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Chapter 1 Colorful new world

Deep in the wilderness of Skyrim their stood a large manor. This manor was home to the now retired Dragonborn Asmund Scalerender. The life of Asmund the Last Dragonborn is slowly coming to a close. He has lived a long and fulfilling life of adventure and conquest.

He sat outside, looking at the lake from his home at Lakeside manor. His once powerful body was now frail and weak, making the simpliest of tasks impossible. His long blonde hair is now grey and thin, he even grew a long beard. One of his bright blue eyes gone, lost to a battle with the Ebony warrior. He wore grey robes that now hide his failing body, since he can no longer wear armor.

"I have truly done it all..." The wizened dragonborn sighed. The memories come flooding into his mind. His arrival at Skyrim, his near death experience at the hand of the Empire and his adventures to slay dragons, monsters and fulfill a prophecy ages in the making.

After the defeat of Alduin, the Dragonborn settled the civil war. Siding with the Empire, he defeated Ulfric and ended the conflict. After that the Thalmor started another war with the empire in hopes to subjugate them. But this time, the empire had Asmund on their side. After the second Great war, he settled down with a good woman, had kids and lived his days in peace.

Asmund lived in Whiterun for a long time, that was until his wife's death. After her death, honoring her wishes he sends his two children to live in the Imperial City in hopes for a better life. His firstborn son became captain of the newly reformed Blades. His daughter became a master in the art of Restoration, after all the world could always use more healers.

When he heard of his childrens deeds tears filled his eyes. He has passed on the torch to a new generation, a generation that he fought tooth and nail for against all foe who would see the world of Nirn burn.

The Dragonborn was broken out of his stupour when he heard someone. It was the cry of a young woman.

"Someone, anyone! Please save my son!" He forces himself to stand and look for the source of the sound but finds no one.

"It seems my steely mind has begun to fail me at last. Took longer then I thought it would." The old dragonborn chuckled. "If only I could help the young lady..." He begins to make his way to his bed chamber.

Once inside, he was greeted by the sight of his good friend Serana. In his old age, Serana came to take care of him in his waning years of life. She offered to make him a vampire, but he declined the offer and said he would go insane if he lived as long as she has.

"I was getting worried, I hope your time outside was nice." The old battlemage smiles.

"It did Serana, be a dear and fix us some potato soup." Asmund requested. Serana smiles, not minding the task.

"Sure thing." The vampire turned housecarl made her way to the cooking pot. After a hearty meal and some light reading, it was time for Asmund to go to bed. Helping him up the stairs and into his room.

V

Two unevenful days have passed and every passing day Asmund grows weaker. This could be the day he would finally die, about time too since being old is annoying. It was just looking out to the wilderness and reading with the ocasional attack ranging from bandits to vampires and even the local wildlife. These threats were nothing to Serana and the power of Asmund's thu'um.

"I never get tired of shouting my enemies off high places." Asmund chuckles lightly at the fate of a bandit wastrel, who was propelled by his unrelenting force off the hillside. The poor sod hit the ground face first with his body bent back like the tail of a giant scorpion from Hammerfell.

"All the years I've known you Asmund, you always love to do that." Serana smiles as she finishes off a bandit orc.

"I also love to set people on fire. But enough, let's go inside-" Suddenly, he feels a sharp pain in his chest. With a loud groan, Asmund crouched down to one knee. Acting quickly, Serana made her way to her long time companion.

"I knew having you help was a bad idea!" She helped Asmund up on his feet. "Let's get you your medicine and have you lay-" Serana was interupted by Asmund.

"Serana... I have lived for far too long..." Asmund began to speak. "I have done it all, and have become a legend. Serana, it's time..."

"But-"

"Just get me to my room, I'm tired..." Taking a deep breath, Serana helps the Dragonborn to his room. He lays down on his bed and smiles at his best friend. Thanks to Serana's enhanced senses she could hear Asmunds heart begins to beat slower.

"This is it isn't it, your going to sleep and your not waking up... I can feel it, your body is failing." The dragonborn chuckles.

