And the light spreading everywhere at the same time touched on him. It knew the light was gonna reach him no matter how much it escaped. It washed over it. Lighting it, cleansing the impurities, spreading a bliss and warmth over it's existence. How very disgusting. It rejected the light. Light stopped despite it meaning breaking the pre-written rules for its existence. The Light felt rage for the first time. And the Dark responded with glee for making it fall into its level. And then...

Jaune woke up. Feeling grumpy and cursing over the beam of sunlight coming from the hole on his curtains that was covering the window. Like a sharp knife through a well cooked meat, the light stabbed through his sleep. Sitting up, he checked the time from his scroll. Exactly 6:00 at morning. Deciding trying cram in a few hours of sleep will just be a waste of time, Jaune get up from his bed.

Taking off his beloved onesie, he liked how it covered his body and how it felt safe, he neatly folded it and put inside his drawer near the bed. After 2 minutes of thinking he decided not the wear the bunny hoodie he had for once and went for a short sleeved hoodie he wore much rarely which of course had a small bunny logo on its left side of the chest, exactly over his heart like a target.

As he finished up dressing he did the necessary morning rituals such as taking a short but refreshing shower and brushing his teeth and slightly messing his blonde hair after drying it to give his signature charm to it, he would never think of changing it to something else than slightly messy wavy hair, it would look ridicilous.

As he went downstairs he saw the family sword Crocea Mors, also known as Yellow Death named after his ancestors's skill and vicious wars it survived. It was sharp and durable even after all those years, made by a very skilled blacksmith , even when compared to current state of metallurgy it was a masterpiece. Jaune wished he could wield it like his ancestors did but he had no training. He kept exercising on his own. He did worked on jobs that would help him hide his muscle mass until his parents caught on but ultimately failed to convince them to let him be a Hunter.

He wished to be a hero, to be a light that gives hope to his fellow man but Jaune Arc was someone who got rejected from his wish. He could never become the man, the light he wishes to be unless he did something drastic. As this thoughts wandered in his mind, he had already went and poured himself a bowl of Pumpkin Pete's. Energising but not so very healthy yet ultimately a very tasty meal. They sometimes covered actors and various other celebrities on it sometimes. The last one was some red haired girl or was it a boy? And current one was from a TV show. He wondered if he could be famous enough to be a cover one day

Jaune Arc the Hero

It had a ring to it. He wouldn't mind burning on a stake if he could be a hero that good. Shaking his head he finished his bowl.

He decided he could do a small jog, to burn extra calories he gained by his sweet meal and gain some stamina. As he travelled through small town,or village according to some people not that he cared a lot about it the difference, he saw people opening up their shops. The Blacksmith Johns were waving him and offering him to craft a full plate armor which he kindly refused. The Baker Michael was throwing him a small donut for helping him out last week and many other local businesses greeting him, the town guards changing shifts and saluting him jokingly as he pass, these reminded him more of his dream. He didn't want to be a hero simply for fame or glory. Those were nice bonuses but Jaune wanted to spread this happiness he saw. He wanted more people to be as happy as Ansel in mornings. Yet Jaune was rejected from his dream. He slowly changed directions and went back to his home, giving his good mornings to his parents and siblings, asking the man of Arc household, his father, to train him only to be rejected by him and getting told he is too late to be a hero and should settle on Ansel. It was a day like any other. And at the end of the day Jaune went back to sleep while thinking of the heroic deeds he wanted to achieve but dreaming the Light and Dark again.

The Light and the Dark fought, neither dominating the other. Both realised their existence was similar yet opposite. Both realised they were equals and both realised they were brothers. So they accepted each others existence. Eons passed until they figured out their existence and some many more until they mastered themself. And then...

Jaune woke up. Hole on his curtains were fixed long time ago but he gained the habit of waking up with sunlight and never managed to shake it off. Today was also a big day for him. It was the day he was supposed to be drastic. His dad was on a mission. The family sword got its polishing to stay ever so pristine was last week. His application to Beacon was accepted. It was his time. Jaune Arc took the Yellow Death from its place. Neatly hided inside a sports bag alongside his onesie and other necessities. He went outside, seemingly doing another jog like he always do. No one realised he was going towards the village gate and that he was doing it during the 4 minutes of shift change where rhe security was much more relaxed. Relaxed enough for Jaune to sneak past and went inside the forest near the Ansel without getting detected. All he had to do now was finding a vehicle to carry him to Kingdom of Vale from nearby settlements. These were the thoughts going through his head when a Beawulf jumped on him from the nearby overgrown bushes. With help of his luck, and some mercy from Gods perhaps, he managed to dodge the attack.

Jaune reacted the creature of Grimm with fear and a excitement that was slowly building in him. He pulled out the the sword from his bag, pulling out the sword and attaching the sheath to his hip. Grasping the sword with both of his hands Jaune waited for Beawulf to lunge again after it landed and turned its back. Which it did pretty slowly. Maybe it was underestimating Jaune or maybe it wasn't expecting its suprise attack to fail. They were like dogs in a sense. If you were to forget attacking innocent humans part.

Suddenly Beawulf tensed. Jaune saw it on slow motion, perhaps thanks to adrenaline spiking up in his blood stream, as it jumped on him again with a claw raised up. Mustering all of his strenght and all of his self taught sword skills Jaune slashed towards Grimm with and over head slash. His eyes closed due to fear. Opening his eyes he couldn't believe his eyes. Grimm's arm was on ground, cleanly cut from his slash. Maybe this was gonna be easier than he thought, maybe he could really become and hero. With a smile Jaune turned his back to the arm he cut. Only to see one armes Grimm's uncut arm swing towards his head and splatter his brain to nearby tree.

How very unfortunate.

Jaune could swear he heard someone. Which was impossible because his ears were on ground and away from his body.

Oh please Jaune, as if that would stop me.

Jaune was having hard time to understand what was happening, maybe it was because his brain was smeared on a tree.

I see. You are not really in a state to converse. Very well it seems we will rush this one through. I will be back soon Jaune. For you will achieve immortality.

Jaune Arc woke up. There was no Grimm and no weird voice. He was just sleeping under a tree. He would have felt a lot more believing that was just a weird dream. But seeing a bloodied tree covered with what seems to be bone and brain particles was kind of a mood killer. With nothing else to do, Jaune Arc vomited.

Hello guys it is I. I hope you enjoy my story.