Welcome My Fellow Readers, I'm presuming you are a fellow fan of Warhammer 40k and RWBY. I welcome you to my Story of Rogal Dorn in a Foreign Place a place he has never been before. Please know that this is my First Story so please Grant me constructive criticism. May The Emperor guide us and may the Story Begin.

3rd Person

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists was outnumbered, outgunned but never outmatched. The Lord Primarch was on his way to Mars for repairs and new ships but was stopped when a Chaos fleet Intercepted their movements. He is a last-ditch attempt boarded the Chaos vessel, Despoiler-Class, 'Sword of Sacrilege' along with his sons. He readied his weapons, 'Storm's Teeth' his trusty Chainsword and the 'Voice of Terra' his magnificent Bolter. He looked at his sons, giving them all a prideful look, even past his stoic scowl his sons could tell he was Proud. They smiled before donning their helms, "My Sons, we are going into a hopeless battle, but we do not need hope. Our only need is the guidance of The Emperor, The Allfather, we are his mighty wroth, we are his greatest soldiers, we are Astartes. Our enemies fall beneath us. We all may die but our legacies live on."

Their boarding torpedo, fired out of the torpedo tube of their Strike Cruiser, The Astartes were praying for glorious deaths so that they could reach a seat at The Emperor's table. The Primarch merely looked on in sadness as this would be his last battle with his sons, he quickly grew determined to make it his best.

They felt the boarding torpedo smash into the hull of the Chaos ridden vessel, the hatch opened and the battle began not before a resounding cry of 'FOR THE EMPEROR' Raged through the Chaos ship. Some Chaos filth from other Vessels would say that they could hear it, they would be correct. The battle raged, for every loyalist lost, twenty traitors would die, Rogal would make sure of it as he cleaved his Chainsword through three traitor space marines. Another war cry reverberated through the ship, "Primarch-Progenitor, to your glory and the Glory of Him on earth!"

They fought with all their heart and secondary heart with the Emperor by their side. As they ravaged through the Ship they eventually reached the bridge and exterminated the crew. In the height of the battle, a Chainsword was driven through the Auric armour and a fist fell from the Primarch's holy arm. The offending party soon died with a Chainsword's teeth through both hearts then driven upwards bisecting the chest, neck and head.

The space marines caught wind of such an atrocity befalling their Primarch their fury was Legendary and Holy. One Space Marine even took the Primarch's fist and started to ask for extraction, it was granted, a shark assault boat soon retrieved the marine back to the Strike Cruiser. One which soon Warp Traveled To Mars along with the rest of the Fleet.

Soon enough the space marines dwindled down to none, not before killing at least fifty or more each. The last of them fell but their holy Primarch continued fighting with ferocity Khorne would be envious of.

The Primarch fought with divine valour but it eventually wasn't enough and he was swarmed but in a moment of divine intervention a light brighter than any other was released in the bridge and died down soon after the Primarch wasn't there. He had escaped by some divine being's intervention, The Emperor truly was a saviour.

Unknown to the Imperial Fists all across the Galaxy, they suddenly felt the absence of their Father. The sadness was indescribable, but it evolved into righteous fury and another reason to fight. They required penance and they would offer the lives of heretics as currency to repay it.

The essence and soul of Rogal Dorn were sent to a faraway land, a land of new obstacles, new people, but with a new task that the Emperor can only trust him to do and succeed. His Praetorian would be happy, and so he wished Rogal farewell…

For the time being.

Remnant, Atlas

Baby twins were born on this day, the Heir to the Schnee Dust Company, Eran Cornelius Schnee, a strange name it may have been but it seemed to fit quite well, and his Younger Twin Weiss Schnee. Both had hair as white as snow but Eran was much larger than any baby they had ever seen, he had white iris' with a black ring around the aforementioned iris. Jacques was very pleased he looked over the two in their crib, he couldn't help but get the feeling that these two would do great things.

Growing up Jacques and Willow could see that Eran was different, he had an eerie amount of discipline. Using it as a tool to become superior to most and to enhance and exceed everyone's expectations. Perfect scores on most if not all tests and classes he was the model student and soldier. However, Eran was never able to access his aura therefore unable to use his semblance. This didn't transition to a better living in the Schnee household, Jacques grew more demanding of him, Jacques even grew to think that Eran was a faulty investment because his boy couldn't even use his semblance. Eran's mother cared and loved her children, however, it didn't stop her alcoholism from interfering which led to somewhat motherless childhood.

Winter tried to fill the gap in the family however with her studies and eventual military career, her goal to act comparable to a motherly figure quickly became a wish. However, they had a wonderful sibling relationship it was wonderful and pure.

This caused the bond between the twins to grow and strengthen throughout their childhood through thick and thin they would assist each other. The bond would be tested thoroughly when their father brought them along to see one of the SDC's mines.

