My day began how everyone before it did. The continual pings of bullets hitting metal and the sarcastic comments of my parents as they trained together. They had done this every morning for as long as I could remember and if what my auntie Velvet said is true, they had done it long before that.

I got out of bed and walked over to my rooms window, drawing back the curtain I was instantly hit by the suns morning rays that gave a burst of heat to my face. A faint reflection of myself lay on the window glass, the darkest part of my appearance stood out the most, the one brown eye and the dark red hair, which was currently hanging over my face.

"Well Robin, aren't you a handsome devil in the morning." I laughed to myself as I turned to get dressed for the day.

I quickly took my sleep shirt off and slipped into my grey combat tunic, along with my black jeans.

Within less than 5 minutes I was downstairs, boots tied, hair somewhat neater and eating a apple, lent against the kitchen counter.

"Morning Rob." My dad says as he walks in from the garden, weapons still attached to his scarred arms. As a kid he had told me the story behind every scar on his body, even the one Mum gave him on the day they met at Beacon.

I always tried to imagine what being at a training school like Beacon would feel like but now I knew what their true purpose was. Plus I don't think I would have worked in a team very well, I mean I don't even have friends how the hell would I function with three people I don't know.

"Robin, you've been staring at the wall for 20 minutes." A voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Ah, er, what."

"Robin come on, remember we're going to Atlas today." My mother stood in front of me waving her hand in front of my face. "Honestly it's like you're blind in both eyes sometimes." She muttered as she walked up to my father and kissed him. No, I don't know how that happened either.

"Sorry Mum, I'll go grab my stuff." I turned to walk up the stairs and back to my room. Our house wasn't anything special, just a standard two bedroom cabin thing in the middle of south Vale. Being the only kid menant I had a room to myself but I never really made it my own, to me its just a room.

I didn't find traveling anywhere all that pleasant, especially somewhere as far as Atlas but I had already promised my parents I would go.

The remaining members of the Schnee family would be holding a party to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the defeat of Salem. All the hunters and huntresses who were present, along with their kin, would be required to attend. That's the reason I was being dragged along. I've never really met the other huntsmen or their kids, after i lost sight in my eye i just isolated myself.

"FOX! ROBIN! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE NOW." Oh no Mum yelling is never good. I passed my dad as he came out of his room, we 'looked' at each other before heading downstairs to face the journey ahead.