By Any Other Name

The Beginning

I remember the days before man was born. When only the Grimm and the beasts roamed the surface of the world. I was not yet born, having been stuck in spawning pool, only able to hear my kin for centuries.

I knew the pool was growing weaker as it tried to form me. Yet I doubted I would be able to roam the forests and deserts, I doubted I would ever sink my claws into the dirt of the earth. For my spawning pool had born beasts of greatness, but it has not spawned any for a millennial.

Yet I emerged, ending the spawn pool of my birth as I crawled from the inky depths. By now humans had started to grow and conquer our territory.

It was such an odd sight. These humans had no claws of their own. No poison or venom. Their paws were torn up by the earth and their hides scratched by the forests.

Many of my brothers did not see what they were doing until it was too late.

The humans created their own claws and killed us. They hunted the beasts and took their hides as their own. No longer were these pink skinned things lesser, if anything they were seen as greater than Grimm.

But humans were faulty. They stared wars and conflicts with each other, over appearances and race.

Unlike the Grimm who saw each and everyone one of themselves as kin. Whether some be thy be larger in size or smaller, whether they have more spikes or not. All that mattered was each of us were destroyers of mankind.

Only few were smart and intelligent, such as I. Many of us having been stuck in our dying spawn pool for such a long time. That instead of wanting to simply to destroy mankind, we wanted to be rid of it. So we learned.

Despite my small size as a Beowulf, I became an alpha. Leading at the head of my pack to destroy small settlements scattered across the fields and plains.

Then one of us shed their armor and fur, taking on a form to that of a human Faunus. We watched how it easily infiltrated a human settlement and quickly brought it to ruin.

It's skin was as tough as it's bone armour, making it almost impossible to penetrate.

Following its example, many Grimm, including myself, shed our beastial forms. Unfortunately, only some of the smartest survived while our brothers angrily attacked the nests of humans.

We were named as a new Grimm. An echo. An mimic. A Remnant. Named after the very world itself. We were terrifying beasts to withhold.

And as years passed in our human forms, many of us came to realise what had truly happened when we shed our armour. We gained a soul. In turn an aura. What remains of the Remnant's fled into the wilds to hide.

Many hibernate in deep chasms or in the mountains themselves. Others have taken to the seas or into places humans would much rather avoid.

I am the last remaining Remnant awake that still interacts with the humans. I continue to learn and grow. Easily speaking their many tongues, new and old.

I am a descendant of Lupin. And I will make sure my brothers and sisters roam the lands freely once again.