The Huntsman of Red V2

Chapter 18 The Pride of Vale: Prologue

Grimm were the enemies of the world, and it was the duty of the Huntsman and Huntresses to drive their forces back despite the danger imposed in doing so. In which case, it was necessary to continually foster the next generation of protectors to ensure that the positivity of all of the Kingdoms citizens never waned. This would be the moment that the Elder Grimm would move once more and encroach upon the already limited territory of the Kingdoms.

Of the Kingdoms of Remnant, one of the most prestigious schools of Huntsmen and Huntresses was located in Vale. It was called Beacon Academy of Huntsmen and Huntresses, and it was led by an enigmatic, but strong headmaster presently mulling over Remnant's state of affairs.

His name was Ozpin, a middle-aged man who stood silently by the window of his office staring up at the image of the shattered moon above. He was bespectacled, had messy grey almost white hair that partially covered his left eye, and wore a buttoned overcoat on top of a green turtle-neck sweater.

On the surface, he seemed as if he was just a renowned Huntsman of Remnant, but in reality, he was much more. The fact of which had him wracking his mind for answers he had no hope of finding unless he waited long enough to ask a certain genie the necessary questions.

Ozpin sighed. Had he missed something in his long life? Or was he just ignorant to the existence of a fifth relic?

Ever since the events of Vermillion, Ozpin had been busy occupied with searching for any clues about a fifth Relic that shouldn't have existed, but now clearly did. He'd made a personal visit to Vermillion in order to inspect the Sword of the Sun, and was stunned when he felt the sheer scale of its aura.

It utilized the lost gift of magic for certain, something only relics left behind by Remnant's founders should be able to possess. In a way, Semblance could be considered magic, but it wasn't. All that it was, was the façade of what magic could have been unique to each individual.

True magic such as that found within the existing relics in Remnant was lost.

Which meant to say, that perhaps Ozpin really did fail to discover the existence of a fifth relic.

The relics were Knowledge, Creation, Destruction, and Choice.

So, what did that make the fifth?

Hope.

Ozpin entertained the idea. The warmth in the form of light that constantly enveloped Vermillion gave a feeling of safety and tranquility truly fitting of the name of 'the Nightless Kingdom.'

How he'd missed such a relic was beyond Ozpin's own understanding, but he didn't dwell too much on the matter for any longer than necessary. He knew that if he wanted answers, then there was one person who could be of help.

The Huntsman of Red himself, wielder of the Fifth Relic.

All that was left was to find him, a feat of which was leaving Ozpin frustrated beyond words. He took in a calming breath and reassessed his findings over the years with help from his colleagues.

Three glaring issues existed in the search for the huntsman of Red.

First, it was like the Huntsman of Red did not exist. No traces were left in the vicinity of Vermillion indicating a trail that the Huntsman of Red could have taken to escape the public eye. All accounts by Faunus present in Vermillion's founding all said that the famed Huntsman had just up and disappeared like a noble spirit.

The claim sounded far fetched, but there really was nothing that could be traced about the Huntsman of Red's departure.

The second issue was the information about the Huntsman of Red bringing along some sort of little girl whose traces also couldn't be found. The only indication that the girl existed was discovered in Vermillion's famed Rose Manor that had housed the little girl for the Huntsman of Red's stay in Vermillion.