Time to shoot my shot out into the void folks. Out into the vast void of the internet, where it will be just be another drop in the ocean of the internet, but hey. Why do this if not for myself and anyone who might be interested in this. You eventually get fed up with just thinking ideas that you just want to actually make them reality, or at least writing them. This might be also a nice way to work on my writing skills, always could be better.

So yeah. This story is based works that are not my own, RWBY belonging to Roosterteeth and Assassin's Creed belonging to Ubisoft. They are the ones responsible for creating the fascinating worlds that have captured my imagination. Really found interesting these two worlds and what could be so yeah.

The fire burned a beautiful and treacherous color, a soft red nested within a bright orange; it was the same color as the sunrise not too long ago, when everything was as it should have been. Sol had been in the kitchen helping mom prepare breakfast and dad had been out in the field. It was just like any other day, so why did it have to end so differently. Did he miss something when he had gone out, what if he had stayed, could he have stopped whatever happened here?

The day had started just like any other; he had gotten up early in the morning to help his dad tend to the garden. Sol and his mom were still asleep, so Azul had to make sure to not make too much noise while getting ready for the day. The floorboards to the bathroom were notoriously noisy.

"I should probably cut my hair soon," he muttered to himself, as his brown hair had reached the point it was too short to style much but was still able to look like a mess. "Or maybe just go for the wild mountain man look dad has," Azul contemplated as examined the little facial hair had currently before, "nah it's too much upkeep," shaving clean.

"Though maybe I should update other parts of my wardrobe," Azul thought to himself as he folded the sleeves to his old blue button-up.

He took a second to examine himself as he stood in his faded jeans and worn-out roper boots, and though his brown short coat was also worn out, he didn't consider changing it out. He chuckled a bit to himself as he probably fitted a lot of city-folks expectations for how a cowboy would look, with the exception of missing the iconic hat. The getup did have a charm to it, maybe. Maybe.

Just before Azul might have started making finger guns at himself, there was a knocking at his door.

"Azul, you up?" questioned his father quietly.

"Uh-yes, sir? Responded Azul, as he stepped out to see his father.

His father stood on the shorter side, only being 5'4, and though it wasn't extraordinarily short, Azul always felt a bit embarrassed for being taller than his father, even if it was by a few inches. Though no one would be confusing who the father was in this situation, as his dad had a full-grown beard that he complemented with long, scraggly, brown hair. He was also a stocky fellow whose all his years of working a form outside the wall were demonstrated in his physique. His overall and dirtied red sleeves indicating that he had already gotten started on some work before checking on him.

"Good, I'm going to need your help counting the animals and afterwards you can meet me out in the field once you let them out." His father promptly told him, leaving before Azul had time to respond.

"Will do," Azul muttered softly before getting going on his chores.

It didn't take too long to get along with his chores and helping his dad out in the field; by the time they were done checking on all the needs of the farm they got back to find that breakfast was waiting for them. It wasn't anything too exciting as just a soup, but that wasn't the case for Sol, as was in most meals he made. Most of the time Azul tried to assuage his brother's feelings on how the food had turned out, if he could eat it and not get sick later, he saw it as a good meal, his brother seeking to make more out of making a meal than was necessary in his opinion. Still, it created a reason for him to spend more time with his mother, which was good in his opinion; Sol had always been more of a mama's boy growing up. He had been when he was younger, but his father took him out to work the fields with him at a young age. And though he was with his father, there was not much for creating the father-son bond as he was for getting work done.

Azul didn't begrudge his father much for it; how could he if the man was making sure to focus on supporting his family. And though he didn't spend nearly as much time with his mother as his younger brother, Azul did enjoy his evening classes with his mother. She had made sure that Azul never neglected his mind and manners, though Sol had been a little slow on picking up the latter. He had shown what his mother endearingly had taken to calling an artist's temperament, though he thought it was more a lack of learning consequences. That was something his father had ingrained in him as he was growing up. Though Sol was not recruited to the field, he didn't really get to live his Dad's philosophy.

"Morning Darling," greeted his mother as they came in.

"Morning Ma'am," responded Azul while his father merely hummed a response and took his seat on the table.

