A/N: This is a little side project I started in order to help work through my writer's block.

I feel that it should be appropriate that my fan-series should have it's own "World of Remnant" so I decided to write about Gulch. On a side note, Gulch is a country that looks like the United States of America. That and it has no "Alaska", so I'm sorry to any of my readers who hale from the northernmost state.

You're probably wondering, "Why would a bunch of people leave the comfort of the kingdoms where it's safe from–well–pretty much the rest of the world?"

Then if you were to ask an experienced huntsman like myself, who also happens to travel around a lot, it all boils down to one thing: freedom.

We all know about how some people aren't very preferable of the noise from the main cities. Which is why they want to settle in some place more….quiet. Most took to the forest, forming the small towns that are fortunate enough to stand for at least more than a year. Then there are the few with a more "adventurous side" who took to the seas in search of new land.

However a nation like Gulch was not found by an act of human expansion, but actually by accident. Thanks to an unexpected thunderstorm, a lone ship landed onto an unknown beach. The colonists onboard took at as some "cosmic intervention" and began to travel inland. For weeks they fought against hordes of Grimm in their search for a new home. Finally their prayers were answered when a scouting party stumbled upon a massive boxed canyon. The streams were shallow, the soil could support at least some of their crops, and overall it was mostly green. At least the high rock walls helped funnel the Grimm through a single opening which mad it easily defendable. It wasn't the most ideal place to live, but with the help of Dust, the colonists believed they would succeed. Only there was one small problem.

When Dust miners searched and searched, expecting to find a strong vein, there was nothing. No matter how hard they looked the only Dust they found was in small crystals, which even then were rarely found. News spread quickly among the settlers, and with it, their hope died. Most of them immediately gave up, wanting to return to the ship and flee the lands that seemed intent on making their lives miserable. Others wanted to venture further inland and look for some place more….hospitable. But a small group stayed behind. It didn't matter whether they invited the challenge or had sacrificed too much to simply leave, they were determined to make this canyon their home. Through sweat, tears, and lots of blood; they finally set up an irrigation system, basic technology, and eventually their efforts were paid off. On this uncharted land stood it's first working village. In time more towns were formed, eventually turning into cities. Some may call it a miracle while others say it was dumb luck.

Me, personally, I think it's proof of humanity's stubbornness.

And it all started in that one….small….gulch.

A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but then again, so was the first "World of Remnant". Stay tuned for more.