Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any references used from other anime or games. RWBY is owned by Monty Oum (Bless his soul) and Rooster Teeth.

Thank you all for the support for the prelude chapter. Understandably some were concerned about the massive info dump from the prelude, but that was just my way to build up the backstory before getting to canon down the line. I knew that when I created this story the fusion of all these historical figures from different legends would confuse people and may feel detrimental to the story, but all I will say on that matter is this.

There is a method to my madness. :D

Let me just reassure you that the prelude was just to give a world building aspect to my story. This chapter will do some of that, but more interaction with characters. Also I am not following canon too closely so you'll be seeing things a bit different in this chapter.

EDIT: I changed the ages to be more believable in the context shown.

With that said, enjoy!

"Listen to what I am about to tell you, Jaune. For us Arcs, we are different from the rest of the humans and faunus of Remnant. Unlike them we were not born of dust, and instead we evolved to it's exposure. This changed us, our very physiology as human beings was altered in such a manner that we can't really be called humans anymore. This is why it is tradition to unlock our aura at an early age so that we can learn to control it and adapt to it. Otherwise doing so later on can be...disastrous to your very life." ~Isaac P. Arc

Legend of the Highlord

Volume 1: The Prince of Dreams

Chapter 1: Childhood I

Beautiful.

That was the one thought running through the mind of an old man who sat upon one of the few balconies of the Pendragon Citadel. Overlooking the vast Kingdom of his family, the old man sighed in content with how everything had progressed as far as it had. Throughout his entire life, and what a long life that had been, he was ready to pass on the reigns of leadership to a younger and stronger successor. Living for as long as he had he had grown content with all he had seen and bore witness too. He had been the one to establish the protection for his Kingdom and country after the wake of what his father, Leonidas P. Arc II had done to during the Great War. But now his time had come and gone, his son had inherited the throne through the right of age.

His time as King was over, Isaac P. Arc, 163rd King of Pendragon, had done all he could for his Kingdom and all of Draco. The rest he could leave to his son Alexander; he knew his son would do wonders which is why he was comfortable where he was at now.

At 55 year's of age, Isaac appeared to still be in his later 30's just because of the Arc physiology he and all those born of the Arc bloodline were born with. No matter how old they would get, they would still be able to keep up a youthful appearance due to a longevity within their DNA. It would only be until one reached into their 100's would they start to show signs of aging. He bore royal raiment's of simply yellow and blue, but underneath those baggy robes Isaac was much like his son. He was moderately built with both speed and power in mind, both used in equal measure in his time as a warrior on the battlefield. However, he was a bit bulkier than his son due to their different ways of fighting.

Isaac had long blond hair with streaks of gray that reached to his shoulder-blades. His beard was trimmed, yet pronounced in a manner that only accentuated his sharp eyes and firm jawline. His complexion was fair, and his warm, but firm blue eyes stared longingly at his Kingdom, his home, the crown jewel of all his family had created and accomplished in such a cruel and dangerous world.

A world where he would now be leaving his Kingdom to the hands of his son Alexander.

"Yes, it's about time I focus on other things. Alex will do fine and Isabelle will be there to keep him in line should he ever lose his cool. Besides, I've got a more important duty than ruling the land, don't you think so, boy?" Isaac said as he tore his gaze from his city and country and looked down at something that was in his humble opinion more beautiful than his Kingdom or country.

Wrapped up in a light red cloth he looked down into the face of his grandson who had been born just last night.

Jaune Arc

'Such a wonderful name they have given you, my little sun.' Isaac thought, his blue eyes looking at the face of his grandson. The firstborn son of both Alexander and Isabella. The younger brother of 5 sisters and the royal prince of Pendragon. A smile stretched as his eyes looked upon the appearance of his grandchild. Messy gold hair, as if it was spun from gold itself, and two blue eyes that seemed to have been cut from sapphires. Eyes of such intense color stared back at him with only the innocence a child could show.

Isaac's blue eyes seemed to become warmer as he looked upon what was essentially the future. The beacon of light that was too surely illuminate the path, to pierce through the darkness of the Grimm, the corruption of Man, and the hatred of the Faunus. He could feel this, he could sense it in his very bones as looked down at Jaune.

Isaac knew this simply because of who he was. His aura was unique in a sense that it gave him the side effect of an ability for being a sensor of sorts when it came to aura. Because of that Isaac was able to sense the unique varieties of aura from every person within his vicinity or within a 2 mile radius. When he focused his ability he could even look upon an individuals aura, even if it was still locked, and tell what kind of person they were just by looking upon the core of their aura.

Isaac called this the Minds Eye.

He had used this ability to peer into the aura of his son when he was born and had been able to create a training regiment that would suit Alex down the line. However, that had been years ago and while he had done the same for his granddaughters, he had to do something different for Jaune now that he saw what was in his grandson. For when Isaac peered into the core of Jaune's soul and looked for the boy's aura he had literally been blinded when he found the boy's aura.