SDC Mine

It was a Wednesday, they landed on a bullhead pad beside the road, there was a massive mountain on one side of the road with several mine shafts. Dump trucks would subsequently flow out of the mine shafts, which would then be headed to the purification facility placed far away for safety purposes. The SDC mine was what you would expect from the largest Dust company in the World to be, efficient, slightly awkward (How Jacques put it) in terms of working conditions and heavily guarded.

They were observing the operation silently alongside their father who merely observed the operation with glee at seeing the line of dump trucks coming out of the mine shaft, only one of several. Once they followed their father into one of the mine shafts they truly had to grasp the size of the operation. It was marvellous, Dust flowed in rivers along with the mountain's innards. It looked like the stuff of legend and myth but here it was, it looked like the Dwarf Kingdom talked about in the book The Hobbit, 'Erebor was it?' thought Eran, by one J.R.R. Tolkien who sadly died in the Great War but his books lived on.

The workers used excavators with hydraulic breakers and buckets, bulldozers, loaders, jackhammers, pickaxes, shovels, etc. The sheer size of the operation was mind-boggling and to think that this was still the first stage. They both felt their pride swell knowing that their father brought this all together and brought the SDC to new heights.

Jacques was overlooking the operation alongside his son and daughter both fourteen but with major differences, wait no, to be honest, it was mostly just growth, sex and overall physicality.

Eran was already taller than most men at 6'1, was constantly in need of larger clothing and was quite an intimidating sight to behold. His eyes were scanning the mines for possible threats with his helm at his side and his warhammer in hand laying on his shoulder, skin white like Weiss'. Meanwhile, Weiss was 5'1 had a good figure for a girl her age and her eyes were specifically fixated on the dust and her weapon frequently switching her attention between the two. Searching for new capabilities she could implement to her beloved Myrtenaster, which was still in its sheath.

They both decided to bring their armour and weapons from Atlas Academy, the elder twin had heavy plate armour along with his weapon of choice a massive warhammer. The armour was coloured black with a cloth over the cuirass that went down to the mid-thigh which was black with a white Schnee family crest with a White ring of electricity around the crest. Eran's helm was adorned with antlers, the helm was black and the horns were coloured snow white. The helm didn't allow for the visor to open or close but had a T-shaped hole for less constricted breathing and greater sight. Under the plate armour was a layer of thick black chainmail and under that were his clothes a black T-shirt and dark blue pants with black socks and black steel toe military boots.

The warhammer had a steel spike on the bottom of the handle and at the other end of the hammer so it could be used for stabbing on both ends. The face of the hammer didn't have a flat surface alas it had several edges jutting out of it in a triangular fashion and on the opposite side of the head was a raven-beak spike. The handle was Black rolled with Leather for better grip and had several White paint inlays for decoration. The warhammer was completely Black with Snow White decoration including the SDC symbol on the side of the Hammer's head.

Eran adopted a battle style that was extensively dependant on the user's strength, grit and dexterity. The reasons are the following, an incredible amount of strength is needed to wield the hammer and doubly so with one arm, grit was required to sustain a prolonged fight and dexterity was compulsory to utilise the momentum of the Hammer to make demoralising hits.

Eran used electric dust on some of the points of the edges of the hammer's face so that every time he landed a hit on his enemies electricity would course through their veins along with the pain of the hit. To add to his arsenal he knew he had a slight problem with ranged attacks so he rectified that by using the electric dust to create a beam of electricity to hit his more distanced targets.

Weiss' abilities and multiple uses of dust made her quite reliant to dust which was a significant downside but also gave her more flexible manoeuvres of attack and defence. Weiss was absurdly by the book and was very reliant on her perfected form and practised abilities. She was an all-round tool like an Atlas army knife, small yet advantageous. Weiss was wearing a thigh-length strapless dress with a faint colour gradation from white to pale blue at the hem. A small piece of black lace sits in the front of her neckline and the hem of the dress is scalloped and stitched to resemble snowflakes, with layers of white tulle under the skirt. Over this, she wears a bell-sleeved bolero with the same colour gradation as her dress from shoulder to wrist, lined in red and with a ruffled collar. On the back of the bolero is the Schnee crest.

She also wore a small apple pendant on a silver chain and thin, rectangular silver earrings. Her boots are white, wedged heels and higher at the back than the front. They have a small silver decoration across the top of the foot and are lined in red. A thin white sash is tied around her waist with a pouch attached to the back.

They were dragged abruptly from their reminiscing of the marvellous sight by their father, "Eran, Weiss you will bring a new age to the SDC, I hope that the legacy continues for eternity. Our family will be stronger with you, succeed so that I may be proud." The CEO spoke with pride, ferocity and passion, similar to a Dictator from the history books. Guess they weren't too different, at least their Father wasn't a hardcore racist.

Eran spoke up, "We will father and we will make your dream a reality. Won't we Weissy?" Deadly serious but still had a supportive tone in that last bit as he put his hammer in its sheath on his back and then brought his hand to the top of His Twin Sister's Head rubbing it lovingly. Weiss grew annoyed at the slight dig at her height by puffing her cheeks but soon after responded, "Yes, we will." In a slightly agitated but mostly calm tone and a hint of pride.