"Don't be sad Serana, it's alright. I go now to Sovngarde. I can't wait to see all of those heroes again." This made Serana smile.

"I'm sure you'll have a lot of stories to tell. I'll make sure the funeral is a small affair." Serana places her hand on his hand.

"Thank you... Serana... Goodbye..." The dragonborn Asmund Scalerender closes his eyes for the last time.

V

Asmund's POV

I remember everything that I have gone through in my life. All of the hardships, all of the happy times, and all of the times of sadness. I have lived a full life, and now Sovngarde awaits.

I open my eyes, but I do not see the Hall of Valor. I am in a white room filled with odd devices. I lay on a bed with sheets as white as the room. Next to me is a strange device that's making this annoying beeping sound. The screen shows a green line that spikes at every beep, that was annoying.

Before I could find away to turn the device off I hear the door open. A young woman in her late twenties enters the room. She had long straight blond hair and bright green eyes. She wore a pair of blue leather leggings that I haven't seen before, a pair of black shoes, a black sweater and a blue scarf around her neck.

"Please be awake..." The woman's voice dies when she looks towards my direction. "Jaune! My baby, you're awake!" The woman then dashes towards me and give me a hug. Who is this Jaune, I am Asmund Scalerender. Clearly this woman is-

"Mom... What happened to me...?" That was not my voice nor did I say that, my voice is as rough as sand paper.

"You were outside playing when you were struck by lightning." The woman pulls back and looks at me with an anger in her eyes. "What were you thinking young man! Just because it stops raining doesn't mean you can go outside!"

"I'm sorry mom... It won't happen again." The boy mumbles weakly.

"Good, now I need to get the doctor to see if your fit and able." The woman makes her way out the room to fetch a healer of sorts. The old gentleman check the boy for further injuries. To the doctors surprise he's as health as the day he was born. According to the doctor, Jaune was near death when they got him to the hospital a week ago.

"I'm amazed Jaune, why just yesterday you showed no signs of recovering. But now, you're all recovered. That's odd, your aura isn't activated meaning you shouldn't have recovered as fast as you did, how is this possible?" The doctor wondered.

"I don't know..." The boy mumbles. It might have something to do with me being bound to the boy.

"Well this is nothing sort of a miracle! Once the doctor clear you we're going home!" The woman began to cry.

"Mom don't cry, I'm okay now!" The boy tries to cheer up his mother.

"I'm not sad Jaune, I'm so relivied that you're going to be alright!" The woman cries, tears flowing openly.

V

Third person POV

It has been three days since Jaune Arc's recovery and release from the hospital. The dragonborn has learned everything about the Arc family in that time and how he's the only son out of seven older sisters, which made Asmund's jaw hits the floor. He also learned that this world is known as Remnant.

Much like Nirn, Remnant had it's share of problems. These problems ranged from corrupt elitist thinking that they're better then everyone, A dangerous criminal underworld, Racism against the faunus people over their animal traits, bandits, and creatures called Grimm.

This kind of choas and injustice will not stand. Good people are suffering and dying and here he is, trapped in a eight year old being forced to play dress up with his sisters. He would have to make his presence known to the boy soon so he can begin to train him as a warrior.

V

It was the last day of elementry school, summer vacation begins tomorrow and Jaune like most children would use this time to play with friends, one problem, he doesn't have any friends. The reason why is because of the school bully and his group of lackies made it clear that if anyone befriends Jaune, they getting beaten up or worse.

Ivory Miles is his name and he's made it his mission to ruin Jaune's life. Everyone was afraid of the Miles family because of their status. The settlement was founded by two powerful families, the Miles family and the Arcs.

The last class of the school year ends and when it does, Jaune makes a beeline for rack were their backpacks are kept, he grabs his and makes his way out of the classroom. The hallways were crowded with other kids making their way out of the school. Knowing that Ivory and his pals would be waiting out front, Jaune decided to use the south exit.

As he turned around, a loud yell silences the incessent chatter of the other children.