Words could only describe what he had seen.

While Jaune was still too young for his aura to give an accurate description of what kind of person he would become. He still saw what his aura was sort of like before being blinded by it. It was like the equivalent of staring straight into the core of the sun. It was bright, it was hot, it was heavy, and it was terrifying.

And Isaac had never been so ecstatic.

Because? From that brief glimpse at Jaune's locked aura, Isaac couldn't even get a measure to how much he had.

It was nearly common knowledge at this point that those of the Arc bloodline were to always be born with a huge amount of aura compared to the rest of the inhabitants of Remnant. It was simply a given at this point, and while that was the case there was rare unique variables in the Arc family where those born with aura reserves that went beyond that of the standards of the Arcs themselves. His father Leonidas P. Arc II had been the first to show this when he was born. It had been recorded that his aura reserves were simply too huge to be compared by any normal means of Arc technology back then. Some compared his aura to that of the ocean. Vast and oppressive when underneath it's pressure. Hell, Isaac could still remember fighting alongside his father for the first time during the Great War and when they were sent to Solitas to cripple the Mantle military. He could remember his father destroying the hope of Mantle by doing something that to this day was remembered just as much as when he repelled the invasion of the four Kingdoms.

He had turned the entire climate of Solitas into a never-ending ice age by unleashing both his aura and semblance in one. Leonidas semblance enabled him the ability to completely control the weather at his will. With such control over the forces of mother nature he was able to re-shape Solitas into a continent that was stuck in an ice age that never ended. Forever turning the continent into a land that was both inhospitable to both Grimm and Human alike. This had essentially crippled Mantle and it's military in the Great War.

That had been the day Leonidas was named a monster among the Four Kingdoms for his actions in the Great War, but at home, in both Draco and the Kingdom of Pendragon he was hailed as a Hero.

'It was also the day the Arc family recorded it's first ever "Aura: Second Origin" Individual.' Isaac thought grimly.

They still to this day didn't know much of anything about the Second Origin. The few things they did know was that it was contained within only the direct bloodline of the Arc family. Another was that the Second Origin was somehow different to the normal aura reserves, and was somehow connected to the core of the soul itself. How that was no one had yet been able to figure out, and had become a discussion among most of Pendragons top researchers for decades.

And now he was seeing that same potential in his grandson Jaune. Of course he still didn't know the exact level, but he could feel the essence from Jaune's aura from just holding him now. It was the same essence from when he felt from his father. There was still much that they didn't know about the Second Origin, but since Leonidas there hasn't been another that had been able to unlock it. Leonidas himself had said he'd only been able to unlock it through a training incident that nearly killed him.

Yet Jaune was born with the origin already unlocked.

'Perhaps the Second Origin is unlocked differently for each person.' Isaac thought to himself on the matter. It did sound plausible since no one Arc was the same when it came to aura and semblance. The only hereditary was their reserves and longevity. Beyond that, everything else was a mystery.

"Whatever the case may be, while I still can't even get a measure on your aura right now, I still know you have quite a lot inside you my boy." the former King spoke as he tickled Jaune's naked tummy causing the newborn to let out a giggle of joy. The boy's smile was infectious as Isaac smiled back at him before he raised his hand.

"Now that I know this I can begin taking steps to ensure your training from now on, but since your aura reserves as of right now can't be measured I'll have to take matters into my own hands to awaken it. If it's not unlocked now, such huge aura reserves may prove fatal for you later on in life as they grow." that being said Isaac raised his finger. Then it began to glow a dull white before he brought it down and gently poked Jaune's forehead then he closed his eyes.

"For when one achieves nirvana is when they transcend to greater heights, to both bear and accept death as the inevitable is when they can break the chains that bind them and allow them to ascend to the Heavens. By doing this, the soul shall become a Paragon of Virtue and Glory that shall stand as a testament for others to follow. Thus I release your soul and in return let us embrace your light."

As the verse ended, Isaac's eyes opened which showed them to be faintly glowing before he looked down at his grandson who only seemed to be curious at what he was doing. However, the abnormality he saw was the bright gold and white light emanating off the baby boy's body. So bright it was that Isaac could feel his eyes begin to sting and tear up. It was literally like holding a miniature sun in his arms.

Then the glow died down and all that was left was Isaac and Jaune alone on the balcony overlooking both Pendragon and all of Draco. The world seemingly continuing on, undisturbed by the phenomena that had just happened. However, one thing the former King did notice was that the world itself seemed just a bit brighter.

…

Isaac grinned.

It was all teeth.

"Well now, isn't that the peculiar aura you have there. Training you is gonna be so much fun, Jaune."

If there was one thing Qrow Branwen could say about his current situation it had to be this.

He. Hated. Kids.

With an undying passion!

"Get back here you little shits!"

