RWBY: Rising of an Arc

What does it mean to be a Warrior? What does it mean to be a Knight? What does it mean to be a Hero? These are the tales of one young man as he tries to find his place in the world. And along the way, he may find the answers in the forms of friends and lovers. This is the tale of Jaune Arc…The Rising Arc

Hello everyone and welcome to a new story idea I had for a couple of days now. This idea was in my head for a bit because I wanted to give Jaune more of a background, with a twisted mind you. In this Jaune leaves home for eight years and meets a lot of interesting people along the way.

Chapter I: The Beginning of a Journey

What does it mean to be a Warrior? What does it mean to be a Knight? What does it mean to be a Hero? These are the tales of one young man as he tries to find his place in the world. A world that will throw any challenge, any hurdle and any obstacle to test his worth and mould him into the warrior he is meant to be. And along the way, he may find the answers in the forms of friends and lovers. This is the tale of Jaune Arc…The Rising Arc

Two Hundred Years Ago, Final Days of 'The Grimm War'

Surrounded by darkness and illuminated by four lights, stood four hooded individuals. Each of their faces was shrouded in the darkness as their leader walked forward before he stood before a large statue in the image of an angel. Reaching into his cloak he retrieved a large brown leather book with a symbol of two crescents branded on the cover. The man placed the book on the pedestal before he produced two glass vials from his cloak. The vials shimmering a soft light that briefly illuminated his face, his blue eyes stared briefly before he placed them next to the statue.

Motioning to the man next to him, the second nodded as his hands glowed with a golden light as circles with intricate symbols hovered over and around the book. The man began to weave and wave as the dust from the vials seeped from the glass and began to pour themselves into the book. The book was illuminated with a bright light.

The second man nodded as the first man produced a small knife from his belt and made a small cut on his palm, grunting only slight as the blade cut his flesh. he held his palm over the book as small drops of crimson blood cascaded down his hand, before falling in small drops upon its surface and dissolving into the pages.

The book then glowed a crimson red as the man with his hands glowing began to chant a strange language, he repeated the words over and over like a mantra as the book continued to glow blood red. The other two figures placed their hands together and chanted as similar circles appeared before them, in order to help weave the strange dust. Their combined voices echoed in the hollow chamber of darkness as the book began to shake and rattle on the pedestal. The blood red light flashed on and off as the corner of its pages began to turn…

When suddenly the book burst open in a pillar of bright light as the room was soon basked in a heavenly shine. The light shred the darkness away as the cloaked figures shielded their eyes from the light. Suddenly a sound came from the book, as if from a dream, a soft voice began to chant as the first man peaked through his fingers. Only to gasp slightly as he saw a woman standing in the center of the light, the woman looked at the man as she smiled softly before the book slammed shut and the light faded.

Silence crept its way into the chamber as the four individuals just stared in awe at the once brown leather book. The book now bleached pure white as the symbol shone like gold in the dark. The second man walked over as he inspected the book.

"It is done…the Lunar Dust has been impeded into the book" he said as he turned to the first man. "This book will now and forever more only open to you and your descendants, in times before a crisis can ever arise." The first man nodded as he walked over to the statue and gazed at the image.

"Thank you my friend...you don't know how much this means to me," he said as his fingers traced the small symbols on the book.

"Are you sure about this Julius? This will be a huge responsibility on not only for yourself but your entire family as well. Countless generations of your bloodline will be expected to be warriors and protectors" Julius ignored him as he gazed at the book.

"And the price of this burden will surely be heavy, maybe even death…are you sure you can handle that kind of Mantle? Can your family really handle a Protector's Oath?" The man now known as Julius removed his hood, to reveal short blond hair and piercing blue eyes as placed a hand on the statue and he hung his head down.

"I must old friend, and while this maybe the final days. This war with the Grimm has shown me the truth of our world. That we must be prepared for anything" he said as he then looked down to the book. "My children need to be ready..." he sighed as he looked at the statue.

"I couldn't save her Alex…I was too late to save her and she died because I was not prepared to face the threat. I will not allow my descendants to suffer the same fate…this has to be done, there is no other way" he then turned to the man as he shed his hood to reveal snow white hair and cold blue eyes.

"I…I understand how you feel Julius, I miss her too. I will respect your wish as your friend. But this is a path you will walk alone, I must look after my own family" he said as Julius smiled and shook the mans hand. He looked to the statue behind Julius as a brief look of sorrow crossed his face.

He then turned to his men and nodded "Its time Julius, the final assault on the Grim is about to begin" he said as the man nodded and then grasped the hilt of his sword.

"Come then Alexander," he said as he and the others began to leave through the exit, "Let us win a future for our children" and then they left as Julius pulled the mechanism by the door and the tomb began to shut.

"May the Gods favor us this day," Julius' voice said as he walked away.

As the tomb closed to shut the room was once again basked in darkness as the figure of the angel stood still and silent. Before the image of a white dressed maiden appeared briefly for a moment and then vanished.

200 years later, Present Day

Colliding into the dirt was a boy of ten years with blond hair and dark blue eye's as he rolled in the dirt and struggled to stand. The boy struggled to stand before a foot was placed on his back and shoved him back into the earth.

"Stay down loser! Its where you belong!" a young voice sneered as he held the young male down in the dirt. The other was a tall boy with dark brown hair and emerald green eyes as he had a rather chubby appearance.

"Yeah Arc stay down!" other voices said as they laughed at the expense of the young child on the ground. The young boy on the ground was Jaune Arc, a student of a normal school and a descendant of a long line of hunters. He was also the target of the large kid above him.

