The Tale of Jaune Arc Chapter 1, a rwby fanfic

Welcome! I am most joyous to see some people come and listen to the tale that I am about to tell. A Tale of a young man who dreams of finding his purpose in life. A story filled with adventure, romance, horror and tragedy. It will not be able to appease or interest everyone which is natural for all stories. I'm sure that some will find it too idiotic or uninspiring and generally a waste of time. Which is fine in my opinion, you choose what you like and don't like its just how free will is. Everyone has a choice and they are entitled to it. I just hope that there will be those who will like it. At least enough people to balance out the soul crushing reviews that will come my way.

Bah! That's probably not going to happen so whatever! Let us begin!

Chapter 1: "He who will set things in motion..."

I, Jaune Arc, am dying...erm...well not literally but that is what I am feeling right now. A strange thing to say considering that the Bullhead or Airship I was on had everything a passenger could ask for. Things like comfy seats, appetizing meals, multiple restrooms and a breathtaking view of the city of Vale. Oh in case I forgot, this very vehicle is currently en route to the famous Beacon Academy for future huntsmen and huntresses. Where a bright future awaited all who become students of said institution.

That's sounds amazing! What the heck is my problem? One might ask.

A couple of reasons, the first and minor one being my motion sickness. For you see in the past hour or so, I have been battling against my urge to spew forth my hastily eaten breakfast. It is a struggle that I am very likely to lose and when it happens depends on the number of abrupt shifts that await our aircraft.

WHAT!? Motion sickness? What kind of aspiring huntsman has motion sickness? Well that line of questioning leads me to the other reason I'm wallowing in despair and on the verge of puking my insides out...

Give me a moment, its a little embarrassing and depressing to admit.

Alright, here's why...

You see...I didn't exactly get admitted through legal means. I kind of...maybe...unfortunately...faked...my way to said prestigious academy by sending in...forged...transcripts.

(Sigh)

Yeah, you read that correctly my friends I am most definitely...not...a legitimate huntsman-in-training.

I'm sure that must have left you speechless, huh? I can already feel the massive amounts of questions you have for me. The main one being...Why?

Why become a huntsman? Why did I use underhanded means to enter an academy? Why not start elsewhere? Where was your family in any of this? Well, take a seat and get some food because it might take a while to bring you guys up to speed on the whole situation.

Take your time I can wait a few minutes...

...

Okay then! Since I can't really see you I'm going to assume that you're ready to go. Alright? Alright!

So like most stories it all began in a village, specifically my hometown called Ansel. It is a relatively small village when I was give or take four to five years old if I remember correctly. She's grown rapidly throughout the years ever since the Valean council declared it as the main trading point between Vale and Vacuo.

Gone were the typical farmlands and old school windmills. They were soon replaced by high roller buildings and numerous high-tech establishments. Sure there are still a few inns and blacksmiths but they were all placed at the outskirts of the city to make room for all the new businesses.

My sisters and I used to argue on how to best describe our home. One could not simply label it as a place that was made for the future or one that clings to the past. Many hours were wasted on such a admittedly meaningless debate, thankfully our dad came to the rescue.

"Ansel, a modern city with a countryside feeling to it." The patriarch of the Arc family declared with a silly grin. His word was indeed final as everyone found it to be a very apt description.

Speaking of family, I hope that I can give a concise enough description that's easy to digest. Why do I need to do so? To put it simply, my family is rather large and if I were to give the full history on every branch on my family tree I would a corpse by then.

So...here I go...let's start with my parents namely named Julius and Juniper Arc. My father is a 46 year old General of our home city's Defense force or as most people call it the "Arc Corps". On the other hand, my mother is a 45 year old Chief Physician of Cardinal Richelieu's hospital. Both these incredible individuals met as aspiring Hunters in the illustrious Beacon Academy. They graduated with top marks and like most who survived the Great War were honored in the Hall of Heroes which located in a museum in the city of Vale.

Wow, your parents are awesome! I hear you say. Well the same can be said for my older sisters, all 7 of them. Yes, once again you heard correctly, there are seven of them. It sounds outrageous but us male Arcs have a history of having a large number of children in each generation, my numerous uncles and aunts lends credence to this. Anyways, as I mentioned before my older siblings were also very, very gifted. Let's go from youngest to oldest, shall we?

Starting of with Helen (18) and Juliette (19), the artists of our family. Helen's singing and dancing ability mesmerized everyone at her school. Videos of her performances spread across the net, gaining the attention of a big company in Vacuo. Long story short, she got an interview, signed a contract and is now a rising pop star in the western kingdom. It was sad to see her go but as a family we were happy for her success. There wasn't much contact after she left, the last news I got is that she's collaborating with other idols to form some sort of group that in her words "Will take over the continent!".

Juliette on other hand could not sing and dance like Helen oh no no no. Her talent lies in drawing where her sublime paintings drew the eyes of many notable artists. One of them even offered to be her mentor, his name being Leonardo de Medici. A world renowned painter who's works are featured in every art gallery in Remnant. Damn! If that isn't a proper recognition of one's skill I don't know what is. On a side note, Leonardo took some getting used to during his visits. I didn't like him at first due to him acting and sounding like some elitist but he was surprisingly down to earth once I got to know him. An unlikely friend who I greatly appreciate having...

Now then on Mathilda (19) and Liliana (19), the ones who will uphold mom's legacy in the medical department. They are essentially the second coming of mother as their medical know-how is second to none. Both of them work as nurses for now but based on what mom is telling me their positions are going to shift into something much more "significant" quote-unquote.

Last but not the least are my three eldest sisters, Martha (20), Christina (21) and Claire (22). Father's warrior princesses as he so affectionately calls them. As you could guess all them became full-fledged huntresses. I would usually describe their greatness but instead I'll make of quotes from their combat instructors in school...

"Their prowess in combat and tactics cannot be compared to anyone in their batch."

"Without a doubt they are generational talents..."

"The pride of our academy!"

Naturally, with such praise coming from their teachers it was no surprise that they graduated at such an early age. Most assumed that they would go independent and travel across the world. They instead enlisted in the Arc Corps a move that shocked the local media outlets. No one knows why except for the family, something about a bet that they lost to dad which is all I can say.

So that's my family in a nutshell, overachievers that dream big and certainly have the capability to reach even the most far fetched goals. Then there's me, little old Jaune (17), the youngest Arc in the family. No, I was not retarded, I am normal. Mind you! I have my own accomplishments too! I am very proud to say that I received a certificate of good conduct for every quarter of my 5 to 6 year school life. I still shed a tear when I remember getting one of those model student medals at the end of my graduation. Haa...that was a good memory...one of few that I had.

