Rework and remastered version of the prologue to my first story. Inspired by You are right . . . NOT.

RWBY belongs to the one and only Monty Oum who passed away in 1st February 2015. A toast to the man who make the legendary videos and series Haloid, Dead Fantasy and help Roosterteeth awesome webseries Red Vs Blue even more awesome than usual. Bless you magnificent dancing beast.

The World of 'Remnant'

That's name of the world where we humans, humanoid living beings born from Dust live in.

The humans were born into the beautiful world of Remnant, but at the same time it was also an unforgiving world filled with creatures of darkness known as…


Soulless creatures of darkness hell bent in wiping humans out of existence. Thus, forcing the humans either constantly battle against endless horde of the dark monsters with their very lives for survival or face…


However, with the finding of Dust and by harnessing its powers, humans gain the ability of the elemental nature's wrath itself. Becoming even more capable of fending off the deadly forces of Grimm with their new found power, humans strive through the dark times to create civilisations in this horrible world. Through them, humans became the source of light in the world of Remnant.

That's the story foretold throughout many generations in the lives of humanity had learnt and ended up passing down the stories to their children from each generation to generation. Telling them the tales of how they will all always be living in the eras of peace since the finding of Dust, as well as the upcoming of well-trained warriors to combat the endless waves of Grimm that are foolish enough to come close towards human civilisations. These warriors would sooner or later become known as…


Most Hunters trained most of their lives to gain the strength required to maintain the peace in the world. With each upcoming Hunter, stories of their heroic deeds in protecting their race from the Grimm are told like a children's fairy tale. Soon some of the Hunters became famous enough to be written to the history books. With that came stories of their exploits throughout their life.

From then on, most parents continued to pass down their tales to their children about the famous Hunters impressive feats. The stories that were told by them were mostly true, but they didn't mention one important fact about the so-called heroes. It was true that Hunters are strong and powerful but in the end they are still just…


Mortals just like everyone else

No matter how well trained, how well equipped they are with great weapons, armours or abilities… they can still die, just like the rest of their kind. But even then, almost all of those whom have lived most of their times in the eras of peace did not knew that.

Some of the children ended getting inspired after hearing the many great tales of the Hunters, which causes them end up wanting to join the ranks of becoming Hunters themselves, just like the legendary characters they've heard through the stories. To slay monsters and became known heroes, that's what they dreamed of. Whether they are just doing it out of ambition, to gain fame or any other reasons, nothing will ever prepare them for one thing…


That's right, the one thing which every living being would one day inevitably end up facing. It is the one thing that most parents didn't tell their children about, thus causing them to end up giving the potential idea that Hunters are invincible in their battles against the Grimm.

Oh how wrong they were

Most hunters actually didn't live long enough to pass away peacefully through old age, as most of them fall heroically through battles. Their names written down to the history books and thus told of their actions in Hunter academies, to be told to newer generations of trainees. This is done so that their sacrifices will never be forgotten.

More hunters will fall and even more hunters will rise with each passing generation, due to some Hunters inspiring the young.

I… was one of them

I suppose you'll be wondering who I am at this point?

Well, I'm just someone who wanted to live a good life with people I care for till my dying breath.

But… what's the point. Everyone I know and came to like and love are dead, killed by the very enemy mankind had faced since the very beginning since they were brought to existence.

The only friends I had left are busy guiding future Hunters in the academies, most hoping that the new generations could be spared from facing the horror a veteran Hunter had to face in his or her life.

However, through one single tragedy in his young life, I ended up inspiring one young man. I even went as far to train him up to be a strong and capable warrior.

I sometimes wondered myself, what exactly is the reason behind my decision from time to time. Was it because of my failure to save his love ones as they died in front of him, as they get killed by the very evil that seems to exist purely only to end all humanity since the dawn of our existence?

Or was it to rectify my mistakes, all my failures. As I have been forced through the dying pain of facing the inability to save my parents, my teammates… and failure to save the parents of this young man in front of me?

Or perhaps it was my undying rage to slaughter every single Dust damn Grimm in my sights out of sheer vengeance, for causing me go through all this pain?

I don't know anymore


That was a lie and I know it

I just ended seeing my past self in the boy, one who had lost everything so very early on in our lives. The sights of your very love ones dying in front of your very own eyes, either of us aren't even capable of doing a single damn thing to save them.

