The Huntsman of Red V2

Chapter 10 Yellow and Black: Part 1

Vermillion, it was the very representation of what all Faunus had always been fighting for, a place to call home. It was a free land governed by Faunus that treated all residents without discrimination. Equal pay wages, rights, and freedoms were the basis of all interactions within the Nightless Kingdom. Furthermore, commerce and economics were prospering due to the many investments from the other Kingdoms seeking to discover the secrets of the object of Sword of the Sun imbedded within the bedrock of a sturdy stone. It was an object of Divine Faith that garnered the following of many new believers day by day.

The religion was soon called the Cult of the Sun God due to the sheer fanaticism that many converted believers possessed. They believed that the strength of the Sun God shone within the sacred sword and that only the worthy may draw upon its power of light.

A line stretched from almost the entrance of Vermillion, all the way towards Excalibur Galatine filled with individuals who wished to pull forth the sword from the stone. Many failed, but it didn't stop others from trying, and it soon developed into a tradition that all travellers and guests should at least try to pull forth the sword. Apparently, one could be blessed by good karma just by placing one's hands around the hilt.

One of the largest contributors to Vermillion's economic growth was Atlas. A research institute had been built near the miniature sun Excalibur Galatine produced and it was said that Altesian scientists worked day and night to replicate the effects of Galatine's light. It was a natural Grimm deterrent, and not something that could be so easily given up on. Thoughts of stealing the Sacred Sword had arisen in recent years, but it was because of this that security around the sword was always maintained. Inadvertently, the increased security could in turn be included within Vermillion's military power.

Vermillion was growing stronger day by day, and the vision that all Faunus activist groups had to better the lives of their fellow brothers and sisters was finally fulfilled.

Menagerie was different in that it was primarily inhospitable, and was a home forced upon Faunus after the end of the War. It was seen more as an isolation camp than anything else, and that was why most Faunus didn't always go to Menagerie.

Vermillion opened up the path to a better future for Faunus.

In which case, what the hell were they doing?

A Faunus wearing the mask of a Grimm grunted as she lifted up a heavy crate of Dust and loaded it with the rest of the cargo to be shipped away. She was part of the earlier group that had had a run in with the intruders that were able to get away on one of her friend's motorbike.

Her name was Charlotte, a Faunus who's most defining characteristic was the small bushy tail sprouting over her tailbone. To be frank, it made it easier for her to blend into human society as she only needed to wear a pair of baggier pants or looser skirts to hide her Faunus feature.

If she was being truthful, then her life before joining an activist group known as the White Fang was actually pretty decent. Blending in wasn't too difficult and she had been getting by while working part-time in a local grocery store as a clerk. She had been intent on saving up money and taking all her belongings to migrate to Vermillion, but she had been convinced by a friend to join the White Fang before her plans came to fruition.

She had been told that although Vermillion's creation was a revolutionary milestone in the history of Faunus in Remnant, it didn't mean that everyone could be so lucky to go there.

The problem had to do with the Schnee Dust Company and others profiting from the cheap labour of Faunus. They made it harder for Faunus to migrate to Vermillion by implementing stricter protocols that forced Faunus to comply by means of contract.