Though she was sitting down, Azul's mother's eye nearly met her husband's, their height difference further being accentuated as he sat next to her. She made her black-blue hair into a bun today and was wearing an orange-plaid sundress.

"Where's the boy?" asked his father, noting the absence of another plate.

"He already finished up, he said he was very excited about finishing a project today, so I let go early." His father only gave another hum in response to which Azul was pretty sure that it was a disapproving one, though he couldn't be a hundred percent sure.

"Azul could you deliver the groceries in the afternoon with your brother," asked his father, catching him off-guard as he needed a second to process what his father was asking him, though he did have much time to respond as his mother interjected shortly after.

"Wait a minute Gorm, you can't just send poor Sol to make deliveries after you found out wants the day to focus on his painting." His mother softly rose her voice, which was the most she ever did to show her agitation, it was still dramatic in contrast to his ever-inexpressive father.

"I need both boys to do some work today, the kid can get to his crayons after he's done some work today." His father responded as he met her eyes to carry out another conversation which Azul could not understand. Though he was able to tell who won the debate between the two when his mother visibly deflated. She quickly picked her shoulders up when she turned around to face Azul.

"Could you do me a favor sweetie," his mother asked sweetly, "when you are done could you pass by Mr. Corge's shop to see if he has any more paints or brushes to sell, I know your brother was disappointed when he passed by last week and there was nothing. I'll pay back anything you cover."

"Sure thing Ma'am," quickly responded Azul, "and uh-don't worry about paying for it. What kind of brother would I be if I didn't buy my brother a gift or two every once in a while." He chuckled nervously as he looked towards his father; he let no thoughts of his on the situation be read on his face.

"Oh, what gentlemen," his mother swooned a bit, "but don't you worry about that. I will feel much better if you let cover the cost of it."

"Oh-Ok," was all Azul was able to say, as he noticed that his father was almost done with his meal. The benefit of him not becoming more preoccupied with things other than eating, he supposed.

After preparing the orders and putting them on the wagon, Azul went to fetch his brother as his father got the horse ready. He came up to his art room, which also happened to be his mother's sewing room, her being happy to share her room with Sol when he had started to take up painting.

"Sol buddy?" asked Azul as he knocked on the door, his brother had insisted in the past that he not enter the room when he was painting.

"Azul? Do we have to go now?" Sol responded, sounding more than a little annoyed at being asked to step out.

"Sorry buddy, Dad should have the horses ready soon," Answered Azul, and he tried to cheer him up by passing the news that they were allowed to pass Mr. Corge's shop afterwards.

"I know, I know," the red head interrupted, "Mom already told me but I wish it didn't have to be today of all days, I could have finished today if I was left along all day."

"You were going to come out for dinner weren't you and what's the difference between finishing today or tomorrow anyway?" questioned Azul as his brother stepped out in his blue-plaid button-up and black trousers.

His brother elected to ignore his question before going into his room to put on some footwear, a fact that Azul hadn't caught until he saw his brother go into his room.

"Wait you were barefoot this entire time?" he pondered as his brother elected to forgo the boots and brown loafers and put on a black ascot. He made sure to brush his hair before leaving to go outside, and Azul questioned how he might risk making their father wait with all these last-minute preparations for a short trip into town.

Ultimately, both his brother remained silent on their way out, as did their father when he only handed Azul the rifle and went back inside the house.

"You want to drive?" asked Azul as he looked over to his brother, hoping onto the carriage.

"I think I would feel more comfortable with holding the gun on our trip," He brother finally giving him a response, an obvious one, but it was progress, nonetheless.

Azul checked on Charlie one last time before they got on their way through the dirt path to the nearby town. Azul took that time in order to take in the forest around the path, as many trees lined the path before ultimately giving way to open fields. Many small critters scurried at the sound of their wagon coming through, but Azul also got to see a few deer for a few seconds.

"That's not the wildlife you should have your attention on, you know." His brother spoke to him.

"They'll see the Grimm coming long before we do," Azul fired back, "they haven't needed any weapons or walls to survive the Grimm for this long."

"We may both be surviving but only one of us are thriving in spite of the Grimm."

"Boy, aren't you all dark and gloomy today huh," snapped Azul, "what happened, did you leave all your sunshine and rainbows in your art room?"

