New Day, new chapter. Not much to say besides enjoy. Or don't. Up to you

Cameron had spent much longer at the Arc household than he had anticipated. The reason he stayed wasn't because he couldn't find somewhere else, but it was actually because Athena and Alexander asked if Cameron could help train Jaune. Cameron was confused why two people as powerful as Alexander and Athena would ask him to teach their son, but then he found out that they had a mission to do for someone named, Oz? Cameron thought they were making a play at the Wizard of Oz, but he found out that that movie didn't even exist here, which he knew made sense.

But Cameron agreed, if only to repay the families kindness and he got a place to stay while also being paid by the Arc's for his help. It was as good a way as any to make some cash in this world, and he also would do something that he knew had to do very well, and that was teaching people how to fight. And he liked Jaune enough, it would be good for him to not be caught off guard again by people or Grimm, and maybe he would survive until his 20th birthday.

Cameron also spent a lot of time at the Ansel library, reading up on the basic history of Remnant and the creatures that inhabit it. And with the more reading he did, he could understand why the kingdoms valued Huntsman so much. They seemed like the sole protector of Remnant's populace, since the armies seemed to all get a bad rap. Ever since something called the Great War, citizens had a very low opinion of soldiers and generals who were the ones that technically caused the war. Cameron realized that this was very similar to what happened back on earth, but here it apparently went way worse since the trust seemed to never be able to be gained back.

Cameron also had a suspicion that the two Arc sisters either didn't trust him, or they were waiting for their moment to strike. Every time he went anywhere, he could tell that they were following him. It didn't always happen, but when it did, it was pretty obvious. When he was at the library, he could see them two rows down, pretending to read some book, but they obviously weren't. Their eyes were barely even on the pages. Also, it was hard to be subtle when Artemis was wearing crop-top-jacket-thing that was bright red, with a white undershirt and red and black cargo pants. Sapphire wasn't really any better, wearing a form fitting white long sleeve shirt that had a golden pattern on the back.

Apparently Huntsman weren't taught to be subtle, because they were some of the most noticeable people around. But he read somewhere that they were supposed to dress like that so in case of a Grimm attack, civilians knew who to run to because they would protect them. Cameron supposed he understood it, but they would be really ineffective spec ops troops, because their clothing didn't blend into anything.

Anyways, Cameron had been teaching Jaune some of the basics for about week, but it was all focused around fighting without a sword. While Jaune asked why, Cameron gave him a straight answer.

(Flash Back)

"Why are we training hand-to-hand? I want to fight Grimm, and I can't really fight them with my fists." Jaune complained. Cameron just shrugged.

"I don't know how to fight with a sword." Jaune's jaw dropped.

"But, you carry that massive sword on your back at all time and you just never learned how to fight with it?" Jaune asked. Cameron put his hand to his chin.

"Pretty much. It just never seemed necessary when I can just use my guns. I would rather not get close to something that could flatten me like a pancake by just falling on me." Jaune still didn't understand, but apparently his two sisters did.

"Of course, we could train Jaune." Artemis said. Cameron turned around with a smile, knowing that they probably had a hidden agenda.

"Why would you want to train me? I thought you guys hated me." Jaune said. Cameron had the same question, but neither of them would meet either of their eyes.

"We never said that-," Artemis started.

"You most certainly have. Actually, you have said that to me every day for the past, like, ten years." Jaune said.

"Well, maybe we had a change of heart. Do you want help with sword fighting or not Jaune?" Sapphire said with a serious face, only ruined by her quickly darkening cheeks. Jaune nodded, knowing Cameron wouldn't be able to teach him with anything on that front. Cameron couldn't figure out why they were really helping Jaune, but maybe it was just to make sure he didn't try anything on Jaune.

Oh well, maybe Cameron would be able to learn something as well.

(Flashback End)

So, right now, Jaune was being trained how to fight with his sword by his sisters, although both of them didn't quite wield Jaune's kind of sword. Artemis held a bow which would somehow turn into twin daggers with a click of a button. Sapphire wielded a massive broadsword, which could also turn into a sniper rifle. Cameron didn't understand how they would work, but he supposed it was normal enough if Jaune wasn't questioning it either, but Jaune still just wielded a simple sword a shield.

Cameron supposed he could also teach him how to shoot, but he didn't think that Jaune would be able to use his rifle. Cameron knew his rifle was attached to him, just like the sword, and it wouldn't be able to work if someone else used it. Like the gun needed his fingerprints for it function, or at least something along those lines.

