[Point of view change]
Whitley Schnee could only watch as the men and women around him desperately tried to keep their ship from being swept away by the waves. The battle in front of him was insane, it was just one Knight versus an army of Grimm and neither could defeat the other.
His grandfather had ordered him to go and live in Mantle, the kingdom he had grown up in before the Kingdom of Atlas even existed. It was his grandfather's last order before he passed and his hisgrandfathers company was handed over to his father.
A massive lion whose eyes glowed red so brightly that the light seemed to flow out its sockets and up the Grimms pounced onto the knight who grabbed it with one hand before crushing the lion's neck.
A pack of wolves swarmed the knight attacking him from every direction distracting the man before a massive snake attacked the knight from above.
Everything became quiet when the snake swallowed the knight whole, no one on his ship or the ones accompanying it moved, the shock of seeing such a man die before their eyes forced them to stop moving, and not even a sound left their lips.
Then they heard it, the sound of something tearing, before the Snake Grimm screamed in agony as the knight tore his way out of the monster's stomach.
The knight wasted no time and continued his attack, each time his powerful legs hit the ground the shockwaves from his attack made the ocean waves grow as they carried his power.
Whitley could only watch as the fight dragged on before the sounds of gunfire reached his ears, he watched as the knight turned and looked at him and the ship that accompanied him before turning to where the sounds were coming from and running towards them.
"Sir it's too dangerous we have to go" Joan Arc the bodyguard that his grandfather had hired to protect him said to him while hoping that he would listen to reason.
"Turn us around, we are going to need more people and maybe an army." he says to Joan who signals to the crew that they should leave as fast as possible.
The cold wind of Mantle's frozen lands felt like a fire that burned his skin. He replayed the memories of what he had seen and the reason that he had led his people this far into the uncharted lands of the West.
Mantle was once one of the only kingdoms that could survive this far north, and while it had prospered in the past. That was no longer the case and the kingdom wasn't even a shadow of what it once was.
The walls that once protected the kingdom were now broken by the attacks of the grimm and the lack of resources needed to maintain them.
The homes that were once the pride of the north were barely better than ruins that just kept the people from freezing to death but did nothing else as the rain somehow managed to enter the buildings.
His grandfather's kingdom now faced raids from both Faunus and Humans who took whatever they wanted and burned the villages that didn't have anyone to protect them.
He had traveled deep into the west hoping to find something, it didn't matter what it was as long as he could use it to help the kingdom before it was destroyed.
He never expected to find what looked like a knight from an uncontacted kingdom.
The ship shook as the anker was drope and the captain ordered his men to disembark. "Come on we have to tell the higher-ups.' Joan said to him before hitting the back of his head and forcing him back to the present.
He followed Joan off the ship and headed to the border town, it was the furthest town from Mantle, so its people had to learn to defend themselves from both grimm and raiders.
There was no way that his team were the only ones that had seen the fight and even if they were others must have heard or felt it. It was only a matter of time before the other kingdoms sent search teams into the uncharted lands, but they wouldn't be alone, the raiders would send their teams, and when that happened.
Whitley pushed the door of the cottage open and watched as the wind violently forced the door out of his hands and slammed it onto the wall. He walked inside and waited for Joan to walk in, they needed to talk about this and plan for what was to come.
"You need to contact your father, if there are more of those men then there will be war." Joan said to him the moment that the door closed.
"War, why would there be war?" Whitley asked Joan who looked at him with a pain-filled expression.
"It's only been eighty years Whitley. I know that you weren't born yet but when two kingdoms meet it's never peaceful and if there are more kingdoms in those unknown lands then peace is impossible." Joan said to him while reminding him of the great war.
Seeing his hesitation Joan reminded him of what happened when Vacuo made contact with the rest of the world and more importantly atlas and how its people were enslaved before they rebelled during the great war.
"Even if I called my father for help. Mantle needs someone to represent them and no one has held the office for years, it's one of the reasons that the kingdom is in the state that it's in. Nobody wants that position." he says to Joan whose eyes harden before walking past him and opening the crate that his grandfather trusted to her.
'Your grandfather ordered me to give this to you, either when you were ready or if something happened." Whitley shakes his head while looking at the silver armor that had the emblem of Mantle on its chest, while on its shoulders was the emblem of Atlas.
"No, I can't." Whitley protested before his world spun and he found himself on the cold floor.
"You are thirteen!" Joan said to him her voice filled with disgust.
"You are old enough to get married. In the old days, men like you would be expected to raid a village and impregnate the women before you could become men!" Joan yelled at him before grabbing the helmet and throwing it at him.
"I'll be at your side. Those people won't know that I'm from Vale and if they somehow find out, just say that I'm your mistress and that I have to stay at your side no matter what." Joan said to him while trying to give him some much-needed confidence.
"That would just start problems with Vale." Whitley says to Joan while he stares at the silver helmet lying next to him. "Besides even if I claimed to be in charge the people of Mantle would rebel. They won't accept someone from Atlas." he says to Joan who grabs his collar and forces him back to his feet.
"Your grandfather was the last living Knight of Mantle, you are the Kingdom's ruler. That's why he sent you here." Joan said to him before grabbing the breastplate and shoving it into his arms.
"Be the man that you are, either form an alliance or take what your people need." Joan said to him and Whitley could only hold onto the armor as if he was trying to hold onto something because if he didn't he would drown.