Dirt & Grit
Chapter 4
Where… where am I?
"Over here Grit!"
Is that Autumn? She's, ok? That's good. It must have been a bad, dream that's all. I guess I should get out of bed then.
I tried to get up.
Why can I not get up?
Why is the floor so wet?
Why can I not move?
"Why aren't you getting up?... That's ok! I'll come over to you!" Autumn's voice said cheerily echoing.
My tongue feels so heavy.
A shadow leaned over.
It was Autumn, but there was something wrong…
Where was her arm? I could see her brain; her stomach was opening and wouldn't stop… pouring.
Please… no more blood.
She leaned down to cup her hand into the floor, scooping up the red liquid and then proceeding to pour it all over herself.
Please stop… I don't want to see your blood… Please, Autumn… WHY CAN'T I SCREAM?!
"Oh~ brother" she sang while leaning down to my face, "Did you already forget what daddy said?" She whispered.
'PROTECT AUTUMN!'
I-I-I…
Her blood dripped over my face as she leaned back up to smile at me, blood caking her teeth.
"You left me to die." She stopped smiling as she put her hand on my face, pushing me into the floor. "You killed me and mummy and it's all. Your. Fault!" Snarling, she pushed me in harder into the floor.
PLEASE STOP YOU'RE HURTING ME!
The blood was pouring into my mouth as I tried to scream, but all that came out were gurgles as she held me under.
Another shadow came; it was burnt beyond recognition except for wispy brown hair around its scalp as it too came down to hold me down.
Mum?!
I tried to cry and beg them to stop, but I could feel myself slipping away.
All I could hear was Autumn's voice as the darkness claimed me.
"… See you soon, murderer."
"AGGHHH!" I screamed as I escaped the darkness and into the light of day. I greedily took in as much air as I could while trying to get the blood out of my mouth. Why wasn't it coming out? Did I swallow it all? I could feel that I was going to be sick unless I got the blood out of my mouth.
Huh?
I looked down to see I was in a bed in a very tiny… room? It was small horizontally but long enough in front of me that I could see a door in front of me. I tried turning my body to see more, but winced as I felt a pain in my chest.
I looked down to see my body was covered in bandages, with it being wrapped more heavily around my chest.
"Agh!" I could feel my head splitting with a ringing in my ear, causing me to keel over in agony, which then caused the rest of my body to shoot with pain.
I could only hold myself while I waited for the pain to stop, which it eventually did after a few minutes.
*Chirp* *Chirp*
Is that a bird?
I strained my ears and heard more noises; Children shouting and playing, dogs barking and adults talking and laughing. I could also hear the crackling of a fire outside.
A black mass falling from the sky. The bonfire explodes, setting nearby people alight. Screaming as they try putting themselves out.
I shook my head to get rid of the nightmare. It wasn't real, it couldn't have been real.
Am I… Still in the village?
I started to feel hope as I tried to call upon any strength I could to move my broken body to investigate further.
I looked up to see a small window above my bed with the light shining in. I dragged myself up to the window sill where I saw so much green.
More accurately, I was in the woods but in a clearing surrounded by giant trees. There were large wooden caravans that had wheels so it could be driven. I could see children running around in hand-me-down clothes, and the women were in colourful dresses with headscarves of various shades while sporting golden jewellery. The men wore rugged clothes such as old T-shirts, jeans or jackets that looked like they had been thrown into the dump but washed thoroughly.
Who are these people?
I spotted a black-haired woman hanging up wet clothes on a laundry line before she stopped and turned around as though she knew someone was watching her.
I ducked down as fast as I could, hoping that she didn't spot me as I started to breathe more heavily.
W-where am I? Who are those people? I'm so scared. What do I do? What do I do? Someone, please help-
I could hear the doorknob in front of me click open as the woman I spotted came walking through.
Looking at her, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was as she walked in with a loving smile on her face.
She had dusky skin with a tattoo of a wheel on her nect. Her black curly hair was loose while sporting freckles all over her face, which came equipped with a pair of sapphire-coloured eyes and full red lips. She had a pair of golden hoop earrings on either ear and a plain red bandana tied around her head. Her clothes were a simple white blouse that was open near the top and a long red skirt, along with plain sandals.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts as she walked over to my… bed? Or was it a cot? I didn't know anything right now, and it was frustrating me.
What's happening right? Where is everyone? Where's dad? Mum or Autumn? I don't know what to do. Who is this woman?
