A/N: From here on out these are both author's notes and replies I have made way way back when I first started chapter 2 and got busy. Looking back on it my writing was really rough and it isn't reflective of how I write now. An old good friend, I used to talk Solidsnake was kind enough to help proofread way back then, one of the few who helped screen characters and talk about the series as a whole. It's sad now that I look back on it how I lost steam for this fandom because of the negativity of some of the fans had despite all the support I had receive, harassment won't stop with people being so far up their ass after all. And with that, this will be the last of the notes and scrapped chapters and what not I had up saved.

I know it's disappointing to know that I never continued this, it's disappointing for me as well I never got to give this story a conclusion but writing this back in highschool while juggling life and getting into college to study medicine was not an easy task even now that I'm still continuing my studies in medicine. I've learned long enough that I should have tempered my expectations and cut the chapters up into manageable pieces so I wouldn't have burned out. That said, I'm just repeating everything I said all over again. Thank you for the opportunity and I apologise of those who I couldn't give their characters proper justice to. In the future if I find that motivation again for this fandom that had just wrung me dry, I might write it again and go back to this but for now I'm going to focus on saving lives I think and write for myself.

By The Creed

Created by Yuri-Sensei

Proofread by ?

By the time I'm writing these, every notes past this is pretty old. I started this just after the first chapter was released and in my excitement I kinda burned through my motivation and ideas and that is my own fault but I also ended up getting busy with university and exams so I just never had a moment to sit down and write. During my 4 month vacation though I was originally going to post this around March but I rewrote scenes like so many times now just trying to find the right words for each scene and how to properly transition it. I wasn't satisfied with it. With that said, I think I like this version better now. I kept you waiting but I hope this is a good chapter for all of you as the next one will be the academy itself next.

~X~

Let me internally scream my head off cause woah! Literally woah, I just merely took a nap after posting the first chapter of the series after working on it for so long and the fact I crammed on it since 10 AM till 1130 PM. I did not expect to get some phenomenal support and reviews. Holy crap, thanks a lot guys! It's good to know people enjoyed it a lot and thought it was worth the wait. I'm giddy as hell. Thank you so much guys! Now I know this is late but eh ya know I have to take time with this so it can be up to my standards of writing. So hope you understand that, I didn't want this to be half-assed. This is cut into two parts, mostly because I didn't want it to be too overwhelming and too chunky. That, and my classes got in the way so my motivation just up and vanished as I decided to take some time off and focus on my classes. My grades were getting bad so I really had to. I was going to post this on December but got swamped in by the festivities as well as christmas homework. Joy. And other stressful stuff. You already saw that on my profile.

But anyways, before we start I gotta answer some reviews first but hey you're the reader feel free to skip this part if you wish, no harm done.

Now for you guys who've read the Ember thing! I'm very well aware but hey I'm just glad they aren't excessively messaging me anymore. So thanks for the support and no worries I don't bother with those guys anymore. Anyways, I'll separate the answers to make it less clustered.

[Snake] Yeah, that's something I need to fix on. I tried to make it less like that as much as possible but at the same time tried to avoid being so repetitive with the word 'huntress', 'guardian', etc. Just so I could give the reader's an insight on whose who when talking. So I think it kinda jumbled up there when I was trying as well to avoid sudden POV shifts outta nowhere. Hard to shift POV without sounding repetitive is the thing.

[Chrono] I laughed at how you immediately knew who Jacky was then again it's not really hard to guess who it was. Anyhow, don't worry; when I had Snake give me his opinions on whether some parts of the chapter was far too early to be shown or not and I've taken it to myself to try my best to lessen myself from over detailing one thing. It's why when I described the Creed, there was stuff but I think enough room for people to think whatever especially when it's not the whole description of it yet and just merely a taste or an idea of it so far but considering I made a new description for the logo that will probably change. As for the location, yeah pretty much that wingy-ding on the upper left that looks like a dragon.

For canonical aspects of the RWBY universe, yeah I am definitely not including actual canon characters. I've said this to some people already, I'm only going to give allusions to canon characters if needed which is mostly unlikely. They're not going to be here at all unless, as said if needed. If not, then they go bye-bye. Lastly, for the music; actually that's how I drew inspiration from, it helped set the mood for me. The music was just an extra for those who want a certain mood for it or just looking for some good tunes. It's basically just a signal for scene transitions.

