RWBY & the Tales of SSPF Vol.1

Red & Blue Part 1

Welp here we are, the first official chapter of my brand new RWBY story. Don't know what else to say besides hope you enjoy, leave a favorite and a comment on anything, bad or good I don't care I just want to make this really good for you guys.

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In the darkest days, in the blackest nights
As demons run, two good souls will go to war

Night will fall and drown the sun
Two good families will be torn apart

Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise

When all seems lost, look to the stars
For hope shall burn bright

As demons run, but count the cost
The battle's won, but the King is lost

As time moves on the hearts are sewn
Two broken families will become as one

All is not lost, as hope lives on
Demons will run, when two good souls will win the war

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[Narration]

S: Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts of a forgotten past.

Man, born from dust, was strong, wise and resourceful. But he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, the creatures of destruction. The creatures of Grimm set their sights on man and all of his creations.

These forces clashed and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void.

However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named, "Dust".

Natures wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization and most importantly, life.

But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone.......... darkness will return.

So you may prepare your guardians... build your monuments to a so-called free world but take heed... there will be no victory in strength.

O: But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest souls.

[End Narration]

Vale.

Night.

The Streets.

Late at night, the streets are busy, people young and old out for about to stroll through the cool air under the light of the shattered moon casting itself high above the Kingdom of Vale.

But a sudden commotion has everyone's attention. A large group of men led by a man wearing a white suit and black pants. His stylish orange hair covering his right eye, while his hair itself is covered by a neat black bowler hat with a red strip going along the base and to tip it off a nice grey scarf wrapped around his neck and a lit cigar in his mouth. This was Roman Torchwick.