He scream tore out from his throat as he chased after two blonde blurs that ran around the fields of the Xiao Long household. Through the grassy fields and branches of trees, the two blurs were seemingly dancing all around the area, doing all they could to avoid the annoyed crow. Childish laughter and giggling echoed around the area as the huntsman chased them down by the sound of their footsteps, the crunching of grass, and snapping of branches.

'For two little brats, they sure are an incredibly fast duo..' the younger Branwen twin thought as he dashed and hopped from the ground and tree branch. His red eyes taking in his environment and hearing picking up the faint sounds of his two troublemakers. A flash of yellow to his right made him swerve in that direction. Cape fluttering in the breeze, Qrow jumped back in time to miss another gold blur that was followed by a yellow one.

"Catch us if you can Uncle Qrow!~"

A tick mark formed on his brow as Qrow exclaimed. "Ooookay, you wanna play it like that? I'll show you, you brats!" and in burst of speed unlike before vanished. What followed could have only been described as moderately high-speed game of cat and mouse. Streaks of gold, yellow and black dashing, spinning, jumping and flipping all around the forest like the three were a pair of hyperactive monkeys or chimpanzees. The chase lasted for awhile, much longer than Qrow thought it did.

But in the end, his skills overcame them, however he was nonetheless very impressed with their ability.

It was minutes before Qrow finally cornered the two rascals that were the cause of his headache today (He was gonna need some liquor after this). Standing on the ground, his beady red orbs stared down at his two targets with both annoyance and a hint of pride flickering across his eyes. His frown soon cracking as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the scene he saw before him.

His targets were two blonde children and both equally excitable as the other. Boy and girl, one year older then the other, but both simply the closest of friends he'd ever seen. He watched them, laughing and giggling with one another despite their exhausted bodies and panting of lost breath. Their clothes were torn and dirty, but neither seemed to care. The younger of the two, the 6 year old girl whose shoulder-blade length yellow hair was disheveled with twigs and leaves all up in her bright yellow hair. However her lilac eyes twinkled In the purest form of joy and happiness. Her grin infectious as the sun as she sat beside her fellow blonde friend, head leaning on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. The girl wore a bright yellow t-shirt and black shirts and black tennis shoes.

This was Yang Xiao Long, his 6 year old niece, and a bundle of fireworks that were ready to explode at a moments notice. The best representation of a firecracker if he ever saw one.

Then he eyes fell onto the other blonde, but calling him a blond really didn't do the boy justice. The 7 year old boy's hair was much richer than Yang's bright yellow. Blond scraggly hair that seemed to have been spun from gold and kissed by the sun fell just to his deep sapphire eyes. He was a tad taller than Yang and it showed as his exhausted body was leaned against the tree, his left arm wrapped around Yang's shoulders. The boy was equally filthy and disoriented, his black and gold stripped long sleeve shirt was missing his right sleeve and his shorts were torn up, and the shoes he once had were none existence leaving him completely barefoot.

This young boy, dirty as he was, was in fact the royal prince of Pendragon. Firstborn child to Alexander and Isabelle Arc and probably the most well kept secret among the world. Jaune P. Arc, crown prince of the most powerful country and Kingdom in all of Remnant.

It was hard to believe, but there he was before Qrows eyes, and his nieces were none the wiser.

Looking at them Qrow couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips which only caused the two children to grin. Honestly, it looked like the two were caught unawares by a rampaging Ursa or Beowolf. However, Qrow knew better, these two were simply just like two peas in a pod, if they saw each other it was like lightning the fuse to a pile of fireworks.

Which was what happened when Jaune was brought to the Xiao Long household for the weekend. Apparently the political shifts throughout the world were getting antsy and cautious for Jaune's safety Alex sent Jaune to live with the household family of their longest friends. The rest of the Arc children were either old enough to deal with what was going on or were being protected by Isabelle.

However the real reason behind it was all to clear to them.

They were hiding Jaune.

'It's been 7 years since the kids birth and already he's being targeted. What kind of messed up world do we live in?' Qrow thought about that with a mental scowl. When Jaune Arc was born, it had been mostly a joyous occasion for those involved. However, there was a subtle hint of danger underneath all of that. Reason for this was because of the simple fact that the boys existence was a threat to the rest of Remnant's higher echelon of political power.

Qrow didn't even need to remember why he hadn't revealed Jaunes existence to Ozpin. As much as he trusted the man, he was closer to the boys parents far more. Plus he understood the importance of the whole situation. The whole thing surrounding Jaune was bigger than the Maidens, it was as dangerous as the Grimm and those controlling them.

Reason for this was simply because of one thing. It wasn't just because of the fact that Jaune was the crown prince of Pendragon, and the inheriting ruler of Draco. It wasn't because the boy would basically be the next monarch of what was simply the strongest superpower in all of Remnant. A land that even the Grimm seemed to avoid after the extermination they received when the first Arcs migrated to the land.

