Hello again everyone! Welcome back to White I.

Hopefully by now you've all noticed the new cover art. I'm quite proud of it, even though it didn't take me too long. I've never really done graphic art, so I thought I'd give it a try. And for those of you who can do graphic art I bet your all laughing at me right now because you've noticed that I made it in Paint. I've never done graphic art anywhere except there, so I have no idea how to use the higher-end stuff. But either way I think it turned out alright. Also, something you may notice is the title, where each letter is a different color. Those are the colors of each of the eight major characters, so if you didn't know what they were already, you do now.

Also, recently I've been thinking about the other story I've been writing (I've mentioned it a few times here) and for personal reasons I've decided to stop writing it, at least for the time being. The story has reached the 'point of no return', meaning that I can no longer go back and correct any of the stuff in it. Does this affect you? Yes. It means that I'll write fanfiction more often and that the gaps between each color will diminish significantly. I'll still need time to think about each new color though.

So I think that that's all the new stuff. Anyways, White I's almost over, blah blah blah, all that usual stuff. After this there'll be one more chapter, then its on to the next color.

For now, enjoy the new chapter!

I returned to my desk soon afterwards to avoid losing any more hope in humanity. Sitting down, I started up a card game with someone else online. As it loaded, I looked to the corner of my desk and saw the fax from the morning. Oh right, I thought, the fax. Picking it up, I began to read it.

I was surprised to find it not written in English, but another language entirely. It was in Nalakian. Nalakian was the language that the people of Nalak spoke, and it was a tribe of people who lived apart from the kingdoms. They were some of the few people groups in Remnant who could survive outside of a kingdom.

I was a Nalakian.

Emphasis on the was part. I left the village some time ago to pursue a life in the city. Turns out the city life isn't how I thought it would be, but it was much better than village life.

I could still fluently speak Nalakian. Reading it was a bit more difficult. As I started to read the fax the card game loaded on my computer and I looked up. I almost put the fax aside and started playing but I was curious, so I read the fax. As I read the language came back to me, and my understanding of what it said increased.

It was from my mother, and she wanted to see me. Or at least that's what she said at first, but later on in the letter she said the village needed more wood-cutting axes.

I sighed. I was the blacksmith in the town for a while, inheriting the job from my father. When I left it passed on to my younger brother. I guess that he either gave up or wasn't good enough to make a good axe.

I slid it into my suitcase and played the card game. But I was still distracted by the letter, so I lost several games.

Leaning back in my chair, I pulled out the fax again and reread it. Nothing new popped up. My mother wanted to see me and wanted a few axes while I was at it. She had never sent me a fax, or even a message of any kind. The people of Nalak weren't exposed to too much technology, so she must have had to go to the city to send this.

I decided to go. Obviously she had gone to great trouble to send this note.

Replacing the fax in my small suitcase and straightening my bow tie, I returned to the card game.

I still lost them due to the distractions of the message, but it was easier for me to play and eventually I pulled out a win. Losing the next game, I leaned back in my chair, sighing.

"What's wrong with you?" Someone asked over my shoulder. I turned. It was Faust.

"Hey Faust" I said.

"How can you're ratings drop so much all of a sudden?" He asked, "I thought that you were good"

"I've just got something on my mind" I replied.

"Then don't play," he said, "or your ratings will drop"

"I know," I said, "I just don't know what else to do"

Faust paused, "I can show you another game" He said.

"No Faust," I started, "I will not play one of your shooting games"

"Those are fun though," He replied, "but that's not what I was talking about"

I turned in my chair to face him, interested. A new game in the office would mean something more to do. Frankly, poker, go fish, and solitaire got old very fast. The game he told me about was one that'd I'd never heard of, but decided to try right away.

Faust patted my white-haired head, "I think that you'll like it" He said, leaving.

I reached up, making sure that he hadn't destroyed my hair. It was pure white and pulled back into a long braid. On the right side of my hair, however, my bangs stuck out into the air, then drooped down, like the top of a sideways square. I had short, but thick, white sideburns hanging off either side of my head.

People often gave me odd looks because of the contrast between my hair and skin. I had pure white hair and very dark brown skin. But what people seemed most confused about was how I looked so young and yet I had white hair. In truth, I was only in my mid-twenties, but I was born with white hair. In Nalak one's hair color represents what they will grow up to be like, so there are many children born with much more unnatural hair. My white hair symbolized purity.

On top of that, all Nalakians are tattooed at birth. So I have two upside down triangular tattoos below both of my green eyes. They are a faded white, and the bottom tips turn inwards towards my nose. However, whether I like it or not, they are there forever. I've heard stories of people cutting them off, but when the skin grew back so did the tattoos.

I finished downloading the new game onto my computer and started it up. It was another fighting game, but I decided to give it a try. Surprisingly, it was quite strategic and fun.

When the day ended I stood up, taking my small suitcase and black blazer off the back of my chair, and walking to the door.

"Bye everyone" I called as I pulled my long grey jacket off the coat hanger by the door and headed home to my apartment.

Sitting down on my bed, I un-tucked my long-sleeved white shirt and pulled off my bowtie. With my jacket now hanging on my door and my blazer in my closet, I laid down across my bed and stared up at the ceiling.

My apartment was very small, so I was able to pay the rent easily on my own. I was used to living in cramped quarters, only with other people, so cramped quarters without people were much more comfortable.

The bedroom was the first room in the suite, with my large queen-sized bed right in the middle. It was the biggest thing in the entire suite, and took up the majority of the room. On the wall closest to the door was a tight kitchen and sink. The doorway was followed by a short hallway, and going left would lead to the bathroom.

I glanced up, staring at the bathroom across from the bed. Next to the hallway was a large television. Sighing and lying back down, I waited for several long minutes. Despite not doing much of anything at work, I was tired. I always was. Working made me want to curl up on the floor and sleep. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to do that.

Finally I sat up, going to the kitchen fridge to pull out some food and prepare a small dinner. I made a few grilled cheese sandwiches and sat down on my bed to eat.

Leaning back against the wall behind my bed, I pulled my scroll out from my pocket and connected it to the television. It turned on and started up a show that I'd been watching the past few months. It was a reality show about the various hunters' academies around Remnant. It was interesting to watch all the young people learning and fighting, and I had learned a fair amount from the show as well.

I bit into my second sandwich, watching as two huntsmen, Jaune Arc and Cardin Winchester, went head-to-head in a fighting match. Jaune was easily outdone, as usual. I'd seen them fight before, and knew that even I could fight better than him. Probably both of them actually. Despite never attending a hunters' academy, I could fight pretty well, or at least I thought I could. While with the Nalakians, I'd learned to hunt. When I came to the city, I learned how to use a sword through an online teacher. Lots of my life revolved my computer these days.

When the program ended I reached into my suitcase and pulled out the fax. Shutting off the television, I started to plan out the route in which I'd take to the Nalakian village.

Shortly after deciding on a route, I glanced up at the time, washed my plate and griller, and returned to my bed to read.

So there it is. As you can see, White I is much slower paced than the others, and it will continue to be slow-paced. However, there is only one chapter left after this, which is already written, so expect it in the next couple of days.

Also, I feel like I've been rushing these introductions lately. Sorry about that. I just really want to get into the actual story, and I'm sure that you all do too. Nevertheless, introductions are always important right?

And that's that, so as usual, favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell you enemies, unless you don't want to, then that's cool too. Hopefully I will see you all in the final chapter of White I.