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Chapter 1.

The wind was howling wildly all around as a teenager and young woman sat huddled inside their shelter. The young woman had her arms wrapped around his chest trying to comfort him. The structure that the two had taken refuge in was a small log cabin house surrounded on all sides by what looked like a log wall.

The young man sat in the middle of the cabin facing the open doorway his body shining brightly enveloped in a white light and leaning into the embrace of the woman behind him. Despite the power and nature of the glow that encased nearly 90 percent of his body, blood seeped from under the gray vambraces attached to his arms, the only place the glow did not shine from.

Pain was nothing new to him, but this level of agony was like nothing he had ever endured. It consumed him and became the only thing he could perceive. It burned him, shocked him and cut him. There were three elements to this pain that made his situation hopeless.

The first was that his Aura was not protecting him from the damage that his 'shackles' were inflicting on him. The second was that the injuries being inflicted on him was not designed to kill him, it was meant to break his will and make him submit. And it was succeeding. He had already considered that somebody killing him at this point would be a mercy, it would be the end to all of his pain and misery. It wasn't like he had many friends who would miss him if he was gone. The third was how helpless he was, he couldn't fight what was hurting him, unlike the Grimm, he couldn't run or hide from it like the people in the past who wanted him to hurt others, he couldn't 'fix' the braces that were causing this. He couldn't even touch the damned shackles on his arms. Only one man knew how to 'fix' the braces, but that was the man who had designed specifically them with the functions to do this.

It was truly freezing; a blizzard was rampant outside of the white structure that sheltered the young man. Even though the storm nor the cold fazed him, the injuries caused by the arm braces refused to be ignored. The boy looked from his bloody arms to the woman kneeling next to him, "Help me Lavan!" he spoke in a hoarse whisper to the angelic looking figure sitting beside him.

Her beautiful long hazel colored hair blanketed by snow. She was wearing a white cloak and jacket with a red underside, it was secured by a wide red belt with a triangle like insignia buckle and brown leather pants and sturdy leather boots. Lavan gave him a sad smile and gently pulled his head to her chest, as a mother would to comfort her hurting child. She was one of the few people he truly cared for and she would through her unbridled willpower could protect him from any person or any Grimm the world could threaten him with, but in these moments, she was made almost completely powerless to help him.

As comforting her actions felt, unfortunately, it could do nothing to stop or dull the pain he felt. He cried into her chest begging for her to make the pain stop, but the only thing she could do was to stroke her hands through his hair trying to calm him. A voice pierced through howling of the storm. He knew that voice, but why couldn't he remember who did it belong to? He could hear a voice calling for him, but he couldn't answer.

Hearing voices confused him, whose voice is that and what are they doing out the in the storm? If they can find me, they should be safe from the storm.

The sound of ice being crushed under feet made him look to his left to see a figure walked past him headed in the direction of the voices.

She was tall, beautiful, this person was familiar it to him; not familiar, he knew that face, the warrior goddess of the battlefield, powerful, someone who had a kind heart and someone willing to do anything to protect those they cared about. However the color of her clothing and skin was wrong, it was all icy blue, it should have been bright and colorful, it should have been… The vambraces activated again and pain tore him from his train of thought, scattering the rest of his memories about this warrior. Before the figure left the shelter, the warrior drew familiar looking weapons: a hoplon/circular shield and a long javelin, they were familiar but they too were a wrong color, pale blue color.

Another voice called out from the storm, it was another voice he knew but could not recall, there too much pain. He the words from this second voice were lost in the howling of the storm. Hearing a second voice, another figure to walk headed into the storm. This second figure also female but was much different that the first: taller, multiple braided hair, and a more unique set of weapons: a sword that reminded him of an abnormally large Kopis knife, and what looked to be a modified shotgun with a blade attached to the end of the barrel. A few moments after the second figure walked into the storm, he heard more yelling and then the sound of combat.

He could hear the clashing of steel and yelling out in the storm, but it was close, somewhere nearby but not within sight of the building. They were fighting, the two female warriors who left the shelter were fighting, but who were they fighting? Are they fighting Grimm or people? He hoped they were not fighting the ones who were standing near him when the blizzard had exploded out of nowhere. They were good people and it would hurt his very soul if they were seriously hurt because of this. But right now, the only person with him was Lavan.

Lavan had always been there for him just as she was now. He looked to her, tears streaming and freezing in lines down his face "Lavan please. M-Make the pain stop!"