But I digress, other than that silly award there is nothing special about me. No hidden talent, no heightened affinity in the arts or combat...nothing, nada. If you looked up a picture of an average Joe I would be the first person that would pop up in your search. What's wrong with that, one might ask? Being normal is fine as well right?

I mean I agree that being normal is okay, great even! I however am not allowed the luxury of living a normal life. As the only son and soon to be heir of the Arc family being normal is simply not possible nor is it acceptable. I can scarcely believe anyone in my situation can be average, due to all the expectations that were placed on me. A few and I mean a select few can possibly fathom the amount of peer pressure that I had experienced.

"Ooh he looks just like his father! A very good sign Julius!"

"A bright future to be sure! You have done well brother! I can already feel the sheer potential..."

"With a family like that I would not be surprised to see his face on the daily news."

"He will make the Arc family proud, as I Cicero declare!"

"Jaune will surpass us all, won't you my son?"

"I will dad!"

"Haha! That's my boy!"

Haa...those words sounded so encouraging then. Looking back at them now, I can only feel nothing but contempt as my life turned for the worst. As every attempt at living up to my family's reputation failed.

I had three possible routes to success, to glory...to validation. Unsurprisingly, I had to make my mark on Medicine, Artistry or Combat. Why only these three? Well there are two reasons, the first that I will be able to gain immediate assistance from my prodigious family and...

uh...uhm...these were the only ones I could think of and had interest in?

Yeah...I couldn't think of anything else but hey when you're desperate you go for anything. Its like the saying "The hopeless don't have much of choice", right? or was it beggars can't be choosers?

Well whatever let's just get this train wreck started.

So I decided to try becoming a doctor, a difficult task to be sure but if my sisters could do it then so can I! My naive self once thought. Needless to say that delusion shattered almost as fast as it came as I wasn't accepted in even small time medical schools. Despite how much studying and practical experience I got it was simply not enough. It didn't help that every test I had were put at such a high difficulty due to the expectations I got.

How do you know if a patient is suffering from dementia? Plan a rehabilitation process for an athlete suffering from an ACL tear!? Prescribe the proper medication for fifty different diseases!? How am I supposed to do any of that!

Needless to say, Doctor Jaune Arc is most definitely not going to happen. A stinging failure to be sure but hey I got two more choices.

Dejected but staying strong I moved on to the arts, hoping that I would find my calling with the more "cultured" of folk. To my incredible surprise I had a small bit of success in terms of dancing and singing. Unfortunately, it was nothing too impressive when compared to other aspiring artists. But hey it was something and that was more than enough for me, so I immediately informed my parents that I might be able to do something in the entertainment business.

As the loving parents they were they naturally supported me. They proceeded to send my application to various art schools. Unfortunately, there weren't many takers because many found my performances to be barely adequate, hell some even called it sub par. Which irritated me to no end because based on what I was seeing an average performer could do, I'd say I wasn't half bad. But yet again, these people were comparing me to my sisters who were in a league of their own.

Mediocre, thy name is Jaune Arc~

Just like that I was down to just one last option which was Co-huh?

What are yo-What about my sister's teacher?

What are you talking abo-oh! You mean Leonardo! Uhm...well this is a short version of what he had to say to my parents when they suggested to take me in as his student.

"...I am sorry Mr. and Mrs. Arc but he is simply not good enough. There is just no other way to say it, he will fail and be forgotten in the entertainment circle. Perhaps Jaune should pursue another path, as I've said not everyone is how you say...cut out for this. Don't be too harsh on him...non è colpa di tuo figlio (It is not your son's fault)." He explained mixing a bit of his native language at the end.

Thanks...Leonardo...that was...certainly discouraging...but chin up Jaune its like you said there's still one more option, I can hear you say. Oh I wish I still held that positive way of thinking, but it was at this point that I realized that not many opportunities are made available for someone like me. There are few chances for mediocre people and fewer still for failures who don't live up to the hype.

"What a joke..."

"Pathetic..."

"All hype..."

"He's a bust..."

"A loser through and through..."

"Its a damn shame for someone like that to have the Arc name."

"Maybe he's adopted?"

"Its very likely..."

Oh how quickly the tune shifts for failures. Truly sticks and stones may break my bones but words can cause so much more suffering in comparison.

It was painful...very, very painful hearing what some of my peers and relatives would say about me. Always comparing me to my sisters, always saying that I was the black sheep, the apple that did not belong on the right tree. Well that's harsh, but I'm sure that my family would have my back no matter what right? Right!?

Yeah...that's what I thought when I still believed in them...

Things got awkward during meal times, as my presence was soon overshadowed and I had nothing to contribute in family discussions. Sometimes my sisters would try to hide me when they brought some friends, almost as if they were ashamed. I had to subtly ask dad to stop bringing me to the barracks because his soldiers would make fun of me. Sometimes he would try and push for it but I used every excuse I could find just to stay at home.

My mom, bless her, was probably the only person who truly cared about me at that point in time. She might not have understood my entire situation due to how busy she was with work but she did her best. Always trying to include me in whatever family activities we would have. Whatever time that she could spare was spent to check on me. If it wasn't for her efforts...I...I...I dread to even think about it.

She was a bright ray of hope for me, one that I prayed would help resolve my problems. Unfortunately, her work prevented her from staying and her long business trips took much of her focus. Before I knew it my mom's presence eventually disappeared and I was all alone once again, a child that has truly been forgotten.

The damage was done and my bond with my family had crumbled. It was like this for a few months until I went to the only other path I could pursue…becoming a huntsman.

As you might expect my dad was somewhat excited for me which is saying a lot due to how much he has been disappointed lately. Heck! He went so far as to prepare my training regimen which was planned to last for at least 2 years. Now normally when you hear training for a long period of time in stories, you would expect big improvements from the main character. Well that was not the case for me as I absolutely sucked, like really bad.

I was already at a big disadvantage no surprise seeing as I had to deal with the ludicrous expectations and I did not start training at a young age which recommended for all who wish to become a hunter. Ignore the outside noise and just focus on training, don't worry about doing bad the first time is always problematic for everyone I hear you say. Sure you could say that most beginners would have trouble at the start. But I was special in most terrible way because I absolutely...positively...sucked.