The woman sat on the edge of my cot as she looked at me for a moment with pure pity and sadness in her eyes.
Stop looking at me like that.
"Amon will be glad you are finally awake, dear child." She said finally as he put her palm on my forehead where I could feel her calloused hand take my temperature.
Warm.
"It seems your fever has disappeared and you can sit up straight." She muttered to herself before refocusing her attention on me. "How are you feeling, child?" She asked while leaning towards me.
How do I feel?
… I don't know anymore.
"… I don't know what I feel, Miss I feel uh… I just…" I was lost and confused and everything was just too much and I just wanted mum or dad to walk through that door to hold me tight.
I could hear my dad's voice.
When in doubt, divert.
"I'm sorry, but whose Amon?" I asked the strange woman, "And who are you? And where am I? What happened to my–" My voice was choking up before she interrupted me by putting her fingers on my lips, quieting me down instantly.
She smiled, "My name is Rozalia. You are just resting in our camp and Amon is our camp leader." She removed her finger. "Amon is the one who saved your life and brought you here." She finished.
He… brought me here? He saved my life?
"But where is here?" I asked, only feeling more confused at her answers, which seemed to be intentionally vague to drive me crazy.
She didn't give me an answer but instead stood up and went to a bag in the corner where she untied it to grab some clothes. A cotton drawstring shirt and trousers, which she then handed to me in a scrunched-up ball. They smelt old and felt scratchy to the touch.
"Here, put these on and meet me outside. I'll show you around." She gestured towards the door before walking over to open it and leave.
I looked at the clothes on my lap for a moment before struggling to put my shirt on one arm at a time. I could feel the stiffness in my shoulders and in my back, which caused me to flinch and grunt until I managed to get them on.
I stepped off my cot and felt a jolt of pain where my feet touched the ground. I tried to swallow my cry as I stood on both feet and made my way to the door, where I opened it and had the full brunt of the sunshine on my face.
I covered my eyes to protect myself before I got used to the light.
How long was I asleep?
Uncovering them, I saw Rozalia standing below me with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face waiting for me to come with her.
Did she shrink? Oh, there are stairs.
Each step I took made me feel like I was going to throw up as jolts of pain shot their way up my leg. It was only four steps,, but it felt like a thousand as I finally made my way down. I saw her reach her hand out before halfway retracting it back.
"Are you okay, child?" She asked with concern.
No. Everything hurts. I feel sick and I want to go home to my mum and dad already.
"… I'm fine," I said, lying through gritted teeth as she looked at me for a moment before turning around and offering her arm.
I ignored her arm and started walking forward a bit. If she was offended, she didn't show it and only just started walking in front of me slightly as I trailed behind. I saw the same sights as I did last time, but now everybody was staring at me strangely as I walked by. Some looked at me kindly while others dismissed my presence without a care and a few I saw looked at me… angrily?
"-Who's that boy ma? - "
"-Feh just another mouth to feed-"
"-Fucking outsiders-"
Hearing those comments made me stay closer to Rozalia, as right now she was the only one I vaguely knew enough to me safe. I looked up to see her turning her head to look at me slightly.
"You asked where we were, yes?" She said while gesturing her hands around, "But the better question is 'what' we are, yes?" She pointed towards the people sitting or running around. "We are the scorned nomads, the lost people and travellers of the beaten path." I could only look at her, confused, while following her hand gestures to the rest of the caravans that were dotted around the clearing.
A scowl was on her face, "However if you ask the kingdoms, we are gipsy's, pikeys, thieves and black magic practising pagans who eat little children and sacrifice virgins." She made no effort to hide the bitterness in her voice, as she seemed lost in memories while rubbing her shoulder. Turning back to me, any traces of negativity left her face and was instead replaced with a tired smile. "As you can see, however, none of that is true, yes?" A kid younger than me ran by laughing with a tattoo of a caravan wheel on his arm.
"But the truth of the matter is we are just a lost and wounded people seeking as much freedom as we can from those who take it away from us." She continued on her path that was now going past the main campfire. As we passed, more men, women and children would say hello to Rozalia as she went by asking her how she was or if she could play with them, which she kindly said no. They all had that same tattoo on various parts of their bodies.
I was half listening to what she was saying and only grunted in response as I looked ahead to see where she was taking me. We were heading towards another smaller clearing past the treeline where a man was sitting on a log looking out into the distance completely transfixed at whatever he was looking at.