Hmm, yes. Somewhat similar to the point Snake made. I did do that on purpose since I didn't want to straight up say "Hey! I'm Emilia!" and wanted to keep a certain air of mystery per say before introducing them though I think that's something I need to improve on. I did set a mood for the start and introduced her as Acolyte Emilia Viridian, I assumed others will pertain her as the one who started that POV and going by the descriptions given, I assumed that people would be able to discern who is who but I'll take note of that. Since the problem with point of views like this is the shifting of the POV without it looking excessively awkward or off when reading it.

Yeah, that's what something I mentioned in my A/N. I used to strive for quantity of words instead of the quality but now it's the other way around. But what you pointed out is what I'm actually doing once I start on chapter 3 in order to lessen the load on myself considering my schedule will be much more hectic than before. Though arguably my problem with cutting a chapter is where to actually cut that part and move it to the next chapter. Side-stories are for the future. It would be a huge spoiler to put it up along with By The Creed when it's on-going on its own. The other side-stories I was pertaining to was short extras filled with fluffy happiness that I will surely not shatter. Maybe. It depends if the readers really want it or not but for now, once there are more chapters I might do it to lighten the story in between heavy stuff but who knows, time will tell.

[ChillyIce] Timing. Hmm, do you mean the timing of the transitions of the scenes or are you pertaining to certain actions or the music? Admittedly, some of the scenes around the end were a bit off. As for the thoughts, I'll keep note of that! The reason why I didn't set it like this for example, " 'I wonder….' Enyo thought." was that I felt that it was obvious on whose who was thinking that if it were to go by the previous descriptions but as said I'll improve on that thanks for pointing that out!

[Stablitz1312] Nah, don't worry. I wouldn't introduce everyone all at the same time, only a few. The real thing starts on Chapter 3. As for the ADHD thing, I messaged ya about that! Hope you can help me with that, if you don't mind.

[Kilparri] Same reasons I have explained on my replies to Chrono, Snake, and Chilly for the POV thing. As for the detailings of the surroundings; same thing I had put up there in reply to Chrono's. It's merely to give an idea even if its detailed as is, it's not the very full details of the academy yet but no worries! Though I am assuming when you said the "Except during fights." Is that you meant more surrounding details on fight scenes? Just trying to confirm it so I could take note of it.

Hmm, yes that's something most of you guys pointed out. As said on my previous replies, that's something I need to improve on and test if the somewhat new change in style will be easier for you guys to read on. As for the Emilia thing, that's something I was very well aware of, the danger of these kind of characters is that they can be easily swept up into something bad if not done right which admittedly has already happened to Emilia in other SYOCs of this site as mentioned by her creator. Though I'm glad I did my best in avoiding something like that even if it's just the start but yeah, thanks for pointing that out!

[CrazyPlotQueen] The "Was." thing was to simulate or show that Emilia was actively saying that aloud while she was thinking, so hope that cleared up the confusion for that. Hmm, don't worry. The reason why I started with Emilia's thoughts on the matter was not only to give an idea but to start off the story with it. I felt that if I started with Creed's history and then Emilia's thoughts and then suddenly Emilia's present actions it felt far too awkward and sudden in this case. Even if I set it at the end it also felt awkward with how the little ending having an emotional touch along with the mysterious monologue at the end. As for the POV shifts, same reasons I have said above but I will take note of that. I was merely avoiding repetition because it felt as if I kept saying "Emilia thought." and wrote "Enyo said" after, it felt like some weird RP but I'll continue to improve on that. On the update thing, no worries it's what I'm doing now and I have a notebook where I put all the storyboard and planning on, I already even have other future chapter written out roughly. With already one epilogue route done. But anyways, thanks for the support! And thank you for the compliment, a lot of people have said it before that I have a poetic way of writing. Glad to know I still have it. Anyhow, thank you for your advices and suggestions!

So, thanks for all the positive feedback and advice guys! I appreciate it as well as the points you have made, guys. Considering the Reviews I think my main problem were POV's of the characters and their thought dialogues as some of you couldn't discern who was who. Hopefully, should improve on that as time goes on. I tried putting it into practice in this chapter not sure if I actually did it well.

Lastly, thank you all for your wonderful support you guys have shown when I first posted the chapter! Can't thank you guys enough for it, really glad you guys loved the first chapter! Though, I know some of you consider your character sheets to be quite old? I don't mind if you have new things you want to fix or add to them. We can discuss more on it if you PM me.

Anyways, enough of me blabbering about. I hope you enjoy.

'Thoughts of the character.' (Past)

"Reminiscing past conversations or phrases." (Past)

Reminiscing previous activities or actions / Journal entries. (Past)
"Speaking." (Present)

"Bolded words are amplified emotions." (Present)

Chapter 2: To The Land of New Beginnings

Arc I - Beginning

Part II - A New Friend

Some choices will seal your fate.