There is no two ways about it, I really, really, REALLY, sucked. I was klutz when it came to most weapons and my stamina was inferior to even the weakest hunter in training. Despite being the butt of many jokes during the first few months I was still somehow getting small improvements. That was good in my book but it was still not enough to satisfy my naysayers. That tiny bit of progression really struck my dad and my sisters but despite that they surprisingly continued to supported me. Whether it was out of love or desperation I do not know, I appreciated it nonetheless.

I admittedly did not take it as serious that first year due to some self-confidence issues but after seeing that small display of support I swore to give my all to succeed. Every practice, every drill, every lesson...I poured all my blood, my sweat and my tears into all of them. Any pieces of advice or information that could help me, I took in by heart.

This was the only possible path that I could take that can validate my status as a true son of the Arc family. This was my last chance to finally...finally...be accepted.

I had to succeed!

I absolutely needed to!

There would be no future for me if I didn't do so.

It was a tough and grueling process but I gave everything I had.

I hoped that I would finally find my way. I thought that my time had finally come. I was naive for thinking that way because in the end…I…I...

I still…failed.

Don't get me wrong I improved a lot from last year but at the most I could handle was one Beowulf or a group of untrained civilians. Nothing at all like my sisters who can go toe to toe with trained hunters and A-class Grimm.

I've received the displeasure of many but the disappointed gaze that I got from my father was unbearable. It was evident in his eyes, I could see the very moment where he realized that I will never measure up to my sisters or the legacy he has built for himself. I could already see it in his body language and his fake smiles...he was...he was giving up on me. I suppose it was inevitable that he would do so in the future but seeing it happen was just shocking to say the least. It hurts even now just thinking about it, of what had happened the day I left my life in Ansel.

(Arc Mansion: Training grounds)

It was mid-afternoon, the Arc Training grounds which was placed within our ludicrously large family estate. It was a mini coliseum that had various weapon racks and advanced training equipment. I had put on my basic protective gear that had the standard light armor plating under the white shirt and black leather padded pants. I just finished my usual morning drills which involved basic conditioning exercises and practicing sword stances. After which I had a a short ten minute break that was interrupted when my dad suddenly appeared.

It looked like it was a last minute decision because my old man was still wearing his trademark general's outfit. Which had his personalized armor adorned with various blue and gold lining as well as a black cape engraved with our family's symbol, the twin golden arcs. His troubled look got me a really worried and seeing him look lost was unnerving.

"Jaune…can we uhm…talk for a bit?" My unusually timid dad asked. I nodded as I propped my practice sword near a training dummy. I grabbed a towel to wipe some of the sweat from my face before heading towards one of the benches near the center of the arena where my dad was seating. I decided to act casual to try and lessen the awkward atmosphere.

"Sooo…what's up?" I asked, taking a seat next to him. In response his face scrunched up a bit as he tried to formulate a reply…

I am not going to exaggerate but I waited 3 whole minutes before he sighed wearily and began to talk.

"Jaune…" I perked up when he finally uttered something, rubbing the back of his head as he continued.

"I am not the most capable when it comes...to people, especially in our family." He stated.

"That's not true dad, I mean a lot of people like you. Heck your soldiers literally worship you." I answered.

"But I did not win them over through words, it was only through action that I've managed to gain respect. Let's be real, when it comes to talking your mother is the best of the best." He said.

No argument there, mom was always sensitive to most folks and she immediately knew what to say or do to lighten a tense situation. Still I felt that it was unfair for him to compare himself to an established physician. That's like comparing an assault rifle with a bandage, their functionalities were world's apart.

"you're not that bad..." I insisted, patting him on shoulder to which he responded with a deadpanned look.

"Remember the time I tussled with that one teacher that bullied Christi at school?" He replied.

Yeah that's going to be a story for another time, I winced a bit when I remembered Mr Morty's disfigured faced after my father pummeled him with our teacher's table.

"Uhm...you're not the worst..."

"It was a great fight don't get me wrong but your mother gave me a stern scolding and made me sleep on the couch for a whole week. So yeah…I think its safe to say that I am quite idiotic when it comes to handling people…hehe" he trailed off as he chuckled at the memory.

"Yeah, well I still think that you're not the worst when it comes to handling people dad. Hehe…" I nervously chuckled.

"Thanks son..." He trailed off as he looked through one of the many inner windows at the top most row of the building. His eyes tracing the slowly descending sun, his troubled look making me more and more restless.

The silence and the dread was killing me so I steeled myself and took the initiative. "Dad?"

"Yeah?" He answered looking back at me with melancholic eyes. It shook my confidence but I took a deep breath to steel my nerves before continuing.

"If you have got something to say please just give it to me straight." I let out, making my father flinch in surprise at my blunt statement. He still looked indecisive so I pressed on.

"You came here for a reason dad and by the looks of it..." Pausing for a bit as I watched him turn away from me.

"It doesn't look good and so with all due respect I would like you to just get on with it." I finished.

I put on a brave face to show that I was ready with whatever bad news he had to give to me. Nothing but false bravado, thankfully it was enough for him to respond. He sighed again before walking closer and putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Jaune…" He began, his face grimacing as he tried to formulate the words before visibly willing himself to say something.

"I know that you have been working hard to improve yourself and you have made some progress…which is good of course…" I nodded and urged him to continue.

"At your current level you would be able to handle some grunts and a Beowulf on a good day for sure…" He praised as if it a major accomplishment in this family. Which is about as good as it gets when it comes to compliments.

"But?" I cut him off, already sensing where the conversation was heading.

His eyes widened in surprise at my interjection, I gave him a look that told him that I didn't want to hear any fake praises. He closed his eyes in resignation before looking at me with those accursed eyes. The ones filled with pity and disappointment, already I could feel a chill in my spine.

"But you are just not fit to become a huntsman…" He stated with finality.

I knew it...I knew that it was coming...

All the signs were there...I told myself that I would be able to take it.

Another loss...Another failed endeavor...What does it matter to add one more to the list?

And yet...It still hurt...It hurts so much...

It was like getting splashed by bucket's worth of icy water. The chill I felt in my spine spread across my body. I prayed that against all odds I had finally found my path in life however I was once again denied.

As his words started to settle in I naturally, tried to reason with him...

"A little too early to say, don't you think? I-I mean some kids train for 7 to 8 years don't they?" I pointed out as I stood up with a jolt.