As we got closer, I could make out better details of the man; He had shaggy grey hair and a heavy stubble showing that he hadn't bothered shaving for a while. His white rolled-up dress shirt was only buttoned halfway, but tucked into his navy pinstripe suit pants with a pair of fancy leather shoes to complete it off. To say he looked out of place was an understatement, as he looked more like he belonged in a nightclub than out in the middle of the forest.
I was staring at the massive bags under his dark-coloured eyes before he broke out of his trance and made direct eye contact with me. There was nothing in his gaze that betrayed how he felt.
Does he not sleep?
Rozalia called out to him first, "Master Amon, I've brought the child as requested. He is in… decent health." She finished, glancing back at me with a worried look.
The now named Amon stared for a moment before going back to his staring. "Thanks Roz, leave the little bastard here and I'll take care of it." He said with a completely bored tone, before breaking out of his trance again, "And stop calling me master, you moron. People are going to think I'm a weirdo." He added while now narrowing his eyes at her.
Rozalia laughed under her breath as she bowed slightly. "Of course… sir." Amon grunted as he now focused his attention on me as Rozalia walked away but not before giving my shoulder an encouraging squeeze and a smile.
We were now in an awkward staring contest with each other, waiting to see who would talk first. Well, I felt it was awkward for me and I already couldn't understand this man in any way who looked the same as usual.
I can't take it anymore.
Before I could say anything, he beat me to the punch: "Your Gin's kid, right?" He asked in that same neutral tone.
Gin? Oh, he means dad.
"Y-yeah I am," I replied, finding it hard to meet his cold dead stare. "Do you know my dad from somewhere?" I couldn't imagine my happy and loud dad knowing someone this miserable.
Amon looked at me again before reaching into his pocket to retrieve something. It looked like a paper square which he flicked over to me, landing in front of my feet. I looked down to see that it was a photo.
I leaned down to pick it up to take a closer look: It was four young men who stood at various heights, one stood a good two feet over the others while the others stood at around about the same height. What stood out to me was the man I instantly recognised in the middle as the silver eyes and smile tipped me off immediately.
Dad… He looks so young.
However, the other picture I could see was what looked like a completely younger version of Amon standing next to him, a couple of inches shorter. He was also missing the heavy eye bags, scraggly grey hair and heavy stubble. I looked back at Amon and back at the picture before it clicked in my head.
"You were on the same team as my dad?!" I yelled, dropping the photo by accident. I muttered a quick apology and picked it back up before walking over to give it back to him, which he gently took to put back in his pocket.
I noticed that even with him, I stood at exactly his sitting height. He made a shooing gesture with his hand, confusing me before realising he wanted me to step back. He took in a deep breath.
"Yeah, me, your dad, Hazel Rainart and Peter Port made up Team PARM (Parmesan) in our Huntsman days," He tilted his head while looking at me, "Anyone said you look so much like your old man?"
"Y-yeah, a few times… I guess." I muttered, not really sure how to feel about this guy at the moment. While he did save me, he wasn't making it seem like he did it out of the goodness of his heart.
Something about him isn't right.
"My dad never said anything about you…" I paused, "… Or anything really about being a Huntsman." I finished lamely, realising that might have been the wrong thing to say.
Surprisingly that actually got a chuckle out of him as he looked up to the sky, "… Yeah I don't really blame him…" He muttered before looking back at me, all traces of humour gone from his face and back to his dead stare. "We didn't really leave each other on the… best of terms."
A silence came over us and I realised my legs were starting to ache.
"Rozalia said that you… saved me and brought me to this camp." He nodded at that as I gulped, thinking of my next question. "B-but I need to…*gulp*… uh… did… anyone else survive?" My hands were starting to get sweaty as he stared at me for what seemed like forever.
"Please! Say something!" I yelled, feeling panic slowly take over my body. Amon continued to stare before he leaned forward on his knees.
"No," he said in that same dull, robotic voice.
No? What did he mean by…
My mouth felt dry and was becoming dryer by the second. "What do you… what do you mean 'no'? 'no' like you don't know? 'no' that you didn't check? What do you-"
"No. As in, nobody but you survived that night." He said while looking at me with half-lidded eyes.
I couldn't breathe. I needed-I needed something! Anything! Water. I needed something to drink!
-Smashed corpses against the walls.
-Guts spilling out all over the stone streets.
-Brains dripping out of their skulls.
-The rivers of blood pouring from every hole.
I could only look at Amon's uncaring face as he sat there unmoving.
