Author's Note:

IMPORTANT AU CHANGES. VOLUME 6 SPOILERS
- All of Salem's Inner Circle doesn't exist, save for Salem herself. They replaced entirely by Original Characters.
- Ozma's Reincarnation doesn't have him take over the host's mind until the host's body dies, at which point the host's mind will merge with Ozma.
- Mythical Creatures were real, but almost all of them have been wiped out
- Special Grimm exist. They will be touched upon at a later point in the story.
- The Lost Fable and Fall of Beacon still happened, only with Cinder and her goons being replaced by someone else in the latter.
- Neo was killed by Grimm during the Fall

I'll keep this short and sweet. Welcome to my first shot at a fanfiction. I hope you enjoy, and please leave constructive criticism in the comments! This means that negative reviews are fine, so long as you provide ways for me to improve my writing so I can provide you readers with a satisfactory experience! Without further ado...

Reborn Anew Chapter 1

In ancient mythology, the symbolism of the majestic Phoenix bird, which is most often connected with the Sun, dies and is reborn across cultures and throughout time.

Flashes of green and vermillion were the only things that illuminated the darkened corridor. He clashed weapons with her, sending the sound of bone meeting metal echoing through the chamber. He never stumbled as his opponent disengaged, backflipping away.

Using her powers, she melted the floor underneath her, summoning ice crystals and hurling them at him. He deflected every last one of them with superhuman speed, darting left and right. He dashed forward, making a feint with a jab only to bring the blunt weapon down on her head. She stumbled, stunned, and he used the opportunity to land a flurry of jabs, which managed to strike past her cutlass.

She growled as she stumbled back, raising into the air. A tornado of flames appeared around her, making it clear that she was getting ready for a powerful attack. Deciding to prepare, he slammed his weapon into the floor, a spherical force field forming around him. She finally finished charging, unleashing a powerful beam of fire towards him as he leapt forward, the barrier protecting him.

As he closed in on her, the barrier cracked more, and more, and more. He was so close now, and with all the power he'd been charging, if he could just land this hit, he knew he could defeat her. As she was mere seconds away from being in his range, the shield shattered entirely. He had barely any time to even think before his body was engulfed by the inferno. Right before he met his end, he wondered to himself, "Just what was I thinking, giving away so much of my power with conditions that would allow someone like this to gain a quarter of it?"

Kiara awoke to the cries of a rooster. Lying down, she tried rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes. As she did so, she groggily checked the time on her scroll, but groaned when she saw that it was three in the morning.

"Looks like the old bird had gotten his timing messed up. Dumb chicken's stupid crowing must have been the reason for the weird dream," she grumbled. Groaning, she turned in her bed, covering her ears with the pillow as she felt her eyes fluttering shut...

Before she was greeted with the unwelcome sensation of the blankets being ripped off of her and the familiar screech of an old woman for her to get up. She shook the sleepiness out of her head, sitting up and rubbing her messy orange hair. She looked to the source of her voice, finding a very annoyed adoptive grandmother.

"Wake up, you lazy child! You're supposed to be awake at six!" Kiara's eyes darted to the clock hanging from the wall, which was now illuminated by the morning sunlight. They widened as she noticed that it was already an hour past her normal waking time. She jumped out of bed, giving the older woman a quick, "Sorry Nan!" before rushing outside.

The young faunus worked harder than normal that day to make up for the extra chores she had missed in that first precious hour. She spent the whole morning doing her usual jobs on the farm, collecting the eggs from the hens and such, finishing her morning duties earlier than usual and scarfing down a quick meal.

After lunch, she realised that her nan was still displeased at her for the late awakening as the old woman assigned her to milk Ol' Betsy, the most aggressive and uncooperative of all the cows in the farm. She almost groaned when she heard what she had to do, but shut herself up as she felt the murderous vibes her old woman was giving off.

