Alone... that is how it began. a young boy without memory only of his name and knowledge of combat. this is the story of Onyx Hord, the last sith in the universe, and the undefeated duelist of Remnant.
I opened my eyes, feeling sand and water underneath me. I tried to remember how I got here, but... everything is such a blur. All I can remember is my name and... knowledge of combat? strange. When I looked around I saw what appeared to be the handle of a sword of some kind.
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something clicked in my head as I reached out to it. It felt as if I was meant to hold it. There was a button on the device. I pressed it and there came a crimson red beam that formed a blade. It was... beautiful. I gave a few swings and it felt as if it was meant to be in my hands. I may not remember who I was, but I know who I want to become. My moment was ruined when I heard a ruckus coming further inland. I walked towards the noise, wondering what it was.
*Timeskip*
I arrived to where the noise came from and saw a woman...
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and a man...
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being cornered by... the grimm. How did I know what they were called? And why do I feel this overwhelming urge to destroy them. I ignited my blade once again and instinctively charged into battle.
*Salem pov*
I was sitting within my castle, waiting for the death or capture of Summer Rose. The less silver-eyed warriors there are, the higher my chances are of taking revenge on the gods and Ozpin. I was interrupted from my thoughts when I felt something, something I haven't felt since... that night. Since the night Ozma and I destroyed our home and he ran away. The image of his face still haunts me. Could it... No it couldn't be. he would've been dead thousands of years ago... unless... he was like Ozpin and reincarnated.
Salem: Could it really be you Onyx?
Has he come back after all these years?
*Summer pov*
I couldn't believe what I was seeing...
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(Yellow eyes and pale skin like Salem. Replace the clothes with monk robes)
a little boy no older than six coming from nowhere with an unusual weapon that had a blade that glowed like the fires of hell. What made it shocking was how easily he dispatched the grimm like a pro huntsman or a pro swordsman. It was as if he was a born warrior, ready for battle. Even Qrow was impressed by the boy's skill. Another unusual feature about him was his eyes. They glowed with anger, pain, sorrow, and regret. when the grimm were out of his reach, he lifted his hand and...
Summer: IS HE SHOOTING LIGHTNING FROM HIS HANDS???
I couldn't believe it. Was that his semblance? The lightning destroyed the grimm with such relative ease. When all the grimm were gone, a woman came from the shadows with an ominous aura. I could tell she was an assassin from the way she looked at us. She looked at us as if we were her prey.
Assassin: Well that was quite a show you put up little boy. Now run along. I got business with the woman with silver eyes.
That's really not good. If she knows about silver eyes then she might be working for Salem. She got out a repair and dagger and walked towards Qrow and me until...
Boy: No.
He got in front of her, pointing his blade at her.
Assassin: What did you say boy?
Onyx: The name is Onyx Hord and I said no.
Assassin: Kid, you don't want to get involved so beat it.
Onyx: Or what? You gonna kill me?
Is he seriously talking down an assassin? This cannot end well.
