Warning: This work is rated T for a reason; there is Violence, Blood, Angst, and the mention of serious topics like racism and mental illness that merit this rating. This work of Fanfiction will never have any material that would send it over the edge to an M rating like Lemons or highly descriptive scenes of violence.

UPDATE 2/21/2020: This chapter has been Beta Read by the wonderful RoyalBlueRoses.

Hello, and welcome to my second Fanfic.

RWBY is a show that, although I don't consider perfect, I still hold as one of my dearests. The world of Remnant and the people that live in it are some of the stories I am more fascinated with, especially one Faunus in particular.

Adam is a character that I loved through Vol 1 to 3 but then he seemed to be transformed into a new character entirely, and I was left craving more of that morally grey warrior of the Faunus.

With this work, I want to visit the question of, was Adam nature to be evil, or was he nurtured into the role? Would another soul that has to live through his life take the same path of destruction, or would he be able to be saved?

Without further ado, here is the first chapter of REwrite: Adam.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do love writing it.

Oh, and I don't own RWBY!

Enjoy!

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Season 1: The Prologue To Tragedy

Episode 1: Lost Soul

Unknown – Unknown – Unknown

Can a life be rewritten? Can a tragedy have a happy ending?

It bloomed like a flower in the dawn. A red-tinted spiral that drove itself beneath the flesh, inside the bone.

Into my mind.

Into my brain.

Pain was its name.

The confusion came along for the ride; I felt a puncturing, aching sensation in the back of a head that didn't feel quite like mine. Lungs unknown to me breathed the scented air of pines trees that cooled blood that wasn't mine.

An alien body.

Mine, yet not.

Blades of grass grazed the back of my ears; some tickled my nape. I was laying down on the ground, paralyzed by the utter feeling of dissociation that slithered inside this flesh that was mine, yet it felt wrong, small, delicate.

The aching pain came back in force; I felt it stabbing me in the back of my head, where a particularly sharp stone kept digging into my flesh. It was that pain that finally made me move, even when I was terrified of doing so.

My arms were wrong, so short and weak, my legs so chubby and directionless, I sat on the ground as I stared at those short shoeless feet I couldn't recognize, but that were clearly connected to my frame.

One of my, oh, so small hands went behind me and touched the spot where it hurt, I gasped at the sting a simple touch generated, and when those fingers came back into my view, they were drenched in a warm crimson liquid.

Blood.

Blood was dripping from that hand.

From my hand.

"I see you are finally awake, old soul," said a voice from behind me that sounded more like the scraping of mountains against a storm than like a man.

I turned around too fast and felt disoriented, the body I was in control of felt so alien to me that it was hard to gauge movement, I lost my balance, and I began to tilt to the side. Still, before I could go further, I was seized by bony fingers that grabbed me around my waist and hauled me to the air.

Before I knew it, they deposited me onto a bench. Beside me sat a man that looked like he was older than history itself, his body had atrophied, leaving only pale, leathery flesh surrounding old bones covered by simple clothes, he was ashen and marred as if the rivers of life had carved all its stories through his face.

He held a gentle smile, and his eyes were tightly closed as if the wrinkles had enclosed them.

Yet, I knew they were looking at me.

And I couldn't hold his gaze.

Instead, my vision toured through my surroundings; we sat in a bench in what appeared to be the backyard of a small, one-floor cabin with a chimney that spewed little puffs of smoke now and then. A square fence surrounded us with only a pine tree to give us shade.

"You must be rather confused right now," the old man said, and I finally braved his gaze to look at him.

His gentle smile was gone.

His eyes were slightly open, and I felt the weight of those black holes that glared back at me and made my tiny body tremble like a leaf.

"I have been waiting for you to awaken for the last five years," he said.

"A- awaken?" I asked, with the voice that didn't sound like mine but rather like the one of a child. Adrenaline was pouring down my veins now, and it felt as if there were two minds inside my head trying to take over the other, a child cried loudly in the back of my skull, a man breathed harshly in the front of my mind.

