Remnant is a large place. Filled with evils and terrors even worse than the Grimm. Those who cannot get into these Huntsmen academies often rebel and fight against them. Though, most are swiftly put down and handled by the local police or the verified Huntsmen. Generally, the rebel trainees leave the city in which these academies are located. They move out into the wilderness and work as mercenaries. Some are a little bit more rebellious. One such group wreaks havoc on the land of Mistral. It was a small group of Haven dropouts who became mercenaries, but after a while with no work, they turned their backs on the region. Becoming a clan of young boys and men who would terrorize, steal, and take other young kids into their ranks. Before long they would become tyrants. They'd take that name in stride, becoming the Mistral Tyrant Clan. Categorized by their violent acts and fondness for moving in the dead of night, they've become far more of a problem than the Grimm. There are few places safe from them in Mistral. The coast, mainly for its production and goods movement. Then, the academy itself. Haven is like a fort, not to mention the many strong Huntsmen that are there all the time. It'd be hard for them to attack, so they don't bother. A violent group like this is hard to escape from. Victim or member, it's all the same. There is no way out. The endless cycle of despair continues, well, unless you're one lucky guy.
Waking up in a cold sweat is a brown haired boy. His face was covered in an icey wetness. Pushing the blankets off of him and pushing his knees to his chest. He sat for a moment, calming himself down and wiping his face off. Another bad dream for Terra. The now seventeen year old kid who spent the last two years running from them only to be chased in his dreams. Being the only member to do so, well, as far as he knew. Getting onto a boat salling for Vale, he ended up being accepted to Signal Academy. One of the primary training grounds for trainees, before going to Beacon. A tireless student and one trying to forward himself. Lucky enough to be taken in, as well.
He took a moment to get out of his bed, pacing for a few minutes, trying to get into his proper headspace. He took up his broadsword and started to practice his swinging. Terra was quite the tall guy. His physique was not fitting of a seventeen year old, but he worked hard for it. He was getting into a nice groove. Working in the small space he had, his mind drifted and closed. He cleared his mind and took one deep breath. Putting his weapon back down and sitting on his bed. Everything was clear once more. He'd be at Beacon in a few days and sooner, closer to his goal of dismantling that dreaded group.