"Long ago, before Huntsmen, before Kingdoms and armies, long before even the discovery of Dust, just as mankind was taking its first steps out into Remnant to destroy the dark forces of Grimm that pushed them up against their gravestones, a strange and extrodinary event happened that changed the tides. While most of Remnant's people would say it was the discovery of Dust that gave mankind their wrath in hand, very few people know the story of a great and powerful warrior tribe that lit the light in the darkness and gave humans and Faunus the hope they needed to survive.

"It all began on a small island, one said to have sunk into the endless ocean so no one may ever find it. On this island, like many other places around the world, the fight to survive was never ending. Men were constantly put on guard just incase any wondering Grimm revealed themselves. And if they did, bless all the souls that would most definitely fall at their darkened forms.

"One day, as the group of survivors left their dead behind and marched onward, away from any other incoming threats, they seemed to leave behind a single man. Said man wasn't like any ordinary man though. This man had been blind since birth. He had only survived all these years by the caring and compassion of the head of defenses who had died in a previous attack not even a day ago.

"Alone and stranded with no idea where he was or what was around him, the man wondered on and on for hours. Those hours turned into days and those days quickly turned into a week. How he had survived, he didn't even know. He just kept walking, sheer will keeping him moving forward. By the end of those seven days though, the man was growing weak and soon found himself crawling across the ground in search for anything he could drink. He would take anything. Any kind of liquid at all.

"He was mere minutes from giving up when he found his hand sliding off the edge of something. He let out a cry of fear, feeling his whole entire body fall down with him. Wind rushed passed him as he braced himself for a darkness worse than what he constantly saw. But then, there was a loud splash.

"The man had his eyes shut the whole time even though he couldn't see anyway, but when he felt was coolness of water rush across his skin drenched in sweat, he let out a long sigh if relief underwater, sending bubbles up to the surface. Out of pure instincts, he brought his arms around and kicked with his legs to bring him up to the surface of the water. He broke it with ease, taking in a gasp of air which quickly filled his lungs. And then, he blinked.

"A swarm of color rushed through his vision as well as blinding light. 'Oh dear Remnant,' Was all this man could think. 'What in Grimm's name have I fallen in?' The man quickly shut his eyes, ducking back down under the water. He stayed there until he could no longer breathe, made sure he could stay no longer by waiting until his chest and lungs burned. He then shot out of the surface of the water, his eyes going wide at the world around him.

"He could see. He glanced down at the water he was floating in. It was just a small pond which reflected everything around it perfectly on the surface of it. He swam to the shore as quick as he could, his heart beat thudding inside his ears. When he got there, his back slammed into the muddy shore as he stared up at the sky, not even blinking or looking away for a second.

"He lifted his hand, slowly acting as if he were grabbing the sun as rays shot between his fingers and across his face. The beautiful blue and golden globe was more beautiful than he could ever imagine. After what felt like hours of looking around at everything, the man finally sat up. He glanced into the water, looked away, then quickly looked back at his reflection.

"He never knew how he looked, but he could very much remember hearing how his eyes were always a pure white. Now though, now they were the faintest shade of the lightest color of green. And his hair. He had always been told his hair was a dark brown. How could it of turned a dark shade of light green? He shook his head, quickly standing up. At the moment, he didn't want to know. He wanted to leave this place. He wanted to be there not another second. He looked around, quickly grabbing the edge of the drop he had fallen down and started to climb up. Little did he know that humanity was about to be changed by him.

"With his fall into the water, more came to him than just sight. He also gained something much more amazing. The once crippled man now had a power far beyond what anyone could imagine. On his way to find those who had left him behind, he encountered something which took him a few seconds to notice. It was a Grimm. An Ursa Major. The only reason it took him a few seconds to realize it was because he had pictured them to be much more terrifying.

"He stared up at the beast, giving a very faint smirk. 'And here I thought I was suppose to be afraid of you. You look nothing like the nightmares I have imagined.' The man mumbled before jumping back as the Ursa swung at him. With his eyesight always gone, the rest of his body was far more developed, but with his eyesight regained, he was a force to be reckoned with.