Lavan nods as she grabs the area on his forearms that was above the braces. She closed her eyes and focuses, ice forms over the skin at his elbows from where she is touching his arms. Once he finally has some reprieve from the pain he is able to start to find his breath having finally feeling some reprieve from the pain, "Thank you Lavan. I don't understand what you did, but you did it, it doesn't hurt anymore."

She smiled at him glad that she could alleviate some of the pain from the boy. For the first time since the pain started, he noticed that it was cold.

I haven't been affected by this in so long, what's going on? "I can't feel the pain anymore b-but why am I feeling s-so c-c-c-cold now."

He was shivering, when was the last time that he actually felt the sting of the cold? 10? 11 years ago? Now, not even the coldest weather on Remnant him had ever bothered him before; it was confusing, the feeling of being numb to the pain was a good thing but now the danger of freezing to death became a worrying and very real dangerous possibility.

As the boy tries to move his arms to hold onto Lavan, he realizes that his arms won't move, and it is looking worse, his hands have already turned a scary shade blue. I could lose my hands to the cold.

With the pain numbed, he could understand the extent of his injuries, the air smelled of copper and he realized that he was covered in his own blood, his pants were soaked through and he was kneeling in a frozen pool of blood. Next he smelled burning flesh, it was putrid, it made the air taste like copper and he could taste bile in the back of his throat. He looked at his arms again, the braces where heating up, burning his flesh and at the same time starting to melt the ice.

What? How does it know that the ice numbed my arms? There was only one answer; It was that man, the one who gave me these… shackles. He created a pain compliance system that can monitor me when activated.

The heat created by the braces was quickly melting through the ice. As the ice melted, the numbness started fading and the feeling the pain coming back. However, he also realized that he wasn't feeling the bitterness of the cold.

Lavan saw him shudder and grimace, she reached out to grab his arms again but he shifted away from her. "No, you can't do it again, it will cancel my aura and the cold will kill me. But even though this is hell, I can live through it."

As he spoke, a figure of red and bronze walked into the shelter, shivering but with a determined stride. As the figure entered house she shook off the snow that the called out to him, he knew the person, just the sight of her made calmed him and put a smile on his face despite how more dire his situation was becoming. He knew that she was one of the voices calling out to him from the blizzard. He suddenly no longer felt the comfort of the arms holding him. Lavan was no longer behind him, she was now standing in front of him, separating him from figure in red holding her twin blade fans in a defensive stance. The fan blades were as deadly as they were beautiful.

I almost forgot, Lavan used to be a Huntress, before she retired from an injury.

The figure in red spoke in a harsh tone and glared at Lavan, but Lavan refused to back down. His smile distorted back into pain when the braces reactivated on his arms. He screamed as he fell back into a semiconscious state. When he opened his eyes again, the red and bronze warrior was shouting, why was she shouting?

"Lavan, that's my friend. She's here to help." Was all he could muster.

Lavan looked back at him and nodded, she put her blade fans away and allowed the red warrior to go to him. She rushed to his side and when she looked at him, her face was full of worry and fear. She knelt down in front of him, gently held his face so he was looking into her eyes.

"What's happening to you, what do I do?" She asked.

She was worried about him, and staring back into her eyes he knew he could trust her, she fought through the storm and through those who stood in her way to get to him.

He was starting to get lightheaded and the world was starting to spin. The blood lose was doing him no favors in letting him try to explain what was happening, the only thing that he could think to say her was,

"The shackles. G-Get them off!" he begged.

She nodded, "I will, I need a moment to understand what these are and how to get them off without causing you more pain." She replied. The red figure gently placed her hands on the braces closed her eyes and began to concentrate, a dull grey glow surrounded the metal of the braces. A moment later she took her hands off the braces and the glow faded, she gave him a concerned look and asked, "Are you ready? T-This may get worse as they are coming off."

"Please, just do it" was the reply.

She nodded and Lavan pulled off his belt, folded it and placed it in front of his face, he bit down on it and readied himself. The red figure held hands over the braces on his arms and the glow started to form around the braces.

This time the glow affected the braces. The pain the braces were causing in these moments was more intense than everything that he felt up to that point. He started to thrash, but Lavan's strong arms held him place. He stopped thrashing and screamed, biting down harder on the belt.