Just because we're all too young, lacking strength, power or weapon to do anything…


We've both learnt that life isn't always fair early on in our lives, losing both our parents are prime example of it.

All we can do is crawl over to them over their bloodied dead bodies, shaking them up and asking them to please wake up. Us hoping that they would wake up, wishing this is nothing more but a bad nightmare. That we will wake up in our bed and they will be at your side with wonderful smiles, telling us that everything is alright in the world.

But it isn't. It was not a dream. It was reality. All we could do was screaming our lungs into the sky in both pain and agony upon realizing the horrible truth.

That's exactly what the boy in front of me did when he too had figured out the agonizing truth.

"When I realize that," I softly muttered out.

The exact same action I did when I met the same fate. Screaming at the top of our lungs till all the air inside us completely gave out, then falling back down in despair and start blaming ourselves for being so weak and useless. We've talk to our parents of how we will one day save lives and became heroes just like them, wanting to make them proud.

Only to have this tragedy happens to us so early on in our lives.

Even I myself, one who had live through many years, who had fought against many kind of Grimm and had gone through the horrors of live, are not ready for this heart shattering feeling of seeing your very own ghost of your own past being forced to relieve that very moment once more.

No matter how much I've steeled myself for anything that might have happen in the future, I couldn't prepare myself to face someone, who completely shared the same event and with actions that mirrored in exactly the same way I did, could never escape this cringing pain in both my heart and my soul.

Memories replayed itself, the joy and happiness being with your love ones for a quick moment only to be replaced by great shattering pain.

I then realises my visions was starting to getting a bit blurry. Touching my eyes with my own hands, I've found out that tears are slowly flowing down my face. Crying after so many years, I thought I had run out of tears back then, back when my parents died. But alas, this event causes my tears to start flowing out again.

Wiping my tears away, I look back at the boy, to find out that he's still crouching down on the ground, holding his body tightly, still in hysteria.

I couldn't help but ended seeing myself doing the same thing, the ghost of my past self on that very spot.

In the past, no one founded me or saved me. After my parent's death, I was alone. Staying in that position for many hours or days with soulless eyes, not even knowing how many days or weeks has passed. Not even the sound of my growling stomach could force me to move.

How could I? How could a young child moved on in life if the very people you know and love died in front of your very own eyes. Most young children wouldn't even know what to do besides crying and staying at their side, unable to think of their future without them. Only to have every fibre of their soul filled with emptiness and despair. That's what I did. Laying down by their side, as I await my death.

The only remaining source of comfort left was all the good memories you've gotten to have with them in my short life. However, the memories may be good, but at the same time, brought more pain to your heart as they lay dead next to you.

As I tried to block the shattering memories, I eventually end up landing on a day featuring a book that my mom told me about.

'One shouldn't break, especially when facing something that will eventually meet its end. Especially with the ones you love. They wouldn't want to see you suffer for their sake for so long.'

Remembering that moment, I knew that I got to stop remaining that way forever, knowing that they wouldn't want me to. With great resolve and pain, I dragged the fallen bodies of my parents back to the house. I dug up graves and set up tomb stones right next to the house. I don't know why I did it. I just found it fitting at this as this is their home that they build together.

Not knowing what to do next, I walked around the house, surveying the entire building. Memories surfacing with each room I entered, until I found a book in my room. The book tells the heroic tales of Hunters.


From that moment on, an idea struck. I've decided to set out to be one. I'll become one in hopes of preventing anyone else from suffering the same fate as I did. I had to pull myself out my misery by my own but that took me a very long time, I do not want to see another me going through the same pain.

Not everyone are capable of breaking free from the pain alone.

I wondered, would this young boy, someone who have gone through the exact same fate as I do, would be able drag himself out too? The same way I drag myself out of my own suffering?

Doubtful, I do not know whether or not if his parents have some sort of item, action or created an event to set as a trigger for him to either move forward in his life or go down the same path as I have. But…

As I once again seeing my ghost image upon him, the decision was made. Even though I couldn't prevent this boy from seeing his parents died in front of him, I could've at least saved him from months, or perhaps years of misery.

With the decision made, I readied myself as I slowly walked towards the young boy. The sound of my footstep must have shaken him out of his hysteria. Slowly his head looks up and was surprised to see my extended hands in front of him.

With a bit of hesitation, I slowly voices out, "I'm sorry."

My voice appears to shook him more than seeing my hand as his head immediately shot up to look up to me. His eyes went as wide as his small eyes can go upon seeing me. I do not know exactly what shocked him more, my sudden action or my words. I didn't care about it that time as all I wanted to do at that very moment was to help him.