Others a tempestuous bait.

So be careful of what you wish for.

For fate can be a fickle little thing,

And it might just offer a cruel encore.

-Choice, X. A.

Ringing.

It resounded everywhere and anywhere. Her eyes, moving to and fro but all she could see was the world covered in fire as ashes fell from the skies, and hear the way her people scream amongst the carnage.

A peaceful world turned to rot by an ever growing pestilence from the ever growing fear that spread amongst the masses.

Eyes looked on from the ground, the once lush green grass underneath her immobile body was smeared in crimson and burnt to black.

All she could hear was the ringing and the wailing screams of the people around her.

Cries.

Terror.

Dying.

Everything was going static.

From the deafening blast of a bomb going off to the yelling of those who still stood their ground and to the ones running for their lives.

Blurred.

Her vision was blurred, everything around her were silhouettes she couldn't discern.

Everything was blurry.

The edges of her vision was giving way to a blurred light but the silhouettes, the endless chase of the darkness followed it with each step it took.

Chasing.

Haunting.

Her breathing was quickening in panic, heart beating faster at the sudden realisation of an impending death.

Everything was dark.

And everything was red.

Was it blood?

The ground felt wet against her sides.

Was it hers? Or was it from the countless other bodies laying besides her own?

Battered and beaten.

She couldn't see anything anymore as darkness took over but she could feel.

Feel the way her essence seeped out through marred skin and into the solid earth beneath her.

It flowed continuously.

Warm and freeing.

And she could feel just as much as she could hear.

"We ha-... -nother one! -ver… -ere!"

Footsteps. Quick and panicked with the beat of each step it took. Thumping against the cold hard ground, its vibrations being sent back to her dying body.

"Y- 're oka-… Everyt- ng's fin- Yo- 're okay…"

Jumbled words flew through her ears, eyes blanked, breathing ragged and faint.

Everything was static.

Everything was blurry.

Everything was dark.

Everything was red.

And yet the deafening silence of the aftermath felt peaceful.

Everything was silent.

Dead and motionless as if the world had stopped for a few moments of reprieve.

It felt calm.

Peaceful.

Numb.

Is this what it felt like to die?

Scribbling one's thoughts was not something most often did but it gave those who do, a form of reassurance that the things they wrote down after will give them a better perspective of the troubling thoughts that boggled their minds.

Whether those thoughts were of worries, everyday events, or stories to tell for the unseen eyes. Ideas and thoughts that were written down were all the same in the end. People wrote them down on ink dotted paper to give a sense of understanding to themselves.

It was akin need to comprehend something intangible.

And he was no exception to that cause.

Worry…

A calloused hand started. The liquid fountain of black ink dripped from its metal point, and smeared languidly and meticulously on the ashen aged paper of his old leather journal. Letters scribbled hastily and words formed through the loops of intricate cursives as he wrote through the gentle sounds of crisp paper flipping and to the low roars of an engine beneath his leather covered feet.

Worry isn't something one can easily dissuade with the pretense of facaded indifference. More often than not, it is revealed to be — at the hintest shine of frustration through the windows of our souls — that worry is reflected by something different than what meets the eye.

He paused at that. Pondered even on how he would continue his sentence. The fountain pen dripped down from its metal point and stained a large circle upon worn papers, it seeped and spread around it with his brows scrunched in thought on what his next words would be, the ink continued to stain one spot on the paper before he started to guide it fluidly once more into his intricate cursive writing. Paying no heed to the stain that was left from his prolonged wanderings.

Our eyes. What is often said the windows to the soul, can never truly hide what the mundane can truly feel. The living is born expressive to a fault and our eyes show this better than the language that our body expresses and the language created from our own lips.

It is something the Grimm will never understand.

We, humans and faunus alike, are emotional to things that gnaws us through our skin and in essence, through our beings.

Worry, the most prominent of emotions can lead to the outcome of other emotions.

Anger, relief, disappointment, fear, enlightenment...

And yet worry is… It is something more akin to a mixture of anger and a cold underlying terror of an unprecedented unknown variable. Whether these unknown variables are of an invisible enemy not known to most or a battle of oneself with each to their own or rather a contest of good and bad. It is something by default, an entity that remains to be seen.

As such, emotions such as these are often hidden in a sanguine manner.

In itself is a worrying thing as well.