"Dominic! Please get off of me!" Jaune pleaded on the ground as the chubby kid only sneered at him.

"Why Jauney boy? What are you going to do? Stop me?" he said as he soon followed up with a laugh as he kicked the boy in the chest. Jaune coughed violently as he held his chest in pain, small tears began to brim at the corner of his eyes.

"You're a nothing Arc! My daddy says you're a disappointment to your whole family! You can't swing a sword, you can't hold a shield and you get scared at the first sign of a Grimm!" he said as Jaune had small tears in his eyes.

"And you cry like a little baby…how are you going to be a hunter? If all you do is cry all the time, you little baby!" he sneered as he pushed Jaune off his shoe. "Come on guys lets leave the little baby alone to cry back to his mama!" he said as the group of boys and girls laughed and left the poor boy to himself.

Jaune lay on the ground as he grabbed small fists of dirt in his hands, desperately trying to stop himself from crying. the tears slowly streaked down his face as he glared up at the retreating children. A small amount time passed before he slowly got up as he grabbed his backpack and started to walk home, his head held down in shame.

This was not the first time those kids had bullied him, and he feared it wouldn't be the last. It had been happening to him ever since he first joined the school. And the first thing he said, was that he wanted to be a hunter like his grandfather, Cornelius Arc, a world renown hunter and hero of the people. The kids didn't like that and started to pick on him all the time. They had called him names, shoved his books out of his hands and gave him the dreaded swirly in the school bathrooms. This caused the boy to grow up without a lot of friends and was shunned by most of the kids at school.

The only ones who didn't pick on him were the Faunus children, but they stayed away from him too in fear of being targeted by Dominic and his gang. Jaune didn't blame them, he knew they were only trying to save them selves from the other kids wrath. In a small sense, he almost felt like a hero, as stopped he children from picking on the Faunus.

Slowly trudging his way home, he soon came up to a large victorian style castle with two gold crescent shapes brandished on the black metal gates. This was his family's estate, the home to thirteen generations of Arc warriors and heroes from across the ages. But to him, it was a constant reminder of how weak he was, and how much he felt un-worthy to carry his family name.

He sighed as he pushed past the black iron gates and walked to the front of his home. "Mum, I'm home," he yelled out as he placed his bag down on the rack and kicked off his shoes.

"Welcome home sweetie how was !- Oh my gosh! Jaune! What happened to you!" a beautiful woman said as the boy was soon held the boy in a loving embrace.

The woman who was hugging him was his mother, Diane Arc; a beautiful woman with raven black hair and emerald colored eyes as she also possessed a womanly and motherly figure. Said woman was now checking over her son as she moved his head left and right gently, to get a better look at the bruises and marks on his face.

"Ow! Mum! I'm fine really it's just a few scratches it's nothing honest!" he said as he hoped his mother wouldn't attract too much attention.

Too late as he soon heard the patter of several other feet racing down the hallway as he was soon pulled left and right by several feminine hands. Did I forget to mention that he was the youngest of seven sisters? All of which are huntresses in training. A funny fact about the arc family bloodline, it was known to produce one male Arc, amongst several female offspring's.

Some of them were twins and others were more spaced. To this day no-one knows why or how it just became a natural occurrence in the Arc Bloodline.

"Who did this to thee? Twas it that Dominic kid again? If that be the case, I shall tally forth and teach him a lesson he shall not forget!" his oldest sister Adele Arc said as she held an enraged look on her face.

Adele Arc had long blond hair, blue eyes and was dressed in a variation of light blue and white feminine knights armour. On her back was a large sword almost twice her size, but didn't seem to bother her. She was known for her righteous sense of justice and her bravery in the face of adversity…but tended to be a little over-dramatic in her role as a knight.

"Adele you can't just beat up a ten-year-old child, you're sixteen years old for crying out loud. You'll get arrested" his second sister Bianca Arc said as she held Jaune in her arms.

Bianca Arc was the second born of the family, and a year under Adele. Unlike most of her sisters, she had pale platinum hair that would almost seem white in a certain light. She wore rounded glasses and was dressed more as a scribe with a white dress and hood. on her waist were a series of scrolls and what looked like a collapsible pole that was in actuality a collapsed Halberd.

"But he hurt Jauney again!" one voice said "Yeah he should pay dearly!" another voice said identical to the first voice said as they nodded together.

The next two sisters were twins at the ages of fourteen, Caroline and Cateline Arc. Identical in almost every way, except for the colour of their eyes and hair. While Caroline had blue eyes with hair as black as night, Cateline had emerald eyes and blond wavy hair in contrast to her sister. Their weapons were two swords chained together that could also be linked to the other.

"But still we can't just beat up a ten-year-old, it would be most dishonourable...Also, we would be like Bianca said...we would get arrested," Honorine Arc said as stared blankly at her sisters who nodded at this. His fifth sister Honorine Arc said as she brandished the cutlass on her belt. She was three years older then Jaune and had her mothers raven coloured hair. She was also one who valued honour above all else. Her sword was a brandished cutlass with dust crystals embedded in the blade.

"Still doesn't mean we can't teach the little snot nose brat a lesson!" his sixth sister Leonne Arc said as she punched her knuckle into her palm.

She had short spiky blond hair and emerald colored eyes. Like her elder sister she was not as lenient on punishment then her sisters. Rumour has it, that In her school she is renown to be the head of a gang of all-female warriors called the 'Iron Maidens'. her weapons were two spiked knuckle dusters and metal boots on her leg with spikes on the feet and knees.