"Kids Jaune, kids at the age of 4 or 5 the recommended starting age for training. Where the basic fundamentals can be properly drilled into the youth so as to promote better growth in the long run." He shook his head as he explained.

"Is it not possible at my age?" I questioned, not willing to accept this result.

"There are rare cases, however judging by your progression at the most you'll be a competent foot soldier in my defense force." He responded, his words like nails being hammered into my coffin.

"Why not give me a chance! I mean surely things might change after a few more years?" I begged, abandoning any semblance of pride. I could not breathe...I felt as if my whole world was crumbling.

"Jaune it's too slim of a possibility, if nothing happens then you would have wasted your time trying become something you're not. Not everyone can be become a huntsman…" He adamantly replied his eyes failing to meet mine.

"But this is what I want to be and besides there is no other opti-."

"There is always another way Jaune, it's not the end of the world…" He cut in, the brief moment of skepticism on his face betrayed what he really thought.

I spouted reason after reason to try and get another chance but my dad would not have it. Here I was again just another failed attempt, another mistake that would soon haunt me for the rest of my life. I could already see my family walking away to greener pastures while I rot in my own mediocrity. I would be remembered as a failure of a son to one of the most gifted families in Remnant.

A mistake...

A waste...

A disappointment...

Before I knew it my mind was clouded with anger. The utter betrayal that I felt prevented me from stopping myself as I started saying things that to this day I still regret.

"I get it, I get it…" I said condescendingly as I brushed aside my father's arm and took a step back.

"Jaune?" He called out as he looked at me worryingly.

"I'm just not good enough, right?" I stated, making his eyes widen in surprise.

"Jaune it's not like th-."

"Don't lie to me!" I bellowed, my voice echoing all around us.

The anger that built inside me throughout the years just burst and I could not stop myself from raising my voice.

"I'm not stupid father! I hear what your soldiers say! I'm nothing but an embarrassment, someone who won't achieve anything. Even I heard Uncle Cicero say that I was a failure and that our bloodline will die out because of me." My father's eyes widened in at the statement causing his lips to quiver making him stutter for a reply.

"Jau—"

"Be honest with me father! It's always them isn't!? They're always the ones who get EVERYTHING!" I roared as all of my pent up feelings started to surface.

"Jaune please liste—"He tried to cut in but I would not let him.

"No! You listen! I'll never be good enough, that's what you're saying right now right? Because in the end little Jauney boy doesn't measure up to his goddamn sisters! Your little goddesses that have everything at their fingertips and all the talent in the world!"

It was their fault I was like this. Their perfection, their accursed talents...it is an unfair way of thinking but can you blame me? It didn't help that the situation got worse as time continued to pass.

"JAUNE! Don't you dare! They earned their right, they might be prodigies but they still worked hard to become what they are right now!" He barked back as he did not take kindly from anyone insulting his children not even family.

"So what about me then father!? Huh!? I have followed your instructions to the very letter. I have practiced day and night, pushing through the injuries and fighting through all the pain. You told me that it was the Arc's way to never give up, never surrender. So I gave it my all and yet for all the good it did...I am left with the same result! In the end I will always be a failure! Sometimes…..sometimes I wonder…why? Why was I even born in this family!?" I screamed, my voice echoing all around us.

We just stared each other for a few minutes until my father looked away before saying…

"Maybe you were never my son to begin with…"

It was a silent whisper, almost imperceptible but with little to no sound coming from our surroundings it was clear as day. That statement just stopped me dead, I just looked at him in silent fury.

HOW DARE HE!?

My rage started to guide my actions as I jumped at him with my fist in the air ready to pummel his face. He is distracted, my mind told me but my father was not a huntsman for nothing. My father reacted in a flash as he punched me in the chest with such force that I was sent flying through a weapons rack near the exit.

"Gah!"

Pain…that was all I could feel as I slowly stood up, my gaze never once leaving my father. His arm was still outstretched but his eyes were wide in shock as if he could not believe what had happened. It seems that it was just instinct that guided his actions rather than malice.

"Ja-aune…" he shakily said, the weight of his actions fully dawned on to him.

It took a bit to move seeing as some of the bladed weapons fell on me. While I was not impaled or anything I still got a few cuts and some bruises. I had to gnash my teeth as I propped myself with a sword. I gasped pain as the lacerations I sustained started to register in my mind. I continued to glare at him until sadness started to over take me. Tears began to take form as my rage subsided and depression started to sink in.

"I-I-I guess yo—you are right." I said weakly, wobbling for a bit as I tried to balance myself.

My father started to slowly walk toward me while putting his hands up and tried to immediately explain "Son...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I-i just..."

"No no…you…you are absolutely right fath—Mr. Arc…"

The hurt in his eyes almost felt vindicating if it wasn't for the fact that I was feeling the same if not worse. Slowly, I backed away from him and before I knew it I was running to the exit. I desperately wante- no needed to be alone, anywhere but home. As I made my way towards the exit I could hear my father chasing after me…

"JAUNE! Wait, I didn't mean it! I didn't! Please stop! Ju-…just stop!" He yelled, his voice filled with regret.

Years of huntsman training gave him superior speed and soon the head start that I got would diminish. Luckily my desperation and adrenaline allowed me to reach the exit door first. I immediately closed it and went to the access panel to the right and swiped my family key card in the opposite direction to lock it, a trick one of my sisters taught me at a young age. Not a moment too soon as I heard my father collide with the door.

"Open the door Jaune!" He commanded.

I didn't say anything as my mind worked quickly knowing that I had few precious seconds before my father destroys my temporary obstruction. I immediately went to work on the access panel and tried to initiate a lock down phase to reinforce the door. While I blazed through each command icons my father continued to pound the door. Again luck was on my side as the Arc building's inherent lock down activated and an energy shield dropped down just as the door exploded, preventing my father from reaching me.

"Lock down!?" he exclaimed.

I slowly backed away wordlessly looking at him. He put his hands on the shield as he started to plead.

"Jaune please! I am sorry! Come back! I'm not going to hurt you! We can still talk this out!"

I shook my head before running past the Arc mansion's gates leading out to the Grey Forest. I never looked back and all I could hear was the sound of my father still trying to pound his way out of the shield and yelling my name.

(THE GREY FOREST)

I remember running, the sounds of grass giving way as I sprinted into the Grey forest. I can still recall seeing a few rabbits and squirrels running away, scared of the sounds that I was making. I can still…still feel the blood dripping from the small cuts all around my body as I continued to push myself to the very limit.

