Jaune wanted to be hero, more then anything. Sadly he was born to the cold hearted faction know as the Arcs, but their ambitious cold was worse to Jaune when transcript was revealed.
As punishment for their selfish and egotistical entitlement, they...
"Fifty-five ... .fifty six...yeah...today is the fifty six of being."
I was trapped in this dungeon for what I was trying to do in my life, but it seemed to reject me greatly. Trying to be a hero...a hero that people that can rely on...a hero that saved the day...but the clan refused my dreams and determination and deem me as a disgrace for being weak. They deem me weak because I refuse to use my strength to control others to my selfish needs, I want to use my strength to serve others. But as you see...
The heavy doors open up releasing the light of day I haven't seen for a long time, causing me to flinch by its sudden shin. I then heard some soft footsteps heading toward my direction until it stopped in front of her.
???:"Hello dear cousin."
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I look up to the man with the voice of pure arrogance and greed. Black pants that hug his legs tightly, white under armor long sleeves, black leather with thick cloth fabric, black cape with blue interior with a large hood, black fingerless gauntlets, blonde dyed hair with green hair rooting out, and quite shockingly...
Jackson:"Come now. It time for your judgment, Jauney.~"
I mustered with any strength I have in my throat, the same throat that has suffered without water for a long time. The words that came out were filled with pure hate toward this man.
Jaune:"Fuck you!..."
Jackson just smirks largely as he continues to stare at with pure joy.
Jackson:"And here I thought you had more than just insults, but all well!"
He walked toward to grab me by the hair and dragged me to the doors. I put up a lot of effort to undo his grip but my strength was long gone in my torturous time here in this dark hole. This was my unfortunate fate...this family that hates my very existence and how they wish to condemn me to my unjust death. My body has shown nothing, but the brutal punishment I have endured from these people. Whips marks, stab wounds, burns from iron picks, all that could leave a mark on me...to express their hatred to me. Jackson drags out of the room where I can see the courtyard, our homeland Arcadia. Where the pants grew nothing but rich beautiful green and cool breeze that you wish to never leave this place, it is my place where I remember how my family treats me as the outcast of the family.
Jackson:"Before we meet the others!"
I look up at Jackson who still has that goddamn smirk on his face, but now it felt more sintered than ever.
Jackson:"I have something for you to have my dear cousin.~"
His left hand reached behind him and pulled out an item or rather a crown.
Jackson:"I have a present for you.~"
I got a closer look of the crown and was trembling in fear as I realized what it was.