Peerless sky blue eyes gazed at his own work. His pen lazily sitting against the crook of his hand between the base of his thumb and pointer finger. Brows furrowed as he glared at the last sentence and how he would continue his own musings before a stray thought creeped into the crevices of his muddled head. He relented with a sigh, his back settling against his leather chair as he had leaned back, a creak resounding in the quiet room that only had since been filled with the muffled sounds of chatter and the scribblings of his pen on paper. Blue eyes peered above the thudding ceiling as his pen spun around his fingers.

'Writing.' He thought at first.

Writing wasn't something he was used to when he was young, he deemed it tedious then but growing old and having to face reality early on — his militaristic upbringing had long since replaced his old habits of childish intricacies. It was a routine driven into his head and body as such when his own thoughts are over encumbered with the fruitless endeavours of entertaining on what ifs and other nonsensical possibilities, he went into writing down those thoughts and encounters on the old leather journal that he kept to his person at all times. It was old, worn, and filled yet at the same time empty. Empty in a sense that it was not complete, much of it still needed to be filled.

It ended becoming something like a mantra to him. Something that he had grown used to throughout his adulthood, and it was definitely something he could not let go as simple as removing one's coat after a long day at work. Though, truthfully most of which he jots down was the common day to day basis of anyone out there in Remnant.

'But…' He mused, a twinkle of a spark lighted in his blue eyes.

But I am not a common man… I have done things many would not expect.

His eyes lit up in recognition at that thought, at the sentence he had unconsciously written down unto his journal without him realising it. A small chuckle escaped his pale lips as he did so while his hand went into the motion of writing the words that spurred out of his mind, simply continuing where he had left off.

Yet even in sanguinity, it cannot be brushed off as easily. Nor one can hide it with cool indifference.

Myself as an example.

I may not be a simple man. I have done things that many would not do or expect.

Many would think at first glance that I were a calm and kind man, noble at heart even but for many, they are blinded by such facades. I had long since been trained to have control over my emotions at such a young age.

So most of my facial expressions are dare say, fake due to my own line of work…

Regardless of the fact presented, it does not mean that I cannot be human too. To feel emotions that haunts me in my wake. Sanguinity and facades can only go so far before a mask and its walls will start to show its wears and tears. Cracks are ever evident even if you try to cover it with something else.

We are fragile beings living in a pretense that helping each other will ensure our own survival and yet we at the same time, bring one another down for our own means of survival.

Many see emotions as a sign of weakness but how can the sign of our own humanity be our own weaknesses? We are not monsters. We are not Grimm. We are not beings who are incapable of expressing and feeling emotions… So why is it a weakness?

I think emotions are… both so pure and horribly vile. It's purity, our humanity and its vile nature, a weapon used against us.

As such…

He paused at that before grimacing as he blocked and scrawled against the last line to hide his mistake, creating a well of black smudge against the journal. It continued to do so with every sentence that started with 'As such…', 'But..', and 'Yet…' He grumbled at that, confusion ever present on his face, the way his first idea had dried up to a stand still so quickly that only left him pondering further on how he could better express his thoughts.

And yet-

Blue eyes looked down in defeat at the aging paper before sighing and resigning to his own confusing thoughts, no matter how oddly structured the idea maybe.

'To damn with it I suppose…' He concluded.

And yet no matter how much I ponder and create or better express these… thoughts. I still worry about what the future may hold.

Especially when time draws nearer and nearer. It makes me worry endlessly and fear for the future.

Worry, see as what I have written previously. It is the most prominent of emotions as it can bring forth other notions of emotions in a being.

And my worries make me fear. Fear for the future because the future is an unknown variable.

What will it give? What will be the outcome? Will it destroy? Will it give joy? Will it be like the fairytales of happy endings? Or will it be like every reality where it is met with a tragic end?

It is not something you can predict no matter what power one may hold.

If someone is to possess it well… There is a reason for its unpredictability after all. Each choices with their own sets of possibilities like a branching tree have their own means to an end and each possibilities with their own sets of consequences…

Though as it may seem, I still continue to ponder at the fear of it...

Afterall, I am still a mere mortal in the end.

I have wants, I have needs, and I have wishes… Wishes, I suppose are something only achievable if given the right dauntlessness for it to be obtainable… I suppose mine would be her happiness.

A trial in its own right.

It is a wish where she could be happy in a world without strife where she can flourish and reach her dreams no matter what it takes.

It is a trial because the world is cruel and men are never born equal… A consequence done by our ancestors that was passed on into the present. Prejudice will only breed hate and greed… And those very same ideals will only be passed on and on if the cycle does not end somewhere.