"E-Everyone please calm down before this get out of hand!" the last sister of the family said in a nervous voice as she tried to calm down her elder sisters.

Her name was Lucie Arc and she was the kindest soul you will ever meet in your life. She was soft spoken, kind and always tried to find a solution that didn't involve violence. She had short Blond hair with dark blue eyes and was twenty months older than Jaune, because of this the two were closer than the others.

And like Jaune she didn't have a weapon yet but was training to receive one soon.

It was well known in the village that all of his sisters loved him dearly and protected him like a lioness with a cub. If Jaune as ever hurt, then you would follow soon after. One example was when a large Beowulf entered the village and it attempted to attack Jaune. There was barely any of the beast left when the six older sisters were done with it.

This, unfortunately, meant that his sisters and family, being the only other male Arc born in the family, would constantly coddle Jaune and made sure that Jaune was safe. His sister's constant care and supervision had unintentionally made him an easier target for bullies.

"Girls that's enough," their mother said as the girls stopped arguing amongst themselves as they looked towards their mother. "Now I will be talking to Dominic's parents first thing in the morning. But for now it's time to clean up and get ready for dinner, Grandpa Cornelius is coming over and we need to prepare for his arrival" she said as the girls nodded and left to get ready.

She then turned to her son, as he held his head down in shame. "Jaune? Are you ok sweetie?" she asked as she cupped the boy's cheek, a small bruise on his face and under his eye.

The boy didn't respond as he continued to look at the floor, Diane sighed as she tried to comfort her son. She truly hated to see him so sad because of other kids picking on him. Diane was protective of all of her children, Jaune especially as he was her only son and she treasured him just as much as his sisters. It was basically taking all of her strength not to rampage down the street, and teach that mean boy a lesson he would not soon forget.

"Do you want to talk about it sweetie?" she asked as the boy shook his head and hid his face behind his bangs. She sighed as she could see she would get no more out of him in this state. She soon heard heavy footsteps as she turned to her husband with a look of understanding on his face.

Roland Arc was a tall man with Dark Blue eyes and messy blond hair like his sons. He had blonde stubble on his face with a small scar on his cheek that trailed down to his jaw. His face was a combination of rugged and handsome at the same time. On his waist was a black hilted sword with red ruby on the pommel. With one look he could tell what had happened as he motioned to his wife.

"Honey, why don't you go sort out dinner while I'll talk to Jaune. It's a man-to-man thing" he said as his wife rolled her eyes and nodded as she headed towards the kitchen. He looked down to his son before he sat next to him at the doorway.

"Dominic again?" he asked as the boy nodded his head, "He picked on you and called you names?" he asked again as the boy nodded his head.

"…Why do they pick on me, dad? What did I do to them?" he asked as his father sighed as he ran his hand through his hair as he tried to come up with an answer for his son.

He looked up at the ceiling as he finally found an answer before turning back to his so "…They are just jealous Jaune," he said as the boy looked confused at this.

"Jealous?" he asked his father in confusion and hoped that he would elaborate on it.

"Yeah, they're just jealous that their families aren't as famous as your son. And they take it out on you because they think they're stronger than you" he said as Jaune lowered his head down. Seeing that his words would be misinterpreted, he quickly tried to fix it. "But that doesn't mean you are weaker then them Jaune," he said as the boy raised his head to look at his father's smiling face.

"Sure they seem stronger than you and faster than you…but they lack things that you have," he said as Jaune listened in on him. "You are smart, kind and you never judge people based on appearance," he said as he patted his son on the shoulder who looked up to his father as he had a warm smile on his face.

"With those qualities, you will be a great hero one day Jaune. I know it and so does your mother and sisters. And somehow I think you know it too…just don't let them get to son" he said with a small smile as the boy looked up to his father.

"Thank's dad," Jaune said as Roland hugged his son to his chest. "Anytime kiddo, anytime," he said as he patted the boy's back.

"I know it too," a slightly gruff voice said as the two turned to the door to see who spoke. "But I could have told you that anyway, how are you doing kiddo?" the man said as he smiled to Jaune who soon pounced at the man.

"Grandpa!" he said as he hugged the man at his waist while he laughed heartily at the child.

"Hello Jaune my boy, its so good to see you again, have you been practicing with that bow I got you?" he asked as Jaune nodded and grinned to the old man.

"Yep, I'm getting better at shooting an arrow grandpa! I can almost hit the target!" he said as the old man grinned at the boy, as he laughed heartily and patted the boy's head affectionally.

"That's my grandson!" he said as Jaune looked to the man before him, the man before them was Cornelius Arc, the previous patriarch of the Arc bloodline and rumored to be the strongest man alive.

He stood at the same height as Roland but had slicked back lighter blond hair due to his age and a small blond beard on his face. He wore a long-sleeved dark shirt, dark grey pants and white armour along his chest, shoulders and arms. On his back were two swords crisscrossing on his back.

"So I heard you got picked on again huh?" he said as Jaune looked down at this while his grandfather just laughed and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry my boy! One day you'll be stronger than him and you'll wipe that smirk off his face," he said as Jaune smiled at his grandfather.

"Good to see you, dad, how's mum?" Roland said as he soon gave his father a quick hug, the man smiled as he patted his son on the back.

"Good to see you too Roland. And you're mother is fine as well, unfortunately she is still dealing with the Council's political nonsense so she couldn't come this time. she sends her regards though." he said as he then spotted Diane "Diane you are looking beautiful as always!" he said as he proceeded to hug his daughter in law. Diane smiled as she hugged her father in law.