Cameron had also learned that this world didn't use gasoline or gunpowder, but they used something called Dust. Not like the dirt that was on the ground, but like a precious resource that was used for all walks of life, which Cameron didn't like too much. If people only relied on one source of fuel, then that would be prized above all other things. If one company had complete control of it, and Kingdoms that got on their bad side would be shut off from its supplies, would leave them vulnerable to attack. So, the companies would probably be able to get away with way more than should be able to, because of how valuable the commodity is.

Cameron felt like there would be many ways to solve this problem, but he had only been here for a week so the politics were probably completely different than what he was used to back home, which was still a mess. Good to know that wherever he went, politics would still always be a constant cluster fuck. But, whatever, it's not like he knew a lot about what runs behind the scenes, he's much more of a frontline fighter, than a shadowy figure who skulks in the background.

Cameron was making his way back to Arc household, but as he was walking, he got a feeling that ran up his neck. Something was coming, but he couldn't figure out what. Cameron's rifle was already at the ready before anything even happened. And then he heard the crowing of bird in the air, and saw what must have been the largest bird that he had ever seen.

Cameron fired off two quick rounds, causing the bird to fall to the earth, dead before it even hit the ground. Cameron kept his rifle pointed at the sky, as the men in the watchtowers sounded an alarm that sounded much like the old school nuclear meltdown alarms, then, all hell broke loose.

The sky was blacked out by the birds that Cameron realized were Nevermores, and Cameron was firing his rifle as fast as he could. The sound from his gun blaring out, dropping more and more Nevermores before they started to target him. Cameron knew that standing in the middle of the road would be a bad idea, so he ran back into the library, being the closest building that he could get to. The Nevermores were still falling, when the Town watch got involved into the fray.

There was about five retired Huntsman that lived in Ansel, along with the two arc sisters who were here to visit and they were all out already fighting the ground Grimm. Beowolves and Ursa were charging in through the broken down gate and slaughter any civilians who got in their way, until the Town watch started firing at them.

Cameron noticed that everyone else's guns were only doing a little damage to each one of the Grimm. They had to focus fire just to take down one, so when there was a swarm of them, they couldn't hold their ground, but that's where the Hunters and Huntresses came in. They were the front line fighters, and they were able to clean up. It seemed like no Grimm was even able to touch them, but they could only fight for so long before they ran out of energy. That's why quantity had its own quality appeal.

Cameron kept shooting Nevermores down, realizing that he didn't have to worry about ammunition, so he was firing as fast as he could. Within the first ten minutes of the attack, he had probably killed a hundred or more Nevermores, but for everyone that he killed, two more took its place. It was like that there was no end to it.

Cameron decided that he had to meet up with Arc's, to at least protect Jaune, so he could have more of a foot hold then the library. But when Cameron was about to leave, he saw the librarian, a rabbit fauns who had long brown hair, cowering behind her desk. Without any of the defenders standing near the library, she wouldn't last very long without Cameron. Cameron sighed, cursing his inability of leaving people behind, before he rushed over to the woman.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's alright. There's no reason to be scared." Cameron tried to soothe the terrified woman, putting his hands on her shoulders. "But, we are going to have to leave this place. I need you to come with me." Cameron didn't wait for a response, dragging her to her feet before running out of the library. The Nevermores saw him immediately, but Cameron was already shooting at them before they came down. The Town watch was holding, but they had already suffered a few casualties and they were only going to be able to hold for so long before they were over run. But Cameron didn't know how to fight something that had a never ending supply of troops as well as no fear whatsoever.

As Cameron ran with the girl in tow, he saw a town watch member get cut down by a massive bear like Grimm. Cameron saw that there were more people who were standing there in fear, not moving and Cameron took the first shot. The Ursa fell down, the bullet blowing its head clean off, as Cameron ran over to the survivors. "Come with me if you want to live." Cameron felt cheesy saying that line, but it at least got their attention, and they all started following him.

When he got to Arc household, he saw the two Sisters holding off any Grimm that approached them with relative ease. They were much more skilled with their weapons then without, and it showed by how easily they were taking them down. They noticed Cameron and beckoned him towards the house, which was built almost like a fortress now that he thought about it.

Cameron let the seven survivors in, before he went back out to defend with the girls to protect the house. Cameron kept unloading into the Grimm, giving the Sisters a little more breathing room to operate when it came to fighting the Grimm. Cameron noticed that the town watch must have fallen back because he could see many men and women running towards them with their rifles. Including some of the Huntsman, who looked worse for wear. Even with all their skill, it's hard to keep fighting a never ending source.