It is in this that emotions are a double edged sword. The purity of it, the essence of that which makes us humane due to our own morals. Do you we kill for the sake of killing or do we kill for the sake of surviving? Such is the case with morals but at the same time, it is vile for its nature to be akin to a weapon against others as well as how fragile it can be and how easy it is to twist one's morals to benefit their own.

It is a stifling thing to think… But it is amusing isn't it not? From worry to fear to idle wishes of safety.

But as I read these passages again and again… I can see, the sigh of relief that escapes my own lips. Understand somewhat, this feeling that it ends into when looked upon.

The idle wishes and pondering on fears of the future. The more I explain, the more I expand each individual idea.

Emotions; worry, fear, anger, happiness...

It is more humane than you'd think.

It makes us realise and it makes us feel.

It makes us human. It makes us a faunus.

But fear isn't something you can easily dissuade, it seeds itself in our minds and grows as it festers about, creating branches to more worries and fears…

Though even as I say this, fear can be something liberating because it makes us realise that we can feel the gripping of emotion in our hearts.

It makes us open our eyes to reality, makes us feel the resolution, our resolve on what is needed to be done. Whether it maybe for the good or for the bad. For better or for worse…

Though fear is only liberating when resolved but it does not mean you cannot use it as a muse to spur you further to your ambitions.

Then again, the more I reread these notes of mine. The more I see that my worries are indeed valid… That they are something like any parent would worry about in concerns to their child's well-being.

Such is the case for many after all.

But perhaps…

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Muted static resounded within the expanse of the desolate room, hushed voices reverberating against thick wooden walls of the ships interior, setting the room with the background noises of excited yet muffled voices and the thudding footsteps on wooden floors against the bouncing roars of the engine against it, the noise was an ever sounding comfort to a certain troubled soul.

Hunched down on the navy blue of the couch against the iridescent glow of the television with nothing but the darkness as its only shield, orange eyes watched the flashing lights of the television against the darkened form of a woman — hands clenched together, elbow resting against her thighs, and brows furrowed in worry as a frown settled unto her delicate face.

"Another one again…." The fleeting thought passed in her head.

The television flashed in bright colours, the usual sound of the opening music of the news resounded before panning towards a stern looking woman with auburn hair and violet eyes, the woman's black suit hugging her frame as a grim look settled on the news anchor once the camera finally focused on her. Below her were words and names thrown about and flashed in front of the television, coated in colours of black, white, and red — a synopsis of the news and the name of the news anchor.

Mei Fan

MASSACRE IN CETO: Another series of murders early in the morning.

"This is Mei Fan bringing you news on Remnant. This just in, six bodies were found near the sector of Ceto in the Atlesian kingdom at 0633 AM. The bodies were discovered by a soldier of the Atlesian Army. Based from the accounts of the Atlesian soldier, a foul stench within an alleyway was discovered during their usual rounds along Ceto but upon further investigation of the source, several bodies were found to be mutilated and dismembered."

As the woman reported her case, a picture of the alleyway emerged besides her thin frame. Showcasing the caution taped entrance of the alleyway and the visible smeared blood along its aged walls and dirtied floor by the edge of the opening. If it were not for the darkness of the alleys and mostly blurred parts of the image, the sickening image of the horrible massacre would have been clear for all to see.

"Authorities were immediately called upon the discovery. Our correspondent, Romulus Adamite is on the site to bring you a full story on the crime scene."

Immediately, the camera zoomed in and changed to a different perspective — the face of a man with a microphone enveloped the television. Same shade of auburn hair but with a set of brown eyes, and a set of casual clothing gave way to a young man who could only be known as the correspondent of the news anchor, much more confirmed with his name being showcased at the bottom of the screen.

Romulus Adamite

Live: MASSACRE IN CETO

"Thank you, Ms. Fan. This is Romulus Adamite on site on the massacre in Ceto. Currently investigations on the murder is still ongoing but from what little information that one of the detectives had given us, the murder seems to have been another link to the series of killings that had been transpiring around Atlas as of late."

Her frown deepened at that notion.

"Based from what they can gather so far without the lab results as of yet, the bodies were found to be a few hours old. Perhaps, even more before the soldier had found the dead bodies. It is unknown whether this rapid decay of the bodies is caused by some sort of power or whether these dead bodies had been set here on purpose. Much of the information as of now is only tentative and up for debate as well as further confirmation being needed. Though, they're lead to believe that some of these bodies are old ones, people who have been reportedly going missing around the area."

"Ferryn? Ferryn, dear? Are you there?"