Sol sighed as he apologized towards his brother, "I just don't see why both of us had to come out to do this. Pops has sent you to do this alone before so why did I have to come along, it's not like I will be able to help any way."

"I mean we will unload faster so the trip shouldn't take as long as it usually does," proposed Azul.

"I'm sure that you need all the help you can moving around some meat and cheese," Sol gestured at their obvious difference in physique, as all though Azul wasn't very built in terms of muscle mass, he at least had some meat on his bones compared to his lanky brother.

"Maybe he wants us to have some quality time as I'm usually busy helping out in the fields and you're…" Azul gestured towards the empty air, "eh-creating right?" He looked towards his brother for confirmation.

"Yes," was the curt response as his brother looked at him with an incredulous look in his eyes, "Our father is concerned about thing 1 and thing 2 having quality time."

Before Azul could respond, a flock of birds flew out of the tree line and the horse began to cry out, and Azul quickly pointed the rifle towards the direction in which the birds had flown out.

"Anyone there!" Shouted Azul as Sol tried to get the horse to stay on the path, "If someone is there, we're armed!" After not getting a response, Azul turned the safety off on the rifle and motioned for Sol to speed up. As they kept going, Azul made sure to keep the rifle pointed till he felt they were a safe distance away. Just as he was turning around to face forward, though, the horse started to get agitated again, causing Azul to almost fall off the wagon when he suddenly heard it.

As they had moved long the path, the tree line on Sol's side had come back right up against the path, and from within, Azul could hear the sound of something heavy making its way directly towards him and his brother. And it was moving fast.

Sol had barely gotten the wagon to move far enough when the Beowolve that came barreling out it missed the wagon by a few inches. Once Azul was able to visually confirm that it was a grimm, he shot out two rounds immediately best he could at it, and brought the rifle up to aim. One of the rounds had landed as the beast flinched back before it moved to attack again, though it didn't get to do much as Azul let loose a couple more rounds after getting the creature in his sight.

Charlie had started to sprint along the path by this point, but Azul tried his best to keep his rifle aimed at the Beowolve until he could confirm it was dead. Once he saw the signs of the corpse disintegrating, Azul let out a sight of relief before remembering to look around to see if it was alone or came with a pack. By the time the horse had started to calm down, Azul felt comfortable sitting back down next to his brother.

"Shoot down and look around," Azul whispered to himself as he looked towards the sky.

"What?" questioned his brother, catching him speaking to himself.

"I got too focused on the one Beowolve, I could have missed if there were others with it," explained Azul.

"That's why I feel more comfortable with you holding the rifle, I don't even know that," said Sol, "thankfully there wasn't any others with but we should still reported to the sheriff when we get to town regardless."

"Yeah,"

"About how far did you say saw the thing again?" asked the bushy mustached sheriff as Azul had come to report the situation, while Sol went to Mr. Corge Shop after they had finished turning in the supplies.

"About 10 minutes on horseback going north from the town, sir," answered Azul.

The man held his chin in thought as he looked towards the map behind him that had pins strewn about it, "It could have been a stray from the hunter excursion we sent a few days ago." The Sheriff said, "We saw a worrying number of packs of beowolves coming from the northeast a week ago, so we asked for a hunter. Could have been that you came up on a stray that managed to escape."

The Sheriff stood up as he started walking out with Azul following him behind. "In cany case, it was a good thing you were prepared," Azul made sure to thank the Sheriff as he went to meet up with his brother, "Sheriff Milton and myself will scout out the area later today just to double check so don't you worry son."

With assurance that things should be alright, Azul started to make his way towards Mr. Corge's shop when he saw it. Smoke. It was in the direction of his house; and his was the closest to the town in that the direction. He immediately started running towards where the horse was while shouting for Sol. He went to cut the wagon off the horse with his hunting knife as Sol stepped out to see what was going on.

"Azul why ar-" he didn't get the opportunity to say much as Azul strode forward on horseback, telling him to get on. Whatever the brother might have said was forgotten when he saw the smoke and hopped on the horse. They rode Charlie as fast as they could past the sheriff getting out to see what all the commotion was about towards their house.

