A hero. Thats what he had always wanted to be. A hero to fight back against the darkness that was the Grimm.

Jaune Arc had left his home in order to enter Beacon and realize his dream, that of which was to become a Huntsman. Why? Two reasons.

One: his father, his fathers father, his fathers fathers father, etc, had all been huntsman and a hero.

Two: Against all odds, the transcripts he had asked to be forged had been accepted by the Headmaster.

So, with his family blade in its transforming sheath on his hip, he had set out on an adventure to Vale. And that leads to now, our young protagonist walking along a dirt road.

Why was he walking along a dirt road? He had overslept and missed the Bullhead to Vale. While he could had just waited, a week seemed like a long time to wait, so he decided to just walk there.

'Honestly, why didn't I just wait another week? This is just pure torture...'

While our protagonist was mentally berating himself, he had failed to notice the night sky light up. Unfortunately, he only noticed at the last moment.

'Uhhg, I'm so- Wait, when did it get brighter?'

Jaune looked up, and with some miracle that us mere mortals cannot comprehend, he dodged. Jumping and rolling up into a ball had worked, though he had hit a tree and was currently experiencing the worst headache of his life.

'Holy-! I barely survived that! What is it anyways?' He thought with wonder, not knowing that what he was about to find would change his life.

Walking to the edge of the crater, Jaune narrowed his eyes to try and see what was in all that smoke. It took a few minutes, but eventually it cleared up and revealed something Jaune was not expecting.

'A face? Whats a face doing from outer space?'

The object was black and red, ans it was shaped like a hexagon.In the center was a U shaped red thing surrounding a green crystal. Below the crystal was a metallic. The chin had a long white ridge running across it's lower half.

Against his better judgement, Jaune approched the object, then picked it up. It was cool to the touch, but was also slightly warm. It seemed to pulse in his hand, but it really didn't do anything else. No glowing, no magical stuff, it just sat there in his hand.

Going against his gut, Jaune stuffed the object into his pocket, and continued on his way, taking a glace back at the crater, then sprinting along the road.

Okay, so most of you might be wondering, 'What about your other storys?' I haven't forgotten about them. You WILL get them. I'm just having trouble writing some parts of the confession scean for TSRDxD, and figuring out a goal for the MC of Re: Grimm.

One of the reasons why is the sheer number of story ideas in my head, and I dont now how to get them out. This, is one of them, and should get my mind organized and figuring out solutions to the problems.

This story will only update if I'm feeling this way again, so I wont have to spend five minutes writing something like this.

Anyways,

Ciao for now!