"Its good to see Cornelius and I'm so glad that you are ok. How goes it with the council?" she asked as the man sighed and rubbed his face.

"More idiotic prattle as usual, especially with the White Fang situation. They don't want to change anything that might even remotely stop their attacks…I swear the council is filled with nothing but idiotic Fu-!" he stopped as Diane coughed at him and then pointed down to her son as Jaune's innocent face and curious eyes staring up at him.

"Fu-Fu-Fu…fun hating people?" he said nervously as Diane nodded at this and was glad she didn't have to re-prime her father in law for swearing in front of her son.

"Jaune why don't you go get ready for dinner," his mother said as she ushered the small boy out of the room.

Cornelius smiled as he watched his grandson disappear down the hall of the family manor. "That boy will do great things one day I know," he said as Diane nodded at this.

"If only he believed it himself," Roland said as he watched his son from afar.

Later

Jaune sat on the couch as he looked at the blade that hung just above the fireplace; it was placed there as a decoration in the living room of the manor and served as a constant symbol of the Arc Heroics.

The blade was sheathed in a pure white sheath with a gold hilt and a blue wrapped handle, that showed evidence of wear and tear. This was the family blade that had been passed down from generation to generation of Arc. Once wielded by his great-great-great-Grandfather, who passed it on to his great-great Grandmother, who passed it on to his grandfather and on to his father.

Crocea Mors, The Yellow Death and the slayer of Grimm. A sword that was forged in the First Grimm War and still as sharp as ever. But this one was only a replica as the real blade was stored away somewhere in the mansion, a location that only his father and grandfather knew. When Jaune was younger he would listen to the tales of his families legacy and how those who wielded this blade, were destined to achieve many great things. But as of late Jaune began to have second doubts about his destiny, his mother and father and even his sisters always told him that he was destined for great things…but was he really worth it?

Jaune soon heard a knock at the door as he quietly snuck around and peeked through the door, his eyes then widened in shock and fear. Standing in his house was Dominic Dupont, Jaune's longest running bully and the meanest kid on the playgrounds. The kid had a grumpy look as he scowled at the ground; standing behind him was his father, Jason Dupont who had his hand on his shoulder as he bowed to Jaune's father and grandfather.

Jason Dupont was a tall man who was more muscular, and unlike his son carried a more composed and mature aura around him. The Dupont family, as their name suggests, were charged with guarding the small bridge that connected the small island of Haven to the rest of Atlas. While the Arcs had been its defenders and saving them from multiple Grimm attacks.

"Lord Protectors Roland and Cornelius Arc I would like to once again humbly apologize for my son's rude behavior and his actions towards your young heir and promise that it will not happen again," he said as Jason Dupont bowed and refused to look at the man before him, he then shoved his son forward.

"And my son would like to apologise to you, and your son personally," he said as he sent his son a scowl as the boy glared back. The young Dupont scoffed as he crossed his arms.

"Why should I? He is a nothing but a cry baby that goes running off to Mummy and his stupid sisters whenever he loses a fight" he said as he looked up to his father.

"Besides you're the one who said he was a disgrace to the Arc name," he said as Jason stiffened at this before he looked up to see Cornelius Arc's deep blue eyes glaring at his very soul. He then turned his gaze to Dominic who stiffened under the old man gaze.

"You have a very rude child here Dupont, he has the guts to insult a member of the Arc family in his own home," he said as his voice echoed untold power. Jason gulped at this as he bowed to the older Arc "I apologise once again lord protector!" he said before he then turned to his son as he pointed to the door

"Wait in the hall Dominic! You are grounded for a month!" he said as the boy only scoffed as he walked back to the door. Once the door was closed Roland unleashed a harsh glare, as an intimidating and powerful Aura circulated around the man.

"Now…" he said with a voice that echoed his rage despite its soft tone. "What was that about saying my son was a disgrace to the family name? And speak truthfully" he asked as Jason recoiled slightly in fear of the man.

"F-Forgive me, Roland, I meant no disrespect by it...but it's just that your son has yet to start any form of combat training. If he intends to uphold your family name, he needs to start training" he said as he spoke to the man. "The villagers are afraid that he won't be strong enough to protect us as you had at his age." Roland sighed at this.

"That was a long time ago Jason, things are different now. This is an era of peace, it's not like back in our days when we were forced to train at the ages of eight years old to protect our homes. It is a time to allow our children to be children and enjoy life," he said as he remembered his training from his youth.

"That maybe Roland but one of these days you or your father will pass from this world and he will have to take up the Oath of the Arc's. An Oath your ancestor Julius Arc instilled upon his own children" he said as he pointed to a portrait of a tall man with short blond hair and held Crocea in his hand.

"An Oath your own father instilled on you," he said as Cornelius looked down at this, remembering the day he began to train his son. "An Oath that has been your families responsibility for the past seven generations, with your son next in line to take the Oath…but the truth is, he will never be a true hunter" Jaune heard as his eyes widened in shock, his body began to shake as the man continued.

"He has no combat skills, he can't use a sword, he can't hold up a shield, he can't even put up a decent fight when he is picked on at the school. How is he suppose to protect us if he can't even protect himself!" he said as small tears began to form in Jaune's eyes.

"Face it Roland your son is a failure! Better you make another than suffer any more of his fail-!" was all he could say before Roland charged at the man and held him up by the neck.

"You dare come into my home? Insult my son when it is yours that has abused him more than any other! And you dare to call him a failure?! When he has not been given the chance to prove himself! How dare you!" he said as he then dropped the man on the ground.

