Life is funny; it allows you to experience many things.

Sometimes, bad things, sometimes good things... And sometimes horrible things.

When I got to their house, I found him with a knife on his back and bullet holes in her heart.

Two bodies, one with a gun and the other holding the knife on the back.

As I looked through the murder scene, I was sure that the woman stabbed the man, and the man's last action was opening fire with a handgun; the handgun was filled with air dust rounds.

This is Mr. and Mrs. Arc... And the woman smells like alcohol, but why did she attack him?

The last thing I heard from them was that they were expecting a baby. They looked happy, so... Why did Juniper Arc kill my teacher, Jaune Arc?

As I started looking around, I found Jaune Arc's scroll and a folder of videos of his wife using many substances while still pregnant, drinking, smoking... Why, why? My teacher was always so excellent to her, nice to her; weirdly enough, I didn't find anything that involved cheating.

As I opened the last video of the folder, I saw a baby being held by Mr. Arc; the baby was fully functional and healthy.

Juniper, on the other hand, was mad, and as they got home from the hospital, they argued that she wanted to kill it to get rid of it, that she was not his mother, and that that child should have never been born.

The mother never wanted the kid and was a coward in taking responsibility for the baby; this recording was today, an hour before I got her.

I looked at the corpses again; I sighed and heard a muffled cry coming from Mr. Arc's office.

I opened the door carefully and saw a baby in a basket, a note, and the Arc family heirloom "Crocea Mors," the yellow death.

I started reading the note out loud.

"dear student, if you are reading this, it means that my wife managed to kill me; she changed after she got pregnant; she said that she didn't want the child, but she also said that she felt that it will feel like she killed someone if she got an abortion."

I stopped for a few seconds and looked at the baby. I put my hand on his little chest, and the baby grabbed my hand without hesitation.

I continue reading.

"my life is ending; I love my wife so much, but she became violent even if she is not a huntress; she Is strong, please, student of mine, take care of my son. I know you are 24, but you are the only one I trust. Make my son stronger than me. I know he has the talent; I saw it in his dark blue eyes."

I saw the baby's eyes, and said eyes scared me; when an Arc is born with dark blue eyes instead of light blue eyes, they are unique. Their sight is near perfect even after they turn 90; when they are in danger, any emotion is nullified.

Love, hate, fear, sadness, any emotion is gone, and when you look at them with this ability on, their eyes look dead, the pupils consume the whole eye, and you can only see dark blue and veins pop out around the eyes, allowing you to see them.

It usually happens when they are in danger, but some can get into that state manually with training and use it whenever they want.

"Please, my student, save him; save Jaune for me."

The letter ended there. The only thing I could say was, "So his name is jaune." This little boy was holding my hand, still, but then he let go when I finished reading the letter. I grabbed the sword and shield and placed them on my back.

I got the baby and wrapped him carefully in warm sheets to keep him away from the cold and got out of the house. And I walked to the next village for supplies and formula for the baby.

This is not my story, no, no, but my son is too young to make his own story.

This is the story of Jaune Arc, a knight, a hero, and the light of my life.

"Dad!" a little boy's voice called a 31-year-old man.

"DAD!"

"Qrow! Your son is calling you." a woman with an almost childish voice called the man.

The man stopped writing in a book.

He looked towards the entrance of his house, smiling, he then got up and walked to the door.

Blond hair, dark blue eyes, bright smile, yep that was Jaune

"Hey, Jaune, how was school?" I said holding an untitled book

A boy stood there with an older woman and a little girl with long back hair.

"Raven ate a cricket." jaune said, smiling and pointing at the girl and running towards the man, giving him a big hug. Then jaune grabed the book with no proble from his fater's hands.

"What is this, dad?"jaune asked me, he was still holding my hand and bury in my stomach, but his face was looking at the book.

"Is a fary tale that im working on, i still dont have the name of the main character, wich name do you thing i shoud name it." i looked at him with a smile on my face.

"how about me, Jaune, Jaune Branwen" in that moment i hold on to my tears as much as i coud.

"that is a great name son, thank you."

My name is Qrow Branwen, and my son will be the strongest Huntsman alive. But for now, I get to hug him as much as I want, and that's the only thing I need.

Author notes:

Aham..

Hello...

Listen before you kill me, i know "you never finish your storys.

Yeah, i know, but dont worry am actualy working in 3 fan fictions at the same time now but i will not upload anithing until i have at least 3 chapters for each story so i have work...

Okay, bye, bye.