Do You Believe in Fairy Tales?

Chapter 7: Jaune Arc

A RWBY Fanfic

Jaune Arc, the only boy in a family with eight children, one of the middle born of the lot. Four older sisters and three younger. What a tough position to be in within this family. Always picked on, always told to be careful while playing with his siblings because he was the boy, and always being the one that had to try the hardest to fit in. This was Jaune's lot in life…..or so people seemed to make it their impression that it was. But, Jaune had a dream. A dream that one day he would be so much more than everyone thought that he would ever be able to be.

You see, Jaune being in a family full of girls made people think that all he would be able to do would be less than "manly" jobs or that the most he might be able to do would be a farmer. Take on the family work or maybe even get a job as a laborer. No one ever gave much thought that Jaune could ever be a warrior or better yet a huntsman. Being in a house full of girls meant that people felt he was learning all the things that girls would learn and that would mean he wasn't going to have a macho attitude that would get him through life and toughen him up for life's hard knocks. But Jaune would tell you he got enough hard knocks at home and that a houseful of girls was no walk in the park on a sunny day!

None the less, the Arc household was full of love. Jaune was well loved by his parents and his sisters and he truly loved all his family even if there were times it could be just a tad too girly. But, he learned many things that many young boys would never get the chance to learn until much later in their lives, and Jaune was glad for that. He learned the best ways to show appreciation to women and how to treat them as equals…otherwise he would get his head handed to him on the proverbial platter by his sisters.

He also learned to have a great appreciation for the arts and cultures of those around the world. He learned to dance, sing (although not very well) and he learned about the fairy tales and stories from all over Remnant. And these were the things he loved to learn about the most. For they were the stories that fed his dreams of what he wanted to achieve, what he truly desired in his life more than anything else.

He loved the stories so much that he committed them to heart and could recite them almost verbatim. You see he heard them from such a young age from his parents and his sisters that he eventually told them to his younger sisters and all the children of the small town where they lived.

Jaune so wanted to be like the story heroes that he was determined to be one. His father was a warrior, his grandfather was a warrior, his great-grandfather was a warrior and so forth it went as far back as anyone could recall. And there stories were a great source to him, even if his father and others thought he just wasn't cut out to be a warrior.

"I AM going to be a huntsman one day! Just wait and see." Jaune would always proclaim.

"Well it is a great dream Jaune. But do you really think you will be able to make it?" People would ask.

"You don't seem to have the right stuff to be a warrior. You are too mild mannered." Others would say.

"I do too have the temperament to be a warrior!" He would say to himself as he looked down or away from other people. For he was afraid that they were right. But, he wanted to prove them wrong.

"Jaune you can be whatever you would like to be." His parents would tell him. They never would tell him he couldn't achieve whatever his heart desired. That's not what loving parents do.

"You just need to work harder. You can do what everyone else does. And if you don't we would just tease you anyways." His older sisters would say. They loved him none the less but they were older sisters and had to have something to tease him about.

"Thanks." He would tell them. "That's just the sort of inspiration I needed to hear." He would say chuckling to himself because he knew they loved him.

"Jaune, we believe that you will do what you want!" The youngest sisters would tell him. They looked up to him and what he wanted to be. "We love you and want you to do it. WE BELIEVE IN YOU!"

"Thank you guys. Those are the things I need to hear."

But as time went on and he got older he faced a problem. Jaune had never been trained to fight. His father was less than interested because he felt he didn't have what it took to be a true warrior. Jaune was always picked on by the other kids in the town and he always tried to defend himself but he kept getting knocked down until the bullies would get tired of him at some point. What Juane did learn was how to never give up. Every time he would get knocked down he got up and headed back into the fight. He was going to be a hero from the stories and if there was one thing he knew from the stories that he could do well, was to get back up and go at it again.

As Jaune worked around the farm he felt like there was always someone watching him. When he would get this feeling he would always look around, and there was no one to be seen. This kept going on for quite some time and he started to get unnerved by this.

Then one day while he was working near the forest gathering wood, and "practicing" with his family's heirloom sword and shield, Corsea Mors, something unusual happened. He got one of those feelings that he was being watched again, only this time it was different. When he turned to where he felt he was watched he found a packet. He was curious, so he opened it and found transcripts for a prestigious combat school. But there was no name in the student's name box. And there was an acceptance letter to Beacon Academy. There was also a note saying that the bearer of this packet was guaranteed a spot at Beacon to learn to be a huntsman, and on the bottom was a hand written note saying that there would be no questions asked. He took the packet and pondered what this meant. Then he heard the cawing from a crow that seemed to be there every time he turned around. And he started to think that was strange.

Being the honest man that he was, Jaune Arc asked his sisters what he should do. Knowing that if he told his parent's he would never leave because it would be dishonest to just fill in the name and go. But his heart was set on being a huntsman, whatever the cost might be.

"So now you know the situation guys. What do you think I should do?" Jaune asked after telling them how he got the packet and what the note said. "Should go after what I have always dreamed or should I do what mom and dad would say is the right thing?"

"You know Mom would tell you that you need to do the right thing. But, she would also tell you to go after your dream." The eldest sisters pointed out. "We will back you no matter what you decide."

"Thanks guys that means a lot to me."

"Well you have dreamed about this for so long. You also have the beliefs and the tenacity of the huntsman in the stories. You should get the chance to try to get it, no matter how you came across the papers." They would continue.

"Jaune, is it dishonest to just put your name on those papers? Isn't it the same as lying?" His youngest sister asked. For she really looked up to Jaune.

"It might be, but those papers got to me some way. Wouldn't it be wrong of me to let them go to waste if somehow they were there for me?" He questioned that he might be off in his logic. Hoping he wasn't allowing himself to be blinded by his own desires.

"I guess it makes sense, and you have always told us that we need to go after our dreams too." She would say. "Besides we love you and trust you know what you are going to do."

So later that night after saying goodnight to his parents he let his sisters know what he decided. Then he did what any hero in the stories did, he gathered his sword and shield and the few other essentials he needed. And leaving a note for his parents he left quietly and resolutely. He was leaving to start a new chapter in his life, to start a quest like his heroes. His quest, his reason to be his heart's desire to become a huntsman. To become one of the heroes in the fairy tales. He was going to become Jaune Arc, hero of Remnant…or die trying!