"Get out of my house!" he yelled as the man scrambled off the floor and left with his son in tow. But as they left Dominic looked back at the man at the door before he said.

"If he ever does become a hunter, we'll all be doomed", Dominic said with a snide voice. Roland shot a powerful glare to the rude child that scurried away with his tail between his legs. As soon as they were long gone, Roland sighed as he closed the door to the manor and rested his head against the wood. A soft patter of feet was heard as he turned and gasped at his ten-year-old son who had tears in his eyes.

"Dad?" Jaune said as he clutched the hem of his shirt "Is he right…am I a failure?" he asked, as his father soon brought him into a hug.

"No son, no you are not and don't ever listen to them, they don't see what I see," he said as he looked at his crying son. "They don't see the hero that I see in you. But I know you will become one" he said as Jaune refused to look at his father's eyes.

"…But how can you know?" he asked until he felt a hand placed on his head. He looked up to see his father smile down on him and said with great commitment.

"Well...Because you're my son and I have faith in you" he said as Jaune could only stare at his father before he got off his knees. "Now come on Jaune it's time for bed" he said softly as his father escorted his son to sleep.

Later that night

Late at night when all in the house were asleep and not a sound could be heard. Little Jaune stared up at the ceiling before him as he thought about the day's events. In this state Jaune could find no sleep at night as he stared blankly at the ceiling above him. Jason Dupont's words still echoing in his mind.

The man and the village itself clearly had no faith in him to uphold his family name.

And to be truthful to himself, he didn't have much faith in himself to uphold the family name. He had no friends, no skills and no confidence whatsoever in himself. He knew that he was weak and he knew that he wasn't good at anything to be proud of, but still they would never let him forget his weakness. Their words and taunts further cemented his depression of being weak and small. He knew he was nothing like his ancestors, all of whom were strong and brave and without fear.

And he was just Jaune Arc…a small child with a big dream and nothing to prove it. But then he remembered his father's words as they echoed louder then the doubt that was in his heart. 'Because you're my son…and I have faith in you' those words alone saved him from the darkness of his own fears. Those words alone made him not want to give up and make his family proud.

But the main question was…how?

He knew he needed to get stronger if he wanted to make his family proud. He already tried to start his training whenever he got a chance, but had very little results. Jaune sighed as he looked to ceiling and held his hand above his head and just stared at the palm of his hand.

He then got out of bed and walked over to the large window in his room and looked out into the night sky. The moon of Remnant shining above, as its body cracked and scarred from a time long before Jaune and before his family name. It was nights like this that he would look up to the moon and find a strange sense of peace and calm from the turmoil's of his life. He found serenity in the stars above, when suddenly he then spotted a streak of light as a shooting star passed unnoticed by all in the night sky. All save for Jaune, who quickly put his hands together and made a wish.

Normally when a child would see a shooting star, they would whish for trivial things like a new toy or being a superhero. But on this night under the star clad sky Jaune Arc made only one wish, one wish that would forever determine his fate and the fate of all mankind.

'I wish…I wish to be strong and brave like my ancestors…I wish to be strong!'

The young boy prayed as he whished upon the star expecting something, anything to happen and grant his wish. He looked up expecting to see some sort of answer to appear in front of him…But sighed when he found nothing. Crestfallen and saddened, he decided that it would be best just to return to bed and dream for another day.

'Jaune'

He stopped as a soft voice whispered his name, a voice he was unfamiliar with but at the same time sounded so familiar.

'Jaune'

The voice spoke again as he looked towards the crack in his door to see a faint light pass by, he quickly followed the light as he caught a brief glimpse of a glowing figure just as it disappeared down the hall. He followed as fast as he small legs could carry him, before he turned into the main library to see a figure glowing white and reaching towards a book, before it disappeared and left the boy confused and stunned.

"What the?" he asked himself before he looked towards where the figure had reached its hand to before it had disappeared.

Jaune walked up to the large bookcase as tired to see the large white book that the figure tried to grab.

Realizing that it was too high for him to reach Jaune ran over as he grabbed one of the large chairs in the study and dragged it towards the bookcase. He then climbed the large chair as he reached towards the large book, his fingers barely scrapping the edge of the large book. Until finally he grabbed the book and lost balance, falling off the high chair and hitting the floor.

He landed on the floor and groaned slightly just as the book made a loud noise, which sounded like gears shifting and changing. The noise grew slightly louder as he looked up to see that large book leaning out of the bookcase.

The bookcase then began to split in half as the two cases moved to either side and revealed a hidden room with a pedestal in the shape of a guardian angel, holding a sword that was bound with a blue cloth handle, the same sword that hung in the main library.

The blade was in a white and gold sheath with two gold lines in the centre of the sheath and the handle bound with a blue clothed. Jaune's eyes widened as he instantly recognised the blade from his bed time stories.

This was Crocea Mors, the true Crocea Mors, the blade of which his ancestors had used to slayer countless Grimm. He looked down as his eyes were drawn to the thick white leather bound book with the family crest imbedded on the cover at its feet. Jaune looked stunned as he slowly entered the hidden chamber that he never knew existed.

'Jaune'

The voice spoke again as Jaune spun around to look for the voice, "Where?" he asked before he stopped and slowly turned his head to the old book in the room. "Is-Is that book…talking to me?" he asked, as he looked confused and cautious at the book.

'...Jaune Arc...'

The voice now clearer to Jaune as he slowly walked closer to the book, each step seemed to make his heart beat faster.

'...Open me...'

He tentatively and slowly reached out to grasp the very edges of the book as he pulled the book from the statue like pedestal.

'...Open me...'