It didn't take me two seconds to realize that I was in a bad situation. Not only did I just enter a forest without any equipment, the sky was getting darker. By the time I stopped I had no idea where I was in relation to anything.

I found a bit of solace in one of the many trees that surrounded me. As I sat down my exhausted body immediately crumpled. The adrenaline in my body had already dissipated and my wounds started to really hurt. My survival instinct kicked in, immediately taking stock of my situation.

As always, I took note of the negatives first. The most problematic was not having any means to contact anyone, not that the forest had any good connection to begin with. I also have various small cuts and bruises that will get infected if not treated properly. To top it all of, I was in the middle of nowhere in a forest that housed a few Grimm at night time.

"Great…just my luck." I said sarcastically.

As my senses started to come back I noticed that I still had the sword that I used to prop myself up after father sent me flying. Unfortunately it was just a wooden training blade.

Ha! Out of all the weapons that I could have grabbed, a training sword is what I took. I could not help but chuckle at the thought. I guess in a way it was fitting for a worthless warrior to have an equally useless weapon. Still for some reason I held it close to me like a friend.

"Well at least I have you buddy, if I ever need a fire or give a Grimm a few nasty bruises you'll be the first to know." Do forgive me if I looked completely insane as I started to converse with an inanimate object, a clear indication of just how horrible my day went.

Look at it from my perspective, I had absolutely nothing on me to survive in the forest. I was depressed and most people know that negativity attracts Grimm. So unless there are other brooding teenagers in the forest I was going to be dead before morning.

I was so sure that I was going to die that I decided to at least have a friend to keep me company.

"I'm going to call you Woody, as thanks for helping me up back at the coliseum…" In my defense there aren't a lot of names you can give to a wooden sword.

So there I was, a bloodied teen and a training sword named Woody just leaning on a tree waiting for either Grimm or infection to kill me. I didn't want things to end like this but I had no choice.

No way out...

No other option to consider...

No chances left...

Heh! Pretty much sums up my life...

A fitting end for a failure...

...

I don't know what possessed me but as I wait for my inevitable demise, I had the sudden urge to tell a story.

"You know Woody there's a story about the Grey Forest. Do you want to hear it?" I asked as if I wasn't alone.

My naturally silent companion had agreed in my mind so I continued.

"You see my grandpa would always tell me a story before I go to sleep. He showed me so many tales but there was one that I would always look forward to. It was called the "Tale of the Grey Knight..."

A long, long time ago when Humanity was young and the moon was whole. A time where Man alone roamed the earth and commanded the elements. A time that was thought to be peaceful but as you know their kind was never made to be so chivalrous.

War...battles waged on every corner of the globe. Hundreds, thousands of lives wasted by those who thought themselves rulers, Gods even. An era of chaos that had no end in sight.

Some sought for peace...Many wished for fame and glory...Others only wanted to be in solitude. It was in this troubled time that many notable figures would rise and bring change. Heroes and villains from different factions, their stories echoing across the nation. But amongst all of them there only one such figure that would hold the fate of the world in their hands.

Surprisingly it was in the infamous city of Desdemona, a cesspool filled with adulterers, murderers, thieves and all manner of criminals.

It was here where a poor boy struggled for life only to die...

And the man the world waited for was born.

He was called Rien by the townsfolk for he had nothing.

No family, no possession, no skills or wit, nothing...not even a dream or goal to call his own.

His looks were nothing to write about and his body was as frail as they come.

He had no origin or any knowledge as to how he got to the city.

He had nowhere to go for no place would take him. He did not have any friends because everyone ignored him. It was as if he was a ghost. A life that was over before it could even begin, for his future was taken away

A life unwanted...

Many in his situation would have chosen to escape, to give up, this boy however was different.

For his will to live was strong, he instead accepted his circumstances and tried to make the best of them.

He chose to persevere where others would not...

In a city filled with evil, where his constant companions were the worst of humanity. He alone remained pure of heart, always seeing the light in the darkest of places.

His attitude resembled that of the knights, the protectors of the weak and heralded heroes of various kingdoms.

It is no surprise that when he was presented knowledge of these icons of justice that the boy dreamed of becoming one of them.

Tales of bravery on the battlefield...Stories of the weak rising from the ashes...A world full of opportunity...

All of these fueled his desire to live, such was the mindset of the noble youth.

Many would expect that the boy will one day be able to achieve his dream.

Perhaps an event would propel him to new heights? A wandering hero on a quest would take him? The possibilities were endless in his mind.

However, Fate did not smile upon this youth as no one came and nothing would change.

It was only a matter of time until his world would crumble...

For those who have principle and virtue are not welcome in the accursed city of Desdemona.

His kindness would be corrupted as it served the will of the most vile.

His belief in the good in all humans cursed him to trust the untrustworthy.

All the good that he possessed only sent him further and further into madness.

In the end he was cast out of the city, left for dead in a sickly forest.

Broken both in mind and in body the poor boy did what he could to survive but fate would remain cruel to him.

There was nothing that could heal him...nothing to save him from his predicament.

The only thing that he could find solace in was a dead tree in the middle of a clearing.

It did not take long before the reaper came knocking at his door.

"What have I done...What have I done to deserve this fate..." His empty cries echoing into to the dark skies only to be replied with rain and thunder.

"Why give me life, only to take it away from me." He asked, as his lifeblood dripped unto the earth, the precious liquid coating the tree that sheltered him.

"Why...why me..." He whimpered as what little strength he had slowly disappeared.

"All...I...wanted...was...a...chance"

As his vision started to fade, he heard something. It was difficult to discern in his final moments be he managed to comprehend just enough.

"So it begins again..."

"(Cough) (Cough) There is more to it but...Ugh!" I gasped out as the cool night air started to freeze my body. I pulled Woody close in a desperate attempt to warm myself but it did nothing.

As time continued to pass and my blood started to dry up, I could feel my eyelids starting to droop. I tried to stay awake through pain but my whole body just felt dull and cold. Before I knew it, I slowly drifted to sleep…

"I guess...this...is...the…...end…"

J….

I hear something…

J..u...n….

Its faint, like a whisper…

..a...e!

It's getting louder, almost as if someone is yelling…

J...U..E!

I feel...I feel warmth enter my body...

JAUNE!

Something hit me with the force of a cannon shot, forcing my consciousness to awaken.

I woke up gasping for air as I felt my body fix itself. The numerous bruises and gashes that adorned my body slowly disappearing. I felt something building inside me, like a balloon that's slowly inflating past its limits. Trying to hold it in was fruitless as it grew faster and faster until whatever it was burst.

