I sat in the family study looking down at the old worn tome, I had finished my "study's" after all my parents still said I still needed to have an education after all, Compaird to the rest of my siblings was rather mondain. The book in-front of me was not part of my study"s and I imagination if my mother found me reading this ancient book she would scold me. Though from the sounds of clashing steel and cheering outside I imagine that i have some time to my self. After all my readings were not nearly as important as making sure my sisters would be able to enter any academy they wanted.

I looked though the tome the words engraved in the front of the book in an old atlantes dialect it, "dust bending and application" I wispier pages and pages on the manipulation of humanity's greatest weapon it's greatest tool against the darkness. From the different types of dust to its application I lazily looked though the old moth eaten pages in-till I came across an entry black ink markings I strain my brain tying to remember my lessons on the language "dust consumption" I finally decode.

Looking though the chapter warning apon warning filled the following pages, about the power that could be welded by one willing our foolish to consider this avenue of power. That while it could grant the user great power the chance of it all but destroying the users body was far to great.

I was all to enraptured in the old book to notice that I was no longer alone in the room. I noticed her to late the sharp clap of heals on the old wooden floor, slamming the book close I whip around to see the intruder to my self indulgent fantasy.

Albertine my older sister well as older as one year could be called, she held her weapon held a crossed her back. Its white sheath everything I look at it I felt a empty hole in my gut Crocea Mors, my father had decided to bequeath the blade to my sister. She looked down at me a teasing smirk cuting across her face "what ya doing jaune" Her world are taunting and cruel like most children are,as she looks over my shoulder her smile only deepens as she sees the book.

"Why are you still holding on to that pipe dream? you now your never going to be a hunter". My fists close, my knuckles going white I slightly shake i know what's coming from experience. Are parents after the incident with Crocea Mors my father had all but forbidden me from even watching them train, his reaction to me delving into dust usage ... I could only imagine. Albertine would use this I new this it's what she did, get me to do her chorus our worse her words she would tell me when she did this played though my mind " I have better things to do with my time". I could see the look in her eyes even now filled with disdain she like all of the others of are town thought the same thing that I was a failure a stain on are family name.

Her torment would have continued if are mother did not come looking for her. calling her to join the rest of are family at the combat sands, she never came looking for me.

Apparently a scout from sanctum academy had heard of the skill of my sisters, attempting to play on her sense of self importance and gain one of the famous arc's for there school prestige. It worked of coarse Albertine was nothing if not vain,self absorbed in her skills. MY father and mother looked so proud my sisters giving her word's of encouragement, This was her moment and yes despite my self I felt proud of her, though that pride was eclipsed by the fact that my words didn't reach them I was a shadow to them I wonder if I disappeared would they even care?.

I catch my fathers eyes for a moment some of the joy in his ageing features, he looks away from me and i can see the pain on his face. Something inside be brakes why did he look at me that way? why did he get to be the one in pain? He wasn't the one that was never given a chance, never allowed to show that he could live up to the family name I was.

I leave unable to be in my fathers presences walking though the old stone halls I can feel the chill of winter as I run my hand a crossed the cold stone. I watch as the sun descend's from the sky and as the dark hungrily creeps into the world despret to reclaim the world from the fleeting light of the sun, and in my dark thoughts of inadequacy I barley notice the dark seemingly come alive around me pressing down on me. She's back her frozen hands wrap around me a dark chuckle escapes the black, "why so sad little knight?" her tone sweet, "H-how are you" I manage to breath out she dosn't answer she never answers me though. "If you stay here Jaune you'll never get to be a hunter you know" her words sting and for a time I say nothing "then what do I do" I beg and I can almost feel her smile and for the first time she answers me.

I site on my bed watching the shattered moon hang in silent sentinel granting the world so little of the suns warm comforting light though this time the light is cold removed unwelcoming. I stare down at the map besides me looking over it a deep red mark staining the map,Lyon my home I wouldn't see it for a long time ... not intill I can stand for my self as a huntsman I would show them that I can be a huntsman that i'm not a failure I would show them. My hand drifts all the way up to the city of vale.

My discussion is made there is no other option I threw on my coat and strapped my pack onto my back, with the cover of darkness and by the light of the moon I made my way though the ever frozen woods of my home. I gave it one last look, I remember why I need to do this to show i'm worth something I march into the night and out of the corner of my eye I think I almost see some one a women draped in black and hair as pale as the moons light.

so wow three chapters in two days didn't think I would be moving at this rate welp ever on wards

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