The scenery around them blurred as sped down the path, neither speaking a word, and the only sound they could hear was the galloping of the horse becoming one with their heartbeats. In their rush, however, they failed to see the black and white blurs crawling up behind them as they kept their attention on the road ahead. When Charlie had started to veer off the path, Azul tried to correct the animal before he noticed the grimm behind him. By then his wrestling with the horse and the shock of seeing the animals right behind him led to the horse falling and sending its riders flying forward. Azul didn't have much time to react as he brought forward his hands to shield his face as he landed and tumbled forward.

Azul didn't actually realize how far he had flown until he looked towards where the Grim who were attacking the downed horse. He had closed his eyes right before impact, and when he had opened them he was face deep in the dirt. His left shoulder was burning, and his head felt hollow, but he figured that all things considered, he could have gotten it a lot worse. Wait. His brother!

He looked around for Sol, and he saw him standing up not that much further along the path than himself. His clothes were torn on his elbows and left knee, but besides the few scratches on his face, he seemed in better shape than his brother.

His joy was cut short by the growls of the beowolves as they had started racing forward towards the rest of their prey. Not having time to unsling the rifle behind him, Azul pulled out his sawed-off shotgun, propped himself up on his left elbow, and let loose on the first three beowolves that got close. "One" counted Azul as he shot the first one that was within range, "two" the second one was able to gain more ground his shoot went left of the target, "three" this time his shot rang true the second beowolve crumpled towards the ground and skidded to Azul feet. The third one ignored Azul and sped past him towards his brother, Sol starting to scream and run, but the beowolve closing in fast. Azul turned on his stomach, aimed forward beowolves and, "four," shot it down. Unlike the other ones, though, this one still had some life in him as it stirred some more, but Azul beat it to it's feat as he shot it as he walked up to his brother.

"Ta-" Azul had started before he had realized that he had bitten his tongue on the fall and that his mouth was filled with blood. He hadn't even tasted the iron until now. No. Now was not the time to be distracted. He needed to get help to his family. The smoke had only gotten darker and bigger. They needed to be there now.

"Azul!" Shouted his brother, "there's more of them." His brother pointed towards where the grimm had last popped out, and he could see a few beowolves stepping out along with some red eyes from within the tree line. There had to at least be a dozen or more. They couldn't outrun them. Charlie was dead. The Sheriff was on his way, but how long would it take him to get here? How long had it been since they crashed? No! Keep focus. The Fire. His family. That was the goal, the priority.

"Take the Rifle and run Sol." Said Azul, or at least that is what he tried to say. He wasn't exactly sure what came out of his mouth, but he was sure his brother understood from the look he was giving him.

"Wha-"

"Take it and go," reiterated Azul, as he unslung the rifle with his right hand. He couldn't really move his left shoulder much, so it wouldn't be much use to him right now. He had his shotgun and hunting knife. Plus, the Sheriff was on his way as well.

Sol could only continue to look at his brother incredulously as his brother shoved the rifle into him and shouted "GO!" as he pushed him away. The grimm had all come out of the forest by this point, and all Sol could think was about how he was going to leave his brother would face the sea of monsters behind him. He was finally snapped out of his stupor when his brother pointed at the rising smoke of their home. Where their mother was.

Sol had let a few tears fall before he had turned, and ran towards the house, giving Azul some morbid comfort in them. He loaded a few more rounds into his shotgun before he brought it up and aimed towards the line of grimm coming his way. He took a deep breath in as they rushed in and aimed at the center of the pack; the spread should help slow the majority of them down, and for the other ones, well, the knife was about a foot long. Azul let out a breath and fired.

Two went down, and if the shots might not have killed them, Azul sure hoped that pack members trampling them did. The second shot ripped the head of one and seemed to have maimed one in the back, so he could confidently say that had taken 1 out of 14, maybe 15. Gods. The third tore through two and downed another one. They were closing in now. He didn't have time to take in the effects on his next shots as he just emptied his last three rounds in the weapon towards the incoming beasts. However many he might have shot down, he hadn't shot down all of them as one jumped with its jaws ready to chomp down on his throat.