"You died five years ago." The old man said without a hint of pity. "After a lifetime of unpunished sin, you went away on a peaceful night in your old age with a grin on your face thinking I wouldn't punish you." The weight of his eyes increased, making my shoulders sag, and my heart skip a beat.

I wished to run; I pushed myself off the bench and leaped into the ground, but the floor wasn't as close as I imagined, I went down into the grass and the dirt with my uncoordinated limbs tangling with each other.

"It will take you some time before you become accustomed to this new body. I recommend you try to do it fast. This new life won't be like your old one."

I turned on the ground to look at him, using my arms to hold my chest up.

"W- who are you?"

"I'm the god of the world you came from. You can call me, Keeper," he said, his eyes filled with disgust as he watched. He sighed and stopped glaring at me to look up to the sky before he continued talking, "This new life is both your punishment and your chance to redeem yourself, old soul."

"I don't understand, w- what do you mean?" I said.

It was hard to think with the aching pain in the back of my head screaming at me, my stomach grumbled from hunger, and my bowels demanded that I went to the bathroom. My vision clouded, and I blinked to try and clear it out only to discover that tears were dancing over my cheeks.

My mind was overloaded with all the new sensations of this child-like body, with only the help of an infantile brain that couldn't keep up. I started crying while I kept rubbing my knuckles against my face in a vain attempt to stop the tears from falling.

"This is not the world either of us came from." The old man clutched a leaf in his hand. "It is broken, abandoned… A Remnant. Yet, it is still filled with hope. I have given you a new life, one destined with pain, suffering, and early death. It will be your choice if you will accept that path written for you, or if you will deny it and surpass it."

I failed to control my bowels as my heart beat faster and faster, my lungs couldn't keep a lungful of air, and pathetic whimpers kept lashing out of my lips. "W- wh- why!"

The old man chuckled. "How far have the mighty have fallen." Poison dripped from his words as he spoke, "You are a sinner, but one I believe could redeem himself, it will be entirely you that decides if you will allow the darkness of this world to shape you into another monster, or if you will rise above it."

"I don't want to!" I yelled.

"You do not have a choice," he said before he groaned and stood up from the bench, dusting the back of his pants and then stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Now that you are finally awake, it is time for me to leave for now. Remember that the story of this world is already written, but you are from outside it; you control your own destiny. You are not the same soul as the one that should have lived in that body. Do not make the same mistakes it would have."

He walked around me, going toward the pine tree, but I grasped him by his pants with one pleading hand. "Please don't leave! I don't understand!"

He gazed down at me with something akin to pity dancing for the first time in his wrinkled eyes. "Good luck, One that is not, yet it is… Adam Taurus."

As he said that name, the old man's body and clothes turned gray like a stone before he crumbled into dust that was swept by a breeze that wasn't there seconds ago.

Only a piece of the cloth that had made up his khaki pants remained between my clenched fingers.

I stared at the tree, holding onto that piece for dear life. My heart was bleeding down my ribs. My mind was leaking out.

I cried, letting my voice carry out so many emotions that were known to my soul but alien to my young body that only felt more confused and scared as I wept.

"Adam!?" a woman's voice called out that name from the cabin's door, I heard its hinges whine as someone ran toward me. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Calloused hands grasped my wrists and pulled my arms away from my face; I tried resisting, but the woman quickly overpowered me without effort, and I watched a face that although I couldn't recognize it, it felt familiar.

My body soothed itself under the gaze of her blue eyes, so unknown yet so familiar. The fear and the panic beating in my heart died down, that gulp of air stuck in my throat finally fell in my starved lungs, and I could do nothing else but watch her.

I don't know if she would be considered beautiful, but to my eyes, she was an angel.