No it was because the other Kingdoms and the Council of Remnant were afraid of Jaune's existence. The 7 princesses of the Pendragon Kingdom, with the recent birth of Alex and Isabelle's twin daughters, made them out to be targets of political interest. However they were protected by clauses and laws of the family that shielded them from outside parties. None of the other Kingdoms would dare attack them just for the simple fact that to attack, kidnap, or kill them or Jaune would result in the whole of Pendragon's forces coming down upon them with the full force of a Grimm swarming.

However, Jaune was different. He was a boy, the first male to be born in the Arc direct royal family since his father, Alexander. Remnant still bore the scars they were dealt with by Jaune's father, grandfather and great-grandfather Leonidas, the last of them all being the source of the other Kingdoms and councils reckless nature, his existence, though rumored, but never proven only shook them to the core and made them start taking steps to find out about him. Solitas was a grim reminder of what happens when a Arc King unleashes his power with the fullest intent to crush his enemies. The daughters of the family weren't born with as much power as their brother, but had a better time controlling it due to their small reserves.

'Honestly, the Council is just terrified of another Leonidas, but I can't blame them for that. History books and pictures of what he did only legitimized his title as a Monster among monsters.' he thought grimly on that. However, while he could see the Councils fears, he still didn't agree with their actions of killing the boy just because they were afraid he would turn out like his Great grandfather.

And even if hid, what could they possibly do about it?

Nothing because the boy would be far too strong for them to handle at that point.

Qrow just hoped the Councils dog, James Ironwood, wouldn't become too daring to start sniffing around here.

It was a small blessing that the only ones who knew of his existence were those of his direct family and the close associates of the Arc family, namely Team STRQ being the only ones outside of the family who knew about the boy. And for all those involved they intended to keep it that.

Sighing, Qrow crushed his morbid thoughts and returned from his reverie to start playing the role he was given.

The crazy, alcoholic, but fun Uncle Qrow.

"Alright you brats, enough playing around, you may have had your aura unlocked just yesterday Yang, but you can't go abusing it to play with Jaune, ya know." he said as he picked up both blonds by the scruff of their tattered clothes. Yang simply pouted, puffing her cheeks whilst Jaune simply looked down.

"...I just wanted to play with Jauney." she mumbled causing Qrow to snort before he cast a glance at Jaune who looked a tad sheepish.

"And you are supposed to be the older one here Jaune. You know how dangerous it is if one over utilizes their aura, she could have been seriously hurt." he chastised the small prince who quickly went silent once he remembered that fact. It was one of the many lessons he was taught when he started training last year with his aura. His face fell at that as he looked to Yang who stubbornly refused to listen to Qrow.

What the older man said was true and that hurt Jaune even more. Though 7 years old he may be, he was still intricately aware of aura due to all the training he'd been receiving by his grandfather and parents. Aura was the representation of your soul, and unlike him or his family, those outside of it simply did not have the outrageous reserves as they did. Yang had only unlocked her aura yesterday before he came over, and at the beginning your aura would be very small in accordance to the size, age, and experience of the bearer.

Meaning Yang's aura reserves were very small, fitting for her age. It was like comparing her aura to his would be like measuring a rain drop to the vastness of the ocean. It was simply impossible, and for that reason Jaune understood Qrow's warning.

...But that didn't mean he couldn't think of alternatives to the problem.

"I understand Uncle Qrow, but wouldn't it be better that she starts training now so that her aura can have a head start in growing?" he asked getting Yangs attention on that. While she wasn't anywhere near close to knowing about aura as her childhood friend, she was still excited about the prospect of training.

At this Qrow sighed before speaking. "You may have a point, and luckily for you Yang, your mother has already decided to start your training. It's better to start early then to wait, but the risk will still be there, so all I'm asking is for you two to be a bit more careful, alright?" he said before throwing the two kids over his shoulders. He ignored their grunts as he took a swig from his canteen and let out a content sigh as the liquor burned all the way down.

Jaune simply shared a look with Yang who simply blew a raspberry at her friend who simply chuckled.

"We got it, we'll be more careful, right Yang?"

The blonde simply nodded her head before exhaustion took hold and she finally fell asleep. Seeing this Jaune contained his laughter before he decided to lay there, like he had a choice in the matter, and stared at Yang with a smile on his face.

'But Qrow has a point, I'll need to stop being reckless around others. I couldn't ever think about hurting you Yang. The thought of it hurting you or little Rubes.' he frowned as he quickly crushed such a thought.

Jaune had known of Yang for as long as he could possibly remember. His mother saying something about how when they were first introduced ended up in a rather comical situation that to this day he tried to ignore.

Least to say, there was a reason why Yang was so comfortable with him touching her hair which was rarer still seeing as she only let her mother, her step-mother Summer, and now him touch her hair.