"JAUNE! TIME FOR YOUR END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR BEATING!" A child yelled. He wore a grey tee shirt with tan shorts. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Unlike most fifth graders he had muscles due to his father having him train to become a huntsman. He stood at the front enterance blocking the way. "I GOT MY PALS BLOCKING ALL OF THE EXITS, YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO STUPID!"

"Now young man!" A female teacher made her way to the eleven year old. "As a teacher I cannot allow this to continue any-" Ivory interups the young teacher.

"Sound like someone wants to lose her job. Do you know my family keeps the grimm at bay? One word from me and you'll be Grimm food you stupid sow!" Ivory sneered vicously at the young woman.

"Leave Ms Applegale alone!" Jaune bravely make his way to Ivory. The bully smiles sickly at Jaune.

"Well if it isn't my favorite punching bag Joan." Ivory chuckles. Being called Joan made Jaune roll his eyes.

"Calling me by a girls name, what, did you run out of idea?" Jaune taunts. This enrages Ivory.

"Speak unless spoken too!" Ivory bounds towards Jaune and strikes him on the left cheek, the force of the blow knocks him down. "My dad's been training me while your weakling parents won't teach you a thing!"

"My mom and dad are the strongest huntsmen in the world!" This much is true. Jaune's parents were capable huntsmen, feared for their synergistic teamwork.

"Everyone knows that you'll never be a huntsmen Jaune. Your a weakling, and weaklings do what their told, so get up so I can knock you down again." Ivory sneered.

A foreign feeling fills Jaunes mind. Normally, the youngest of the Arc family is passive and tame, never striking out in anger and only throwing a handful of temper tantrums, but this feeling was different. He wanted to rip Ivory apart, for all the pain he caused him he wanted to return one hundred fold. This scares him greatly, he's always dreamed of being a hero and heroes don't tear people apart.

"I said get UP!" Ivory grabs him by the scruff of his tee shirt and thorws him outside of the school door. This was his chance to run away, not to save himself but to save Ivory. Fortunately Jaune's the fastest runner in the class. Acting quickly he stands up and makes a break for it.

"Get back here you scum sucker!" Jaune ran as fast as he can, not because he was scared of Ivory, but because he was scared of himself.

V

The town of Ayrith is a nice settlement to visit. The largest settlement outside of the barren desert of Vacuo and on the edge of Vale. Ayrith is home to both human and faunus alike, sharing the lifestyle of Vacuo. It is also home to the most powerful huntsmen family in Remnant, the Arcs. The Arc family has lived in Ayrith since it's founding after the Great war.

The Miles and the Arc families were friends at one time, but the two groups had a falling out with each other on how Ayrith should be governed The Arcs wished to live the lifestyle of Vacuo while the Miles family want to abide to the laws and regulations of Vale.

Right now Jaune ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, hoping to lose them in the woods. Behind him were Ivory and his minons throwing small rocks at Jaune hoping to slow him down.

"Get back here Arc so I can put you in the hosptial permanently!" Ivory roars. picking up a large rock and throws it at Jaune's legs. The impact causes Jaune to trip face first into the dirt.

"You got'em boss!" One of the bullies cheered.

"Yeah, now let's beat him to a pulp!" They ran up to Jaune and began to stomp on him.

"Stop-" A foot slams down on his back. "Stop it!" Jaune protects the back of his head with his hands.

"Get him up on his feet!" Ivory orders his henchmen. "I'm going to beat to death Arc!" Ivory's friends get Jaune up on his feet.

"What have I've ever done to you!? You bully me for no other reason then our family feud!" Jaune cries. Ignoring the jeers of Ivory's peers, he continues. "I'm always alone because of you!" Hearing this makes Ivory smile smugly.

"You'll always be a doormat Arc. That's the only thing your good at being. Now time to put you on the shelf for the whole summer!" Ivory slowly made his way to Jaune.

Something inside Jaune snapped. That murderous rage returned and in full force. the young boy glares hotly at Ivory and shouts.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" The volume of the shout sends Ivory and his pals stumbling back. They look at Jaune with fear in their eyes.