A moment of peace was granted to the parent and children everything was calm but the sounds of all the machinery and… gunfire?

Jacques reacted almost instantaneously, a calm expression was replaced with one of unadulterated rage. "Damn Fang." He spoke in a low but dangerous voice, the family ran out of the mine shaft, the White Fang was here.

Following their teachings Eran and Weiss bolted into action, eagerly throwing themselves into battle. Jacques got a trio of guards to protect him while he ordered another one to take the bullhead to the nearest Atlas Outpost for assistance and sent a couple more to the Radio Station to send out a call for help. However watching his children head into the fight was unnerving, he was merely hiding behind his guards, 'They are the future.' He thought as a prideful grin consumed his face.

Eran's POV

'My first battle, I'll make it a glorious one to remember.' I thought with excited fervour. I bull-rushed Faunus knocking them down and swinging at them with a downwards strike, I got one in the chest fracturing his sternum and ribs some even poking out through the skin. The other I used the Raven-beaked side of my hammer and forced it through his skull blood exploding onto me. I expected to have to hold bile in my stomach but I felt serenely calm and collected targeting my next victims like I was accustomed to it, 'Strange' I thought. My first two kills, not grimm but still enemies. I looked at Ríkr (Ancient Atlesian/Norse for 'Mighty') my trusty hammer and got to work.

The battle had been going on for at least half an hour I struck another Fang with the Hammer's face on the side of the ribs. He fell down like a sack of potatoes but not before screaming out in agony before giving his last breath. 'Forty-Three down a lot more to go', by this time I killed about a tenth of their force but the battle was still roaring. Five faunus decided to surround me as I analysed them seeing any and all weaknesses. However I also saw Weiss fighting a large Bear Faunus and not losing but not winning either, 'That must be their officer'. If the head of your enemies dies so will the body, he was priority target number one.

I felt an idea pop into my head, as I saw my wardens got ever closer, as they got to about a meter from me each I brought my plan to action. I held my Hammer with Two hands, brought it high above my head and slammed it down onto the ground as hard as I could. electricity coursed through the ground in an outward motion from where I was, I felt the electricity blast through my body and I was short of breath, no I was heaving. I can't feel my… anything, the numbness past I felt my heart beating at a thousand Miles an Hour. I regained my breath desperately and stood up, the World was spinning or was it me who was spinning?

I turned my head and to my horror in the middle of the battle was a giant faunus going up against my sister, this was not the sight I was hoping to see nor was it a sight could see without feeling I was upside down. The bear faunus got a lucky shot on my sister with his sword, Weiss was on the ground Myrtenaster was out of her hands and she was clutching her left hand as it leaked blood. It looked like she overused her aura, with this in mind I ran as fast as I could to that bastard cutting, smashing and electrocuting through fang-like no tomorrow.

I was going for a strike to his back but he twisted and turned his massive frame (about 7'3) and swung the humongous sword at me. I stopped the momentum of my warhammer and ducked below the swing I prepared to go for another swing but the giant backhanded me and sent me flying. 'If only I had my aura' I thought, I was dazed, I had the world spinning but I could see Weiss behind me with a look of horror on her face. I pushed through the daze and concentrated, renewed strength coursed through my veins, I got up as fast as I could and got in a defensive stance in front of Weiss.

3rd Person

The bear faunus looked at the two siblings as a battle roared around us, "The Schnee twins I'm guessing. I expected more from the Dust tyrants, no matter, your graves will make life all the better." He spoke in a voice full of hate as he commenced his charge, "Weiss I need you to go to dad you are in no state to fight you've overworked your aura and your sword hand is injured. GO NOW!" Eran yelled as he brought Ríkr up to bring his electric beam into play. Weiss looked on in grief of leaving her Brother but accepted that she was a liability in this situation, she grabbed a hold of Myrtenaster and ran to their father.

The bear faunus had brown eyes, black hair. He had two noticeable bear ears on the crown of his head and he had tanned skin most likely from many years of hard labour and was wearing a black T-shirt and blue pants, black combat boots and of course the gigantic sword.

The electric beam was activated and struck the bear faunus head-on but it seemed to only infuriate him further. Pushing back all the pain the faunus then right then and there grabbed the handle of the hammer and threw it away, soon after Eran punched him in the face with all his might, the faunus staggered. Eran took this chance and started a fist fight, he brought devastating punches to the Bear Faunus who guarded up but the Bear was more experienced than he was and was not suffering from severe dizziness. The faunus used his leg and pulled at the back of my knee making the elder twin stumble backwards onto his back. The faunus was over him, took his helm off and punched him right in the face knocking Eran out. 'Aura enhanced bastards' were his last thoughts until darkness took over.

