Here's the final part of the Prologue.

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'So, this is how it ends.'

It had only been a few minutes since the great surge of strength had occurred, but already things had rapidly changed. The Great Grimm had sensed a massive surge of strength mere seconds after the surge had ended; clearly, a fast paced battle had occurred.

Then, a relative silence had ensued. Yet it did not last.

Soon, it felt another battle occur. This time, it recognized the combatants. Grimm who lived long enough could sense the power and nature of souls, and with them, the infinitesimal differences in the souls of each and every individual on Remnant. With its age and power, the Great Grimm could tell after only a slight glimpse at the trace of a dustling's soul whose soul it was, if it had met them before.

So it was that the Great Grimm realized that the person now fighting the ... Fall Maiden was one who had been present when the maiden had received her powers.

The carnage that ensued was ... stunning to say the least. It sensed the battle of flames vs. magnetism, with neither combatant giving the other any quarter.

It sensed the great one assist the maiden against its... no, her foe.

And, above all, it sensed the end of the weaker dustling.

Despite its grudge against humanity, the Great Grimm could not help but feel sad at the dustling's demise. Perhaps it was because the fight had been so close, or perhaps it was because of the defeated's brutal death.

But that was quickly forgotten with what happened next.

Another dustling, the fallen's friend, based on its reaction to its comrades death, had been reduced to tears. Then...

Well, the Great Grimm had no way of describing what happened next, beyond their being a sense of OVERWHELMING POWER!

... Perhaps the Great Grimm was wrong. It had sensed, no, it had SEEN this power before. It simply lacked any way to describe its affects in any meaningful way.

'So, at long last, a silver eyed one has arisen? One of the ones the master had shown special interest in had emerged', thought the old grimm.

'Well, if it has, I must inform the others. It may be time to take to the field once more.'

With that, the old grimm...

No.

It was not an old grimm.

It was not the old grimm.

Over time, it had regained its memories since before it had gone into slumber, and now it found the last, most important memory it had.

Its name.

'I am Etherion, and I must wake the others.'

A few days had passed since the incident at the Vytal Festival had ended. The threat had been contained, though Beacon had been lost to the Grimm. With this in mind, several parents had gone to personally recover their children from vale

Which brings us to where we are now.

"Well, I guess it is time to go."

"indeed it is, sir."

The secretary eyed her employer for a moment. He was sharply dressed, as always.

"Must you always be so flamboyant?"

"Yes."

"...Smartass."

"Ha, ha."

"So, then, how long do you think it will take to find your daughter."

"Not too long, I hope. Though I doubt that parting with her friends will be easy."

"It never is."

"I know. When we land, please remain here."

"Yes sir. And good luck."

"Thanks."

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While one man headed toward the fallen kingdom to seek his child, others began moving pieces in a game far greater than any could imagine. Armies began to mobilize, machines left to rust whirred to life, and hordes of grimm began moving to ancient lands, searching for something for answers to questions long forgotten.

And, silently, within a land forgotten to man, an ancient beast, having spent many years wandering, felt that soon, it would be needed once more.

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Okay, prologue is over and story proper will begin next chapter.

Be advised: canonical characters may have their personalities altered in minor or major ways to facilitate the plot. I hope you are comfortable with that.

Read and review. This is Flameal15k, signing off.