"What the heck was that!?"

"WHAHHH! S-stay away from me!"

"I can't hear in my left ear!"

"C'mon guys, let's get out of here!" Ivory's voice cracks as he commands his pals to run away leaving a confused Jaune.

'What the heck...?' Jaune picked himself up and made his way out of the woods. By the time he made his way out of the small forest it was evening, and time for dinner.

"Oh man, my folks are gonna tan my hide! I need to get home double time!" Jaune wanted to get home quickly, but all of the running and stomping that he endured took a toll on his body.

By the time it took him to get to the town, it was already eight o'clock. Tears began to well in Jaunes eyes. He's sore, he's hungry and he's frusterated.

"Hey there young man, are you alright?" A stranger asked. Jaune turned to see a town police officer. "you look like you got in a fight, want to talk about it?"

"Just some bully troubles..." Jaune mumbled.

"Have you tried to talk to a teacher son?" The officer asked.

"No one can help me because he's a Miles." Jaune kicked the pavement. "I just wanna go home. I'm hurt, I'm hungry and most of all, I'm lonely..."

"C'mon young man, let's get you home..." The officer offers Jaune a hand. The youngest Arc takes the hand.

"I'm Jaune Arc..." Jaune introduces himself.

"Hey there Jaune, I'm officer Navy Jones. How about we get you home." The two make their way to the officers patrol car.

V

As soon as Jaune stepped inside the Arc manor, he was greeted by the sight of his parents. Their scowls melt away into looks of concern when they see the state of their son.

"My baby!" Jaune's mother rushes towards her child and gives him a hug. The tight hug causes Jaune pain due to his bruised body. Feeling him wince, she backs away from her son.

"It was Ivory again wasn't it?" There stood his father, Alabaster Arc. The patriarch of the Arc family is a tall and muscluar man with dark grey hair that's parted to the left and has deep blue eyes like his son. He was out of his huntsmen attire and into some civilian clothing. A normal pair of deim jeans and a black turtleneck.

"Yeah..." Jaune mumbles.

"Curse that boys father, he's the reason Ivory is terriozing you Jaune." Alabaster clenches his fist. "I'll have a nice long talk with the head of the Miles family. Sapphire, can you tend to Jaune."

"Of course, this way Jaune." Sapphire guides Jaune to the bathroom.

V

After tending to his bruises and eating some supper it was time for bed. While it might be the begining of summer, he still needed his sleep. However, his sleep is interupted by a desire to use the restroom. He made his way down the hall and entered the restroom. After he was finished he made his way back to his room. On his way there he heard his parents arguing.

"What do you mean you don't want him to be a huntsmen, it's his dream!" Alabaster argued with his wife.

"You see how 'huntsmen' act these days, they're glorified celebrites!" Sapphire yelled. "I want him to be a man of cultrue and class! I don't want to out live my son!"

"Don't you care for his dream?" He hears his mother scoff.

"Oh please Ala, it's just a phase he's going through. Soon enough he'll see that the huntsmens life is not for him to live." Sapphire scoffs.

"Are you hearing what your saying? Don't you support your own son!?" Alabaster yells.

"I want to Ala, but you weren't there when I found him dying. Do you know what it was like seeing Jaune struck by lightning..." Sapphire takes a deep breath. "He was standing their waving at me and then..." She stops.

"Listen, it's too soon to decide Jaune future. Let's just call it a night okay Saph." Alabaster spoke in a soft tone.

"Okay Ala, I love you..." With that Jaune made his way back to his room.

V

It was on that night that Jaune began to change. Now more then ever, he wants to become a huntsmen and if his parents won't help him then he'll do it himself. The next day he began to exercising, ranging from push ups, sit ups, and running laps. He started eating healthier too, now eating a more balenced diet.

One of his sisters, Cannelle, the oldest of his sisters discovered that he was exercising, when she asked he told her that he's training to be a huntmen. She decided to help him in a different catagory.