"As the Ursa charged at him, the man looked up with a faint smirk still there. He let one foot go back, sliding across the forest floor while he brought his arms up. He blinked, only once, before sprinting forward. If any human had been there to witness it, they would of been terrified of this man. As he blinked, his eyes changed to the blood red color of a Grimm's eyes. And that was it. The battle was over before it even began.

"Over the years, his name became well known. Well, his last name that is. No one needed to care about his first name. If you heard the name Monomane, you went running because that ment Grimm was around. It also ment Grimm were about to die. Monomane, a hero known to be able to slay Grimm with out even so much as a weapon. Perhaps there was still someone watching out for those on Remnant.

"Little did these people know though. All they believed was that Monomane was a warrior who could slay Grimm. It wasn't untill after Monomane had found a woman, one he could proudly say he loved, and had a son that the true extent of his gift was shown.

"Monomane's son, born with the same hair and eyes as his father, was being pushed around one day by and ignorant son of a merchant. Having had enough, Monomane's son clenched his fist, glaring deep into the eyes of the merchant's son and blinked. The merchant's son was several size bigger than the other boy, so when he came charging at him with a punch, he didn't even budge. A minute later, with heavy breathing, Monomane's son was standing of ther merchant boy with a bloody fist. Most notably though, the young kid's eyes were a dark crystal blue just like the others. He blinked, his eyes reverting back to the pale green before he bolted away.

"Apperently, anyone born with Monomane blood was given the same gift as the once blind man was given. They were able to mirror any attacker just by looking into their eyes. Only for a few minutes that is. Exceeding even three minutes would send a sharp and painful feeling through every single nerve in their eyes. That's when it began. A tribe, a very small tribe which grew into the Monomane Clan was slowly developing over the years. They were the sole protectors and defenders against Grimm. That was, untill Dust came along and other things.

"When Dust was finally found, the need for these great Mirrored-Eyed Warriors was becoming more scarce. People were being able to defend themselves. And to make things worse, the Silver-Eyed Warriors started popping up all over and then the Four Maidens and everything else. There was becoming no use for them anymore. So they slowly started to hide away, slipping into the shadows and never returning.

"And like all great heros with stories, they became nothing more than a legend scattered through time until it was forgotten." As a soft voice finished the story, a woman gave a yawn while stretching her arms out. She was sitting on a bed, the blanket being an extra thick olive color whool blanket. "There. Are you happy now, Elise? I told you your favorite story. Can you please sleep now?" She asked, looking down at the head of the bed where a small girl around the age of seven with dark brown hair was curled up and hugging a pillow in a camouflage onsie.

"Do I have to?" Elise Spruce let out in a whine, rolling around on the bed a bit. "I want to hear it again!" Her face lit up as she sat up. Her face covered in small little scratches and cuts just like her knees and elbows. "Please mama!"

With a long sigh, Eleanor Spruce stood up from the bed. "It's late. Much later than when I let you stay awake. If you don't sleep now," She crossed her arms. "I won't let you feed any animals tomorrow and you're grounded and not allowed to go hiking for a week."

Almost instantly, the small girl was under hee blanket with her eyes shut. "I'm asleep! Go away! You might wake me up!"

With a small chuckle, Elise's mother stepped out and quietly shut the door behind her. Almost immediately once again, Elise tossed her blankes off her and stood up.

"Cold. Cold. Cold." She mumbled as she walked across her bedroom floor to the window. She looked out, staring at the broken moon above and the beautiful night sky filled with stars. "I wonder what it would be like to be blind." She blinked a few times then shut her eyes with a grin. She turned on her heels before taking a few steps and letting out a scream. Her dark green eyes shooting open wide as she stared down at her pinky toe jammed into her nightstand.

"Elise!" She heard her mother snap as she jumped around with her foot in the air. She grumbled slightly before crawling into bed. It felt like she had lost her entire foot in one chop. She groaned more before curling up under her blanket.

"Mirrored eyes or not, I wouldn't want to walk around like that." She mumbled before shutting her eyes with a yawn, slowly drifting off to the sounds of insects and the wind from outside.