Achromatic

Chapter One:

A week ago if you had asked her if she would be on her way to her future of hunting down the countless grimm on Remnant, she would have laughed. Many people believe huntsmen and huntresses can save the world one grimm at a time, but to think that was, and is, so childish — to believe the world could be rid of all the nasty emotions that bring those creatures to life.

Those people are also the ones to believe that fame and fortune follow every hunter.

Of course, neither fame nor fortune came easily for huntsmen and huntresses, especially mere students training to be so. Only the greatest and the best of them become legend and make it into stories, even so, many of those stories are exaggerated, false, or complete lies.

Either way, Olive Brunswick was on her way to Beacon Academy.

It was neither luck, nor fate, nor any other 'good-willed' force out there that brought her into the airship. It was simply coincidence that brought her aboard.

Olive stared out the windows of the airship. Other first year students buzzed about around her, but she tried her best to block them out. She was a little anxious, maybe even scared of Beacon.

As a child, she always thought she'd grow up to be a florist in her small hometown in Mistral, but some twist of bad experiences and awful treatment placed her here.

She wasn't sure what to expect.

Her thoughts left her when the scattered crowd amongst the ship started to silence themselves. Olive peeled her eyes away from the window to a hologram of a woman that appeared nearby.

At first glance, one could tell the woman was of some importance, her hair tightly wound in a way to show professionalism, and clothes to show some amount of wealth and health.

Olive stepped closer to hear what the hologram was saying, weaving between a few other students.

"My name is Glynda Goodwitch," The projection spoke clearly. Olive only seemed to miss the first sentence, so it brought a relieved expression to her freckled face. She focused her attention back to the talking picture:

"You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy."

Olive hummed thoughtfully. Though she knew it wasn't likely, it merely sounded as if Goodwitch was trying to earn a bit of favoritism. After all, Olive was sure that not everyone got here in an honorable way.

"Our world," Glynda Goodwitch dragged on, "is experiencing an incredible time of peace. As future huntsmen and huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it."

Olive looked around at the other students and wanted to see if she could read their expressions. Some, like one boy near the front, was overly excited. Others, like most in the back of the group, seemed indifferent— or at least were containing their excitement. One girl near the very back looked as if she were on the verge of falling down and crying.

Olive's hazel eyes turned back to the hologram. It seemed she had blocked out some of the woman's words while she scanned faces, for the hologram faded away. Behind it, Beacon Academy made itself known.

As the students moved towards the window, Olive crept closer towards the main door. Soon, the airship landed, and the door opened up. She squinted at the harsh sunlight that hit her, but her eyes soon adjusted to the somewhat new lighting.

Students began to pour out of the doorway and headed towards the large academy.

Olive stood on the edge of the sidewalk, turning around to see if she would recognize any faces stepping off the ships. She knew it wasn't very likely, but one could never be too hopeful about seeing a familiar face, right?