Hello everyone and welcome back. I have to say though, waiting a week was way too long for me. I feel like I should be apologizing for how late this is. For now I'm planning on keeping this schedule, but if you want to say something about it please tell me in a review.

Also, sorry that this chapter was late. Due to the recent passing of our dear Monty Oum I felt that the timing wasn't appropriate. However, I have a promise to keep to you guys.

And I just want to say that I had loads of fun writing this color. Yes, I am already done (other than editing). It's longer than the others, and its a lot more important, so pay attention.

Anyways, it feels like its been too long since I've posted here so let's just get right down to it. Here is the first chapter of Violet I!

I ran along the rocky path, hopping from boulder to boulder. The little pink girl, whatever her name was, had dragged behind to the point where I abandoned her entirely. High heels? I thought, Seriously? How does she even fight in those? But she was gone now, so I didn't need to think about her anymore.

Good thing she hadn't come along, too, as the path got much bumpier. Jumping through it was much faster and frankly, more fun. Pinkie couldn't enjoy it with shoes like hers, and if she were to go barefoot she'd likely stub her toe.

"Oh no!" I called out, imitating a prissy girl (which is what Pinkie is), "I broke a nail!" I laughed at her from where I was, leaping across a gap onto the next rock. "Please," I continued, "how'd someone like her become a full-fledged huntress?" I leapt, scampering up the side of the next boulder. "She must be fairly new to the game, considering her size" I snickered to myself, which quickly turned to a grunt as I landed on another lower boulder.

"Still," I continued, "Obviously she graduated. Probably just barely though. Heh. Not like me. I've been at this job for years now. I wonder how old she is though." I paused to think about it, then shook my head, "Nah," I decided, "who cares?"

Arriving on a particularly tall boulder, I crawled to the top and gazed out over the remaining land. The village was very close. I could see it already.

Clearing the last few boulders I landed on the outskirts of the village, which was a very small amount of land between the boulder fields and the village. In fact, it was about two feet wide all around the village.

I planted my feet in the outskirts, then gazed out over the village. People stopped and turned to look at me. Someone broke through the crowd.

"Are you Octavia Strom?" The woman asked.

I nodded, "I am indeed" I replied.

"Quickly," the woman started, "come this way"

I looked down at the imaginary line dividing the village from the outskirts, then stuck out my foot and stepped over it in an exaggerated way.

As I passed through the crowd the people stared at me in awe. One reached out and ran his fingers through my long, violet-colored dreadlocks. I turned to stare at the person, but he didn't let go, so I kept moving. Luckily, he didn't try to pull me back. He wasn't very attractive anyway.

We arrived at a wooden cabin, which was bigger than the other cabins scattered around the village. The woman spread open the curtain door and I stepped through. She didn't follow, and I glanced back as the curtains closed behind me.

"Octavia." An elderly man's voice came from behind me. I turned.

"That's me" I replied.

"Thank you for arriving so soon" He said.

"That's my job," I replied, "the quicker I do jobs, the more that I can do, and the more money I make"

The man nodded, "We have a problem" He said, as if he hadn't even heard my statement.

"Your people are being kidnapped and returned right?" I asked.

"Correct" the man replied.

"Alright," I started, "when do people go missing typically?"

"At night," he replied.

"Around what area of the village?"

"Everywhere"

"Explain"

"They kidnappers take anyone"

"Is there a pattern?"

"Not from what I have noticed"

I paused to think, "When do they usually come?" I asked.

"I already told you, at ni-" He started.

I cut him off, "How often?" I asked.

The old man sat in his chair, thinking for a long while. "Every week or so" He replied.

"Are the victims any different when they return?" I asked.

"They say that they feel different," He started, "but it doesn't really show"

"It doesn't really show." I repeated out loud, "What small part of it does show?"

"They're quiet for a while" He replied.

I plopped myself down on the ground, right in front of the doorway, and scratched my chin. "Hmm," I said, "When is the nearest time that they'll be coming do you think?"

He hesitated, "The last kidnapping happened several days ago already." He replied, "Any day now I'd say"

"Good," I said, standing back up, "Thank you for your help" I turned around and left the cabin. The old man grunted behind me, as if he were about to say something. But I left before he could.