I could only scream as white light erupted out of my body and into the night sky. My entire being was on fire, every limb, every nerve was burning. I tried closing my eyes due to how much the brightness was blinding me but it was for naught. Fear gripped me as I thought that the pain would never end but it dissipated as soon as it came.

"(Cough)...(Cough)(Cough)...What the hell was that!?" I weakly asked as my body was still feeling some lingering pain. I groaned a bit as I tried to move but seeing as that led to more pain I remained still. I didn't want to open my eyes because of how much it just hurt to move them but I needed to get my bearings so I slowly opened them.

"What...is...happening?" I asked bewildered as I was greeted to the sight of glowing trees and plants. The leaves were glowing white, illuminating everything around me. The wood and grass turned grey as if a child splashed grey paint on them. I watched in fascination as some leaves fell that on my lap slowly crumbled into nothingness almost like sand.

"Is this a dream?" I immediately thought. Surely it was seeing as I might have passed out of blood loss but as strength returned to my body I began to stand. I took Woody with me and placed him on my back where my training suit had a sheath, as I wandered around my transformed surroundings.

It was beautiful in a eerie, fantasy like way especially since there was some sort of weird humming. It was difficult to describe as it sounded neither happy nor sad. It was most definitely pleasing to hear, heck before I knew it I was spellbound by the music as I tried to look for the source. I continued to walk to who knows where until I found a path. It was as if the forest was split in half, like the trees the road was shining just as bright.

"One final dance..." A voice echoed.

"What?" I said as I walked through the stoned path to nothingness.

"Bitter isn't it…" Another voice replied.

"It always is old friend, it always is..."

There were voices, male from what I could tell. I stayed silent as I walked on curious as to what this was all about.

"Why do we bother when the result always remains the same?" The man sounded like the high class type, one that could probably be a singer or actor. At least that's what Leonardo would tell me they would sound like.

"Because we have to, we don't have a choice." This one was rough and tired, he had like a war veteran feel to him. It reminded me of my grandfather.

"I miss the times when we still thought that what we were doing meant something, don't you John?The man with velvety voice asked.

"I do too Jack, I do too...John replied.

John and Jack huh? Not the names I would have expected.

Slowly I started to see something shining brighter than all the trees around me at the end of the road.

"Well I suppose I shouldn't dawdle for too long. I wish...I desperately wish that we had more time, I am truly sorry old friend. He said with genuine pity.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I hope that *" He replied.

Interference, like static, censored what John was about to say, perhaps it was because I was getting closer to whatever was shining in the distance.

"Our *… I will * them forever…" Jack said as static started to increase the closer I got to the light.

"Thank you * , that is more * I can * for." John replied his voice growing weaker and weaker.

I reached a point where light just filled my vision but I stayed determined and continued walking. My curiosity was killing me and I had to know what was going on.

"* * * Jack…"

"* * * John…"

What were they saying? Who are these people? I wondered. Unfortunately these questions will remain unanswered as the voices stopped. My short trek was about to end as the light started to dim and my eyes could finally see what lay at the end of the road.

It was a big clearing, a ring of trees made of white marble surrounding one gigantic tree whose height stretched up to the sky. There were flowers as well, white as the broken moon and had a few glowing yellow buds protruding from the middle. They were littered everywhere on a floor that seem to reflect the night sky above. Words cannot describe the sheer beauty that was put on display in front of me.

I took a tentative step forward, too enamored by the sight of it all.

"Beautiful…" I could not help but say.

As I continued to observe, I could not help but focus on the big tree in the middle. I walked closer until I noticed something written at the center of its massive trunk.

Damn it! It was there but I just can't seem to read it. The words seemed comprehensible yet I could not perceive them, if that makes sense? Not seeing a solution I looked around and saw a peculiar thing. There was a small table made entirely out of silver and a chalice made of the same material.

"Huh? How could I miss that?" I said to no one in particular as I walked towards it.

There was a fairly sized, decorated knife with the chalice. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires and various other jewels adorned its body. In the middle of the handle was a symbol of some kind. It liked one big circle that numerous interconnecting lines that traveled all over it.

Dismissing the design for a bit I decided to reach out and grasped the handle to further inspect the blade.

"Sceau de sang"

I recoiled as saw some words flash in my mind.

"Sceau de sang?" It was an ancient word from the old world. It was French if I recall, one of many languages that were used before the new council introduced a single unified language known as "Common".

How do I know? Well you see Leonardo inspired me by explaining how cool it would be to have your own language that only you could speak. So as I got suckered in so easily, I went and got a few books. Luckily, French was something I was somewhat adept in.

I tested the words in my mouth and tried to connect the translations.

"Sel...Seele? No...Seal and the other is...Blu...Blood...hmm...Blood Seal?" I managed to get out. Huh, a rather strange name for a blade I thought as I grabbed the handle. Slowly running my finger on blunt side but the beauty of the blade distracted me to the point that my index finger got cut.

"Ouch, it is quite sharp…" I grimaced, but I ignored the pain as I watched a small drop of my blood fall into the chalice. There was small ringing sound like a bell getting with by hammer. I looked around and noticed one of letters on the trunk started glowing.

"T* * * * * * * * *"

I can actually comprehend it now! I look back at the small drops of blood from my finger and back to the chalice finally realizing the price I have to pay. Not liking the idea of what I was about to do I steeled myself as I placed the sharp side of the knife on my palm. I grit my teeth in preparation as I slowly sliced my hand open.

To my surprise there was no pain only the feeling of release as I watched a steady stream of blood fall perfectly down towards the chalice like a small waterfall.

It seemed there was something at work as the blood flowed unnaturally straight into the chalice and was soon filled to the brim. My wound closed as if it never existed. I put the knife back to the table and turned around, sure enough I could now see the whole sentence.

"They who are willing to suffer, shall have the path be opened unto them..."

Not something I understood completely as I kept on rereading the phrase. After a while I noticed a shape starting to form below the writing. After a few seconds it turned into sword shaped hole.

"Am I supposed to place something, but I don't have a swo-"

The weight on my back became all the more apparent as I remembered Woody. I grasped the wooden hilt and removed it from the sheath. I tried to see if my wooden companion would fit into the shape on the tree. To my surprise it did! But before I could place it fully inside, I hesitated.

