It's good to see you all again after about 2 months of silence. For those of you interested, the sequel is now up. Remnant of Hunters first chapter is up. Everything below this line should give you a taste of what is to come. I hope to see you all again in the sequel, so until then, farewell.


A small town sat in the middle of a heavily cleared forest. Dying stumps sat in the distance. So far out from the town no one bothered too clear them. A dirt road ran through the center of the town and back into the forest. The sun had recently set with its soft glow fading over the horizon. Darkens falling in the forest and the town due to the shadows being cast by the trees. Even the moon couldn't illuminate the night with a cover of clouds in the sky. The last carriage for the day came out of the forest. It's wheels shaking as it came down the uneven dirt path. Wheat fields that were a few feet off of the road appeared ready for harvest.

The carriage pulled up in front of the towns inn and the driver stepped off onto the ground. Walking over to the passenger door he pulled it open. Three passengers stepped out on to the road and made their way to the inn. Each one with a backpack strapped to themselves and a bag in hand. As they walked through the entrance, the driver looked inside to see a passenger still asleep.

"Hey, Stranger, we made it to Greenacres. Unless you want to help store the carriage and put the horses away, it's best you head inside." The man said as the last passenger began weakly opening their eyes.

After a moment, the passenger stepped out of the carriage and walked tiredly towards the inn. A package was strapped to her back and wrapped in cloth to protect it. They even had an oversized survival pack that rose reached from their back over their head. The carriage was pulled around the back of the inn, leaving the last passenger by themselves.

Inside the inn, travelers were drinking and exchanging stories about their trips. People going about their night before heading to bed. The stranger pulled up a stool at the bar and set their backpack on the ground. A red hood covered their head, shielding them from any prying eyes. It only took a moment for the bartender to make her way down to the customer.

"What I can I get you?" The bartender asked.

"I'll have your tallest glass of milk." The girl asked.

A silence ran across the entire ground floor as people turned their heads towards the newcomer. Cards were set down and games put on hold as a single laugh came from a table. At that moment, the entire inn burst into laughter. Fists began pounding onto tabletops as some patrons couldn't contain themselves. Some could even be seen with tears in their eyes from how hard they were laughing. Eventually the laughter died down to a occasional chuckle as people remembered the event. The bartender managed to suppress her laughter and look at the girl again.

"Not from around these parts I take it." She stated the question as a fact.

"No, actually. I've been traveling around for a few weeks, but my supplies started to run low. I figured a town like this could help me restock before taking off again." She brought her hood down far enough to hide the top of her face.

"Sorry about the laughter, but we don't get to many city folk coming out this far. You're probably the first this town has seen in years. More will start showing up after the shit show in Vale though. Most people out here are already doubtful of the Council and tend to be a hell of a lot more welcoming of others trying to etch out an existence in the world." The bartended pulled out a glass and began wiping it down with a rag.

"More business and growth for surrounding towns then. Everything in Vale started to go downhill pretty quick once it became apparent living space had become an issue. To many residential areas lost and people displaced. With nowhere to go and a vast number of jobs no longer being done, people just couldn't afford to live in the city." The girl adjusted her hood to look back at the server.

"You a refugee then? Looking to start up a new life outside the government's reach. It's not so bad out here. No one steals or fights simply due to it attracting the Grimm. Even got a few town guards for when some strays find this place. So, what can I get you?"

"Do you actually not have any milk." The girl gave a small pout as the bartender slowly began to waiver.

"We have it, but it's usually only taken by children. Aren't you a bit old to still be drinking milk?"

"I am a growing woman and won't risk my growth being stunted due to poor nutrition."

"Let me get that for you then. I can give a few suggestions for where to restock afterwards if you're interested." Hoping the bar, she made her way to the back door and tapped the man standing by it on the shoulder. Giving a nod, the man walked behind the guard while keeping an eye on the patrons.

The girl kicked her legs back and forth while sitting when someone grabbed her by the shoulder. Turning around she saw a woman with two men at her side. Each had a blade on their waist and some minor armor covering them.

"It's rare to see people from the city venture this far out here. Only make me wonder why you would stop in this town?" She asked as the other two encircled the girl.

"Just stopping to pick up some supplies."

"Then you won't mind if we check your bags then." One of the guards asked.

"Sure, just be careful with it. Some of the stuff in there is fragile." She pulled her backpack off and handed it to the guards.

They opened the pack to find very mundane items within it. A small tent was tightly folded into the pack and wrapped around the metal stakes that would hold it down. Some basic Firestarter and a sleeping bag could be seen pressing the tent against the edges of the bag. Everything seemed to be normal if not a little underprepared for life outside the kingdom. It seemed more useful as camping supplies for a small excursion than walking the continent. The only thing out of place was old metal rod that protruded from the pack. It had an arm extending in a 'L' shape with a small ring at the end to attach something to it.

"Everything seems fine. Now if you could show us that thing strapped to your back." The guard asked as she set the backpack aside.

"I'm going to need you to not freak out when you take her, okay?" The girl asked as she pulled the wrapped object off her back.

One of the guards gabbed the wrapped object, but the moment it left the girl's hand, the guard was pulled to the ground with the object. A thud echoed through the hall as the guard tried to get the object off their arm. The other two guards rushed over and began trying to lift object off their friend. The object would only shift beneath the cloth, but couldn't be lifted. In the end, the girl got off her seat and pulled the object off the guard.

"What the hell do you have in that thing?" The woman asked as the others stood up.

"She is a bit heavier now due to the modifications, but she shouldn't be that heavy." Taking the object in hand, she placed it back on her back.

Before they could continue a man ran into the inn with panic across his face. "Grimm are coming!"

At the mention of Grimm, every patron in the bar reached for their weapon. Some pulling a revolver off their waist and others taking the riffles off their backs. Ammunition was loaded and extra clips were strapped on as they all began preparing for the incursion. Those without weapons were quickly armed by those who had weapons to spare. Children from the village were quickly ushered behind the bar and down into a cellar. People rushed out of the inn to join the townsfolk in the defense of the community.