He then grasped the cover of the book as he slowly began to open the book as light began to spread across the pages. A strange and unfamiliar language began to form on the pages.

'And embrace your destiny'

The voice soon left as Jaune began to see the language shift and change before his eyes. Now readable he began to read from pages of the past…

'Hello young reader, if you are reading this then I have long since passed from this earth and have claimed my place away from the chaos that follows it. But where are my manners, My name is Julius Arc and I will be your ancestor some time in the distant future, where I hope this war has finally come to an end'

'But that is not the reason why I write to you now, for what you hold in your hand is no simple book, this book is or will be the recollection of countless Arc's who will one day too have a page written upon its paper, regaling tales of their heroism...and their sacrifice'

'This book was crafted by a dear old friend of mine, who weaved it using old and lost substance called 'Lunar Dust' and bound it and my bloodline to its pages, so that future generations can learn from our past…or learn from our mistakes and better learn from them'

'This book however can only be opened by a member of the Arc bloodline and is deemed worthy to read its pages…and its is also designed to open in times before a great crisis can begin…'

'This maybe hard for you to believe but if you have managed to open this book…then dark times are ahead for us all…and only you can prevent it'

Jaune dropped the book at this as he scurried back from the book. His eyes wide and scared as he looked back at the book that now lay flat on the ground. He still had trouble believing what it just told him…him…preventing a great crisis…surely he though that it must be joking him.

He slowly crawled back and picked up the book as he continued to read.

'What I say is the truth dear descendant…you are meant to save this world from a great crisis that will one day threaten to consume us all. I do not blame you if you find this hard to believe, I too have had my doubts during my time as leader of our family…but that all changed when I lost my sister to mankind's greatest enemy…The Grimm'

'She died because I was too late to stop the beast from ending her life and leaving this world one light dimmer…my dear sister, my little yellow light'

Jaune gasped slightly as he read the words of his ancestor, he could not possibly imagine what it was like to lose someone to the Grimm. But in a way he could understand him. He could not even begin to imagine what losing even one of his sisters could do him…he continued to read as he as now absorbed in the words of the first Arc.

Evidences of tears were seen on the pages as Jaune could feel the emotion that was felt that day by his ancestor. Small tears began to brim on the edges of his eyes as he continued to read.

'In her name I vowed to wield my blade in not my defence but in the defense of those who could not protect themselves. I vowed to protect with my life…this began both a responsibility and a curse that I have placed upon our family…The Protectors Oath'

' A task that has been placed upon our shoulders to protect the innocent from the horrors and demons of this world, to prevent death were death would claim a life. And now it is your turn to use the blade forged from a falling star and protect those you cherish more then your own life…and fear not young Arc…these pages will guide you…'

'And always remember…that we have faith in you, little Arc'

Jaune paused once again as he read the words over and over, the same words his father spoke to him.

'We have faith in you'

The five little words that made Jaune feel something different inside him. Small tears gathered in his eyes as the words of his ancestor made him weep into his hands.

He now knew that he had to live up to his family name, not just for his family, but also for the countless Arc that had been in his place and achieved a great many deeds in their lives. He know knew what he had to do…

He then his stopped his crying as he looked up to the guardian angel statue that had a gentle smile on her stone like face. Jaune steeled himself as he stood from his place on the floor and walked towards the blade that rest at her feet.

He slowly reached out to grab the sword, but stopped as he looked up and gazed once more at the statue before he grabbed the blade. A small symbol of the Arc crest glowed at the base of the statue, before it stopped and Jaune easily lifted the blade from its rest.

Looking down he was surprised at how light the blade was and how easily he could pick up a blade at his height. He then returned to his room as he grabbed whatever clothes he could carry and place them in a small travellers sack. He placed the book in the sack and grabbed a small dagger from the family's armoury and strapped it to his waist, fastening the small belt around his waist.

He looked down at the sword Crocea as he wrapped the blade in a pitch-black cloth. "No need to use you till I'm ready I guess", Jaune said as he fasted the sword to his back and tightened the leather strap.

He then looked over at the small wooden bow and Quiver of Arrows that was gifted to him by his grandfather and cast them on his shoulder. He took one last glance at his room before he left and traveled to each of his sister's rooms and took one last glance at them. Each one sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of what he was about to do.

The decision he made to protect his family.

He then traveled to his parent's room as he cast a longing gaze to his sleeping parents. He produced a small letter from his pocket and placed at the foot of their beds before he looked back one more time…the last time for a long time.

"…Mum…Dad…I'll make you proud of me…I just hope that you'll forgive me"

And with that he closed the door and ran out of the house, his small feet pounding on the gravel road as he traveled through the sleeping town. He soon crossed the bridge that separated their town by a large lake that encircled it like a moat. He stopped at the end of the bridge as he cast his gaze one last time at his home, the town illuminated by the last streetlights and the moons heavenly glow.

With a one last gaze he turned and ran deep into the forest as he ran further and further away from everything he knew. After hours of running far away from his home, he stopped as he attempted to catch his breath. The thought of his home village far in the back of his mind as he stopped and realised one crucial fact…

He had no idea what he was doing. He realised that in his haste to follow his great ancestors wishes and fulfil his 'destiny' he had forgotten to make a plan.

And now he had no idea where he was and was completely alone with not but a clue or a plan. And now here he was in the middle of the 'Ancient Forest' with a small dagger, his bow and arrows, some clothes, his ancestor's sword and its ancient book that held two hundred years of Arc legacy that prophesied a great calamity that was to come…

Jaune looked around as he gazed at the large ancient trees that looked as if they could touch the very sky as old and new vines crisscrossed the old trees like a giant spiders web. All around him he could hear around him, were the scampering of small animals and the rustling of birds wings in the air as the sound of a gentle stream echoed in the forest.