"I couldn't save your father and mother. At least, please… give me a chance to help you, to make up for my failures." What he didn't know is that I was referring to saving him from filling his heart with pain and despair and to atone for all my past failures. My parents. My team. As well as,

Saving myself

The boy looked back at my hand, then back to my face. Slowly, he lifted his hand towards my own and soon our hands connected. He slowly stood up and almost immediately hugged me. Then he started crying as he hugged me as hard as his small frame could. All I could do is crouching down and hug him back, giving him any sense of comfort I could provide at that time. Looking back at the dead bodies of the boy's parents, I thought I saw ghost images of them nodding their heads, as if begging me to look after their son.

What shocked me next was what follows next. Coming up behind them, were my own parents and past teammates. All of them smiled at me, nodding their heads in approval as well.

I blinked my eyes after that, only to find them gone. Wondering if I was just imagining it or perhaps even after their death, their spirits continue to watch over me. I probably will never know about it.

Next, I looked back at the boy only to find my past self, crying at my very own shoulders, before she looks back up at me, tears flowing down from her eyes. Blinking once more, I see the boy looking back at me. He started asking me. Why won't they wake up, he asks me whether this is nothing but a bad cruel nightmare. That he will wake up back in his room with his mother waking him up and his father sitting in the dining table, both of them looking at him with smiles. He begs me, why. Why all of this had to happen to him.

I wondered if someone were there to save me from my sorrow, would I say the exact same thing to that person as this young boy did. I don't know. Probably will. I just told him that, they are now at a better place, where they will always be together.

As I said that, I couldn't help but wondered. Will his parents meet up with mine… as well as my teammates. That small thought actually cheered me up a little.

I don't know the answer. I'll find that answer out when my time has come for me. But until then, this boy is now under my care. I couldn't save his loved ones, thus I will take the responsibility to take care of him like he is a part of my family… my only remaining one.

I promise to myself, I wouldn't want to see another me.

We both agree to carry his parents back home. He was reluctant at first, but soon did it with tears flowing down his face the entire time. With great resolve, the boy entered his home to deliver the grieving news to the rest of his family. Turns out his family are quite the big one with many siblings. The shock of losing their parents hit them painfully hard.

A funeral was scheduled that day, all the boy's family members attend it except for me. Why should I? I've failed my duty, just like back then. I know I've managed to save countless number of lives from the Grimm threat over the years, but no matter how many deaths I've prevented, they were only able to fill my broken heart little by little. All that effort is lost once more the moment I've failed to save the boy's parents.

It meant I have to start again right from zero. Sometime later, I've gave the same young man I've managed to saved and given him two options. The first option is to stay with the rest of his family to comfort them or to accept my offer to be trained under my shoes, as a way to make up for my failures.

He was hesitant at first, but with a few questions revolving around me and some encouragement from his siblings, he accepted my offer.

For first time in a while, I felt a small comfort from that.

What happens after that is another story, I took the kid as he is my very own little brother.

At that time onward, I didn't realize this little fellow will soon became someone important to me, just like my passed away parents and Hunter teammates. They help filled up my dying empty hole in my heart, only to have those feelings taken away at their last breaths.

While the main reason I gave him the offer in the first place are to make up for my failures and heal his broken heart, this young man ended up healing both my broken heart and soul instead.

One thing's for sure, I pray to whatever deity that this young man wouldn't share the same fate as my teammates and our parents before I do.

He dreamt of becoming a hero, a Hunter to be like his father and his ancestors before, but he eventually found a real reason to become one now after I told him a bit of my story. He decided to become one in hopes of preventing others from suffering the same fate as he does.

What he didn't know is that's my dream too. My late arrival had caused him to face the exact same fate as I did. I've failed him, but…

If I trained him early on, he might be stronger than me in time. In time which he might have enough strength to achieve that goal until his last breath. That very thought gave me some comfort. With my decisions made, I started guiding him from that point onward.

No one was there to help me when I suffered through all that. I had to pick myself up from my pain, alone. I've sworn to prevent others from going through the same suffering as I have, I've failed. But…

I'll be damn if I couldn't help this young man do what I could not.

Who is this young man exactly?

Well, he is my beloved little brother, one who will one day no doubt become a great Hunter that will make it into the legends. His name is…

Jaune Arc


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