Her face was too circular for the slim neck that held it, crowned by wild, long brown locks of hair that fell around her shoulders and grazed the myriad of freckles that tinted her pale skin. She towered like a giant over me, even as she sat there in front of me, yet the hands around my wrist were almost as slim as mine; the fingers around me were so slender but so calloused that just a faint brush against my skin felt like she was scratching me.

I didn't know this woman, but only her appearance was enough to calm me down and let the childish portion of my brain stop panicking long enough for my older mind to take over.

She glanced down at my stained pants and smiled. "Oh Baby, you are too big to be doing this, don't ya think?" she chuckled and went to hug me, embracing me, her slim arms pressing my head against her chest.

I felt her hand brush over the injury on my head, and I whimpered.

"What?" she said, before she pressed her palm against my wound, making me flinch and a sob run out of my mouth, the woman rose her hand and gasped when she found it stained with my blood. "Oh gods, Adam, baby!"

She pulled me up in her arms, smothering my face against her shoulder lovingly to the point that I couldn't see where we were going as she ran, but I didn't care.

Her clothes smelled of burnt wood and her skin like sugar cane, so conflicting of a scent, yet so…

Enticing.

I don't know if it was either the blood loss or the sense of comfort, but it didn't matter, not a second after we crossed the portal to the woman's home, I lost the battle of my consciousness and closed my eyes.

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Unknown – Unknown – Home?

I was currently having trouble trying to think.

Although my mind seemed to be the one of someone much older than my body may suggest, my brain didn't seem to be capable of working at the same speed, like trying to run a sophisticated program in a computer that wasn't up the standards required for the job.

Headaches were frequent, but they were not my current issue.

The real issue was the swinging of that strange thing protruding from the back of the woman's backside.

We were in the cabin's little kitchen, a stew boiled in a pot that the woman was attending to with one hand, while her other held me firmly in place across her shoulder.

I knew this woman, Helena Taurus, was my body's mother, but it was hard to think of her as my mother.

Even if my body craved every opportunity to remain close to her.

I had awakened in this new world for only a total of two days, which I had spent mostly in bed, with my head covered with bandages and the woman loitering around me like a crow staring down at carrion.

I had not noticed the thing before but now…

The woman had a tail.

At first, I thought it was some sort of clothing or decoration that would give me an insight into this world, but then as Helena started humming, her tail began to swing side to side to the tone of the song.

It was a long skinny tail with a tuft of brown hair at its tip, the same color as Helena's mane.

I rested my cheek on Helena's shoulder and rose one of my hands up towards my red and brown hair. There laid another oddity that should bother me more yet only caused some mild curiosity.

I had horns.

Black, stubby horns that protruded from my skin just at the edges of my forehead and then slanted backward.

I grasped the left one with my fist, it felt like my teeth, and it was slightly warm. I pulled just a little bit and felt the tug right in my skull, pulling on it had become a habit that my older mind was getting worried about becoming an unhealthy habit, yet my young brain couldn't care less.

"Adam," Helena said before I felt her hand cover mine over my horn, "Stop yanking it, baby."

"Mama?"

"Mm-hm?" She pulled our hands away from my horn.

"Why do I have horns?" I asked, and she chuckled like the answer should have been obvious.

"Because you're a Faunus, Baby, just like Mama has a tail, you got those cute horns like your dad had."

"What's a Faunus?" I glanced at her over the edge of my blue eyes, noticing that she was stirring the pot and not looking at me, I took the chance and went back to pulling on my horn.

"Well, it's hard to explain, hmm." She left the ladle in the pot and tapped her chin as she thought for an answer, "We're people, like the doctor that came before to treat your head, right? But we Faunus are a tad more special."

"Special?"

"Yeh, Baby, since you're a bull Faunus, you one day are going to be the strongest boy in the village. Maybe even strong enough to break a bully's nose in one swoop! Though, I don't want other mothers to come here and yell at me about it." Helena giggled and walked away to the other side of the kitchen, she opened a wooden cabinet and took a cloth from it that she then used it to grab the handle of the stewing pot and pull it out of the fire while she still held me.