Why does he not care?! How could my dad be teammates with such a-such a-DAD!
I could barely get enough air in my lungs, "My dad! What happened to my dad? He was fighting a Faunus and-and-and a talking Grimm! Dad must have lived! He's somewhere in the camp and resting we have to-!" I felt like I was suffocating under this man's cold gaze.
"Your dad is dead." Amon's voice cut in like a knife.
D-dead?
Anger welled up inside me.
Dad wouldn't die! he was the strongest man in the world and the biggest too. Absolutely nothing could beat him! Nothing in this world.
My breath got quicker, and I felt my eyes stinging.
He's trying to lie to me! Trying to trick me!
"YOU LIAR! MY DAD ISN'T DEAD HE'S COMING FOR ME RIGHT NOW YOU'LL SEE!" I screamed at the lying bastard in front of me.
He could only sigh as he reached behind him to pick something up.
My heart turned to ice.
Excuser was being held in that man's hand like it was just something he picked up from the street before he stabbed it into the ground in front of him.
Like a piece of junk.
"Do you really think your dad would ever let this thing go if he wasn't dead?" Amon asked in a deadpan tone and with a raised eyebrow.
I couldn't hear him, however, as all I could think or hear while looking at that blade was my dad's words echoing in my head.
'I told you that a Merrick always keeps their promises,'
My legs couldn't hold me up anymore, and I could feel the soft grass faintly touching me.
'… Are you sure you're my son, Grit? And not some alien who has taken his place?'
My dad's laugh echoed throughout my mind as I tried closing my eyes to shut out the memory.
No… No! No! No! He just can't be… It's not fair!
I hear a soft thud as something was tossed in front of me. I opened my eyes to look.
A silver bracelet with brown leaves.
"Aghhh… Ahhhhh!...hngh!... A-Autumn?" I picked up the bracelet as gently as I could, afraid that one wrong move would cause it to fly away.
"I found that on an arm you were holding when I found you." Amon's uncaring voice cut in. "I assume it belonged to your sister who was eaten?" He said.
Eaten? Autumn was… Eaten?
Oh.
Teeth gnashing and chewing on innocent flesh that shouldn't have been touched.
Giant hands ripping and pulling at a body that offered no resistance.
A waterfall of blood dribbled out of the beast's jaw.
"I… I don't… Why is this… What do I… Ah?" I could do nothing, as that night played back into my mind.
'Look… Awa-AIEEEEAAAHH,'
'LIVE GRIT!'
'PROTECT AUTUMN!'
I dug my knuckles into my head to try to get the voices to leave my brain, but no matter how hard they came back stronger.
Mum's body was on fire, desperately trying to crawl towards me.
Dad fought off a monster from a nightmare while I ran like a coward.
Autumn's tiny body is being pulled apart by a wolf Grimm.
"Why?! WHY?! WHY?!" I could only punch the ground. I was so defenceless, I was so weak, I was a coward.
Why am I alive?! Why did no one else live?!
"It's so unfair?! It's not fair! It's not fair!" I screamed as hard as I could into the dirt, trying to bury my head.
It has to be a nightmare! It's a terrible, terrible nightmare and I can't wake up!
"That's right, it's not fair." An unfeeling voice cut in.
Who is that?!
I looked up to see Amon standing over me with a blank look on his face.
"You had everything taken away from you in the blink of an eye." He continued his passive gaze, "And because you were so pathetic and weak, you couldn't do a single thing but allow yourself to be fucked by those stronger than you." He raised his foot back and then booted me in my stomach.
"OMPFH!" I could feel the wind knocked out of my lungs while I clutched my gut. I could barely feel the pain as his words cut into my mind and skin.
Mr and Mrs Cobble's bodies were violently torn apart-
Desperately trying to reach for each other in death-
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" I screamed while looking up at his dark-coloured eyes.
Black holes.
A sneer was on his face as he stood over my wheezing form.
"And you know what else? Your dad was just as pathetic and weak as you are." I felt pressure on my chest as he put his foot on me. "He tried so hard to protect everything that he could barely-"
"SHUT UP!" I wanted him to shut his mouth closed. I-I-I wanted to do something to him.
"-Save anything. It's only by some miracle that you are even alive right now." He continued unperturbed by my screams as I tried desperately to reach him. I wanted to hurt him so badly.
"GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF OF MEEEE! AGHH!" I thrashed as hard as I could, trying to shake off this immense weight.
I could feel the monster's hot breath on my neck as it pinned me down.