"So far only two out of six names had been identified from the bodies of the victims as the former two were known residents near the area of Ceto—"

Two names of the victims flashed on the screen, she could feel the sickening churning of her stomach at the thought of the murder and at the thought of those families who had lost a loved one, the simple thought of it made her grimace.

Anastasia Hong.

Roderick Brier.

"—while the other four are still currently being identified in the labs for further confirmation. Updates on the names will be given once the results of the victims had been identified and confirmed. In any case, that's all for now. Back to yo-"

Her vision went dark at first as she blink in confusion at the sudden empty darkness that greeted her from the television. No signs of the news flashing on the screen whatsoever. Her head swiveled at the sound of a flicking switch and her eyes winced at the harsh light that spread throughout the wooden walls of the living room.

She blinked slowly as she looked towards a tall man in his white and pristine naval uniform.

"Father?" The woman called out lightly as she stood up to greet the blonde headed man with sky blue eyes who she labelled as her father.

"You've been watching the news again, I see…." The man said in exasperation before he walked towards the back of the couch, his shoes tapping against the hardwood floors of the cabin they stayed in, hands at the base of his back as he peered up towards his daughter.

"..." Silence was the only reply that he received in return along with a sheepish smile that graced the lips of a silver-headed woman whose hair was tied in a loose braided bun, stray strands of hairs falling against the sides of her face in contrast. With bright orange eyes twinkling in bashfulness with the veins of the same colour swirling along the edges of her eyes, the woman stood tall before him. Clothed in a green battlecoat that was covered in brown fur pelt over the base entirety of her shoulders with steel plated pauldrons adorning each shoulder with the same pelt around it. The same visible set of heavy steel plate armor stretched across her chest and latched beneath the thick expanse of her coat but behind lay a different matter, left exposed and with holes riddling her coat to make way for great scaled wings, the same shade of green as everything. Her forearms garnishing the gauntlets with the same metal her armour held, with a black baggy cargo pants tucked into armoured boots.

'Well, she certainly came prepared.' The man thought idly, a smile twitching against his better judgement as he stared down at his child, his eyes drifting fleetingly towards the longsword just laying on top of the couch of where the young woman previously sat. 'Definitely, prepared.'

"Ferryn?"

Ferryn Sage Brunswick shifted on her feet as she rubbed the back of her head and bowed in embarrassment. "I… I needed to know is all." The young woman admitted.

"I know." Mirth littered those words. "But… It is also good for you not to obsess over it. I know it worries you how… Atlas has been riddled with these cases but leave those kinds of things to the experts. Right now, this is where you are and not there." He smiled comfortingly as his daughter, his hand patting the right of her shoulder. "Have a little trust for your uncle over there, okay? He's trying his best after all in solving these problems. Plus, you're going to a new academy! That means a fresh start, and fresh new faces!" He excitedly said as he slapped his daughter's back in a jovial manner. Grinning from ear to ear, "I've heard it's the first time in well, I can only guess... decades? Since Neith opened its borders again for the other kingdoms. It's a great opportunity for you! Better there than the strict regime in Atlas."

"Right. New start." Ferryn replied in return albeit a more crooked smile as tense shoulders slowly sagged in relief and that action only made her father smile in approval…

"Good because you're starting now." Is what Ferryn liked to think before she noticed the mischievous shift in his kind eyes and the snark that coated his words. Her smile twitched at that, knowing her father's antics; there was a high chance some erroneous plan was brewing in his head that sadly involved her because the old man in front of her was already speaking in order to stop her own retort and she was left there standing. Speechless from the onslaught.

"That said, get some fresh air. You definitely need it, being cooped up in this dingy old Windstrider of a ship." He said with a clap before pushing his surprised child by the back out of the room. "A growing woman needs to be out and about and not trapped in this dark room, brooding, and who knows what. Come now, go make talk with the locals and the likes. Get some information about Creed. Make friends and be merry, maybe some of this passengers will be your new classmates. Who knows after all. Anyways, tata~"

"Wha-! Wait, wait! Dad!" A resounding slam of a door was her only answer. Ferryn stared at the door in bewilderment before it was opened again and her sword was thrown immediately towards her, jumping in surprise before trying to catch the long blade, fumbling as she did so. She looked up as she heard the door close once more along with resounding clack of the latch of a lock being set.