The faunus brought Eran over his shoulder and looked back to the battle, "We got what we came here to do, go back to Camp!" The faunus all heard the orders of their officer and started to retreat back to their base camp, much to the relief of the SDC. The officer then rushed to the tree-line and into the forest with the rest of the Fang close behind.

The battle had ended the SDC had seemingly won this bout with the White Fang, no dust was taken, but something much more significant.

Weiss was looking around for Eran until she saw her brother's bloodied hammer and dark helm on the ground, she connected the dots and her face grew with grief unequalled, tears flew down her face. Jacques saw this as well went beside his daughter, wrapped himself around her in a lovingly hug, "We'll get him back, I'll be damned if I let my son be taken by some faunus." His voice wasn't his normal businesslike voice but actually fatherly filled with sadness and rage. Schnee's fury, cold as ice, murderous like grimm.

The wind was picking up and the sun was almost setting, the sounds of machinery soon continued, the world didn't stop for sadness. Jacques let go of Weiss giving her forehead a fatherly kiss before turning around to clean the Mess. Weiss was just looking at her brother's belongings, before looking at the tree-line 'He's not dead yet'.

Unknown to her, The Atlas Military was in the skies behind along with her elder sister, Specialist Winter Schnee.

An Atlesian flagship landed on an area of flatland, Winter's ship landed beside the airship while other Mantas, dropships and Bullheads landed wherever they could. Soldiers and machines rushed out and formed lines in the standard professional style, the last to exit the flagship was General Ironwood himself. He wore a white overcoat, with a grey undercoat, black sweater, a red necktie and a white glove on his right hand. His pants are the same colour as his overcoat and are tucked into silver boots accented in grey. His hair is black, with some grey areas, while his eyebrows are solid black. He has a strip of silver metal above his right eyebrow, a neurotransmitter that helped him operate the robotic parts of his body. To his right was Winter Schnee.

Winter is a tall and fair-skinned young woman with slate-blue eyes. She wore her white hair tied in a bun, high on the left side of the back of her head, her bangs were shaped around the right side of her face, a curled lock of hair almost reaching her left shoulder. Her attire was navy blue, white, and grey, consisting of a white coat with sleeves that exposed her upper arms, a red-lined high collar, with a crimson brooch and black gloves, and pants that have garters incorporated into them. Her sword at her side prepared for any and all events that may take root.

Ironwood walked to the Middle of the Formation turned face to look at them with his piercing blue eyes inspecting his troops. Jacques looked to His right to see Jacques marching with Rage in his eyes and everyone knew an irate Jacques was a dangerous Jacques. A curious look grew his face, he knew that Jacques would get slightly agitated at another White Fang attack this must have been something else.

He turned to face Jacques, when the CEO was about a meter away he stopped and Ironwood spoke, "Jacques, why so mad? I know that these raids are a somewhat common occurrence but-". Jacques interrupted him with anger unparalleled, "They abducted MY SON! Bring him back or I swear that the Atlas Military will not get its Dust." The ultimatum was laid out on a plain and simple, Ironwood was absolutely shocked by this and he knew that even with anger clouding his mind Jacques was serious.

Shock swept through the troops at the blatant threat but also worried for the safety of the SDC Heir, especially by Winter, 'My Little Brother… Taken BY SAVAGES!' She and the rest of the troops soon calmed themselves less they attracted Grimm, however, the look on Ironwood's face was one they all knew of, absolute cold fury.

The General turned face once more, "Troops, search every corner, every nick and cranny of that forest. So help you God if you don't. Let the operation begin" He spoke with his characteristic military voice, he turned to Winter, "Winter go to Your Sister, she is in need of you, help her through this. Dismissed." They saluted and went their separate ways.

Winter saw Weiss looking down at something on the ground fist clenched at her sides, 'Probably doesn't even realize I'm here.' Winter walked closer to Weiss until she clearly saw what was at her feet, her eyes threatened to let a teardrop. It was her little brother's hammer and his helm, hammer coloured crimson with blood and his helm looked hollow and estranged without her brother wearing it. Winter walked closer and her sister finally realized someone was walking up to her, Weiss was stunned, it was soon lost, the latter twin ran to her. Winter held out her arms which soon were filled with by a younger Schnee, they stayed in each other's arms in sadness and grief.

After a few minutes of brooding the two sisters separated, Winter spoke first, "Weiss, you don't have to worry we'll bring him back, I promise." She spoke with cold fury it reassured Weiss of her brother's safe rescue, "Winter, I trust you and the Military with all my being but Eran saved me it's only right if I save him as well." Winter tried to stare down her Sister but Weiss' decision was forged and quenched like steel, Winter eventually relented and accepted. Weiss' smile grew, Hope grew in her eyes and she looked once more at her Brother's Helm and Weapon. "And Winter helps me with his things, he's going to need them." Winter got the Hammer making sure not to get any blood on her and Weiss got his Helm, holding it so the front of the Helm was facing her gazing at the empty Helm, 'It seems so… hollow? So, out of place? No matter its owner will return.'