We left the kitchen and went to the tiny living room of our home. The cabin wasn't big, with only a kitchen, a living room, and the room Helena and I shared that had only one large bed and a tiny bathroom.

Yet, although our home was small, it was well maintained, making me believe we were not poor.

The living room was barren, with only a chimney, with a sofa in front of it. Helena dropped me gently on the couch then sat beside me, bringing me closer to her with her arm around me as she continued talking, "Faunus bear characteristics from certain animals, you, Adam, are a bull."

"A bull?" I repeated, and she nodded.

"Yes, a strong and mighty bull that one day is going to make mama prou-"

A bang startled us both, Helena covered me with her arms and sought out the source of the sound without avail, before the noise repeated itself more loudly.

Smothered by Helena, there was only a small crevice between her arm and her chest from which I could watch the front door tremble again as an unknown force knocked at it from the outside. "Mama, the door."

She flinched at it, and her skin grew paler than it was as her mouth hung open. She took one breath, her eyes seemed to try and look at anything but the door.

"Stay here, baby, I will get it, okay?" Helena said, then went towards the door.

But before she reached it, a final bang blew it open, and the poor wooden door just nearly came off its hinges as it banged against the side of the wall.

"Hello!" screamed a man's voice that was so high-pitched it made it sound like he had breathed helium, then three men came inside. All three were dressed in clean, white suits with red ties and a logo of a black star with twelve points on their breasts. The two men in the back were muscular and even taller than Helena, but the one leading in was a short blonde, thin like a twig.

"Helen, dearie! I haven't come to collect in years! How you doing on this fine day." the blonde asked, in a matter that made the question not sound like one.

Helena gulped before responding, "You were not supposed to come 'til the end of the month."

"Change of plans, dear, we're running on a tight schedule, you see." The man giggled before he tried to come deeper into the home, but Helena stood her ground in front of him, seemingly surprising him as he took a step back and his bodyguards one forward.

"I don't have the money, come at the end of the month, and I will pay." Helena crossed her arms, looking high and mighty from the front, but from my point of view, I saw her tail trembling.

"Ah, that would be quite, quite complicated."

The man laced his fingers and turned to the kitchen. "Mmm, it smells delicious! Quite meaty too, I didn't knew cows could eat each other… Anyway, you see, it's tough for us in the company to always protect everyone in the community without money, how could we defend you from the Grimm, Helen, if you can't pay for said service?"

"Grimm?" my younger brain asked out loud, and I cursed my curiosity.

In an instant, I had the attention of all the adults in the room, and I cowered on the couch. Helena looked worried, and the bodyguards disinterested but the blonde man…

He was beaming.

"Helen, dear! I didn't know you had a boy! Congratulations!" he said before Helena covered his view of me with her hand.

"Stay away from my child."

"But Helen, dear!" He went to walk around her, but Helena got on his way again, and he groaned in annoyance. "You know well what the company would do for you if you gave him to us, just use your damn head for a second, no more protection fees, and a steady income!"

"Adam," Helena called out to me.

Although she wasn't looking, I still nodded like an obedient son.

"Fetch me my bag," She said.

I leaped off the couch and ran toward our room, where Helena's leather purse hung from the bathroom door's handle. I grabbed it and went to run back, but the bag's strap held tightly to the doorknob and threw me to the floor.

"Adam?" Helena called, and I got back up, and this time I was careful to dislodge the bag off the door before I went to her, she still towered over the blonde man without looking at me, while one of her hands awaited behind her with an open palm.

I put her purse in her hand, Helena took it and searched it before she pulled out a stack of plastic cards held together by a rubber band and handed it to the blonde man.

"So, you did have it," he said with a giggle in his voice.

"Take it, now get out."

"Hold on, hold on, I got to make sure you're paying the right amount, of course." He snickered and began counting the money for a moment before his eyes turned toward me again. "Think about it, Helen, the benefits are pretty good."