Azul had holstered his weapon when fired off his last shot and barely had time to pull out his knife when the beowolve tackled him down. At some point, without himself realizing, Azul had brought up his left hand as the beowolve had jumped at him, putting up a distraction that saved his life momentarily. The beast clamped down on his forearm as it tried to rip the extremity off. Azul reacting before he had time to feel the pain had brought the knife into the right side of the skull of the grimm. The animal went still for a moment as Azul felt the pressure maintain for a bit before it was gone, though he didn't get to rest as he felt his right leg flare up. Azul wasn't sure how he had missed it, but at some point, when the grimm had tackled him down, another pack member had taken to mauling at Azul's right leg. Azul immediately went to kick off the beast, and as he moved the body of the slowly disintegrating grimm off him, he was able to catch another grimm going in for a bite as well. Narrowly missing sticking his foot in the mouth of the beast, Azul kicked the beast on the nose back.

"Where is the dammed Sheriff!" yelled Azul as he was pushed down with the claws of the grimm stabbing into his midsection. Azul stabbed the limb as many times as he could, hoping for freedom before he noticed another grimm circling him, waiting to pounce. Just about when it would have pounced to bite down on his head, had cut off the foot holding him down, allowing him to curl up just out of the attack of the second grimm and stab the one on him in the head. Not giving himself a moment of respite, Azul brought his knife to immediate threat behind him and got on his left knee, not feeling confident enough to try and stand up yet.

"That at least 4," Azul thought to himself as the grimm just surrounded him for a moment, "wait no, it should be 6 or is it 7?" he questioned himself as he took this time to start to reload his shot gun. The grimm continued to circle him, growling, and a few took a few steps forward when he wasn't looking only for Azul to turn to them, shouting them back. This scenario repeated itself as few more times as Azul finished loading his shotgun, at which point a grimm had decided to try and bite at his left knee, only to be smacked the shotgun. Another grimm took the opportunity to attack Azul in the opposite direction, it coming just a few feet close to maiming Azul before it was blasted to shreds. The other grimm not giving much of a reaction to this besides just growling.

"This is ridiculous," gasped out Azul, as the Sheriff still had not shown up and he still had to deal with, "4, 5, 6. 6 more of these bastards and I can go home."

Grimm continued to circle him as the pain finally started to register to all his wounds, his head pulsating as his bitten extremities began to burn. Not to mention that he was starting to feel dizzy, so he wasn't sure if he was going to be conscious for much longer. This needed to be taken care of soon.

Azul aimed his shotgun right towards the front, and as soon as he did a beowolve that was on his left side jumped towards him. Azul turning his aim towards it and launched himself forward. The beowolve stopped midair and clumped down on the ground as Azul moved his weapon towards in front of him, shooting all the grimm that happened to come down his barrel. Breaking out of the circle, he sprinted for a small bit before turning his aim back at the grimm that pursued him. "One," two of the three seemed to have flinched at the shot but only slowed down a little. "Two," he finished off the one in the center, but the one on the right was closing in on quicker than the others. "Three," fired off in the same spot as the beowolve on the left took the spot of his fall pack member. As he turned to the beowolve closest to him jumped and Azul dashed underneath it shoving it towards his right. The beast crashed into the ground as Azul turned his weapon on it, only to realize that he was empty.

"Crap," muttered Azul as he quickly went to put a shell in before the beowolve got up. The dark creature let out a single bark before it was blown apart. He let his shoulders sag has he started to load up his weapon with the last of his ammo.

"A dozen or more grimm and still no Sheriff," let out the exasperated teen. He closed his eyes for a bit as he just wanted to rest for a moment. He could have almost fallen asleep standing up until the smell of the smoke hit him.

His family! His brother! He still wasn't done.

Azul turned towards his house and ran as fast as his limp would allow him to towards his home. "Please be ok. Please." Prayed Azul as he still had work to do.

The fire burned a beautiful and treacherous color, a soft red nested within a bright orange. It was the same color as the sunrise not too long ago, when everything was as it should have been. Now everything was overturned, the fields and barn were burning, and he couldn't see any of the livestock out and about. He continued to push forward as he turned towards his house. The flames seemed to have done the majority of their work already, when he noticed two figures quite a ways away from the house. It was only when he came up on it did he notice the orange-plaid dress, the bright red hair on the two figures, and the trial of blood leading up to them. They were both horribly pale and did not seem to be moving.

"N-No," let out Azul, "Mom," he pled, "Sol."