The sun finally set as the troops commenced the operation, the hunt for the Heir had started.

White Fang Camp

They walked through the forest night when the Sun was still in the sky, they got to the Camp a few minutes later. They made temporary wooden huts on an area of Flatland for the raids they would conduct on the surrounding Human Towns, Mines, etc. The Fighters were welcomed back with open arms by those who were injured too young or incapable of fighting. Tears were shed for the fallen and gazes full of hatred were directed at the thing on their Leader's shoulder. He was tied up to a thick wooden pole in the middle of the encampment still knocked out while surrounded by Fang Guards in case he awoke, the campfire was a few meters to his left.

There was a tall Faunus (for his age) with auburn hair that spikes backwards in a windswept way. While most of his hair was red, he had streaks of brown. A noticeable trait of his appearance was a Schnee Dust Company brandmark across his left eye, which was bloodied with a grey iris and a singed eyebrow, as opposed to his remaining blue eye and brown eyebrow. He had a Faunus lineage relating him to a bull, as he had two black horns, one on each side of his head, seemingly slanted back.

This boy, he hated the SDC with a passion, Adam Taurus was his name, he was still young, fourteen-year-old Faunus, he came back from the Raid. He didn't participate in the raid because he was still young and inexperienced and to top it all off, he snuck into the Battle Party. He would have fought if he wasn't discovered by the Leader of the Battle Party, he was then forced to sit on top of a Tree branch overseeing the battle. Not to join at any cost.

He saw everything that Monster killed so many of them, he saw their rib cages collapse, their skulls explode, their eyes flop onto the ground. He was still alive and placed in the middle of the camp, 'Who the Hell is this guy?'

Adam put those thoughts aside and looked around for his friend, Blake Belladona, as he walked through the camp in search of his friend. He turned his head and saw that it was Blake, the young cat Faunus was clutching onto him like no tomorrow. "Don't worry Blake, I'm back, I didn't fight either. Got caught." He said with a slight smile, trying to reassure his friend of his safety, "Or you could've stayed from the start. I told you it was a bad idea!" She argued with fervour, puffing her cheeks cutely afterwards, she relented and let go. Blake was a fair-skinned young woman with wavy black hair and amber eyes. Her Faunus trait was a pair of black cat ears on top of her head. She wears a black vest with coattails and a silver button on the front. Underneath this is a white, sleeveless, high necked, crop undershirt and white shorts with a zipper on the front of each leg.

She also sported black low-heeled boots and full stockings with a colour change of black to purple at her ankles. An emblem is visible on the outside of both thighs just below her shorts in white. On her left arm is a black detached sleeve with a silver cuff around her arm, and black ribbons are wrapped around both forearms. A small, loose, black scarf is wrapped around her neck, and a grey magnetic backpack is strapped to her back, hidden by her hair. She often keeps her weapon attached to the magnetic backpack when she is not using it.

"Blake, in most situations you are right, in this one you are not. If we don't experience the action how will we protect other Faunus from the SDC? You've seen what they did to me…" Adam spoke with a deep hatred, Blake knew when to back off, this was one of those times, she raised her hands in the 'I surrender' fashion. "Who was that man on the Captain's shoulder?" Blake asked with pure curiosity, Adam's gaze darkened, he was about to speak until the Captain called everyone to the Campfire. "I Guess Captain is going to tell us all now."

The entire encampment was at the Campfire eyes on the Captain as he recounted the day's events. However, as the Captain retold the events Adam realized that he never let the name of their captive be known. The White Fang closest to the White-haired being shied away from him in fear of the ruthless demise that might befall them if he awoke. As the Captain was accounting the battle between himself and the White-haired being a groan stole their attention from the Captain. It came from the Human, his eyes fluttered open looking around quickly analysing his surroundings and enemies.

Blake looked into the boy's white-eyes in wonder of how someone so seemingly Evil can look so Pure. The two locked eyes for a few seconds Amber and White, before Blake, turned her head in embarrassment with two rosy cheeks to add to it.

"So, you've finally woken up, Fang, allow me to introduce you to Eran Cornelius Schnee." The Captain spoke with hatred, the White Fang gasped in surprise, 'A Schnee?!' Their hateful glares just turned murderous especially Adam's, Blake was just in shock that they had a Schnee in custody.

The Schnee reeled his surprise back and brought his cold, serious eyes back into play, it made many flinch away from the murder they could see in his eyes. Adam was one of them and Blake shivered, "How old are you, Monster?" The Captain spoke with genuine curiosity, he knew he seemed like an adult but there was doubt. "I'm Fourteen, what do you want, are you going to sell me off for more Dust?" The Schnee spoke with bitter fury, the White Fang was in shock their soldiers were killed by a Teen? Even the Captain was in slight disbelief, who wouldn't?! Blake especially looked at the Teen in shock mouth agape, Adam as well but with intense hate and fury.