My mother throttled in the grip of that maniac.
Her smile before she was set alight.
My eyes hurt and my throat ached from screaming. I just wanted it to be over. I wanted this to all just be a bad dream that I couldn't wake up from.
"And you know what the real kicker is?" Amon was not finished. "That Grimm and Faunus your dad was fighting? I saw them fly off into the night sky without a care in the world, leaving your family in the street like a pile of dogshit." He leaned down towards me.
"Doesn't that just piss you off?" He asked with a frown on his face.
That… man is alive? The one who killed mum? That beast? Huh? That can't be… Dad was supposed to win, he was never supposed to lose.
I couldn't understand anything. Why were they not dead?
They killed everyone.
Why did dad not win?
They killed Mr and Mrs Cobbles.
He was… he was supposed to be the strongest!
They killed dad.
He was big! He was bigger than the sky!
They killed mum.
How did he lose?
They killed Autumn.
… What am I supposed to do? What do I do?
THEY KILLED EVERYONE. SLAUGHTERED THEM. SMASHED THEIR HEADS. BURNT THEM AND ATE THEM!
I could feel my body getting hotter and I could taste salt in my mouth as my vision became blurry. Amon became nothing but a smudge as I thought of everyone.
Mum…
'I love you two more than anything in this world!'
A choked sob made its way out of my mouth.
Dad…
My dad held me in a tight hug after he came back from his travels to Vale. No words were necessary to convey how much we missed each other.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't find the strength.
Autumn…
'I wub it Gwit, I weally weally wub it, iz tha bess present ever I wub it so much Gwit *hiccup*"
All I could do was weep as my family floated through my mind like ghosts.
'Any last words for your beloved baby?'
That bastard… that fucking horned bastard…He killed her...
'MeRrrRiCk…'
That fucking monster…he killed all those people...
Teeth gnawing and pulling apart a tiny between its giant clawed hands.
The Grimm… I'll get them all…
… I'll wipe them out… I'll rip their skin off… pull their teeth out… TEAR THEIR FUCKING JAWS OFF AND SPILL THEIR GUTS!
"… I'll kill them all…"
Amon, who had leaned back up at this point, tilted his head at me. He was still blurry and I couldn't make out his shape, but I didn't care.
"I'll kill all of 'em… I'll find that horned bastard and shove his hands down his throat! I'll rip that fucking talking monster to pieces! I-I-I'll wipe every last Grimm off the face of the planet if I have to!" I screamed to the sky, "I FUCKING SWEAR IT!"
I started coughing as flecks of blood went up into the air, where they landed on my face and shirt. I felt a pressure release from my chest and saw Amon looming over me, an unreadable expression on his face.
He saved me from the Grimm in the village… He has to be strong.
I flipped myself onto my stomach and pulled myself onto my knees, staring up at him as the sun shined behind him, darkening his features.
"Please… I beg you… make me strong… strong enough to avenge my family… I don't want to be pathetic… I don't want to be weak… I'll do anything… please," I sobbed as I turned my gaze away from him.
Another silence dominated the area around us, with only my soft cries making any noise. It was a minute before Amon spoke.
"… and if you lose everything else in the process?" He asked.
-The village going up in smoke-
-Everyone I love dying in agony-
I wiped my eyes. "I don't have anything else to lose…"
"… and what if you lose yourself?"
-My mum screaming as she was burnt alive-
-My dad stays behind to fight a losing battle-
-My sister being eaten alive wondering where her brother was-
"I don't have anything to lose." I spat, feeling the anger take over my body.
"… if you follow this path, you will suffer like many before you. All that will await you at the end at best is a shallow grave and worst in the stomach of a Grimm forgotten in some corner of the world." He said with that unnerving calm as he knelt in front of me.
I looked up to see those same dead eyes staring at me.
As long as I kill that man, that monster and as many Grimm as I can…
"… I don't care what happens to me," I whispered to him, conveying the desperation in my voice.
He said nothing before putting his hand on my shoulder.
Cold.
"Very well."
I gasped as the outline of his body started to glow wispy grey as it travelled over to my body and began entering wherever it could.
I could feel something in my body start to thrash around. It felt like it was desperate to escape and explode out into the world.
"When betrayal and death follow your scent to leave you with nothing but despair…"
I could feel something warm and cold as the feeling calmed itself down from its thrashing as it started to spread around my body.
"… And leaves you broken and distraught…"
I could feel… power… chilling my bones and warming my organs. I could feel the pains and aches of my body fade away as… anger became a more familiar sensation.