Helena pushed me behind her and out of his view, and I heard him sigh and continue to count the money.

It was a tense fifteen seconds before he said, "You gave me more that is due, Helen."

I knew Helena didn't want the man to look at me, but curiosity still made me lean to the side of her dress and watch as the man pulled a pair of the cards from the stack and gave them back to Helena, who took them out of his hand fast as if he was filthy.

The blonde man gave the rest of the money to one of his bodyguards, who pocketed it. "We of the company are proud to always be fair in all our transactions. I'll see you next month." But before he left, he glanced at me with his creepy smile and said, "and I'll see you soon too, Little Adam."

The man left, closing the door delicately, leaving an air of dread lingering in the house. Helena didn't say a single word the rest of the day after that, she served me stew but didn't eat, bathed me without joining me, and when she tucked me in on my side of the bed for the night, she didn't join me.

She kissed my forehead, put out the candle, and left the room.

I couldn't fall asleep for hours, but when I did, she had yet to return.

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Anima – Northern Zone – Home

For the following two weeks, Helena and I never spoke about the blonde man's incident; we went about our life as if it had not happened at all. Helena was all smiles and hugs while I let my younger brain take control, so that I could act more like the child she expected me to be.

It was starting to be hard to refer to Helena by her name instead of mama in the back of my head, I had tried to remember anything from my previous life, but nothing more came of it than headaches.

Instead, glimpses of the past five years slowly crept inside my head, solidifying my presence as the owner of this body. The memories of my new childhood flooded my mind and only made the bond I felt for the woman even more fierce.

It was as if I had two personalities that were sharing my head at once; they being my child's brain and my adult's mind. One bubbly and innocent, the other more pragmatic but slowly fading.

I wanted to know more about my new world, and I was thankful that curiosity was something kids were known for. Mama was cooking dinner now, I had watched her use something akin to a red crystal to start the fire earlier. Said crystal now laid next to her. High on the countertop where no kids could reach it.

"Mama, what's that?" I asked, pointing at it until she glanced at me, then her eyes followed my finger back to the crystal.

"Oh, that's a fire dust crystal." She said.

"Dust?" I asked, and she giggled.

"You are so full of questions, Baby. Dust is like a source of energy. Okay, now…" She turned away from the kitchen and grasped me up in her arms, where I shamelessly snuggled further into her embrace as she walked me out of the kitchen and out the back door. "Why don't you go play outside for a tad? Just be careful, okay? I don't want another accident."

"Okay!~" I said in a sing-song voice to make her laugh before I ran outside and directly to the bench.

I sat there, taking advantage of my free time to ponder over things.

My new name was Adam Taurus, and I was a bull Faunus. Unlike mama's brown mane, I had short auburn hair that spiked backward in a windswept way and had only some brown bits here and there.

I had the same pale skin and blue eyes mama had, as well as the aforementioned pair of horns protruding out of my head.

I was five years old, and my birthday had been three months ago.

We lived in a continent called Anima. If I understood mama correctly, the country we lived in was called Mistral. I didn't know precisely how the planet was shaped or where we were located accurately since I had yet to see a map, but I could at least discern that we were up north since it wasn't winter, but the air was still freezing.

The old man… no, what had he called himself again? Keeper? He had called himself a god…

I sighed in frustration, I had been panicking, and my head had been so overloaded with all the new sensations that I could barely remember what he had said to me. I remembered clearly what he said about me being a sinner in my previous world, but I couldn't recall anything from that life, so I did not know a thing about what I had done.

It was…terrifying.

What had the old me done to attract the attention of a god? Had I been a murderer? A greedy politician?

I rose my fists and clenched them tightly, feeling my chubby fingers dig into my palms.

I had nothing from my previous life that could help me, no memories, no knowledge. This body of mine still felt somewhat alien, and I tripped over my own feet at least twice a day. Other than my adult's mind to help my child's brain to understand things more clearly, I had nothing.