Snap!

Suddenly the sound of a twig snapping brought a sense of fear in his young form, he searched for the sound that brought fear to the small child as he quickly fumbled for the small dagger at his waist. The small dagger gleamed in the moonlight as he pointed the blade left and right for the source of the sound.

The empty forest sound was all that greeted him as he moved from left to right as he tried to find the source of the noise. When he turned around one more time

"RARGH!"

It attacked

Pouncing from the woods at an alarming speed, a black blurring object moved so fast, that Jaune barely had time to see as it slammed straight into him and knocked him against a tree. The force knocked the dagger from his hand and flung it deep into the forest. He grunted in pain and looked up at his attacker.

His eyes widened in fear as he came face to face with his first Grimm, a Boarbatusk, a Grimm similar to that of a wild boar with pitch black fur. White bone like armor on its back and face with red markings all along its body. In its mouth were two long curved tusk-like appendages and four glowing red eyes that glared at the small blond haired child.

Jaune stiffened in fear as the beast roared before curling up into a ball and zoomed straight at him, with the same force as a steam roller. It smashed into the tree as Jaune narrowly dodged out of the way. Small splinters of wood rained in the air as he covered his head from the attack, he then looked back up as the creature began to attack again. Jaune dodged again as the mindless beast smashed into another tree breaking the old wood in half.

"No! No! No!" Jaune panicked as he narrowly dodged the rampaging beast with all his might. The beast kept destroying tree after tree while the small child tried desperately to stay alive.

Jaune had small tears in his eyes as the beast mindless attacked him again and again, as he ran deeper into the forest. But in his attempt to stay alive he never noticed the stray root that tripped him and he fell into a hollowed out tree, where he soon hit the base of the tree. He looked up just in time to see the Boarbatusk follow after him in an attempt to end his life. But as the creature followed after him, the beast got tangled in the long green vines surrounding the forest.

The beast was suspended a mere three inch's from the boys face as it growled in anger. The beast howled and snarled as it tried to kill the small child, Jaune desperately tried to back away further from the beast. Only for his back hit the solid wood of the hollow tree, leaving him no room to escape.

He was trapped

Jaune panicked thinking this would be his last moment in life, when small ray of moonlight glowed through the cracks of the tree and shone down on an object. Jaune turned in the direction of the light his eyes widened in surprise at what he saw. It was his dagger that was thrown into the forest, when the Boarbatusk had slammed into him.

It was only inches away from his fingertips, looking back to see the beast getting closer and closer to the boy. Terrified Jaune desperately reached out to grasp the dagger, as his finger merely scrapped against the pommel of the dagger.

As if fate was mocking him, the beast drew closer as he felt its breath on his skin. More of the vines snapped before the final vine snapped sending the beast hurtling toward him, just as he grasped the dagger and thrust the blade forward and the beast squealed in anger.

Silence blanketed the clearing, as the whole world seemed to stop and wait to see who was victorious, the boy or the beast?

From the hollowed out tree a black body began to emerge as it climbed its way out of the old bark before it fell to the side to reveal the Boarbatusk. A dagger plunged within its chest as a blood covered Jaune emerged from the tree. His small eyes wide in fear as he took in every precious breath of air that he could.

He looked over to the beast, as its four blazing red eyes began to dim and flicker before they faded as the body began to dissolve into small specks of dust.

He slowly on shaky legs raised himself up from his place and slowly walked towards the stream, and stared at his reflection in the water. His hair and face were covered in blood with a small cut on his right cheek. His white t-shirt drenched in blood, with his jacket and pants in tatters and covered in dirt. He looked like a mess. But he didn't care about that…

He was alive…

He survived an attack from a Grimm and he had survived. Jaune began to silently laugh until it became louder and louder as he seemed to be thanking his lucky stars that he was alive. But the laughter soon turned into sobs as he just realised how close to death he got to, his tiny form shaking like a leaf as he hugged his knees to his chest.

"Mummy…I-I want my mummy! I want to go home!" he began to cry as his tears caressed his cheek and landed on his shirt in small drops. He was tired and scared and he was nearly killed by a Grimm, humanity's worst enemy and he barely survived an attack from it weakest creature.

Right now he wasn't a warrior of an unknown prophecy…he was just a small child scared and afraid.

'Go on then…' a small voice echoed in his mind, he looked down at the stream as his image began to waver and change as Dominic appeared in the water.

'Go on then Jaune, go back to your mummy like the little baby you are! I was right about you! You're nothing but a scared little baby that runs away from the first sign Grimm…you'll never be hunter…you'll never be a hero' his arrogant and snide voice echoing in his ears as Jaune continued to cry as the word rang in his mind.

The image of Dominic grinned as it slowly took the form of the Boarbatusk and seemed to spreads it shadows into the clear water, further frightening the boy. But then he stopped as something else began to echo in his mind, something that his father told him that made him feel happy.

'They don't see the hero that I see in you…But I know you will become one…Because you're my son…and I have faith in you' his father's voice speaking louder then Dominic's as the image began to waver and fade as Jaune grew a serious face and he stood up and glared at the image.

"You're wrong Dominic! I will be a hunter! I will be a hero! And I'll prove you wrong! I will be a great hero just like my dad! Just like my Grandfather! And my ancestors before me!" he the raised his small fist into the air and slammed it against his chest.