The Captain reeled back his emotions and spoke, "Well we are going to send you back to the SDC but… not before we give you a few scars." Some of the White Fang started laughing at the Heir's look of shock, Adam included, Blake herself was in shock, 'Is this what the White Fang is, we're fighting for equality… right?'

The Captain brought more rope and tied the Teens feet together and mouth shut, he called on his Officers to help him bring the Teen to large Hut. The inside of the Hut was very Spartan. It had a bed and a large carpet with two chairs along with a wooden circular table that had a plethora of knives. The Captain tied the Teen to a chair and told his Officers to get a Knife each so the torture began.

The screams could be heard from miles away, the sound was blood curling, Blake couldn't take it as well as most of the other White Fang. They decided to pack up and head to the Atlas White Fang Headquarters, Blake somehow convinced Adam to go as well. The Officers didn't even realize that most of their soldiers had left, they just kept enjoying the screams.

Weiss POV

'What is that sound, a fox? No, it's too loud. God damn it, Brother, where are you?' I thought with fervour while searching for my Brother, Winter was right behind me, 'Maybe she should know.' I turned to her and asked, "Hey Winter, Do you hear that I can't figure out what it is." Winter with a curious gaze came closer to me and her eyes grew in shock, she turned to me with worry in her eyes. Winter opened her mouth before a scream of pure agony and pain cut through the silence, 'Brother?!' I started to run as fast as I could while avoiding the trees in the dark of the afternoon. Winter shouted for me to "WAIT!" But I couldn't even hear her, my mind just blocked any and all other thoughts. 'We're coming to Eran, just stay alive!' Weiss thought as she continued running not feeling the rumble of her heart or her muscles crying out for her to stop or the tears pouring out of her eyes.

I saw a wooden hut as the screams just grew, I created two beowulves to kill whoever was doing this to my Brother. I felt like I couldn't even stand anymore. I felt the pain of my lungs and my heart pumping the blood through my veins, I had to kneel. The beowulves barged through the walls of the hut and went on a killing spree but the Bear Faunus killed them with his Giant Sword. As the Faunus came out Winter charged forward and knocked the tired Faunus out.

My Glyphs disappeared and I got up once again, the screams stopped, Winter helped me up, I knew I was shaking I just couldn't feel it. "Where is he Winter?" I asked concerned for the well being of my Brother, a moan answered my questions as we both looked up to see Eran limping out the hut. I gasped he looked… it was as if he was put through a blender.

He had a cut wound that made it seem like a deformed smile it came from ear to ear, a Mistrali smile, he had cuts all over his torso some crisscrossing some shallow some Deep. They were bleeding but some of the more shallow cuts were being slowly shut by his… AURA?! 'At least one pleasant thing came out of this.' However, the worst was the dead (left) forearm cut off just below the Capitulum that was hanging at his side by a thread of his already destroyed shirt. His wound was bleeding profusely, he looked paler than the moon he looked at them and simply fell over.

Third Person POV

The Two Sisters quickly called for an Emergency Medical Transport as they rushed over to their fallen Brother. They put pressure on their Brother's arms wound trying their best to keep the bleeding to a minimum. Soon a Bullhead would be brought to their location, of course, General Ironwood also gave out orders for Atlas Personnel to return to their transports and return to Base. However, Specialist Schnee was obviously told to stay with her family and told that her Ship would be taken back to base.

The Bullhead landed on the Atlas Medical Center's Bullhead Pad after about ten minutes, each minute their Brother looked paler and his breaths grew more shallow. Doctors, Surgeons and Nurses rushed over to the Bullhead, opened the doors and took their patient. Winter and Weiss were forced to wait outside the Surgery Room, Weiss crying into her Sister's shoulder. The Surgery took Twenty-Seven Hours, their Father made a Public Relations Stunt/Anti-Fang Speech as he announced the events of the preceding Day. Weiss and Winter couldn't be bothered to listen to their Father they were too fixated on the Surgery Room. They were all but freed from the wait as the Head Doctor came out of the Surgery Room, neither of them slept a second. The Events of that day weighed heavily on them.

The Doctor had an affectionate look firmly placed on his face as he gazed at the Sisters, "Your Brother is in Stable Condition, however, there are going to be scars all over him, High-likeliness of PTSD and he has Damaged Vocal Cords he will have to take it easy for a Month at Least. This means no Rigorous Exercise, no shouting, tranquillity and makes him feel like nothing has changed. He will most likely feel as if classmates, friends, teachers, etc are shying away from him due to the new scars. This may lead to depression and cause him to go through with less savoury acts of relief. I can not stress this enough, if he doesn't do this, he will Never get better." He spoke with a Steel seriousness, his tone softened, "However, you may go and visit him now, but I warn you it is not a pretty sight."

The Twins walked into the Operation Room, the sight shocked them, to say the least. In a room coloured White and Grey, the White Hospital bed where their scarred Brother hooked up to a plethora of Machines. Machines beeping, monitoring his Heart Rate, fluids being sent via a tube into his Right Forearm. His face had a horrid scar, a Mistrali Smile (Glasgow Smile). It made him look like that character from Alice In Wonderland, the cat was it? They averted their eyes from his face only to be met by more scars across his chest, a myriad of scars and stitches.