They pretty much set a perimeter around the Arc household, with the Huntsman, the Sisters, and Cameron up front, while the town watch took up spaces on the house or just behind them. Now that there was a little more order when it came to fighting the Grimm, it really wasn't that bad, but Cameron knew they couldn't last. The town watch, unless all of their guns were infinite like his, were going to run out of ammo soon, and when they did, it would just be back to the eight capable close quarters fighters who were already taking the brunt on the attack.

Cameron tried to think of a solution, when the felt the ground shake. Cameron looked towards the sound, and his skin paled. A mammoth, about the size of building, was stomping its way towards the town.

"Artemis, make sure you don't let anything pass through you guys. You're our last line of defense." Cameron said. He turned around and was about to start running, but he was called back by her.

"And where do you think you're going?" She asked. Cameron just smiled.

"I'm going to go fight a Mammoth." And then Cameron ran.

XXX

Cameron knew that if this thing made it into the town, it would just bulldoze through the houses. So, he would just have to distract it for long enough to keep it away from the town, while the Hunters and Huntresses dealt with the hordes that were swarming.

Cameron ran out of the town grounds to go and meet the beast half way, and he already knew this was a bad idea. He didn't even know if his gun was going to able to do enough damage to it, seeing as its armor looked three times as thick as anything he had killed so far.

The beast noticed Cameron, but it was more focused on the town, where the most negative emotion was concentrated, not even registering fear from the man that it was about to trample.

"God damn, this is bad idea." Cameron spoke out loud, before firing his rifle at the monster. Cameron was expecting for the bullet to just tickle it, while the monster destroyed the town, but he was hoping it would at least cause some damage. The Beast immediately faltered, feeling a significant difference in its leg.

Cameron looked at the damage and was ecstatic. The bullet had the same effect as an explosive shot, and took out a big chunk from the animal's leg. Cameron kept firing his rifle, whittling down the beast, rather effectively. But when he tried to kill it with a headshot, he only broke the bone plate on the front of its face, but the gooey parts on the inside was fine. Cameron didn't know enough about the monsters weaknesses to effectively kill it that fast.

The behemoth charged Cameron, who was still shooting it, killing it but not quite fast enough. The monster tried to snap its trunk at Cameron but only hit his gun out of his hand when he rolled away. Really he dropped it, but he knew this thing would crush him if he didn't have some form of weapon for it. So Cameron pulled out his Magnum as a last resort and shot at the best.

Something was wrong though. Cameron felt the strange energy again, like he did with his rifle, but this time it was… different. It felt, more powerful in a sense, but he wondered why it wouldn't fire when he didn't have bullets inside of it. But as Cameron watched, almost in slow motion, as the bullet hit the Grimm, to say he was surprised was an understatement.

The bullet pierced the Grimm's faceplate, and continued on through, before exiting through the back of its head. The back of its head was blown off, leaving the Grimm to just fall to the ground, but the noise the gun made was unlike what he had ever heard before. It was loud, sure, but it wasn't deafening. No, it was more, piercing in a way, like everyone for miles could hear it like they were right next to it. And it did something that even Cameron did not see coming.

Back in Ansel, the Arc household was about to fall from the onslaught. Two of the Huntsman had run out of aura, luckily they were still alive, but they could no longer fight, while the rest of them were about to fall. Even Jaune had come out, just to serve as a shield and use his Aura to protect the better fighters, including his sisters, but it all stopped when the heard the noise. Both sisters were on the brink of exhaustion when the fighting ceased from the strangest noise that they had ever heard.

All of the Grimm that remained, looking like they hadn't lost any of their number at all, ran away in fear. No one, no hunter or anyone else, had ever seen a Grimm runaway in fear before. They believed them to just be mindless beasts that would attack without reason or provocation. But it didn't just happen in Ansel. Across the entire world, something strange was happening.

(Atlas)

"General Ironwood, we need your approval for the next generation Atlesian Knights funding." An aid asked the man in question. General Ironwood sat in his office in a military building in the heart of Atlas. Ironwood had an expression of deep thought on his features, clearly thinking about something important, but it also caused him to just ignore his aid almost entirely. "Sir?"

Ironwood didn't even spare him a glance before he answered. "You have my approval. Dismissed." The aid saluted before leaving the room to the man alone. Ironwood wasn't one to worry, but after the news that he had learned from Ozpin earlier this month, he had some more serious things to consider then upgrading some of his robots.

The Fall Maiden was real. As in, a fairy tale that was told to children to help them sleep at night was in fact real and it was embodied in a woman who could control the elements. At first Ironwood didn't believe Ozpin, thinking that he was just trying to pull on his strings, but when Glynda agreed as well, he knew that what she wouldn't lie to him for something as important as this.