Sighing for a bit, Jaune simply allowed his godfather to carry him away from the site. However, his nose switched and his eyes gleamed an unnatural edge when he sensed a particular odor in the air. It had no sight nor true smell that any human could catch, but to him he caught it clear as day.

Azure blue eyes instinctively sharpened before they quickly began to look around the area until his nose caught the trail of the odor and instantly his eyes shot upwards to a single tree to which he saw a single black bird perching atop a solitary branch. Easily concealed by the shade of the tree, but Jaune caught it simply by seeing it's three beady red eyes glaring at him with all the unworldly hatred that such a creature could give.

It had been a moment, but Jaune's eyes narrowed as a small sliver of light formed inside the deepest part of his pupil before his mouth moved. Lips spilled forth words with naught a sound, but the effect and power they had holding all the same amount of wrath within. Instinctual desire lit aflame within Jaune's soul, his world view commanded, demanded, the obedience of the worlds law and in turn, the world gave way.

Begone

And as if reality itself bent to his will, the bird instantly burst into flames of bright gold. There was no screeching or any other sound it let out a silent screech before it burned to nothing but ash. And those ashes began to fleck away into a golden dust that scattered to the four winds. Upon seeing this, the look in Jaune's eyes disappeared, his eyes closing he too fell asleep, a smile of his face.

And Qrow was none the wiser of what just happened.

There was a lot of people Jaune loved in his life. He loved his home, he loved his people, he loved his family, he loved his older sisters, and adored his new baby sisters Arturia and Mordred. He loved his god family, and he loved his childhood friend Yang, but if there was one thing he could say he loved most was this.

Buried in his arms was what could only be considered the cutest and most adorable expression he'd ever seen. A big pair of silver eyes looked up at him as if he was the most interesting thing in the world was set upon him. Black hair with red tips fell in a disheveled mess as a little girl no more 4 years old lay contently in his arms. Her eyes looking up at him, as if pleading to stay where she was in spite of the amusement he was getting from the others around him.

"...This is so not fair, Rubes." he commented though he seriously doubted the young girl understood, or maybe she did as she let out a giggle before snuggling into his chest.

"Teddy Jwaune...comfy." she mumbled into his new white t-shirt, lightly she chewed on his shirt as her tiny hand gripped and balled her tiny hand into a fist, pulling at the fabric as if it were blanket.

He heard a chuckle and looked up to see the father of the girl he was holding in his arms. "I gotta say kid, Ruby's sure has taken a liking to you. The only one I've ever seen her act that way is with you Summer." Taiyang commented getting a small hum from his other wife and mother to his second daughter. Summer on the other hand simply smiled cutely as she looked at the scene with warm eyes. Sipping tea from the cup in her hands, the huntress leaned back comfortably as she watched her little girl, Ruby Rose, simply cuddle up against the blonde prince.

"I can agree with that, but I know Jaune will take good care of Ruby, won't you Jaune? You'll take responsibility for capturing my baby girls heart, won't you?" her smile turned absolutely cat-like, and it only grew once she saw the confused look she got from the boy.

"What do you mean? Ruby's my friend just like Yang, I'll always protect them and take responsibility no matter what happens." he answered automatically. Ruby was just as important to him as Yang, she was like excitable, a ball of sunshine that seemed to never run out of energy, but when she was spent then the girl was like a kitten or puppy.

He didn't know what Summer meant, it flew right over his head and he knew he missed on some kind of joke as Taiyang was now giving him what could only be seen as the glare of an overly protective father. However, Summer on the other hand was now eyeing him with a grin that stretched past her silver mischievous eyes.

"Oh? Is that right? Well I expect at least that much. But I don't wanna be a grandmother too soon so be careful, Jaune." she said which again, whatever she was really saying flew right over the 7 year old's head. Instead he blinked and tilted his head as a light smack hit the back of Summer's head causing her lean forward. Her eyes wide slightly as a more curt, firm, yet...amused voice spoke.

"Quit it with the jokes Summer, you know as well as I they're all too young for such a thing." the words were spoken by a woman with long black hair that fell down her backside like a curtain of ebony. Her red eyes cold and urging for the silence of her sister in marital relation. Raven Branwen sighed as Summers antics before said huntress recovered quickly and began poking and prodding her cheek with a teasing grin.

"You may be saying that, but you can clearly see little Yang's asleep in his lap." she simply before pulling her hand away with a small eep when Raven pulled out a knife from...somewhere and glanced at her dangerously.

"You will not poison this child with your wicked perversion, Summer." she whispered coldly to her longtime friend who began to sweat under her sweltering glare.

Watching this Taiyang could only chuckle at his two beloved wives actions with one another. Years ago, Raven would never have acted this way and instead would have regarded them all coldly and dispassionately, but as his eyes cut across to Jaune who was simply leaning back into the couch with both little Ruby in his arms and Yang curled up in his lap only made him smile.

