One night earlier..
The Four Headmasters of Beacon had gathered to summon the heroes from another realm. They stood around an ancient summoning circle.
"Remember to please do be careful with what you say for your hero's attributes. When summoning, the Dust takes everything you say literally. Each of us will train one of these heroes. Keep this in mind." Ozpin warned. Then he began to chant in a language long dead, and the summoning circle set alight with Dust.
Ozpin was the first to step forward. "I ask for a hero that is adept at leadership, and quick with his wits. A hero who has great potential overall." he intoned, his baritone lending weight to his words.
Ironwood was the next to step forward. "I ask for a hero who is in all ways the perfect soldier, who knows the weight of taking a life. A hero defined by his inner strength." he informed.
Qrow went after him. "I ask for a hero who is stubborn and defiant, who has fire and determination. A hero that's a firebrand." he asked.
Last to walk forward was Glynda. "I ask for a hero who is adept with the blade, who has unimaginable power locked away inside him. A hero who's loyalty knows no bounds." she finished.
Ozpin finished with a chant. Dust was swirling out of the circle. And as the summoning finished, they all wondered.. who were their heroes going to be?
Evan stood up from his 'bed' in the leaves. Why the fuck was he in the woods? He didn't remember being here. Why was he here.. oh. He remembered now. HABIT. It was probably his fault. There's gotta be a town near here somewhere, he thought.
There was a rustling noise somewhere near him. His eyes lit up. Either it was a person or it was some weird furry animal. He drew his emergency knife from its sheath.
What looked like a boar to Evan came barreling towards him. He truly didn't give a shit that it was black and clearly not a normal boar. Motherfuck, he was excited that he at least had something to vent his anger on.
The boar was almost there and Evan was ready. Almost by instinct, his arm leapt towards the nearest target and the knife lodged itself in the not-boar's side. It was fighting him every step of the goddamn way. But his knife kept on stabbing, over and over and over, and when Evan looked down that not-boar was not moving anymore.
Evan pulled his emergency knife out and rejoiced. He had won! He had triumphed over this.. this thing!
After approximately a minute of whooping, hollering, and jumping around, Evan went eastward.
It took a little while before he walked onto the grounds of what looked like a massive castle. His jaw dropped. As he would learn later on, he was standing on the campus of Beacon Academy, where his destiny awaited.