Born into an unforgiving land, Beryl will change it as he sees fit. Rated M for things that make it rated M. Everything is owned by Rooster Teeth except whatever I added. Rip Monty Oum.

Words- part of the story

'Words'- thoughts

"Words"- talking

Some more words- still part of the story

More words- not part of the story

Prologue

Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond over counting the exploits of heroes and villains. Forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts of a forgotten past.

Man born from dust was strong wise and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction. Creatures of Grimm set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence, to the void.

However even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time man's passion resourcefulness and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "dust".

Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and with the shadow's absence came strength and most importantly, life.

But even the most brilliant lights flicker and die, and when they are gone, darkness will return. So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so called "free world", but take heed. There will be no victory in strength.

Or perhaps victory is in the simpler things long forgotten, things that require a more honest soul.

Start

Roman Torchwick, a renowned criminal, walked through the streets unimpeded with a group of thugs.

His posse entered the store, From Dust to Dawn.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a dust shop open this late?"

"Just take my lien"

"Don't worry, we're not taking your lien. Grab the dust."

Not even a minute later, Roman saw one of his grunts being launched through the window. Motioning his head as the universal "go" to one of his other mooks and finding him subsequently rocketed along with what looked like a small girl and rose petals.

After a brief pause of shock when the young girl unfolded her scythe, Roman spoke

"Well? Get her."

After the quick defeat of those mooks, Roman looked towards his other grunts to find them on the ground unconscious and another kid standing over them.

The kid had a light grey vest over a dark blue shirt with khakis that were the same shade of grey and arm guards of the same shade. He had a holster for a revolver on his leg but no other visible armaments. The most notable feature of his outfit though was his glasses, which were sunglasses, in the middle of the night.

Stepping over their bodies towards Roman, the kid without pause unholstered his revolver and fired the gun, hoping to catch Roman off guard. Roman, tempered by experience was not caught off guard. Roman turned and ran, dodging the bullet and accelerating in one smooth motion.

He had however forgotten the girl in front of the store during his dash and was taken by surprise when he was caught with the blade of the giant scythe and flung to the side, tumbling a bit from the momentum.

As he got up it seemed like his aura had taken most of the blow given his ruffled coat.

"Damn kids! Do you have any idea how much lien it takes to clean this coat?!"

With that he angrily aimed his cane at the ground before them and fired. The resulting shot blinding and distracting them.

As soon as the debris subsided two sets of eyes rapidly scanned the area, locating him almost simultaneously a few seconds later.

"Will you be okay if we go after him sir?"

A quick nod later and the two hurried off after the criminal who was already on top of the building.

"Persistent aren't you..."

When they finally caught up, he had already climbed the rope and was standing inside the Bullhead.

From the Bullhead, He Tossed a red dust crystal out near them and fired at it with his cane. Roman's smirk quickly disappeared at the appearance of a blonde huntress.

"We got a huntress!"

Beryl, the teen's name, fired his gun at Roman's replacement. Ruby had followed his example and shot at the mystery person as well. However, all seemed for naught as the feminine figure blocked the projectiles with her hand.

Replacing Roman, the shadowy figure lit explosions from under the three's feet which were gracefully dodged by the Blonde huntress as she telekinetically moved the two out of the radius of the fire.

In a smooth fashion not unlike dancing, the huntress made a spear-like projectile out of the rubble and launched it at the Bullhead.

The recipient blasted the projectile to more pieces with what looked like to three bolts of fire to Beryl's eyes.

However, the huntress simply reformed the smaller pieces of rubble into another projectile. The arrow of debris however, failed to severely damage the Bullhead as it tilted in the Knick of time, allowing the attack to simply glance off the armor.

Which was then used to make a pseudo storm that rained hail from above the Bullhead.

The glowing woman in the red dress from what Beryl saw turned the storm into ash with some nova of the fiery variety and the Bullhead subsequently escaped.

"Can I have your autograph!?"

Timeskip to Detainment

The sitting Beryl perked up as he heard two people approaching his cell. Ozpin walked in, followed by the blonde huntress who maintained an irritated expression.

"If was up to me, you'd have been sent home with a slap on the wrist. You endangered innocents, young man. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Remaining indifferent throughout the short rant, he spoke

"Okay."

Looking somehow insulted and accepting simultaneously at the answer she replied

"However it's not up to me, no matter how much I want it to be..."

The man who had waited behind her picked up on her verbal cue and stepped forward and sat down in the chair across from him with coffee mug in hand.

"Hello."

"...Hi"

"You're very skilled...?"

"Beryl. I went to Signal."

"Went, as in you graduated?"

"I quit, I couldn't afford to attend for reasons I'm not comfortable sharing."

"Well you seem to have more than what it takes.."

Holding out his hand with a scroll in it's clutches, he played the tape recording Beryl taking the grunts down with a single strike to the back of their neck.

"You were able to take down two people silently, and under the nose of an experienced criminal in a few seconds."

"...It was all luck."

"Be that as it may, I'd like to offer you a chance at Beacon."

"...what."

"I had said I'd like to offer you a chance at Beacon."

"You're serious?"

"Certainly. You've shown both skill and wisdom from what I've seen so far."

"There's gotta be a catch."

"There is no catch."

"Ok, I guess I accept?"

"Very well. You are free to leave at any time. Just remember to attend the initiation in order to enroll at Beacon"

Beryl quickly got up out his chair and left for the person who had confiscated his gun during his temporary incarceration.

However Ozpin had remained seated, replaying the clip from the camera inside the shop a few more times. This action roused Glynda's curiosity as she peered over his shoulder to watch.

"What's so special about the clip?"

"This is the fastest the camera could record."

"What do you mean?"

Upon taking a closer look, Beryl seemed to be moving faster than should be possible, even to then slowed down feed of the camera, revealed by the bodies crumpling towards the ground like they were suspended in molasses.

'How is he that fast?'

AN:

Thoughts?

Also this is my second story so be brutally honest.

If anyone can guess his semblance they probably have the highest iq ever. There is 1 hint in the story so far. If someone guesses it in the comments I will mention them in the next authors note and explain it, but until then I will not state it implicitly and keep dropping hints.

Pm me if you see errors, or something not right you want to bring light to.

Comments are love or something.