'But I like to think you had an effect on her when you were a baby Jaune, I'd never seen her so happy or protective before. It was because of you Raven chose her family and friends over the responsibilities of the demands of her tribe. Hell you're the reason Yang and Ruby's here now that I think about it.' He thought about it as he looked from the three children and to his bickering wives.

''What do you think about all this Qrow?" No response. "Qrow?" he asked again before looking to his side only to sigh once he saw his teammate.

Qrow was leaned back in his chair, feet propped and his ever present canteen held loosely to his lips. His snoring loud and obnoxious to his ears, Taiyang simply kicked the chair getting a rise out of the man with a frown. Suddenly, Qrow jumped, alert and eyes wide as can be. His canteen flying in the air as he let loose a disoriented scream.

"DON'T SHAKE MY HANDS WHEN THERE A BOOGER ON YOUR FINGER!"

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

There was the smack of a hand meeting the face of one Raven Branwen as she muttered out a single phrase that to this day would forever haunt Qrow's life.

"...Foolish little brother."

Taiyang simply sighed, Summer let out a quiet giggle, and Jaune could only watch what happened with a tilt of his head as Ruby let out a small mewl at the sound whilst Yang grumbled before burying her head further into his lap.

'Adults are weird.'

It was the following Saturday morning that the rather dysfunctional family began to wake up. It was around 7 A.M. when Taiyang, Qrow and Summer were seen sitting on the front porch with the 4 year old little Ruby sitting her mothers lap. Her silver eyes watching the scene before her with childish excitement that was only seen in her mothers eyes. Because what they were seeing now was Raven beginning Yang's training with her aura by learning how to control the aura she already had so that in time as she grew her reserves could grow as well.

However Raven's method to doing this was both simple, and a bit brutal.

She had Yang fight Jaune.

"Um, mom why do you want me to fight Jaune? I don't wanna hurt him." Yang mumbled to her mother who simply glanced at her with amusement dancing across her ruby red eyes before she looked to Jaune who was a bit less disturbed by the idea. Though it was to be expected due to how he was raised with his older sisters and the training he'd been receiving by his grandfather.

"Don't worry Yang, if anything you should only focus on attacking. Jaune knows how to defend himself from the training he's received, remember he's been doing this a little bit longer than you. Now, go and attack like your father and I showed you." she said patting her daughter on the back which seemed to make her straighten up. However, as she balled up her fists, bent her knees and straightened her posture she couldn't help, but look at Jaune who stared back at her with a smile.

"Give it your best shot Yang, I know you can do it." he said as he readied himself. Right arm outstretched to her, left arm bent and posture bent, knees coiled and feet planted firmly to the ground.

Hearing his words relieved the blond somewhat and a grin stretched her features. Her blond hair seemed to spark to life as her grin became infectious as Jaune copied her. "Then here I come, Jauneyyyy!~"

Then she sprung, aura fueling her body, the ground cracked as she pushed off like a speeding rocket to the Arc Prince who met her in exchange.

Now one would seriously begin to question the sanity of those involved with what was happening before their eyes. Why were they allowing children of 6 and 7 year's of age to fight like this when they should have been playing like the children they were. Well to respond to that, you would need to take a second look at those involved. The adults that were watching were a family of hunters that were among the elite in all of Remnant. They were born and raised to be huntsman and Huntresses, warriors that protected the world from the Grimm. It was all they knew and anything else was just alien to them.

This stigma carried onto their children, namely Yang who simply wanted to be like her mother and father. Strong and free to do what they will while protecting those she could. And Ruby who simply wanted to be liker her mother, the protector of the people and someone who would help anyone that needed saving.

And Jaune? Jaune was a born prince of a Kingdom that grew to power due to their martial prowess as warriors, diplomats, and sense of companionship with the other humans and faunus of the world. The blood of warriors literally flowed through his veins and a legacy of heroes that encompassed the world hung upon his shoulders.

There was nothing he, Yang or Ruby could ever be, but warriors, Huntsman and Huntresses.

Which was why training them early was the best idea. Ravens father had done the same to her and Qrow when they were at the same age as Jaune and look how they turned out.

….

Yeah don't quote me on that.

So, when Yang sprung to Jaune and swung a fist it deflected by Jaune's left palm, but Yang spun around with an elbow strike to his abdomen, but that was caught by his hand. However the force from it surprised him as it lifted him off his feet. Instead of being nervous at this, Jaune simply grinned at Yang before he spun around her first strike before slapping her other fist aside. Grabbing her outstretched arm he spun around before throwing her into the woods.

The young Xiao Long spun and tumbled once she hit the ground, but she caught herself in time to dodge a drop kick from Jaune. Quickly she went back on the offensive by punching his stomach which sent him flying as well, but he flipped and landed on his feet. His head snapped upwards though as she came down with both hands together before bringing them down with a grin. Smiling at all the fun Yang was having he jumped to the side of her attack which once it hit the ground caused that small patch of earth to crack and crater.