"Will it eat it up?" I wondered. I am a very sentimental person at heart. While the sword and I had no long standing history. It has helped me in the training grounds and the forest as well as...keeping me company as I wallowed in my misery. Not to mention it was my only weapon other than my bare fists so I silently weighed my options.

It was only after a few seconds that I realized that I was screwed either way. I was too far gone into this mysterious place and I had nowhere to go back to. I looked back to Woody and gave it a small pseudo hug, I wished it good luck before placing it into the tree.

I waited there...for approximately 5 minutes just staring at the tree with Woody inside it. Nothing was happening and well I was actually quite disappointed.

"Man what a rip o-" (CRACK)

As if the tree was waiting to interrupt me, Woody was slowly merging with gargantuan plant. I tried to keep track of my wooden sword but after a while it slowly disappeared. Before I could say anything a monstrous howl shook the earth.

"The hell was that?" I said. It sounded like one of those sea dragons that my sister Christina would mention in one of her travels as a huntress.

Fear gripped my heart as I desperately looked around for the source. There was no movement in the trees and there was no way for anything to come up from the ground. Up above was the sky littered with stars and the broken moon was at the very center. My imagination and fear created phantoms of massive and horrific beasts that could swoop down and devour me.

I shakily took a few steps back slowly making my way to the tree until I was firmly pressed against its somewhat comforting trunk. My mind going crazy as I became so paranoid that every noise and shadow was hinting at something sinister coming my way. I remained as still as possible, not moving until I could see a threat.

I almost shouted when I felt something shift behind me. Taking a deep breathe, I slowly turned around to witness the trunk of the massive tree create an opening. As the wood started to shift and retreat into itself a bright light had once again blinded me. Had the situation been different I would have hesitated to enter but fear drove me to not waste any time so I rushed inside. Once I entered I didn't stop running until I felt safe. It was only after making some distance from that the entrance did I decide to look behind me. What I saw gripped my whole being with terror...

O O

A pair of glowing red eyes were glaring back at me...

Due to the distance the face was difficult to discern but I could see a hint of a smile on the unknown being's face. I had half a mind to scream out in terror but luckily my pride remained intact as the opening had finally closed.

"Huff...Huff...holy crap..." I uttered, my shaking legs giving out sending me crashing to wooden floor absolutely breathless.

It took some time before I could compose myself and once I did I began to investigate my surroundings. There was a small ornate chandelier lighting up the rather dark room, illuminating some tables and chairs. Aside from those there was a large circular table in the middle with a grey book on top of it.

I walked towards the table, getting a better look at the mysterious piece of literature. It was in terrible shape, the cover was dusty and the pages seemed really worn out, it looked like it might disintegrate if I just touched it.

"The Tale of..."

That was the title in dull grayish color. It was as if the writer was in the middle of finishing it but got cut off. Seeing as it's the only point of interest in the room I slowly placed my hands on it. Before I could consider the consequences, I was gripped by some force as the book started to emit a grayish hue. Before I could let go all the feeling in my body disappeared my consciousness faded into nothing…

Black…

Nothingness..

Despair…

A sound…

In the distance? I cannot say for there is no understanding this place…

"What do you fear?" Asked a ghastly voice in the darkness, causing chills to reverberated all around my body.

...

"What do you fear?" It asked again.

"I...I...fear many things…" I answered weakly, my strength sapped from me.

"Then what do you fear the most?" It insisted, its tone eager to hear from me.

"D-d-death..." I said, knowing that one's end is to be feared.

"No...you welcome it...your soul bears no ill will for death…" It denied sounding irritated at my response.

"Being left behind..." I answered once more, a fear born out of my memories from my family.

"You are not being honest, that is not what makes you quiver in the night nor does it break your spirit. Oh...no no no...your fear is one that is shared by many."

"What?" I asked wanting to know.

...

"What is it?" Again I asked as I received no response.

...

"TELL ME!" I cried out the frustration bursting from my soul.

"Your greatest fear...is your lack of purpose…"

"To lose yourself to the sands of time, not knowing what could have been..."

"To turn into nothing more than dust discarded at sea..."

"To fade away, as your mark on history will fail to manifest itself."

"I can feel the need...the desire...the desperation for...Purpose."

Its echoing words around me rang true in my heart...

"Tell me dreamer, how far will you go to gain such a thing?"

"Anywhere"

"Should you be given a purpose, what will you do to achieve it?"

"Anything"

"Strong words Dreamer but words mean nothing, they do not tell me if you are worthy. You must open yourself to me, you must let me bare witness to who you are and who you can become...I must see the totality that is 'you'."

"I...I..."

"Are you refusing me?"

"No...do as you please..."

"Very well..."

I felt something unravel within me as my whole being was put on display.

I felt free yet so vulnerable...

...

"I can see it, a troubled youth, a destiny torn away, pain and suffering await you at every turn. Your journey is filled with overwhelming struggles and a dark end. A boy cast away by those he loves, a cycle of loss and tragedy. Rejoice dreamer for you are suitable. However the path that you will be given will demand sacrifices, so many sacrifices, will you be able to give them when the time comes?"

"..."

"The path of the Grey cannot be abandoned once committed, you must be sure of your answer."

...

"An answer dreamer, what does your heart tell you?" It asked with an odd tone of compassion.

I searched within me, trying to find anything...

There was a beat...

Then another...

And another...

A warm sensation...

Light...

A surge of energy...

Strength...

An unbreakable will...

Determination...

I...

"I will accept the path given to me, no matter the cost."

"Hmm...very well, an acceptable answer dreamer. It seems that the hands of destiny are at work here."

"What do you mean?"

"Another time for now awaken, Jaune Arc for you now carry the legacy of the Grey…"

Light started to illuminate the darkness and my sense of self started to piece together. There was a figure covered in shadow...

A man in armor...

A knight?

"Wait! Where do I need t-"

"To Beacon, the shining academy for hunters shall be your beginning. Go now dreamer, may you persevere..."

"I still have questions!" I tried to reach out to him but in a flash he was gone…

I woke up with a start and found myself in a clearing. It was the same ring of trees but there were no lights or glowing paths. I looked towards the center, expecting the giant tree only to find something else.

An angel made of white marble, carrying a large case made of the finest wood I have ever seen. It beckoned me, there was a pull of some sort as I slowly approached it. I remember seeing the expression of the angel. Full of grief and despair, with tears streaking down its eyes. It looked real...almost too human...

Why was it crying? What was it presenting to me?

Slowly I placed my hands on the finely made box and opened it.

