There was no justice in this world.

No right or wrong. No 'Hero'. No 'Villain'.

There are those who win and those who lose. A thin veil of illusion that has you to believe that we are all united under a single banner against the common enemy.

The Grim, an all encompassing darkness that unites the Five Kingdoms. Each holding their respective roles in this war against the Dark.

Vale, the safe haven for those that wish to live a life of peace. Yet, home to the most prestigious academies among the five. It's position making it a crucible. All five cultures mixing here and blending near perfectly. Here, people live carefree and without care. They are able to do what they please, how they please in a near utopian kingdom.

Weak

Mistral, where most soldiers are trained. Also the most economically stable. Seeing the most commerce naturally leaves them with the most wealth. Wealth that is distributed among their numerous academies and Huntsman teams. Priding in their ability to churn out Huntsman teams by the dozens. Their politicians taking up arms alongside their fellow soldiers. Seamlessly integrating themselves into normal civilian life.

Brittle

In contrast, Vacuo is home to the few and most elite forces. Most often being part of the front lines while the rest recuperate and build strength to fight once again. The vast majority of victories made over the Grim are attributed to Vacuo's strongest. Named 'Spartans', referencing ancient warriors who were among the best of the best. Only the privileged few who show exceptional strength and talent are allowed the tittle. Arguably the strongest of the Kingdoms.

Unstable

In long forgotten history, Menagerie was once to be considered an island filled with nothing but wild beasts called Faunus. However, this has long since been abolished. They have been nothing but a benefit to the war effort, providing invaluable reconnaissance and ambush tactics. What they lack in numbers, they more than make up for in variety and stealth.

Cowards

Carrying the unseen weight of the world, Atlas is the tactical mind behind the force of the other four Kingdoms. The strength of Vacuo, overwhelming numbers of Mistral, specialty of Menagerie and peace of Vale would be impossible without the guidance of Atlas. Finding new and innovative technology to aid them in their fight against Grim has been their priority since the beginning, and it is most obvious within the Kingdom itself. Every aspect of life in Atlas has been enhanced and modified. From it's military of robotic soldiers, to the raising of their young. Atlas optimizes everything.

Blind

Together, they should seem to be the perfect symbol of unity. Using their combined might to banish the Grim and bring prosperity to Remnant for all of time.

Utter Fools

For as perfect as they seem, as perfect they want you to think, they still have glaring issues that few people are able to see.

Vale is rampant with crime, with nearly each and every corner littered with anything from petty crime, drug dealing, or even child trafficking. With no one able to stop them, or bothered to care.

Mistral is nearly dripping with corruption. With most politicians using the funding meant to be distributed among the populace on themselves, leaving all but the highest echelon of society well off.

Vacuo is brewing with unrest. Strength is everything. Without war, there is no reason to fight. No reason to stay strong. Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. Vacuo is not weak.

Menagerie is keenly aware that it is the weakest of the Five Kingdoms, a growing paranoia of what is to happen after the war is over. Of what Vacuo and Atlas are planting in the heads of common folk. How Faunus are superior. That they will make humans obsolete. Replace them. What people cannot control, they fear. What they fear, they destroy.

Atlas looks upon the rest of the world's problems, It's only concern being how it can benefit. Looking at every possible avenue and spec of data around it, using everything it knows to innovate and advance forward. Using methods considered inhumane to advance ever further in technology and waving it off as necessary for the war effort. They bide their time, growing stronger by the day, blind to what they are becoming. Always finding ways of 'how' they should. Never stopping to wonder 'if' they should.

Not to mention, the one glaring flaw every single Kingdom shares.

An all encompassing, unifying hatred for men.

For every milestone humanity has reached. Every advancement in society. None of it was shared with the male populace. For what use are men, when they never unlocked Aura? Without Aura, they become a liability. Dead weight. Useless for anything other than reproduction.

Over time, men stopped growing as strong as women. They did not grow weaker, they simply stagnated. Staying in stasis for the world to know that they will never be anything more than breeding sows.

If there was one thing that changed in men. It was that they had become more and more submissive, due to countless generations of servitude and abuse. The mere presence of the opposite gender rendering them unable to do anything other than what is demanded of them.

All of this oppression, this injustice, this abuse is not without resentment. For every man branded, made property. For every man killed on the streets for being a male. For every law made to make sure that men never get the chance to be anything more than dirt beneath women's shoes, an inexplicable stone is etched into the stars, shaping into the ultimate culmination of all their anger, their grief, hatred, hopes for a better tomorrow. All of it taking form into a single individual.

One who would either bring salvation to not only males everywhere, but to the Five Kingdoms as a whole. Beating back the Grim and creating peace for all. Or, in a sick twist of vindictive fate, embody the vengeance all men deeply starve for. Serving onto the Kingdoms the same treatment that had been served to them a hundred times over, bringing them to ruin. consumed by rage and malice. Uncaring of the end result, destroying everything in his path. Be it human, or Grim. In either case, he will bring an end to the suffering. By either riding the world of darkness, or rending the world until there is nothing left to suffer.

He would take form into a bright young man who knows first hand the workings of each Kingdom, the flaws of the world. The pain afflicted upon men and women alike. Who's had everything important to him taken away. Who has nothing to lose, yet everything to gain. His golden hair shining as bright as his potential, yet his single eye almost as cold and biting as the steel of his mechanical one, holding depth no one his age should have. His face set in a near permanent scowl, for a world as unforgiving as this, one cannot afford to show weakness. His name, one that would be etched in history eternal.

"I am Jaune Arc. Quick, curt, and not interested."


Alright, let's state the obvious. There's something wrong with me. I update a story, I say that I'm coming back from obscurity, and then disappear for months at a time again. I can't apologize for this, as I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear it either. It's not like I can't find it in myself to write. It's just that I can't think of a good idea for the here and now. I have future events planned out...roughly. Yet, the fact still stands that I can't write effectively. I'm not really planning to update this particular story, but It is an idea that I had in another one of them. If you want a proper first chapter to this, then you could look at my other work, The Man of Many Swords. It's in the second chapter, written in bold. But anyway, I made this mostly so that I could get this message out to you guys. So yeah, I'm still trying to update my stories after all this time. Can't guarantee anything soon, but I'm getting there. Until then, I'll see you all in another work of mine. Toodles.