Outside, I saw people turn again to stare at me, while still continuing with their work. I felt a tugging at my knee-high black laced-up boot. Looking down, I saw a little girl staring up at me and holding my leg. I almost yanked it away, but thought before doing so.

"Are you a demon?" She asked.

The question was odd, to say the least.

"No?" I replied, unsure of how to answer.

A woman came and picked the little girl up, "I'm so sorry," She said, "We have several legends here of red-eyed demons attacking villages. My little girl was thrown off by yours"

"Don't sweat it," I said, blinking my red eyes, "Sometimes people call me the Violet Demon anyway" It was true that that was my title. Similar to the Tri-Horn, only not as widely known. The Tri-Horn was very popular, but I was well-known in my own right.

"Oh," the mother said, looking somewhat concerned, "I see. So you're used to it"

"Yep" I replied.

"Are you sure that you're okay with being referred to as a demon though?" She asked.

I laughed, "Yes, I'm fine with it," I replied, "not that it was up to me. Besides, demons aren't as big in the city as they are down here"

"Oh okay" the mother replied.

"Then what do you do?" The little girl asked me. "If you don't fight demons, what do you do?"

Turning to her, I said, "Well, I'm a huntress, which means I fight creatures called Grimm for a living. Sometimes I do jobs like these too though"

"Are the Grimm the city demons?" the little girl asked.

"They are very similar, yes," I replied, "but Grimm are much easier to kill for someone like me"

"Well it's good to know you are capable" the mother said, turning to leave.

I stared after her, confused. Shrugging it off, I thought, never heard of goodbyes here I guess.

The woman turned around, "I'm sorry to disturb you again," she started. I hadn't moved an inch. "But do you need somewhere to stay? We'd be happy to help if we can"

I smiled politely, "Thanks," I replied, "But I shouldn't be here longer than a single night"

"Oh," the mother said, "okay"

"Also," I called her back before she left, "Have any of your children been kidnapped?"

"Yes," She replied, "my eldest son"

"May I speak with him?" I asked.

"Of course." The mother replied, "But chances are you won't get anything out of him. None of us could"

"Let me give it a shot" I said.

So there you have it. A slower start, but I spend a lot more time on this character than the others (except Crimson I).

Thank you very much My Name is Jeff for your review. It really helps to hear about the flaws of the story so that I can improve. And yes, the rest of the introductions are going to be shorter and more like the last three (except Violet I), but that's only because they aren't as important. Gazini's portion of the story is the introduction to the actual plot, whereas the others, although important, don't contribute to the plot nearly as much. And I think that Crimson I was longer because at the time I was really excited to start writing and my ideas flowed slower, allowing me more time to write. However, at this point I've planned all the way to Crimson V, so I guess that I've been feeling rushed. And yes, these other characters are 'side dishes' as you called them. Gazini will be the main focus of the story, but the other characters are still very important, so don't dismiss them completely. Also, I get the "its a trap" reference and I understand where your coming from. Anyways, thank you so much for your insightful review and hopefully I answered all your questions. If I haven't shoot me another review or a PM (your a guest so I don't think that you can do that though) and I'll do my best to answer them, without giving anything away of course. And also, I got your second review, and no, they aren't kunai. They're much smaller, and don't look as much like actual daggers. They're more like thicker needles than actual knives.

Also, I just feel that this needs to be acknowledged again. Rest in peace Monty. Without you this story would never have even started, and I am truly thankful for what you have done and how you have impacted my life. RWBY became a part of my life, and now HellFall is an even bigger part of it. Again, thank you.

I'll admit that I didn't cry when I heard the news, but I'm just like that (emotions don't come easily to me, if that makes any sense). I'm still having trouble processing his death, as he was way too young, but the best thing that we can do is keep moving forward.

I don't really know how I can honor his life in full, so for now I will do so by assuring you all that I will see this story through, for both Monty and you guys as well.

So now the usual stuff. Favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell your enemies, or don't if you don't want to, and I will see you all in the next chapter.