"...What?" was all the poor girl could say as she was lost in confusion and questions on her father's eccentricities. She held her longsword tighter as she looked from left and right, watching as passerby's looked at her for only mere brief moment before walking away and mingling around with the rest of the crowded passengers of the Windstrider. [towards the deck of the ship, others giggling in mirth as they played with the clouds at the edge of the rails, while most murmured at the beauty of the view behind her, and it was then that Ferryn decided to turn around and be bewitched of the endless dance of colours that sparkled in front of the ship. The boundless azure sky with the sun dancing at its arms, the mirthful ambience of the people, and the low roars of the ship.

It was the first time she saw mornings with a view like this and a smile slowly trickled back against her pink lips.

"Great view ain't it, lass?"

"By the gods-!" Ferryn exclaimed loudly as she whirled towards a cloaked figure whose lips were grinning in what was probably in amusement at her reaction.

"Well, hello to ya too, neighbour!" The voice was feminine and chipper in its tone and the winged woman looked down at the ]

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fer watches griz fall

"No!"

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Chapter 2: What's A Superhero?

Arc I - Beginning

Part III - Soaring Through Azures

Ice ran through her veins the moment her orange eyes trailed the grey haired ruffian fall off of the ship with not a moment's hesitation did she force her legs to ran to dive down the flying ship and into the sharp whistling of the winds

griz falls
fer jumps down
major screaming after his daughter
flying draggo fer with griz scared half to death

But perhaps…

He truly had nothing to worry with the way his daughter calmly entertained her new boisterous companion. The major smiled at that, the tension that once riddled his body into being stiff in caution and worry had all but melted away into relief as he crossed his arms and watched with amusement at the growing volume of the grey haired Faunus' voice and the frantic waving of her hands in the air and the placated weary smile of his daughter.

"Look! A superhero needs to be-"

"I don't know… I mean if you were a superhero then why did you-"

"Hey! I resent that!"

The low roars of their voices became a gentle tune to him. A reminder that everything was okay. Everything was fine now. And that he had nothing worry as long as Ferryn was happy. He continued to watch with gentle blue eyes at his smiling daughter. For a moment, he closed his and breathed softly.

But perhaps, maybe… just maybe, everything will be alright in the end. The feeling of liberation from fear is something often taken for granted.

The way I see her wings spread and let her enjoy her days freely.

Just maybe, the future will be just fine.

"Noooo!"

"Come back here! You need a bath!"

"Dishonor on you! Dishonor on your cow!"

M.S.B.

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P.S. That Grizel fellow sure has a large stomach. She just ate three full plates of pasta… and she's also crying at it… Strange girl that one.

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EDITION 1

Windstriders

Specialised ships that is designed to fly in the vast skies of Remnant as a mode of both transportation of goods and people, along with being equipped with cannons for the protection of the ship, the people, and its cargos. Many types of Windstriders exist, designed for different reasons such as for faster transport, military means, heavier defences, and the likes. It is a specialty made by the people of Mistral who had first designed the use of flying ships as a means of transportation of their kingdom due to the vast mountains their land inhabits. Its designs are similar to those of their sea bearing counterparts.

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A shadow casted over the colourful lights that flickered and waned against the glass panes of the windows where the televisions of different varieties sat and cycled their endless flashes of jumbled words as it was passed by, by a looming figure that turned sharply. Just as the television stopped its change to a channel that kept repeating its monotonous news across Remnant.

"More signs has been shown-"

Each step. Each sound. Echoing. Clacking.

"The investigation is still underway-"

The sound of heels meeting pavement resounded in the desolated night of the alley.

"I feel sorry for the victims honestly. Atlas-"

And yet the foreboding of the cold darkness leaked at every corners of the street.

"There will be stricter rounds and schedules in Ceto-"

"Well, well. Hey, lady. Ya seem to be lost? I can… show you the way if you get-"

"New bodies has been found in-"

With each sound comes with each beat and the gurgling sounds of chocked blood were only heard to her. Their silent screams and deafened pleas for help, it tasted like ambrosia against her mouth.

"Aura Exhaustion has been popping up recently. This-"

Blood pooled beneath her feet, behind her the moon glowed, casting an iridescent horror against her gored form.

"We have suspects-"

She chuckled, a tongue swiping across her crimson lips as she relished the warmth of the red ichor that trailed against her skin, her eyes glinting at mirth at her 'art' that was pinned against the bricked walls of the desolated alley.

But the sound of metal boots against the wet floor interrupted her own self-admiration. A flash of anger, a flash of amusement at the figure that exuded adoration at her 'work' and that caused a manic grin to make its way on her lips.

Strange creature.

