i opologize for the need to update the chapter. I had a mix up with the chapter upload system and I for whatever reason uploaded an old stories chapter.

Noruas Bombadil

Hazel left the bar after he layed Edward's body down to rest on the floor. He probably deserved better but Hazel couldn't do any better since he needed to get out of here before one of Ozpin's killers arrived. Hazel knew where to find John Mcmurray. He had made sure to know where both of Gretchen's surviving teammates were before he started his quest for justice.

He had covered a great deal of ground in a short amount of time. It was a testament to how good his cardio was. He had spent most of the day running. His legs and lungs would be sore and his lungs would be burning but his semblance would cancel the pain until he could rest. Granted he would need almost an entire day to recover from spending two or three days running but he still made far more progress than any normal hunter could he shouldn't have had his aura unlocked or his semblance but Gretchen had unlocked it anyway. "Any baby brother of mine needs to able to help those in need at any time." she had said. She also told him that his aura was a great gift and that he couldn't go around showing it off because for him to let people know he had it would not only bring legal danger but danger from those who may seek to take advantage of a young boy with access to a built-in forcefield.

His sister was odd that way, their parents were a complete mystery to Hazel. They had Gretchen 8 years before him and when they had him they seemed to be overwhelmed by the mental and financial stress of having two children they had tried to give Hazel up for adoption but no orphanages would take a child like him. After all, he was small and weak as an infant, nobody wanted to adopt a weak baby. Especially not out in the backwoods of Vale. They all thought he would die and when the fifth child's collection home turned him away his parents seemed to snap. Gretchen never liked to talk about it much but she did tell Hazel that they tried to leave him in the woods for a Grimm to find. The moment Gretchen had found out she began to plan her escape.

Later that day she noticed that her parents were both busy reading the map they were carrying to watch her. When they began to argue over which way to go she quietly slipped away and once she was outside of earshot she began to tear her clothes. What she did next seemed terrible to Hazel at first but was something he grew to live with. She caught a small rabbit slit its throat with the sharpest rock she could find and emptied its blood on the clothes she had torn off taking the rabbit with her she went back to were Hazel was left and from then on she did her best to raise him as though he were her son. It took him years to convince her to let him live with a friend during the semesters and to go train at Beacon. She was in luck as Ozpin had four applicants who all were too old to be placed on a conventional team but all passed to test to enter initiation.

All of this was owed to the friend who Hazel was staying with. A man Hazel only ever knew as Uncle Gal. Hazel was sure he had a last name but he never asked for it and as such he never got one for the man. But when Gretchen had gotten very sick he was the only one who could help her. Hazel was reluctant to allow some stranger to be alone with his sister. Since she was the only family he had ever known in his (at the time) seven long years of life. But Uncle Gal had insisted upon Hazel privacy. Claiming that "what I am about to do can be known to but a select few and while I am not above healing your sister I am above breaking my word so that you can watch." Hazel could still remember the look on the man's face that left no way of debating his words. True to his words he healed Gretchen and then began to train them both in the way of the blade. He said that a true warrior needed to master the weapon of his choice in order to master himself. And while he gave them the choice of not studying the sword he also told them that he only knew the sword and the gun. And that they were not being given guns yet so if they wanted to learn another style he was fine with that but they would need to learn it from someone else. They both enthusiastically learned to use the sword as though it were an extension of their own arm. Soon they were carrying them everywhere they went.

Among the many things they were taught by the was that your words must be chosen with the utmost care. For a strike from one's blade is just as permanent as the utterance of one's mouth. No word once spoken could be unspoken and swing once swung could be unswung. "Your words are a weapon that can be as deadly as any other should you learn to wield them properly, they can also take as much from the world as any weapon and should be treated with the same degree of reverence"

Hazel felt a tear fall from his eye as he thought back to the man whom he considered to be his true father. He had betrayed the man's trust when he took all the lien he could find around the house and left after he got the news about Gretchen. He wasn't sure if he could ever face him again. Not after what he did.

Looking up from the ground he was watching as he ran he saw a small house within. He approached carefully and when he opened the door he was met with an unbelievable sight.