"On my honor as an Arc! I will not fail!" his small voice echoed in the forest as the image soon blasted away and Jaune walked back and placed small dagger back in its sheath.

He then looked forward as he ran into the forest, never looking back and vowing to be a hero, never knowing that his actions tonight would forever change the face of Remnant forever.

Next Moring, Arc Family home

A powerful cry rang out as Diane Arc grasped the letter in hands as more tears escaped her eyes. She and her husband awoke this morning to find that their only son was missing and found the letter at the foot of their bed.

Every member of the Arc family was gathered in the main library as they read the letter before them left by their youngest member.

Dear family

If you are reading this, then I have already left. Last night I realized that I would never be like you.

I'm not strong or fast or brave like my sisters or like mum and dad or even grandfather. I can't do much, and I'm always afraid of what's out there. I am a failure to our family name and I'm sorry…but last night I made a decision.

I'm leaving home and I'm going to travel around Remnant, and I won't return until I'm strong enough to make you all proud of me. Please don't try to find me, I promise that I'll write and tell you how I'm doing. Just please don't come after me…I need to do this.

Ps. Dad I'm sorry I took the book that was behind the bookcase and the family sword, I promise I won't lose them.

I love you all.

Sincerely Jaune Miles Arc

Roland held his wife as she cried into his shoulder; he was sad and furious. Sad because his only son had run away and furious at the people responsible for this, the Dupont's, the villagers and the Oath that hung over their heads like a sword on a string.

His sisters were huddled around the room as each and every one of them was taking it differently from the other ranging from sad and scared to outright furious and angry.

Caroline, Cateline and Lucie were holding each other as they cried amongst themselves for the sake of their brother. Bianca and Honorine had blank looks on their faces as they sat away from the group, but held sadness and tears In their eyes. While Adele and Leonne had furious looks on their faces as they imagined hurting a certain little 'shit stain' that lived down near the bridge.

"Its ok honey," Roland said as he confronted his wife, "We are going to find Jaune and we are going to bring him home," he said as Diane looked up to him.

"But he could be anywhere by now! What if! What if he…" she stopped as she imagined her son, her precious baby boy killed by a Grimm as she broke down into more tears as she held her husband tight.

But Cornelius was different as he looked at the open bookcase and the empty altar in the hidden chamber known only to himself and his son.

'How did Jaune know about this…only senior members of the Arc bloodline know about the book…what's more how did he actually pick up the book? The only time it ever does that is when - ! -' He stopped as a terrible thought came to his mind. 'Oh ancestors no…if Jaune managed to pick up the book…then that means' he though as he soon turned to his son.

"Roland…I think we should honor Jaune's wishes and not try to find him," he said as the family soon stared wide-eyed at the elder Arc.

"What! Are you insane!" the female Arc's rang out in chorus as they glared at him.

"My baby boy is out there alone and afraid! And you! His own grandfather won't even attempt to find him! What kind of cold heartless bastard are you!" Diane all but yelled into his face. Roland saw the look on his fathers face as he placed a hand on his wife's should to stop her rampage.

"You know something don't you Father?…What are you're not telling us?" he asked as the elder man sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"As you know son, over two hundred years ago our ancestor Julius Arc lead the war against the Grimm and created the sword Crocea Mors from the remains of a fallen star, he then installed the Protectors Oath upon our family," he said as the man nodded at this while the younger Arcs listened in.

"But during the final days of the Grimm War, Julius and his friends created 'the Tome' an ancient book that was weaved together using the last source of Lunar dust in existence and bound it to his bloodline…" he said as the man nodded.

"The Tome is the collective knowledge of over seven generations of Arc's from the first to the last, and can only be open in a time before a crisis can ever appear," he said as Roland's began to widen at this.

"If Jaune was not only able to lift the book from its resting place but read from its pages…it means something bad is about to appear, and the book needs to prepare him" he said, as the room became deathly silent.

"And while I'm scared for the life of my own grandson Diane, if the Tome has chosen him there is not much we can do…this is his destiny" he said as the woman slumped to her knees as she thought of Jaune burdened with such task. Roland then kneeled down to her height as he held her close.

"Honey I know its difficult but Father id right…this needs to happen…you knew this the moment you joined the family" he said as the woman nodded slightly but with a heavy heart. Roland then smiled as he looked to his wife with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry Diane I'll contact an old friend to track down Jaune and tell us if he is safe, I'm sure he can keep an eye on Jaune, that old crow owes me a favor," he said as Diane sniffled slightly before wiping the tears in her eyes.

"…Fine…I don't like it one little bit but I understand…But I swear if anything, anything! Happens to my baby boy, you two are in so much trouble!" she said as a scary Aura swirled around her form as Roland and Cornelius took a step back. Roland chuckled slightly at his wife while Cornelius chuckled nervously as well.

"I promise dear" he said as Diane just huffed and turned from the two. "Look's like I'm in the dog house for a while huh dad?" Cornelius looked at him as he scoffed.

"You think this is bad? I'm the one who has to tell your mother about this?" Roland paled slightly as he remembered his mothers protective nature. Cornelius looked at the statue as he placed a hand on the stones surface.

'…Jaune…I hope you know what you are doing…and Ancestors please watch over him and keep him safe…' the old man though to himself as looked to the statue. It was said that on that day a legend was born, one of many hardships and many adventures that spawned many friendships and many life-changing experiences.

The legend of the Rising Arc

And scene, here is a new story I have been working on where I attempt to create more background around Jaune and his friends, when more RWBY information comes out I will try to incorporate into this story.

Tell me what you think and leave a review in the comment below and enjoy.