"It's not nice to peep on others, you know." The tulting tone of the voice, feminine in nature yet the underlying danger was ever evident. Sultry and ominous in its way, the woman bathed in blood turned as she met her visitor.

And a delighted laughter was what greeted her in return as blue and brown eyes met with teal.

"Oh? No, please do continue but I like to think my proposition might be… up to your taste."

"My, ever the gentleman aren't you?"

Fake laughter. Guarded eyes. Staring at each other.

"I'm all ears, my dear."

"How delightful."

And the night went on in peace as the harsh winds grew and the footsteps of the two ceased but at the coming morning the sound of sirens and screams encored as its last song against the very walls of Atlas.

A stark reminder of the danger that walks amongst its streets.

A body painted in its own blood and gore.

"Detective Ophir. It's Bruin… you're not going to like this.."

A/N: Okay firstly, I think I should explain the chicken-duck thing from last chapter. You see that's an inside joke between me and my elder sister. When we were younger, she went on a field trip during her sophomore year in college and saw a literal cross-breed of a chicken and a duck in the countryside. Anyways, the chicken-duck, I mean we thought it was a cross-breed since it had white feathers, a duck body and beak, and that weird red sack thing underneath its chin that you'd typically see on a rooster or a chicken. My sister and her friends did ask the owner of the lil guy and all they said is they didn't know how it happened either but considering that there was a lot of chickens and ducks just mingling all over the place, well nature be damned I guess. I inserted it into the story cause I thought it'd be funny knowing the story behind it but damn, nature sure is weird.

Now on today's chapter I'd say this was pretty chill? Especially on the start compared to the first chapter. What I wanted from this chapter is that the chapter is basically Samson's journal entry, it was basically his whole internal monologue at the start and the next transpiring events after are something he wrote after everything had happened. It's why I had something there on the end that said his initials, he was basically retelling what had happened and ended it with a P.S. note about Grizel. Hopefully, that was portrayed well. On the other hand, if you guys have noticed. When I first started the SYOC I asked you guys some suggestions on team names before an idea struck me on how to name them, Romulus Adamite came from those suggestions in your guys reviews. I thought it would be nice thing to name an extra after that since I didn't want to waste any of your suggestions from during that time. The other extras such as Anastasia, Brier, Mei, etc. I just randomly searched up names.

Now for some other stuff, I'd say this is very late? But honestly, compared to how long it took me with the first chapter, I wouldn't really say that as much? Well, maybe. Add to the fact I was working on the 1st chapter and assessing the OCs coming in, well my PMs were absolutely flooded at that time but I don't necessarily have a schedule when it comes to updating, imagination and inspiration comes suddenly for me it's not something that is immediate and often times I need to write it down and work on it for hours to have a more concrete chapter or story. It's why it takes long for me to update stories, I am choosing quality over quantity after all. Anyways, been busy the past few months with all the exams, workload, and other in real life drama. Sidenote, I still haven't fixed the description on the first chapter about the new logo for Creed, really need to remember to do that. If you were keeping up, my grades were on the danger zone of flunking so I had to focus on that so my mood for writing was barely there with all the stress on trying to get a better grade for myself but so far I did well.

Aside from that, I just like to note that I hope you guys don't push me to update or like repetitively insist on me to update. I don't abandon any of my stories, most of my old works are so outdated and I have backlogs of revamped versions of them that just needs to be edited, worked on, and posted. The point I'm trying to present here is that don't push me on uploading faster basically. I have a life outside writing and writing stories is a way for me to relax and not stress out for the satisfaction of others and having an anxiety over not being able to appease that. Respect it or hate my decision on that but my health comes first in overall emotional, mental, and physical aspects of it. So I hope you understand my part on that. Ideas don't come easy, they sprout like weeds and bloom like trees if that metaphor even makes any sense. So yeah, hope you enjoyed that and I'll see you guys soon!

Reviews on improvement are appreciated! Though please do tell if the POV shift is still happening on some parts here like the one from the previous chapter where you guys had trouble discerning whose who. I think I have lessened that jump in POV's a bit since then but it could be just me. Even so, I'll continue to improve on it.

Also Mulan reference. I just had to.

TLDR; Chicken-duck is a running joke in my family. Whole thing was basically a detailed retelling and monologue of Samson's journal entry on what happened on the way to Creed. Late but not so late, quantity over quality after all but please don't push me to update faster, writing isn't easy I have a life outside of writing stories after all. Anyways, reviews on PoVs or improvements and what not is appreciated.

Anyways! Ciao!

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Chapter 3: Initiation Day

Arc I - Beginning

Part III - Seeds of Genesis