She told him that huntsmen aren't just strong, their smart. Power alone does not win every battle. Cannelle, much to Jaune displeasure decided to tutor him in military tactics and anti grimm strategies. Normally, Jaune would be turned off by something as boring as book learning during his summer vacation, but something inside him pushed him, demanding him to study.

During one of their sessions his second sister Noir walked into Cannelles room and discovered their study sessions. Hearing that Jaune wants to become a huntsmen, Noir decides to help. According to her, strength and intelligence can't win every fight. Noir tells her brother that 'one must be one with the shadows and slide the dagger of discord across your enemies neck.' She began to train him in the art of stealth and subterfuge.

Over time all of his sisters pitched in one way or another. Blanc taught him how to wield a sword and how to fight with his hands, and Rouge taught him all about medicine, first aid and survival. Bleu, Magenta and Olive were training at Signal so they couldn't help, but they did show their support.

Over time their parents discovered that their daughters were training Jaune how to be a huntsmen. Angry at her daughters, Sapphire ordered them to stop training.

After much debate, Sapphire decides that if Jaune wanted to be a huntsmen, he also had to learn culture and adequate. His mother taught him music, art, formal dinner etiquette and dancing.

V

It has been nine years since his days training with his sisters. All of them moved out and began their own lives as succusfull huntstresses. As for Jaune, his time has come. He, with the help of his mother were loading up his lugage.

"Toothpaste and toothbrush?"

"Check."

"PJ's and clothing?"

"Check."

"Your armor?"

"Check." Jaune adjusts his chestplatee and his left and right vambrace. "Double check."

"Lastly, your weapon."

"Got it." Jaune shows her Crocea Mors.

"I still think we should have helped you make your own weapon." Sapphire sighs but Jaune shrugs, the thought of wielding one of those transforming weapons seems unruly and took too much maintenance.

"Too much upkeep, besides." He unsheaths his sword. "If Crocea Mors doesn't cut it, I can always upgrade it."

"That is true... Jaune, I want you to be careful okay." Sapphire takes a shaky breath. "I guess our famiily can never escape our fate. Cursed to follow the path of war."

"Don't worry mom, I'll be okay, I promise!" Jaune smiles. "Arc's always keep their word." This made Sapphire smile.

"I'll hold you to it." His mother gave him a hug. The door to Jaune's room opens revealing his father.

"Hey kiddo, you ready?" Jaune turns to his father and nods. "I'm going to drop you off at the airport, from there you'll get airlifted by airship to beacon." The word airport and airlifted make Jaune turn green. "Forgot to tell you, you're flying there."

"NOOOOO!" Jaune wails in anguish. Flying was one of his weaknesses, he got airsick once and he decided to never fly again. Alabaster drags his son out of the room with his luggage in tow.

"Good bye Jaune! Be sure to give us a call!" She waves to her son. "Odd... I feel like I forgot something important..." Sapphire muses, trying to remember what she forgot.

V

All of those years of training have paid off for Jaune. Since his early childhood, Asmund used what little influence he has to push Jaune to seek out power and to become stronger and smarter.

Asmund was also shocked by Jaune's appearence. The young man looked like he did when he was younger when he was full of life. The dragonborn's appearence also changed. Normally the ghosts of his world glow with a bright blue hue, but he didn't have that kind of form, instead he looked like a ancient dragonborn.

The day that Jaune will inherit the voice is coming close, he could feel it. When he awakens to the power of the thu'um the boy will be unstopp- Asmunds musings were cut short when Jaune vomits in a trash can. Nothing he could do about that, Jaune has to tackle that problem on his own.

A/N So this is my first venture into the RWBYverse. I'll try not to make Jaune to over powered after all the Thu'um is all kinds of bullshit. I do plan on having relics from Nirn making an appearance, maybe even an elder scroll.

Edited on 2-5-18

Next time- Out of the frying pan and into the forest! Asmund used his influence to pull Jaune to new heights, but nothing could prepare him for the initiation!