However what surprised them was the peace that his face seemed to be at peace, it almost looked like he was dead. Weiss and Winter simply couldn't help but let tears fall as they walked step by step closer to their Brother.

They stayed by his side for the rest of the day (Weiss on his Right and Winter on his Left) tracing his scars with their fingers, relishing the fact that he was not in the clutches of the White Fang. They eventually fell asleep with their heads on the bedsides, soon enough a new day was born. Eran's surviving hand twitched as the sleeping Teen finally awoke, eyes fluttering open to see his Sisters at his sides in a Hospital Bed? Memories of yesterday's Development came crashing on his mind, he looked to his left arm to see that he didn't have a forearm.

He held back tears and looked at the time, it was 8:49 AM, he looked over to Weiss and his remaining hand. 'I bet they'll be over the moon' He thought as he shook Weiss, "Wake up Weissy." He spoke softly, Weiss grumbled, "Just a few more minutes Eran…" Weiss realizing who was speaking, she seemingly jumped onto the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck, crying into his now wet shoulder.

The shift in weight woke Winter, "Weiss what are you doing?" She inquired before lifting her head up to see Weiss crying into Eran's shoulder with his arm wrapped around her. Eran actively trying to reassure her that he was here to stay, Winter was in shock mouth agape. Eran seemed to realize and looked over and waved his hand at her saying 'Hello'.

To this Winter grinned, the happy image pushing back all the memories of Yesterday, "Weiss, I think it's about time you get off of Eran." Winter spoke in a cheerful yet semi-serious voice, Weiss followed the request albeit a bit reluctantly. "Well, I'm glad to be back, can you get me out of here, feels too gloomy," Eran spoke with seriousness and joy. Weiss and Winter both laughed with fervour, 'that's him alright.' They thought, knowing that not even the Fang could change him. Eran joined the laughter for a good ten seconds, which devolved to chuckles and giggles.

"We'll get you out by Lunch, being a Specialist has its perks," Winter said joyfully, and true to her word at lunchtime Eran refreshed himself, brushed his teeth, took a shower, got new clothes and was about to walk out the Hospital Doors. A Limousine was called beforehand by Winter for safety purposes, it was supposed to be there in five minutes.

His new attire consisted of a White T-Shirt with Bold Black Letters reading 'UNSTOPPABLE', a Black Bomber Jacket with the Atlesian Flag as well as an Atlesian Army Insignia, a pair of Blue Dress Pants, Black Socks and Black Leather Dress Shoes. With Weiss on his Right and Winter on his left, they walked out of the Hospital to see what apparently was an army of Newscasters rushing to question Eran. Newscasters from Vale, Atlas, Vacuo and Mistral were here, they asked questions in an unorganized manner like dogs barking for a ball. Winter was about to call the Police before Eran turned to her and said that it was unneeded. Meanwhile, Weiss looked around to look out for any threats.

He turned back to the reporters and asked, "What was the first Question?" In a Businesslike voice as he changed the look on his face into a serious scowl, his eyes back to their common frightening demeanour. An Atlesian reporter at the front spoke, "Can you, give us more thorough details of Yesterday's events?" The Heir to the SDC spoke and recounted the events of yesterday to the best of his ability. As he finished a Valean Reporter spoke up, "What will you do now as your… Left Forearm is now non-operational?" Winter and Weiss gave that reporter the iciest (pun intended) looks they could Muster, but Eran, he looked ready to explode, he somehow held back his emotions and spoke. "Well, my plans will be as they always have. I will get better, I will become a Huntsman, I will strive to be the best there is, when the time comes I will get my Sweet Vengeance on The White Fang. I will lead the SDC when my time comes, I will bring it to new heights and I WILL bring a new Era to Atlas. The White Fang is Nothing but a plague on Society, their methods are crude and savage, the proof is all across my body. I have lost a forearm to them, they have given me a Mistrali Smile, a plethora of other scars, physical and mental that I will have to live with. To The Faunus out there please understand that I will never blame you for what has happened to me, only this Warped Equality Group deserves Blame. However, as sentient beings, we should have a common ambition, to leave the world better than when we arrived. Thank you for your questions but I would like some time to relax before tomorrow's classes. So if you would, excuse my sisters and I." Eran spoke like a Veteran Politician, with Fervour in some areas, calm in others and with animal-like Ferocity in key times. The Reporters were baffled even His Sisters were to a lesser extent.

The Journalists made way for the Heir and his sisters very quickly, most gawking at him in awe at how he handled the situation. They walked through them like a Royalty past peasants, as they reached the sidewalk their Limousine just got there adding to their already Sublime Prestige. The Limousine was coloured White with Metallic Grey as the Secondary Colour, The Windows were One way Windows meaning no one could see from the outside, and the whole thing, wheels included, were Bullet Proof. Eran opened the door for His Sisters who readily accepted and Eran then entered bidding farewell to the Reporters with a few waves. The Limousine then drove off to the Schnee Household leaving a mob of Reporters. They had a Happy conversation during the car ride. Once they got home Winter happily told them that she got a few Days off, they were all Purely Happy.