The girl in red was grateful for Lavan being here, if the boy had been able to move and tried to pull away while she was pulling the braces off, it could cause the braces to rip all the muscles in his arms from the bone. He would have suffered, slowly bleeding to death and there would have been nothing she could have done. If Lavan wasn't here, then she would have been forced to wait for her companion who was still fighting in the storm to hold him in down and she would have had to watch him suffer for Oum knows how much longer.

The metal shrieked and warped as it gave under the power and will of the grey glow. As the shackles clattered to the ground, blood sprayed the three individuals from the now horribly torn open wounds.

All three of them reacted to the know exposed injuries. The boy slumped and curled his body around his arms. The red warrior flinched at first but quickly recovered as she spotted the heavy blood flow running down his arms. She pulled off a long red sash around her waist and cuts the fabric into long strips to use as makeshift bandages. Lavan quickly helps her, she grabs strips of red cloth and starts to tightly wrap the injured boy's arms. The two female warriors share worried looks knowing that he needs medical care soon or he is likely to lose his arms.

Thankfully they received some mercy from whatever deity was watching, his aura finally responded to the injuries now that it was unimpeded by the shackles. The glow finally being able to reach and surrounded his arms bloody arms. As he slumped forwards the girl in red caught him, he could feel her shuddering as she held him. She was crying.

He realized that by watching him suffer, it caused her to hurt as well. He tucked his face into the crook of her neck and whispered, "It's ok, you saved me. YOU saved me."

He can only hope that those words would comfort her as it did him. He had been a drowning man and she pulled him to safety; she was his guardian, when he fought, she was right beside him, he wanted to hold her, but his arms lacked the ability to move. It felt wrong, not to be able to hold his savior.

As his aura finally stopped the bleeding, a second figure stumbled in. This one was dressed in a blue with white armor, she was taller than the red and bronze girl kneeling besides him, her hair style was also different, where the red and bronze had her hair secured in a single ponytail, she had long blonde hair tied in multiple braids. She was battered and bruised despite the strong armor she was wearing, she was carrying two weapons, a large leaf blade sword held in her right hand and a familiar bladed firearm held in her left hand. When she spoke, he could tell that she was the other voice who had called out to him from the blizzard, but despite how worried and exhausted she looked.

She managed to lean against the doorway with a smirk and quip, "Glad to see you're settling into your new place, I would have made it sooner, but somebody chose not to update me on the password for entry."

She looked directly at him for that comment before continuing, "Please tell me so that I don't have to fight through your security again."

The three figures who were sitting on the floor all stared at her, then they started laughing. It was that what the blonde girl had said was funny, what she said had broken through the stress; their nerves felt fried but that did not matter in this moment, they had each other and they were alive.

"The rest of our friends are going to be worried sick until we make it back to them," the red warrior states once the laughter dies down.

"You're probably right, but everyone else is clueless about how bad this was and will probably be making snowmen." The blue and blonde warrior responded. "Looks like we can head out soon, the storm is dying down pretty quickly."

Lavan and the red warrior look back over the makeshift bandages on his arms before preparing to leave.

The blonde sheaths her weapons and kneels next to him. As she prepares to help him up slowly, she asks, "how long until your winter wonderland goes back to being a plain old Grimm invested forest? Please tell me it will be around for a few days, the rest of us aren't as tired of the snow as you, Iceman."

The boy starts to laugh again, his laughter was soon joined by the others in the house. It was relief, they could just let go now that the near death experience was over. There was a serious score to settle later, but right now, they just needed this moment to breath.

"Thank you" he said to the girl in red, who smiled back at him. He turned to respond to blonde leaning on the doorframe, but his vision became black and as he slumped over into unconsciousness, the last thing he heard were the voices of his friends shouting at him.

Author's Note:

Hello everyone, exciting first chapter right? There is a reason that only one character named, you all can probably put together who two of the unnamed characters are. Also, I tried my best to describe Lavan's attire as Ezio Auditore from Assassins Creed (female version), but I decided to give her blade fans like Kitana from Mortal Combat. The original story is called Frozen Heart, it is a well written but only one chapter. I need to give credit to Khor Erik Vlakhavlak for giving me his blessing to adopt this story from him and make it my own. I will be using most of the work of that for the next chapter, but from then on, its going to be all me. Also this is my first time writing a fic, please be gentle but at the same time, I need you to give me the constructive criticism to make sure that future chapters continue to be well written. This will be a shorter chapter, I plan on writing a bit longer chapters. I do plan on making future chapters a longer as I get better at writing.