''Yikes, that's a lot of strength you got there Yang.'' he commented causing the blonde to look at him with a smirk.

"What scared of little ole me?" she said causing the prince to chuckle just before shaking his head.

"Nah I couldn't ever be scared of ya, and besides..." he said just before speeding toward her his speed caught the young girl off guard and then it was when the prince got up into her face with that goofy grin of his. "You're still my little spitfire~!" Flinching from the closeness, Yang was unprepared when Jaune simply poke her nose.

"Boop!"

Suddenly he jumped back from her furious swipe, an embarrassed flush coloring the 3 year old's cheeks before she dashed after the blond. Left punch, right punch, spin, elbow strike, flip and drop kick. Every attack Yang through at Jaune was blocked or countered, and the more it continued the more fun Jaune was having. However, it was not the same for Yang who, in her childish frustration that kept growing from her unsuccessful attempts on landing a hit finally blew up.

"Stay...STILL!" Her scream ripped out from her throat, her blonde hair bursting to life with yellow flames as her lilac eyes bled red. Her aura blazed to life in the form of blazing yellow to which caused Jaune to stop and frown in worry for his friend. Glancing at his godmother, Raven simply smiled at him as if she approved of this.

With her acceptance, Jaune dropped all pretenses of having fun and tensed his own body in turn.

Though what happened next caught him a bit off guard.

Yang literally exploded from where she was, frustration fueling her transformation she charged at him, cleaving up the earth as she did, but as her right fist went to punch his jaw. Something occurred within the the time frame between her punch and Jaune's cheek. Jaune's blue eyes turned to her, as if his azure blue eyes were staring straight her very being which somehow made the rage induced haze controlling Yang flinch before he acted. His left hand lashed out, catching her wrist before heaving her over his shoulder. Swinging her down, Yang's body slammed into the ground.

Hard.

Thankfully her aura protected her from most of the impact, but the initial slam had been strong to crater the ground and completely knock the girl out. Quickly letting go of his friend, he quickly knelt down and placed her head in his lap just as footsteps made their way to them both. He didn't need to look up to know who it was as he channeled his aura into his hand causing it glow a bright white and gold. It engulfed his hand in a fiery source of power that seemed to calm the world, slowly he placed his hand over her head and let his aura encompass her.

Yang's body slowly, to the intrigue of the adults and the utter amazement of the little Ruby, glowed a bright white light. The warm light seemingly healing whatever damage she suffered as the bruises and scrapes she suffered from the short bout. The light flickered and glowed with the intensity of the sun.

"Is this...your semblance?" Taiyang asked seeing at this was the first time they'd ever seen Jaune every use his powers to them. Besides his grandfather and family, no one else had ever seen him use any of his abilities before.

At this Jaune shook his head and as he responded to the adult he missed Yang's eyes twitch open slightly.

"No, it's simply my aura. As you know, we Arcs are born with a different form of aura from everyone else. We can use our aura to do many things. For me...I can..." he went on to explain, but his words were lost on the blonde beneath him.

Her vision was blurry and her ears were ringing, but she felt an incredible amount of...warmth engulf her. It was like being wrapped up in a blanket and pulled into the embrace of her mother on a cold winters day, and yet it felt like so much more than even that. Her vision swam with black spots and spinning stars, but she looked up to see a familiar face, closer inspect allowed her to see the golden blonde hair and those intense sapphire eyes glance to her father.

She could feel it now, she could feel him, his hand on her head, but more than even that she could somehow feel Jaune's...power coursing through her body. It was warm, bright, and extremely too comforting.

It was...nice.

Unintentionally her body sought out the source of the warmth and her hand crawled over to grip onto Jaune's free hand.

In that moment Yang felt an explosion of warmth engulf her very soul and in that she succumbed to sleep.

No one seemed to see this except for Raven whose smile only deepened once she saw the interaction. Throughout the entire fight she was openly proud of the progress her daughter had made in such a short amount of time. While her opponent was clearly just fighting on her level so as to not seriously hurt her, Yang's improvement still showed her that her daughter would be very very strong under the right guidance.

Raven had never been more proud of her daughter then at this moment.

'But now I can see something happening between these two.' she thought with a mental smile, small as it was, her approval of the act was buried though as a black and red blur shot past her. It was a missile at this point as it short toward Jaune and Yang.

"Ooof!" the golden prince grunted as the body of Ruby slammed into him, her little hands balled up into tiny fists to which she rained down her little sister fury upon the blonde.

Though honestly it more cute and adorable then threatening.

"You hurt my sista! Bad teddy! Bad!"

Glancing from little red to the adults he simply sighed at the grins he received.

'Adults are weird.'