"… Pick yourself up and bare your teeth at the world…"
I could see the creatures of the darkness snarl at me as they tried to rip me apart. I could imagine myself smashing their heads and skinning them alive. Pleasure rippled through my body at the thought.
"… Rage… Rage against the dying of the light..."
The yellow-eyed Faunus would scream and beg for me not to kill him as I squeezed the life out of him, relishing in his pain. I could see my own power envelop me in an ashy-coloured embrace.
"… And let your soul run rampant."
I gasped as I felt my… my soul explode out of me, excited to have finally escaped. I greedily tried to take in as many breaths as I could as I felt the tornado going on inside my body. All I could see were the faces of those butchered by those monsters.
Amon stood up from me, not looking the slightest bit concerned. We made eye contact before he began walking away.
"When you are here, you will do whatever I say whenever I tell you to do it." He was already halfway to the treeline while all I could do was gasp in response still trying to get my breath back. "You will work while at our camp and put your fair share in to keep this whole place running." He stopped before he walked into the treeline, "Before you think of thanking me or any other stupid shit, just remember…" He turned to look at me with that half-lidded stare.
"… I've just made your life a living hell." He finished before walking through the treeline and into the camp.
I could say nothing as I felt myself slowly falling unconscious as I stared at Excuser stabbed into the ground, casting its large shadow over me.
… I will… avenge… you all…
My family's laughing faces sped through my mind.
And… I will… butcher you all…
The yellow-eye man's maniacal smile, the beast's unhinged jaw and the hordes of blood-teethed Grimm snarled at me.
Darkness closed in as exhaustion claimed me to an early sleep.
…And where the nightmares awaited me.
Author Notes:
Hi there you few people who care about this story! I just want to say thank you for the reviews, follows and favourites, it really warms my heart to see it. I started writing this story because I tried to rewatch RWBY but couldn't do it as, to be honest, it is complete horseshit. What stings the most about that show is that it has so much potential to be amazing but Roosterteeth keeps playing Russian roulette but with a fully loaded gun when they make decisions regarding that show.
As I'm sure some of you agree most people read the RWBY fanfiction as 10% (maybe 20% sometimes) of the fics on here are better than the show in regards to world-building, character development and the exploration of themes that should have been in it in the first place.
My goal with this fic is to explore what it would be like to grow up in a world like this where any day could be your last, where at any moment your life can be torn apart by giant man-eating monsters that will come wreck your shit and leave. That can't be good for your brain right?
Anyway, I will bullet point general stuff that will happen in this fic along with ideas that are floating around:
-Grit will go to beacon academy with RWBY.
-Will have his own team.
-I will write and build upon the relationships in a more grounded and hopefully realistic way that reflects their ages.
-I've bumped up the academy entrance age to 18 as I believe that the academy should function like a university and the pre-school stuff should go on until you turn 17 to get you more ready.
-Due to the lack of students that go to Beacon I will be expanding on the function of the school. (E.g. The school is a ginormous castle for christ's sake it looks like it could hold more than thousands of people) What I mean by that is that the school will mainly function like a school such as some people going there to study mathematics, science and medicine yada yada yada. Basically think of Beacon as like a top-end university but some of the courses involve monster killing and beating the snot out of each other.
-It won't always be in a first-person view as contrary to what impression I might have given, Grit is not the only main character and I will only write in the first person if I really want people to understand what that character is thinking and feeling in a more detailed way.
-Go deeper into Aura exploration and its applications of it. (Anyone remembers when Ren made an aura shield? or people being able to shoot energy blasts out of their weapon? Pepperidge farms remembers)
-People will actually finish a year at beacon (Don't worry I have something else planned nothing too big but nothing to scoff at either) before shit kicks off this due to point 3
-Try to write different factions that operate around Remnant as well as try my hand at political intrigue (Could be shit but who knows)
-Have it be a more grounded and mature story but still have the fantasy (I guess dark fantasy sci-fi? is that a thing? Who knows and who cares to be honest)
-Characters will get injured and or seriously maimed/killed.
I can't promise I'll always be consistent with updates as is this more of a hobby nor will I let it go on for too long (I hate unfinished work but don't look at my other fic) But I'll try to keep it interesting.
Anyway, thanks for reading that word vomit (if you did) and I'll try and get the next chapter out soon I can't promise if this story will be good because I'm less than an amateur writer but I'll try and learn as much as I can.