I didn't know if I should be worried that I didn't mind that at all.

Various wooden toys were laying in the grass, and my eyes glanced at one car that stole my attention, I sighed inwardly as I felt the mental pull towards it and my legs moved on its own as I leaped off the bench and ran to get the toy.

From one breath to another, the wheels of time had passed without me noticing until mama came to pick me up for dinner, I ate lovingly in her lap as she spoon-fed me the stew, then we took a bath together before she tugged me into bed.

She got into the bed beside me, pulled me close, and kissed the top of my head. "Good night, my sweet baby."

"Good night, mama." I closed my eyes, feeling a smile creeping into my face as I snuggled even closer to her.

I didn't know what I had done in the past, and I didn't care. I may have just come to live here, but I was content with this life, and I have come to wish for only one thing. I wanted this life to never end; I wanted to become Mama's boy. Maybe it was pathetic for someone with the mental maturity of an adult to wish for this, but there was an empty spot inside my heart that only Helena seemed capable of filling. I wanted to be her son, live this new life for this woman that plagued my body's every waking memory.

I couldn't remember my first childhood; I didn't know if it had been better or worse.

Nevertheless, I was enjoying this one.

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Anima – Northern Zone – Home

It was warm. Then cold.

I felt safe. Then I did not.

The nothingness awoke me.

There wasn't anything that should have done so, no strange sounds, only mama's breathing tickling my hair as I laid nestled between her arms. Yet, a chilling sense of dread crawled up my spine, my eyes ran in the endless darkness of the room, trying to find anything in the void but saw nothing.

I felt restless, but I couldn't move.

I held my breath.

Listening.

A whistle came…

Chaos sang, reality turned nightmarish.

Fingers dug into my arm, I cried and grasped at mama, but I was wrenched backward. Mama awoke, screaming my name, "Adam!" but a shadow loomed over her.

Greedy eyes shined in the dark.

An unknown, long shaped weapon was rising above.

Arms arched, preparing to bring it down upon her.

"Mama!" I kicked behind me, the shadow holding me cursed, and clawed fingers caught my feet and threw me out of the bed.

My voice came too late, and I heard mama shriek as she was struck in the head and fell back into the bed.

"The bitch is out, get the bastard!"

I was on the ground when I was seized by my leg, and the shadowed figure hauled me up in the air. I kicked and thrashed like a wild animal, and struck the shadow in the groin, which made it curse again and drop me headfirst into the wooden floor.

I fell directly onto one of my horns, there was a snapping sound, and a bright burn blinding me as my lungs collapsed.

My throat felt clogged, and I couldn't close my mouth.

It took me a second to realize that I was screaming.

"Shut him up already!" said the figure that struck mama. He ran to me with his weapon in hand.

Suddenly I flew in the air, my stomach convulsed, and the contents inside rose like bile. Fire lapped at my belly from the kick the shadow had given me, and I fell to the ground on my arms and knees, but my limbs couldn't hold me.

I dropped to the floor, my five-year-old body way over its limit.

Unresponsive.

"Shit, think we overdid it?" came the gurgling voice of one of the two shadows, the one without a weapon. I saw a knee land next to my head before I felt a hand pull my hair up, and I was staring right at the face of my attacker.

One of the blonde's bodyguards smiled as he saw me blink. "Nah, he's still alive."

"Then let's go," said the other, and I was hauled unceremoniously over the bodyguard's shoulder like a sack of soggy rice.

The adrenaline had worn off from my veins; I had no fight left to spare.

Yet my hand still rose, my head tilted sideways so that I could see.

So that I could see her.

"Mama…" I whimpered the word, a whisper, a prayer.

My last sight of our room was that of her brown mane, concealing her face from me.

The two bodyguards went out through the front door; I couldn't see where we were going, but I heard the rumbling of what must have been a car's motor.