Magnificent...

It was the only word that I could describe it. A sword sheathed in a heavily decorated container filled with designs that would make all the artists I've met, giddy with excitement. Jewels of all shapes and sizes adorned the sheath, each golden line holding so much history. It was as if it was telling a story however as I grasped the hilt it all disappeared slowly like dust. It was left blank except it now carried my family emblem the twin moons of gold. Not to be deterred by the loss of beauty, I slowly pulled the blade out and left it to bask in the moonlight, as I witnessed its full glory.

Crocea Mors

Yellow Death...that was its name...it came to me as I held it...an old friend.

It seemed to shine brighter as the weapon seemed to attract the moon light. It too carried the Arc emblem in the middle of its cross guard...

I was enamored by its simplistic design, it was definitely plain but it held a certain very dangerous edge to it like it should never be underestimated. I put it back in the sheath and looked further in the box to find a full suit of basic combat armor, it reminded me of the same armor that Grandpa would wear. White armor plates and flexible iron leggings, as well as black standard combat boots and gloves. I put it all over my protective gear, marveling at the fact that it fit me perfectly. I took the sword out and put on the weapons belt that came with it.

I felt...pretty good...the weight of everything was not too bad, to be honest it almost weighed like nothing. I checked the box if there was anything else and in fact there was. A necklace that had a string of pure silver carrying a small gray heart that had a lock. I was unsure if I should take it but something was pushing me to do so. Throwing caution out of the wind I took it and put it around my neck. The weight felt comforting and almost familiar as if it was something I always carried, a smile came to face as it lied close to my beating heart.

With everything gone I closed the case and walked away, the moon seemed to rain down light on me and I felt a rush of energy...a chill in my spine.

As I continued to walk I heard a whisper behind me... I turned and saw the angel with its wings of marble spread. Its white eyes glowing as its gaze focus on me.

"Woe is the dreamer...For he has once again been chosen...Woe is the journey...For it is always perilous...Woe is the end...For it will forever remain the same..."

Like a flash it was gone...

Not the most encouraging of words but I shook my head of my hesitation and made my way out of the clearing. As I started to see signs of a road, my mind was still in shock over what had happened.

All of those things could not have been a dream...

Why did the voice say that the hands of destiny were at work?

What is the path of the Grey?

I looked back to where my home was located feeling hesitant to leave without saying goodbye...

"Nothing but a failure..."

I felt anger stir within me...

"Jaune...I'm sorry but you need to stay in your room for a while..."

"But sis I-"

"No buts! Please I need you to go now!"

Fists started to form...

"A stain in our family's history. It's such a shame!"

I grit my teeth as felt my past crawl at my back.

"He is not good enough..."

"He's a sham!"

"Nothing like his sisters!"

"Is he really an Arc?"

Perhaps it was madness...I don't know...maybe it was irrational anger...

However I suddenly felt something in my hand...

It was...it was my keycard? Huh...I didn't even reach for it, hell I didn't know that it was still in my pocket.

I went to pocket it back again but I was struck with the sudden urge to look at it. I could not help but smile as I saw the small drawings that I had placed on it. A big shield with a red cross in the middle, around it were seven lovely flowers. My family...

I remember doing that after they had gifted that to me during my eight birthday.

"Happy Birthday son! You are one step closer to being a fully fledged man! Hahaha! Come! Eat to your heart's content my boy! Here have some steak and sausages, the meat is always the best for growth! Trust me your mother told me after all."

"Okay dad!"

"I said meat and greens Julius! A balanced diet is a must for ideal growth! Speaking of greens, you didn't forget to buy them before the party did you?"

"Uhh..."

"Did...you...dear?"

"..."

"Ah! Julius get back here!"

...

"Happy Birthday little bro! Come here and give your big sister Helen a hug! Hey! Julie stop painting that plant and get over here already!"

"Give me a moment the scene is just about to be perfect. The natural light from the sun should be at the right setting in about thirty minutes or so."

"Haa...forget about her Jaune, here let me show you a dance move that I've been practicing just for you!"

...

"Oh they grow up so fast, don't they Lili? It feels like it was only yesterday that we were helping mom tuck Jaune in before going to sl-"

"You're rambling again Mat."

"Oh sorry I forgot where I was for a second, hehe."

"Its fine just don't forget to give your present.

...

"We have been through this a couple of times, Claire! It's just Jaune! What's there to be afraid of!?"

"...No..."

"Ugh! A little help here Martha?"

"Claire deary, what seems to be the problem?"

"...I...might...scare...him..."

"Don't be silly, come on its our little brother's birthday and we should all be there."

"...But..."

"No buts! I am going to open this door, cuddle my baby brother to death and enjoy the party. So help me OUM I will throw you through the walls if I have to Claire!"

"That's a little excessive Christi..."

"..."

"Alright! You asked for this!"

"WAIT CHRISTI!"

(CRASH)

"Ugh...that...hurt...huh?"

"Big sis Claire?"

"...J-ja-jaune..."

"Big sis Claire!"

"Ha! What did I tell you, the little guy loves you! Hahaha...Happy Birthday Jaune!"

"Sigh...I wish you very Happy Birthday Jaune. I'll be having a word with you later Christi."

"..."

"Big sis Claire?"

"...Happy...Birthday...Jaune."

...

We were all happy then...

No reputations at stake...

No worries or problems...

I can still go back...I don't have to do this alone...maybe...maybe things will get better...

As I held on to the golden card, I expected to see more good memories.

"Maybe you were never my son to begin with..."

Slowly I grasped the card with both of my hands...

(SNAP!)

I watched as the two pieces fell to the ground and I promptly turned away, never looking back...

I don't know what I got myself into but one thing is for sure, I will see it to the end...

After that I proceeded to take whatever resources I could to help me get out of Ansel. I withdrew as much as possible from my savings and then took a discounted flight to Vale. Surprisingly managing to get away scot-free despite the large influence my family had. Once the plane landed I contacted an old acquaintance hoping to Oum that he would be kind enough to allow me to bunk with him until I can formulate a plan.

Lucky for me, he was and after doing him a few more favors I managed to find someone who could help me get into Beacon. How I managed to get those transcripts is something that I will explain in due time. I apologize but I am going to need some shut eye before my nervousness or my motion sickness kills me.

As the tiredness started to kick in I could not help but gently grasp the gray heart the lie at my chest. A calm energy cloaked my body as my eyes closed.

"Get some rest...Little Knight..."