The Huntsman

Prologue

A young man in a snow white cloak stood in front of a gravestone at the top of a snowy cliff, with his back to a forest.

He looked up at the shattered moon in the night sky, that would have enraged a certain silver-eyed huntress he knew, if she ever saw it.

Another figure walked towards the man, and a feminine voice came out from the figure.

"King, I've got a message. It's from Ozpin."

The young man turned to his companion and replied, "Ozpin? What's the message say?"

"It's Amber. She's been attacked. Someone by the name of 'Queen' ambushed her and stole some of her power. Now she's in a coma."

"What else does the message say? Any instructions?"

"He said to contact him to discuss the best course of action."

The young man sighed, suppressing his rage and spoke, "Ok, Bishop, we're moving out, we'll head to Vale immediately."

The man suddenly stopped mid-stride and said, "Bishop, I've detected multiple hostiles closing in on our position. You go on ahead to the transport. I need to vent some of this anger."

"Yes, sir."

After the female left, the hooded man walked through the forest.

The frozen forest.

Just like the one that his mother would speak of to soothe him when he had nightmares. He could still remember the sound of her voice, smooth as silk.

Listen only to the sound of my voice.

He finally reached the edge of a clearing, only to be met with dozens upon dozens of monsters, known as Grimm, of different types; werewolves, Grizzly bears, boars, and mammoths. There were even giant serpents, ravens and scorpions.

Let your mind relax.
Let your thoughts drift.
Let the bad memories fade.
Let peace be upon you.

The man's cloak billowed, and black dust flew out of it. It began to swirl around him until a scythe and a handgun formed on his back and in his left hand, respectively.

Surrender yourself to your dreams.
Let them wash over you like the gentle waves of the bluest ocean.
Let them envelop you.
Comfort you.

The man drew his scythe, took a deep breath, and exhaled, disappearing into thin air. It was quiet for a second, before chaos broke loose.

Imagine somewhere calm.

He let out all of his rage.

Imagine somewhere safe.

SLASH

Imagine yourself in a frozen forest.

For his mother's death.

You're standing in a clearing.

DODGE

Trees around you so tall, they touch the sky.

For his adopted mother's death.

Pure white snowflakes fall all around.

SHOOT

You can feel them melt on your skin.

For his aunt's disappearance.

You are not cold.

LUNGE

It cannot overcome the warmth of your beating heart.

For his sisters' pain.

Can you hear it?

JAB

You only have to listen.

For his adopted father's suffering.

You hear it slowing?

KICK

You're slowing it.

For his uncle's sorrow.

You are in control.

STAB

Calm.

And for his friend's fate.

At peace.

...

The man stopped his rampage to see his enemies were defeated, turning to black ash, which swirled around him, collecting in his cloak. Now that the man's hood was down, you could properly see his appearance.

Wind blown hair that was white as snow blew in the icy breeze. His face was that of royalty; a perfect jawline and high cheekbones. His right eye was blood red, while his left eye was covered by a black eye patch. Even with one eye, it held so much spent rage. 'King' turned to his colleague, and entered the transport.

During the entire ride to Vale, King could only think of one thing.

He was going to kill 'Queen', even if it was last thing he did.

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Wasup, Sunshines! I'm back at it again with a prologue for this mini series story. Hope you kids enjoyed it!

Stay tuned and stay bright Sunshines!
-Jake 👊