Child of Omens: Ruination
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  • Reads 3,466
  • Votes 75
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 25m
Complete, First published Oct 30, 2021
Mature
The story of the Child of Omens, Falke Branwen, is a story of aspiration, freedom, purpose, and love. But what if he had a different beginning? What if the child, destined to bring either salvation or ruination to the world of Remnant, began differently? What if the child's story was a story of ambition, power, and focus? What would be the fate of Remnant then?
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The world of Remnant is a world of love, death, magic, and fairytale. The tales of old have become nothing but bedtime story told to children. But that is the story of Remnant, this is not, no this is the story of the Schnee family. No it's not about Willow and the bottomless pit known as alcoholism that she is in. Nor is it the story of the two daughters, one who ran to the military of Atlas, the other who ran to the crown jewel of Vale to become a huntress in a academy known as Beacon. No this story is about the youngest of the Schnee, Whitley, and his fight against his own father's cruelties committed on the faunus. Whitley will rise to become a mysterious man of many titles, The Nightmare of Atles, The Hope of Mantle, and The Vengence of The Faunus. But if you asked him which one he preferred he'd tell you one very simple name, a name that brings fear to the cold empty heart of Jacques Gelé, a name stained with the blood of hundreds, a name that when whispered in those cold mines in Atlas it lights a fire of hope in the hearts of faunus. What is this name you might ask, that name is The White Death.