He walked towards his brother to try and help him up, when he saw the pool of blood and mud underneath his face, it was then he saw the gaping hole in his brother's neck. "Sol,"

He looked towards his mother, whose face was beaten savagely, and was a gross combination of blue and white. He searched for a pulse but found nothing except ice-cold skin. "No"

Before Azul could inspect the bodies more, he heard the sound of coughing and some rumbling from some of the embers of the fallen house. "Father!" shouted Azul as he sprinted towards the area where he heard the sound.

When he arrived a hand had stuck out from the rubble of the fallen building. A hand he had never seen before, and though he hesitated for a second, Azul reached out. And let loose a scream as he tossed the individual out of the rubble before aiming his weapon at the white robed figure.

"What happened here!" Snarled Azul as he approached the figure.

The man gripping the right side of his stomach while coughing responded after a few seconds, "The Templars." Was the curt response before he started coughing again.

"I need more," responded the seething boy.

"The Templars were ordered to terminate the family," the answer creating more questions for Azul than answering, "I can't tell you why, but I can assure you that the man responsible for all this blood-" the man continued to cough, "the man responsible for all of the bloodshed is dead."

"Can you prove it?" asked the teenager, "that the this 'templar' you are saying was responsible for all of this is dead?"

The man reached into his robe with his free hand and produced a small red cross to present. "Their sign was on the attacker he was able to recognize me for what I am."

"What exactly would that be?" Azul grabbing the cross presented to him.

"An Assassin," answered the man to Azul's question.

"Doesn't exactly inspire trust."

"Sworn enemy to the organization that ordered the slaughtering of your family." The man's voice growing weaker now.

"There's more of them?"

"Many more, they control almost every aspect of this kingdom. But not every kingdom is under their thumb like Vale." No longer being able to prop himself up, lied flat on his back as his breathing became heavier. "I can give you a way to avenge your family, to get back at the Templars."

The man had started to pull off some contraption of the inside of his forearms, "take these," and "and my robe. Present these to the brotherhood and we will…" the man gasped for air, his breathing now ragged.

The Assassin would never get to finish his instructions, as after a few seconds of gasping for air he let out his last breath.

Azul stood silently as looking towards the dead man while the rest of his house collapsed. After a few minutes he stepped forward to examine the contraption that the man had taken off his arms. Fiddling with it almost cost him a finger, but he saw that it was a blade on a mechanism pushing it forwards. A basic format of the mechanical weapons many Hunters carry. There wasn't anything special about them from what he could tell, the same would go for the robe that he was wearing except for the design of an eagle on the hood. He ran the words that the 'Assassin' had told him before his end. He still didn't know what the assassin was doing here; if what he was saying was true; if the Templars had come to kill his family, why had he been here?

The Templars. He had called them an organization but said they controlled the Kingdom, almost as if they were some type of political party or big corporation. But what politician or big tycoon could care about a random family roughing outside the walls, and even call for them to be killed. According to the dying man, those who would wear these red crosses and call themselves Templars. It struck Azul as a very particular delusion and a very elaborate one that was hard to dismiss as the crazed thoughts of someone close to death. He wasn't sure.

The roaring of an airship interrupted Azul's thoughts as he looked up to see a bullhead rotating around the flames of the field and house before they shined a light down on him. As soon as Azul brought up a hand to shield his eyes, he saw the gunner of the ship aim his weapon straight at him before a voice came out from the bullhead.

"Stay where you are and put your hand over your head," came the instructions as the bullhead started to lower on a clearing between the path and the barn. Three soldiers hoped off when they had landed and approached him with their rifles up.

As they approached Azul knew that whatever he said to the men could change the course of his life. As they approached the words of the dead assassin rang through his head. How the Templars controlled everything in the Kingdom of Vale, how they had been responsible for ordering the killing of his family. He remembered how everything had been fine in the morning, how he had breakfast with his mom and his father. How Sol had been excited about finishing up a project today. He remembered how scared he had also been when he left Azul with the beowolves. How he lay on the ground with a hole in his neck, having died in a pool of his own blood and tears. He remembered his mother as she lay with her dear boy dead beneath her beaten to the point where Azul could hardly make her face out. He remembered this day as it seared onto his soul.

As the soldiers approached Azul, they asked him, "What happened?

Chapter 1

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