"Once I slew the beast I brought back its head as a trophy and was celebrated as a hero by the town!... No, that's not right. It's impossible to put an actual Grimm's head on a platter." A man said to himself as he walked around the room.
The figure in question appeared to be a man in early old age. He wore a double-breasted burgundy suit with gold piping and buttons. His pants he wears tucked into olive boots, similar in appearance and construction to cavalry boots.
He has gray hair and a gray mustache and appears to be slightly overweight, not that he really minded that is.
This man was none other than Peter Port, a huntsmen slash professor that teaches children on the creatures of Grimm.
"Hmm, how can I use the stories from my youth to educate these young minds on the secrets of the Grimm?" He asked himself.
"... I know! I came back with the beast caged, its snarl echoing through the town. It attempted to break out of its cage, though it was useless, our hero had the beast trapped. That should work. I cage Grimm all the time for my lessons. If the children wish to learn about the Grimm then what better way than to have first hand experience? Ha ha! The thrill of a good hunt!" Port said.
"Now where was I? Ah yes! I came back with the beast captured, I was praised as a hero and a legend by the townsfolk. As a form of thanks and celebration they all held a feast in my—!" The huntsmen began, only for a surge of energy to run down his spine, causing him to leap from the ground and reach for his weapon.
W-what blazes was that?! Port asked himself, looking around the room in an attempt to find the source.
Though it was no use, no matter how hard he had searched, he wasn't able to find the source of the sudden surge of energy. It had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
Well, someone really knows how to rile up this huntsman. The huntsman thought.
Suddenly, the Grimm he had been keeping in his cage on the other side of the room started to go completely crazy, desperately attempting to break free from its prison.
"Ah, pipe down." The man said, though what Peter wasn't expecting was for Grimm to break out, the red marks on its body glowing with a red light.
"W-what?!" The huntsmen yelled, not expecting for the Grimm to escape.
The Grimm charged at the professor with the intent to kill, though as it swung its massive claw at Peter, he was easily able to dodge the attack by rolling under it.
He bolted for his weapon, causing the Grimm to lunge at the man. Though before it could sink its teeth into the old man, he fired his weapon and blew the Grimm's head clean off.
"Hah, hah. Well, this is already proving to be an eventful day. Perhaps I could use this experience in one of my lessons." He said.
He looked around his room to see that it was completely trashed, the desks were destroyed and most of the papers were scattered everywhere.
"Though I can't say I'm looking forward to explaining this to Ozpin," Port said.
"Port! Port are you alright!" A young man's voice said.
"Ah, yes I am fine. Nothing that I couldn't handle." He said.
In the blink of an eye, a man ran into the room at an alarmingly fast pace, appearing as nothing more than a blur to the naked eye.
The man appeared to be a rather young man, with messy green hair with brown eyes. His attire was disheveled: his white shirt partially tucked into his dark-green pants and its collar raised, showing a slack yellow tie, along with mismatched brown and black shoes. He also has round glasses that appear to be opaque.
This man was none other than Peter's trusted comrade, Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck.
"What in the name of the gods happened?!" He asked.
"Well, I was just rehearsing some of my stories that I would tell the newest set of huntsmen and huntresses we would get this year, when suddenly I felt this surge of energy run down my spine. Though just as it appeared—" Port began.
"It vanished as soon as it came." Oobleck said.
"So you felt it as well?" He asked.
"Indeed, though if the Grimm were affected by it at this distance then we might want to inform the headmaster." He said.
"Where was the source of energy coming from?" Port asked.
"I've managed to pin-point an exact location. It is near the cliff sides of Beacon." Oobleck said.
"The Grimm were still affected even from this far away?!" He asked.
"Yes, and there will no doubt be more. We must inform the headmaster at once." The doctor said.
To think that another one would just show up at my front door yet again. It seems that history has its unique way of repeating itself. Ozpin thought to himself.
His train of thought, however, was cut off as he reached the field that the boy lay in. As he began to walk towards the boy, he looked to see if he was unconscious, napping, or dead. He hoped that the last one wasn't true.
There he is. I hope that the young man knows how its power works. That would save us the trouble of having to figure it out along the road. The headmaster thought as he walked over to the unconscious boy.
Firstly he put his hand up against the boy's neck to see if the boy was even still alive to begin with. After a few seconds, Ozpin felt a pulse, causing him to release a sigh of relief.
