Hello peoples, maybe new maybe not. I say that because this is a remake. I will stop this awkwardness though now so you can read. Please enjoy.

Under Onym's blazing summer sun, my hand whipped up to the corner of my red irises causing my wavy, mid-back length, black hair to shift.

"At ease," the sea of trainees' legs shifted to shoulder length apart and our hands clasped behind our backs, though our faces were still trained into their neutral expressions. "Ladies and gentlemen, standing among you are the ones who passed training and the ones who, unfortunately, didn't."

Even if my face was schooled into neutrality my thoughts were still scattered. Thoughts of 'what if I failed?' or 'who passed?' floated around my battle-hardened mind. 'No,' I shouted inside, 'of course I passed, I was the diamond in the rough here at this camp,' I banished the flood of uncertainty, just as quickly as it had arrived, to the realm of impossibility.

"Here I will call up the successful, but do not be alarmed, the ones who failed will still be given a few choices: retake the test after further training, join the regular army or go onto a different path of life," the drill sergeant's voice rang out across the sea of people, breaking through the scorching humidity and invading even the most confident of trainee's minds.

"Eclipse please come up-," our, for some, lifelong drill instructor continued to list off 'the future of this generation of Onym', or so he called them, with a proud smile on his face.

But I guess you may be sort of confused, so let me tell you how I got here…

First I was born, obviously. My childhood was outside the realm of normality. I mean come on, being born into an ancient bloodline kind of throws normality out the window at the starting line.

I can't remember a time as a child when I wasn't holding a weapon or one wasn't within a two-foot radius of me. So naturally, because of my upbringing and heritage as a rager, I was infatuated with fighting. Any chance I could get I would challenge someone, whether it be my parents or a simple person wandering the streets of my home city, Laisser.

Now I'm sure you're wondering what a rager is. Well, the simple definition would be a natural born killer, whether that is of Grimm or people. That's all you get to know about my heritage for now, so back to my childhood. Where was I again?

Ah yes, I would challenge people far and wide in the city of Laisser, though after a while I learned the art of self-control, a powerful tool indeed. Not only would it let me banish my childish nature, it would also let me be able to boost my intimidation factor; because I really needed to start working on that.

Anyways so by now I would be about six years old, my parents were going to start putting me in tournaments to let me build a reputation. I won competitions upon competitions, the trophies and medals clogging up my room with their shimmering glow. This in turn caught the army's attention, but not just the army, thee army. A special division that would train people like me starting from a young age, child soldiers if you would.

So, at this time I would be about eight years old and I'm training to join a Special Ops designed to take down not only Laisser's and Mistral's enemies; but the whole of Onym's. This was pretty normal by my family's standards, so now I think you have a good vision of what they're like. We are strong, feared and powerful; even though we tended to keep to ourselves or to secret divisions.

So, I trained for my whole life, entering and winning tournaments at six years old, getting trained for a Special Division at age eight and continuing to train with them for seven years. Now I'm fifteen and about to get the surprise of my life.

"So that's all of the people that passed, better luck in whatever life you choose," the instructor's voice rang out, breaking me out of my thoughts and, consequently, shattering my dreams along with disappointing my family. I didn't pass and I'm a disgrace to my family… fantastic. I just stood stock still in the middle of the clearing as my colleagues either shouted with glee, cried or ran out of the clearing to go choose a different path of life.

The familiar feeling of raging bubbled up in my stomach, my senses becoming hyperactive and my vision splintering, 'I wanted to destroy something.'

Footsteps broke me out of my daze, my glowing crimson eyes flying up to meet the instructor that had both built and destroyed me. His eyes were like ice, piercing my soul and picking apart my resolve, little by little. My hand raised up to the corner of my eye in what I thought would be my last solute to him but expectedly his hand snapped up to his brow and he stood just as I had when we first met.

"Luna Whisper, I have someone that would like to speak with you. I will lead you to them if you wish." My jaw probably dropped straight through the floating sphere that was Remnant but he didn't respond, just stood there.

"At ease?" My voice was wavering and questioning but he still obeyed anyways, a reminiscent smile working its way onto his battle-hardened face.

"What is it you're doing sir?" I hesitantly asked, I may have been confident in my abilities but I was still royally confused.

"Following orders, ma'am?"

"But I wasn't accepted, and there's no way I'm higher than you in rank?" Now I was completely confused, the person I had practically worshiped for half my life was obeying and following me.

"Like I said ma'am, there's someone that would like to speak to you. Just give the command and I'll take you to them." That smile was still on his face.