Thus ends that chapter. Hope you all like that caused it was a bitch to put together in the short time frame I had. Got work tomorrow, but after I plan to make the next chapter to Jaune Arc: Power Redefined.

So, a peek into Jaune's childhood at 7year's old, his friendship with Yang and Ruby and subtle ploys built in the background. What a wonderfully twisted little thing we have called Fanfiction, am I right?

Anyway, if you haven't guessed it by now this WILL be a Harem story, but one I plan to build up. It['ll be a slow progression, but have patience as the story and development takes precedence over anything else.

EDIT: I've fixed the ages so that Jaune was 7, Yang was 6 and Ruby is 4 to give a better realism to the context shown.

That said, enjoy this little Omake. I was a little buzzed when I made this so take that for what you will.

Omake: The Prince of Evil

"I am SO not doing it." Qrow said, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared warily at his friend Taiyang who simply glared back at him with equal ferocity and hatred. Both elite huntsmen, trained by the best, and were some of the best in all of Remnant glared petulantly at one another.

And watching the two between them was a baby Jaune Arc, laid down on his changing station, with a filthy filled up diaper. All the needed items needed to change his diaper were in full stock, but neither man wanted to do it. However, Isabelle had to leave to deal with a political dispute between her eldest daughter and the son of a stuck-up nobleman of the Vacuo Kingdom.

Last they heard, the nobleman ended up with a steel rod shoved up his ass before he was tossed into a Grimm Swarm and his hormone driven son was thrown into a tank full of ravenous great white sharks.

There was nothing left to find of the two after what happened to them.

Alexander couldn't due to his duties as King had come in full swing. He had to deal with an argument between trade deals between Vale and Draco that had go awry.

Summer couldn't do it because she was out on a mission to cut down an incursion of Grimm nearing a small settlement east of Vale.

And Raven...

Raven was incredibly pregnant and her mood swings would have assuredly crippled or killed either of them, and they didn't feel safe around her at the moment. Which was why they chose to take of Jaune for the day while Raven was taken care of by the eldest princess of the Crown due to her pregnancy.

Which left Taiyang and Qrow to take care of their godchild, and by the almighty Monty Oum himself the boy was just too much.

He would laugh, he would cry, he was always hungry, and took giant steaming piles of shit nearly every 3 hours!

He filled his diapers every time.

And the smell.

Oh Monty the smell!

Taiyang and Qrow grimaced as one as the smell invaded their nose and they looked down at the boy who simply smiled and giggled at their scrunched up disgusted faces.

His diaper was packed...

Then as one they glanced at each other very slowly.

"...Loser cleans the boy's diaper?" Qrow commented

"Agreed." Taiyang, closing his eyes sagely while nodding like that of an old hermit.

Then, suddenly, epic music started playing in the background. It was like the crashing of waves against a rocky mountain and the booms of thunder roaring throughout the sky with the ferocity of an Elder Grimm Wyvern.

Then the two struck, hands lashing out with deadly accuracy with the fullest intent to crush the other opponent.

…

"FUUUUCCCCKKKK!" Taiyang let out a roar of anguish and sorrow as his enclosed hand, rock, was covered up by Qrow's hand that symbolized paper. Such was his lose that he fell to his knees in complete hopelessness.

Qrow's shit eating grin could only mock the man as he lifted the despairing man and pushed him to Jaune and his stinky ass diaper. "You lost now get to it!"

Taiyang only mumbled as he, hesitantly mind you, went to grab the baby wipes, trash can and baby powder, and a fresh diaper. Then he put on a pair of gloves, air mask and goggles, just for the protective measure.

He had seen Jaune's packed diaper once, once.

He could never look at chocolate ice cream the same again.

"Okay, here we go, you can do this Taiyang!" he mumbled to himself whilst Qrow watched from the sidelines.

Hands trembling, he took hold of the straps holding the boys diaper together, and with all the caution of a man about to defuse a megaton nuclear bomb, he pulled them apart, undoing the diaper and revealed it's contents to the world.

...

And the world shriveled like a prune in disgust,

"Oh sweet mother of Monty Oum!"

"Quick you dumbass get rid of it!"

"Oh Lord in Heaven something just moved!"

"AHG! The smell!" Soon Qrow toppled to his knees at the changing station, the pure smell made his naval sensory system crying out in pure agony.

"Oh...O...OH...it's LEAKING!"

Taiyang couldn't take it anymore, he tossed the damned accursed thing into the trash can, but soon he fell to his knees beside Qrow, the whole ordeal taking all the fight they had out of them.

But then as they looked up, they saw little Jaune staring at them and, for a brief moment they swore on their graves, the damned boy smirked at them.

Then proceeded to relief himself upon the two men in a glorious shower of gold.

….

Stunned, the two men could only sit their as they were essentially pissed on by the boy.

"Qrow..."

"...Yeah..."

"...We never speak of this to anyone."

"...Agreed."

End