon characters, only one or two ocs, will be very much Gem aliens. (Or I'll have more Gem OCs, you never know.) And no, there is no genderbent/twin with the whole Joana Arc thing. She is an arc, but a separate character all together.
The only fusions possible will be between humans, faunus, and gems. Maybe grimm, if I can work my way around that particular issue. But make no mistake, we have aliens on Remnant. How? What's their purpose being on Remnant, and is this in any way connected to the Steven Universe…universe? It shall all be explained further on in the story. But believe me, their presence on Remnant is not what you think. And every so often I'll have an updated list of the gems and their alias on Remnant.
Now, on a quick note, and I know there will be that one person who didn't read this A/N, the gems are by no means 'saviors' or 'guardians'. For this story, think of them more as wardens. I'll let you ponder on that. Also, here's a freebie; Jaune is a moonstone. The rest shall come as a surprise, others might not be.
Gems:
Pearl – (N/A)
Moonstone – (Jaune)
Like my Rally to Me story, this will mostly be written for fun, and I hope to have moments the characters can enjoy before eventually landing on the heavy shit. Oh, and the eventual pairing on this has not been decided, I don't usually considering pairings until later on in my stories, mostly to see how far each of the characters have come, and thinking what makes most sense, or, and this is very rarely, I pick a pairing I enjoy.
I hope you readers will stick around to see the antics I've thought up for this little universe.