"Then please do take me to this person." He turned on his heel immediately and half walked half jogged forwards, towards the main building. I followed him, albeit hesitantly. All my life I had been below someone and now suddenly the tides had shifted; it was almost like I was in a whole new universe. Numerous heads turned to look at the spectacle, a once in a lifetime experience I'm sure. The person they had looked up to suddenly shifting to a whole new person and following the girl they despised just because she was better than them.

The sudden draft of air conditioning contrasted heavily against the heat and humidity of Laisser's blazing summer, out of all the continents, Onym was the most humid; an exception to Menagerie of course.

Our footsteps echoed about the buildings numerous cubicles and rooms that housed the many instructors of the camp. "I remember when you followed me the same way through this building eight years ago," The man's deep, reminiscing voice sounded out, breaking the deafening silence.

"Yes sir, so do I. I remember how nervous I was back then." I laughed out, just as if I was talking to an old friend; not like I would know how that felt, after all, all of the trainees here despised me.

"Ma'am there's no need to call me sir; you're higher than me now." Maybe it was just me but he sounded a little saddened at the revelation, I couldn't blame him, so was I.

"By all means sir, you'll always be higher than me, you're like another father figure." I wasn't lying, he really was. After I had gone here and my family went back to wandering the world he had taken it upon himself to celebrate the holidays with me because my family wasn't here.

He just hummed in response as we arrived at our apparent destination. A tall door stood before us, the outside lined with a golden color while the door itself was red, the colors of Onym.

His fist banged against the obstacle in our path, the sound echoing about the empty hallways. A deep, manly voice sounded out from within; sounding vaguely familiar, though not enough to identify the man "send her in."

As I entered the office a flood of natural light assaulted my eyes, slightly squinting and flinching away from my source of temporary pain. In front of the large, full wall window stood a man. His height being estimated to around six feet and graying hair and dark green eyes contrasting against it, his white suit reflecting the light into a bright spectacle.

My hand snapped up and I stood ram rod straight, "General."

"At ease Luna, I just wish to speak to you, it's not every day you get to speak to a rager after all," his hearty laugh filled the room as I readjusted myself; the door closed silently behind me.

"I'll try to keep this as brief and blunt as possible," He started, I nodded, "you may have noticed that this morning you weren't called as being accepted, that is both true and not," a frown adorned my face at the statement, "you also may have noticed that Sergeant Charles was saluting you."

"I have noticed those, yes. But what does that have to do with much?"

"Well, you passed but also didn't at the same time. Over your training I've been keeping an eye on you and I have come the decision that I want you to go on a very classified mission. I cannot say more until you accept, if you don't than you can go back and run a squad of your own in the Special Ops."

Numerous thoughts ran through my head, 'what was this mission?' and 'why me?' "I accept."

If I didn't my family would probably disown me, I have to carry on their legacy and gain a place of power in the world after all; a scowl slowly worked into my features before disappearing as I remembered where I was.

"I though you would," a smile formed onto General Ironwood's face, "I want you to find someone. They go by the alias 'Queen' and Remnant's Council has a reason to think that she is planning something, though we don't know what; that's your job to find out," he pulled up a picture and showed me, a crimson backdrop and a black queen's chess piece in the middle, "this is her sign."

"Yes sir."

"You will need no more further training and you will be leaving within the week, you can take anything you want from camp and all of your peers will just think that you joined the army. You'll be practically dead to the world, though I'm sure your family will already know what's going on."

"Any more information I'll be needing?"

"No, just make sure not to be discovered, it is vital to the operation that you stay hidden. Contact me immediately after you find another piece of information no matter how substandard the information may be."

I snapped another salute before walking out of the sunlit room, "yes sir."

One Week Later

The shattered moon shone into my room as I hastily sheathed my katana, its shadows compressing into the sheath as I grabbed my other sword; an almost exact replica of Death's Servant except the blade is red and the handle black, the colors inverted. I threw on my coat, its black color draping down my short form and down to my knees at the back, exposing the front and leaving it bare except for a thin, crimson short sleeved shirt. I pulled on a black and red mini-skirt over my black leggings, after that applying my midnight black combat boots.

The bullhead hovered outside of my window as I finished getting dressed and hooping my sheathes onto my right hip, crossing them into an 'X' shape. I carefully opened the window, the hinges squeaking only slightly as I flared my crimson aura and hopped into the back of the awaiting bull head…

The hunt had begun.

Ok so that was the new prologue to this story. You may or may not have seen that it has changed pretty drastically. Anyway please drop a review to give me your thoughts, it only takes a few seconds, and follow for future updates.