Treading over to the cow reluctantly, she gave it an unenthusiastic wave. Betsy just huffed at her, almost seeming to realise that Kiara had resigned herself to a fate of getting kicked in the face. A little wrangling later, she managed to get the struggling bovine under control, milking it as quickly as possible before dashing away. Lugging the heavy bucket of milk over to her satisfied nan finally earned her a short rest.

Kiara chose to spend her free time outside, enjoying the cool afternoon breeze blowing through her back length locks. She wiped a little sweat off of her forehead, groaning as she realised how drenched her bright orange sleeveless top was at the moment. Fortunately, she hadn't had the same issue with her similarly coloured skirt, and gods forbid that she ever wear her white stockings or detached sleeves when doing her farm work. She adjusted her small red cap, mentally thanking it for blocking out the heat earlier, and lamenting the orange peacock feathers on her arms that seemed to trap the heat.

Deciding to take her mind off of the negatives of her day, she gazed out at the peaceful countryside, the white Mistralian mountains that loomed over them seeming like giant guardians. She spotted Team MOON, the local huntsman team from Haven that protected the small village from the minor Grimm that surrounded it, walking by the farm. She gave them a greeting and friendly wave that they returned before all moving on with their day.

Kiara's eyes scanned the area, their owner sighing a little. She knew it wasn't perfect or exciting, but this idyllic lifestyle was one she enjoyed. Sure, she wished to go on a grand adventure one day, but the fair skinned teen was pretty sure that wasn't ever going to happen. So, she decided she'd try to be happy, living here on the farm with her nan, protected by the huntsmen and making a decent profit for their efforts, enough to allow them to live in relative financial security.

She was ripped from her thoughts by her grandma calling for her to return to work, and return she did. After a few hours of hard labour and giving the pigs their slop, she eventually closed the doors to the farm fence, locking it and returning to the small house. Here, she found her grandmother already making dinner for her.

"Hey Nan." She greeted tiredly, giving her grandmother a small wave. The old woman turned to face her, a stern look on her face as her silver eyes gazed over her granddaughter. She was harsh with discipline, but Kiara knew that her harsh words were her way of toughening her up to face the harsh world when she passed away.

Nan was an intimidating person, even as an old lady. Her white hair was done up in a bun, and she wore a simple blouse. Despite her old age, she was as fit as a fiddle, and was very much capable of kicking Kiara's ass if she ever misbehaved.

Then again, that was to be expected from someone like her. Back in the day, she had been a legendary huntress, but she had long since stopped being physically fit enough to battle giant Grimm. Now, the only thing that she regularly hit was Kiara when she misbehaved, but she was a good, if strict, parental figure.

She headed to her small room for the time being, gazing out of the window at the same sight she had seen earlier. Now, under the shroud of darkness, it seemed much more mystical. With a sigh, she crashed onto her bed, where she would stay for a few moments. Eventually, she'd sit upright, looking in the mirror at her own reflection.

She took in her image, silently judging her current look. Her lavender eyes, her fiery orange locks tipped with seafoam green. All in all, not bad, but definitely nothing too crazy, at least if you asked her. She played with the tips of her hair, twirling it around her finger as she gazed lazily into the mirror. She gave it a confident smile, one that showed that she had no idea that her life was about to change forever, for better or for worse.

Before it actually happened, if someone had told her what would come next, she might have laughed, having assumed that they were joking. But now that it was actually happening, it was an entirely different story. Someone, or something, had just spoken in her head. More worryingly, it knew her name. Not Kiara, her middle name and the one that she usually favoured. Her first name, her legal name, her real name.

She stumbled backwards in shock, falling onto her bed. She looked around for the source, but found nothing. It hadn't come from any direction, instead sounding like it was inside her head. It wasn't her voice, she knew that much, as it sounded male. It was calm and gentle, and yet there was a hint of authority behind it. As she continued to search for wherever the voice had come from, she recalled the words that the strange disembodied voice had just spoken to her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," the voice had said, "Miss Ozara."