The bodyguard holding me walked along the side of a black truck's trailer while his comrade went to the front and got inside. The man holding me took me to the back, and I heard him struggle with the door's lock for a moment before the metal thing wailed as it opened.

He threw me inside like a corpse, I landed painfully on my back, hitting my head against the metallic floor of the trailer.

I got up slightly with the help of my elbow, but I regretted it as the bodyguard gave me a lecherous smirk and licked his lips like a predator savoring the moment before ripping apart its prey.

Then, the blonde man walked into my view from beside the bodyguard. His smile was so broad that it almost appeared as if it were cutting his cheeks apart.

The blonde man grabbed the trailer's door and nodded.

"You and I are going to have a lot of fun very soon. You're going to love working for us," he said, he took a step closer, and I crawled farther away, into the trailer's guts, only making him snicker. "Welcome to the Schnee Dust Company, Adam, your new home."

The last words came with a hint of sarcasm, with an acrid air of disgust. But I couldn't do more than stare at the man like a frightened deer.

My last vision of him was of that smiling visage; the doors of the trailer closed and left me in utter darkness.

Alone in the void, with the blonde man's laughter echoing around me.

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We have reached the end of the chapter.

this story brings a big challenge for me as a noobie writer and that is writing in the first-person view of a man. I'm not a guy and the only male figure I know well is my dad whose personality matches more someone like Jaune than Adam. I'm quite scared and at the same time excited about trying to get into the head of Adam-but-not-Adam. I hope you end up liking my take on it.

For people that already know me from my previous story, you will probably already be familiar with specific rules I like to follow with my works, I will apply those same rules here as well.

The new soul inside Adam, The Keeper, and Helena will be the only three named OCs in this story, any other OC that I put in the story (like mean blondie here) will remain unnamed and unimportant.

The reincarnation of the new soul inside Adam will be important in this story.

Now, something I like to do to meet the lovable people that take their precious time to read my story is put questions at the bottom of each chapter, so that you can answer it together with your review, I will put my answer at the end of the next Log and make a new question.

If you liked the first chapter of the story (or not,) please leave a review! I would love to know what you think about it so far.

Question of the week: Who's your favorite character in RWBY?

UPDATE: I'm REadding the old Sub-Logs now as an added bonus to their chapters. I hope you enjoy them ^^

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Volume 1

Sub-Log 1: Helena

That man came early today. It's been years since he showed his face in town. I hoped he had died somewhere, but it seems the gods aren't so merciful as to take him.

Maybe he is not dead because they don't want him anywhere near themselves.

But I don't write this to talk about scum like him.

Two days ago, I got the scare of my life, Adam, our baby boy…

He is so beautiful by the way I know I write this every time, but I got to repeat it! He looks just like you when we were young, love. He has your face, horns, and even the same red fire-like color of his hair is exactly like yours. At least he got my pretty eyes.

You always complimented my eyes.

But to what I was saying, Adam went out to play like any typical day, but then I heard him cry, and by the gods, I was horrified when I found him with a hole on his head and bleeding out in my arms!

The doctor assured me that although Adam got a concussion, it wasn't any serious injury, but I swear my baby has been acting kind of strange since it happened. He has been more, how do I say it?

Needy, no, no, it sounds like a bad word. He has been more… cuddly?

Not that I mind but before the accident he didn't like me mothering him too much, he always wanted to be the cool kid, just like you but after it, Adam did a one-eighty on me, now I can't leave the room without him for five minutes before he comes looking for a hug.

He is so adorable!

Totally not like you were. You were an annoying little brat.

I miss you, honey. I wish you were still here with me. I wish you could see our son grow up.

But you don't have to worry. We are okay. We are doing well, and Adam will grow, and he will become a great man just like you, I can't wait until he becomes a teenager. I will probably have to bat away all the girls in the town when they come throwing themselves at Adam because he is going to be the most handsome man in all of Mistral.

We are fine. I will give Adam the pleasant and peaceful life we didn't have.

I promise.