But when he asked to see her, Ozpin showed him the body of the unconscious Fall Maiden, barely holding onto life. Ozpin explained that she had been attacked, and whoever had attacked her, had stolen some of her power causing her to look like this. Ozpin didn't think that they would be able to keep her alive much longer without the equipment necessary, but Ironwood was already two steps ahead of him.

Ironwood was always fascinated by Aura, being the main benefactor for the tests for the first robot with Aura was proof of this enough, and he luckily had something that may be able to assist with this. He had been developing, in secret, a pod that would be able to keep someone cryogenically frozen and also be able to transfer their Aura and semblance to another candidate. Looks like his money was well spent when he realized that he could save the Fall Maiden.

So now he sat in his office, wondering who had attacked her, and how they had taken some of her power. Before his thoughts were pieced by what sounded like a cannon being fired from right outside his building. James immediately stood up and looked out over Atlas, trying to figure out where the sound came from, but he couldn't see any signs of conflict anywhere in the city, but one of his aids ran into his room.

"Private, what's the meaning of you bursting in my room?" The General asked. The aid seemed out of breath, probably having sprinted here.

"Sir," he panted out, "we're getting reports of the Grimm retreating." Ironwood merely raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean retreating?" Ironwood asked.

"They're falling back. It's like they're running from something… like they're scared." They both knew that that was impossible, but if what the aid said was true, this was a first in all of the history of Remnant that the Grimm were actually the ones scared.

"Get every headmaster on the line and do it now." The aid nodded, running out of the room again.

Ironwood stared out of the window again, wondering if that cannon was the reason for this before quickly disregarding the idea. That was ridiculous of course, right?

(Beacon)

Ozpin sat in his office at the top of Beacon tower. He had heard the shot, like everyone else around the world if he was correct, but while everyone else was freaking out, he sat there calmly. The only thing he did when he heard the shot was open the true book of fairy tales, Grimm's Fairy Tales.

As he scanned the pages, he was searching for a story that he had read a very long time ago. He kept flipping through the pages, looking for the story. In this book, there were two hundred and ten stories, all different fairy tales, and every single one of them true, but there was one story that his circle of allies had never been able to prove, one that had known historical text to it.

As he got to the last page, he had finally found it. The story was called Kingdom Come, and it was about a man that had travelled a very long distance, to reinstate his former Kingdom, one that was built on bloodshed and brutality. It was said that this man was one of the most powerful beings of all time, rivalling the powers of the gods themselves, said to be immortal. But there was only one part of the story that brought Ozpin to his conclusion that this was the start of this fairy tale.

It's said that the King was the most feared man on the planet, and no one ever dare opposed him, knowing the consequences if they did. He was believed to be immortal, and be everywhere at once, and there was no hiding from this demon of a man. He killed without emotion, and created his empire by unifying his enemies by bending them over his knee to make them comply. But when one King decided that he would rather die and all of his people be slaughtered then ever comply, he fought the man with creations that were feeding off the negative energy of the people of the world.

(Remnant, 10,000 years ago)

King Gilgamesh refused to let his kingdom be taken by a mad man who had no sense of honor or morals. Gilgamesh's men fought bravely to protect their king, but the pure brute force of the man that they were trying to fight was too much for any of them to ever even hope to beat the man without losing their lives in the process, so Gilgamesh resulted to his last chance.

His sorcerer's had been trying to conjure actual demons to fight this monster of man, hoping that the supernatural would be enough to turn the tide in the war, but none of them ever thought of the repercussions. But it was more important for Gilgamesh to protect his throne, and his kingdom.

One day, they had finally had a breakthrough and summoned the first of the demons. They grew more and more powerful, feeding off the negative energy of all the people in the world. The sorcerers, day in and day out, constantly keeping the portal to underworld open, to let more of the monsters fill their ranks, barely keeping control of the demons themselves, but knowing that the risk was worth the reward.

Gilgamesh had finally conjured enough monsters that he felt that he was ready to take on the Demon King himself, so he had been preparing himself mentally for the battle that was yet to come. He stood in his chambers, staring out to the outside of the castle, seeing the creatures blacker than night milling around, waiting for the command to attack.

"My King, are you sure that this is the right choice?" A woman with long blonde hair and flowing white robes said. She was beautiful as she approached behind her husband, with him adorning his golden Armor that radiated pure power.

"This is the only choice my Queen, less we suffer for eternity under the devil himself." The King said. He could tell his wife was upset with this fact, so he turned around and embraced her in a loving hug. "This is to protect you my Queen. I care only for you; you do know this, right?" The Queen blushed.

"Flatterer." She said, with no ill thoughts behind the words. The King smiled the perfect image of the light against the darkness.