They entered the Household and Weiss told Eran that he had gifts on his bed, to his Glee the presents were a repaired set of armour alongside his Hammer and Helm. He looked longingly to his Left forearm not knowing how to deal with the new problem, 'Hopefully, I can get a robotic arm or something.' He thought, at dinner Winter and Weiss told him that he would have to take it easy for a month at least, much to his Dismay.

He had a variety of very Realistic Dreams that night, about a Bleak Planet called 'Inwit', an 'Emperor' that was supposed to be his Father and the Ancient Numeral 'VII'.The Next Morning he went to Atlas Academy receiving weird stares and add looks by everyone, he understood why but it was still hard for him, luckily Weiss helped him out. There was an announcement at their lunch period in the auditorium, showing video Footage of the Raid on the SDC Mine. He and Weiss were brought up to the Stage and a Certain Specialist Schnee came out with two Files, General Ironwood took the Box from a smiling Winter who saluted right after. General Ironwood turned back to Eran and Weiss, The Twins tried to hone in their confused looks but failed. General Ironwood opened Both and spoke, "The Headmaster of The Beacon Huntsman Academy, Ozpin, has sent both of you Letters requesting your attendance to His Academy in Three Years time. Congratulations." He spoke as he handed the Letters To the Schnee Twins, both completely shocked at being Requested to Attend the Most Prestigious Huntsman Academy on Remnant. They quickly reined their emotions in check and accepted the Letters with almost uncontrollable excitement.

Ironwood gave a speech about how every Student should strive to be the Greatest as The Twins had by showing enough Valour and Courage to be Requested to join Beacon. The School Day passed by in a flash, The Family celebrated at the accomplishment and so Life went on. Eran's dreams only seemed to grow more vivid as he realized that he was a Leader of Some Kind of a Galactic Empire. However, they were still weak as if his Soul was recovering Lost memories. He grew another foot to his Sister's displeasure as the teasing grew in quantity. He made a Steel forearm/Gauntlet attached to his Armour to act as a dispensable shield. The Atlas Military said that he would be given a Prosthetic that would put any others to shame but it would take time, three years time was their prediction. 'How convenient.' He thought bitterly, He had been keeping all of his feelings to himself after the incident with the White Fang, he started to be a more mature character in class and only showed his emotions when with family. It was peculiar, Gossip enthralled the minds of every Student in Atlas Academy and it only made the situation worse, no matter how much Weiss and the Staff cracked down on it.

By the time those Three Years Ended he was essentially a different Person, less cheerful, colder, ruthless. The Dreams were still somewhat lax and short in terms of length as by the fourth day after his incident he started having PTSD. He was sent to Mandatory Counseling and Therapy, Weiss and Winter helped as much as they could and by the end of the 2nd Year he had mostly taken care of it. However, they would still come back Once or Twice a Month and when they did Weiss would make sure to be at her Brother's side to bring him out of the Twisted Nightmare. Weiss and Winter were even affected by it a bit, he could tell, they only hoped that it would change once his life at Beacon started.

Segmentum: Segmentum Solar

Sector: Sector Solar

Subsector: Sub-Sector Solar

System: Sol System

The Phalanx, Gregor Dessian felt something shift in the Galaxy, the Imperial Fists and all of its successor Chapters felt it. Their Primarch was back, they did not know where but they knew that he was alive, their Father was alive and the Imperial Fists and all of its successor chapters felt an indescribable feeling, a feeling of hope in their hearts.

There in the Phalanx's War room surrounded by fellow Astartes, he could see the Shock etched across their faces. 'They felt it too, at least I know the Dark Gods are not trying to persuade me.' Gregor stood up looking across the room attracting the attention of the rest of the Astarte's attention. "Brothers, Our Primarch is Out there. The Praetorian Has Returned."

And that concludes The First Chapter Of My Story. I hope you have all enjoyed it and please grant me Constructive Criticism. I know my writing is nowhere near the Higher echelons of writing.

Also, I wanted to State that the Reason I changed Rogal Dorn's name is that it didn't fit the situation. I chose the names, Eran and Cornelius because they have Biblical Meanings in attempt to create this sense of Holiness around Rogal/Eran.

Eran: Vigilant or Watchful

Cornelius: To be honest I just felt that this was a Badass name. BTW for people who do want to know it means 'The Beam Of the Sun'.

axe-battle-fantasy-art-game-of-thrones-painting-robert-baratheon-wallpaper-bidvx(I put this link up because this is what I envisioned Rogal/Eran to look like in Armour, except the colour changes and Slight Hammer changes)

200 Biblical Names (This is the sight where I got the idea for the names)