"I aim to be." They stood like that for a long while, before he knew he would have to leave. "Stay here and stay safe my Queen. I will not let that man touch, so long as I live." Gilgamesh kissed his bride on the lips, before he walked out, preparing for what would be his final fight.

The Queen stood there for a moment, waiting for her husband to be out of hearing range, before she made her way to the dungeons. While she was the queen, she was also a powerful Witch in her own right. As she traversed the Halls, she noticed how empty it still was, considering the lack of people that were even inside the castle. Most of the remaining citizens had taken up arms to join their King in battle, and the ones who didn't, stayed far away on the countryside, hoping to avoid the slaughter.

As she finally reached the Dungeons, she met the ten sorcerers keeping the portal open, with the creatures still being let through the opening.

"My Queen," one sorcerer spoke, "why are you down here? It is dangerous."

"Please, I may be the Queen, but I still wish to protect this Kingdom. I will assist you in keeping the portal open." While they looked like they wanted to argue, they knew better than that. She was the most powerful one out of the warlocks and witches in the Dungeons, and she knew it as well.

She joined in their incantation and kept the portal open.

On the Battlefield

Gilgamesh reached the front of his army, riding on his horse who was also wearing golden armor, to stand out amongst the blacks and silvers that were the predominant colors of his army. He made it so he would be seen, so they would always know that as long as he stood, they would have a chance.

"Today is the day that the fate of our kingdom is decided. Today is the day that we make history! Today is the day that we will fight!" The King yelled. All of the human soldiers rallied to call, yelling and banging their weapons together. This was as ready as they were ever going to be.

Gilgamesh stared over the field, before he saw the Demon King himself, standing all alone at the other side, with an evil smirk on his smile. He knew that no matter what they threw at him, he would still reign victorious at the end of the day.

"TO WAR!" Gilgamesh yelled before charging straight at the man who had caused so much pain already. His army followed right behind him.

But the Devil stayed calm even at the oncoming army, already knowing that this would be their only troops that they would have, and they would have no more beasts for back up. He had made sure of that.

Moments earlier

As the sorcerers continued to conjure the portal, the Queen had gone to create some mana potions for them, but that's when the screaming started.

The Devil had created a portal into the dungeons, taking all the sorcerers by surprise. To say it wasn't much of a fight was an understatement. The sorcerers barely had time to register the pain before they had all fallen to the man's blade.

With no more power to fuel it, the portal started to close, cutting off their reinforcements. He left the room and travelled back the field, ready to let out another slaughter, unaware that he had left one Witch alive.

Back at the Battlefield.

Gilgamesh was charging at the Demon, when he did something that he never thought that he would see.

The Devil pulled out what looked to be a smaller version of a cannon, a weapon that he was never known to have been wielded before. Differences were scary, since Gilgamesh had planned to try and fight him one on one, while his army would deal with whatever soldiers he had brought. But when he was by himself, he knew that something suspicious was going on.

Gilgamesh rode ahead of the army, hoping to end this battle quick to keep away any unneeded bloodshed, but he never thought that the Devil would fight dishonorably. Gilgamesh raised his shield, hoping it would be enough to stop the projectile, but he was surprised when he just fired off the round into the air above them.

The sound alone was enough for him to stop his charge. The sounds seemed to almost pierce his very soul, causing a sense of dread to well up inside of him, threatening his will to continue to fight. Gilgamesh forced himself to break out of whatever spell he had cast onto him, but he knew that the Devil wasn't going to rely on scaring him away, but his eyes widened when he saw an evil smirk adorn the Devil's face.

Gilgamesh turned around and looked out at his army, and he saw that they were running. Even the creatures they had summoned were running with their tails in between their legs, running away from the battle. Gilgamesh looked back at the man, just to see him laughing, beckoning him forward.

Gilgamesh charged with yell right at him, weapons at the ready before clashing with the man.

Gold fell to the ground, the ringing of the shot still in the king's ears has he laid on the ground, bleeding out from the wound inflicted onto him. As he laid there, his murderer stood over him, with the same smile on his face.

"You tried, oh you tried so hard, but in the end, it was useless." He said. "I ended it before it even started, and there was nothing that could stop me, not even you." Gilgamesh tried to say something, but was stopped when the Devil pierced Gilgamesh throat with his sword, cutting the words off before the left his voice.

"Don't speak; you'll ruin this beautiful, beautiful sound." The Devil continued to listen to echoes of his weapon with his eyes close. "This is what the world will remember when this all fades to dust. They will remember the shot-."

Back To Ozpin

"-Heard around the world." Ozpin closed the book, and folded his hands under his chin. This is going to be interesting indeed."