Good, the boy is unharmed. Now, let's see if he is in the mood to answer some questions. Ozpin thought to himself.
He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and started to see if he couldn't shake him awake. He had to have been shaking him for a good minute, though he was having no luck whatsoever, not even a groan or a mumble out of him.
Ozpin frowned as he was now very curious, the boy was alive and well but didn't seem to be waking up.
Strange. Perhaps he is under the symptoms of some disease. In that case I know just who to call. Ozpin thought as he pulled out his scroll.
He then pulled out his scroll and decided to call the school's doctor and Dust Specialist, Professor Peach. It rang for a few seconds until the professor picked up.
"Hello? Oh, Professor Ozpin, I wasn't expecting a call from you, is there something you need?" She asked in a cheerful tone.
"Yes, I need you to come to the fields outside of Beacon immediately."
"Why? What's wrong? Are you feeling alright? I told you that you shouldn't be drinking that much coffee, I already have Oobleck to deal with, I don't need you acting like that."
"It's not me, I found a boy out in Beacon fields that is in dire need of your medical abilities… and for the record, I do not need to cut down on the amount of coffee that I drink. I am doing just fine." Ozpin said.
"Oh! Okay, I'll be there right away, just stay with the boy and let me know if there is anything different with his behavior." Peach said as she cut off the connection, ending the call.
He put his scroll away and began to inspect the boy on a closer perspective. The boy had black-red hair, a black hoodie with white undershirt on, a pair of dark blue jeans, and black shoes with white laces. He looked like an average boy, so if he was the one to produce that massive amount of energy, how could he do it?
His eyes then trailed onto the sword on the ground. The sword in question had a silver handle with a black cloth wrapped around it and two black edges with some mysterious markings on them. It was in a dark leather sheath, which also had some mysterious markings.
"That must be its vessel." Ozpin said as he picked up the blade.
He closed his eyes, causing his aura to start to flow around him, the wind around him starting to pick up.
Though as soon as he activated his aura, the handle of the weapon suddenly got very hot, causing the man to drop the weapon.
Seems like it doesn't want to be disturbed. Not that I blame it. It must have made a massive leap if it had to use so much energy. Ozpin thought.
Though how was the boy even able to make the contract to begin with? From what I can see he doesn't even have his aura unlocked. He thought.
His thought was cut off by the sound of rapid footprints coming his way. In the distance, Professor Peach could be seen in the distance, with a medical kit in hand.
"I came as fast as I could, so where is the boy you spoke of?" Peach asked with a worried expression on her face.
"He's right here. He hasn't had any changes in his behavior, but shows no signs of waking up anytime soon." Ozpin stated.
Peach began to inspect the boy to see if he showed any symptoms of any sickness, disease, or injury to the internal organs.
"So far, I have nothing Ozpin, he seems perfectly fine. If you want, I can take him to the Medical District here in Beacon for a further examination." Peach stated.
"Yes, that seems to be the best course of action right now. Let me know if he wakes up, I have some questions for him." Ozpin said.
Peach nodded and began to carry the boy to the Medical District for a further examination. Ozpin sighed heavily. As much as he was concerned for the boy's health, the blade was more important right now. He picked up the blade from the ground and began to make his way to Beacon's library.
As Ozpin arrived at the library, he began to search for the book that may or may not confirm his suspicions on the sword.
"Oh, hello Professor. Is there any particular reason why you're here after just leaving a few hours ago?" The librarian asked.
"Yes, I'm looking for this." Ozpin said as he pulled out a slip of paper from his back pocket.
"I didn't take you for the type of person who would be into fairy tales." The librarian said.
Oh you have no idea. Ozpin thought to himself.
"May I ask why the sudden interest in this story?" She asked.
"I just want to confirm a suspicion of mine." Ozpin said.
"Very well, it is under the myths and legends category in the fifth row." She said, pointing to the top floor.
"Thank you." He said as he made his way up to the top floor of the library.
He continued to search under the Mythology category until he finally found what he was looking for; "Of Spirits and Weapons" He opened up the book and began to read.
"Long long ago, when the Kingdoms of Remnant were but simple towns, legends told of a legendary traveling blacksmith that went by the name of Olaf Avalonian. People say that his weapons were second to none because he was the very first person who started to manufacture dust into his weapons."
"One day during his travels across the lands of Remnant, he came across a temple. The temple held an old and ancient library."
"In that library, he found a book of incredible power. Though this was no ordinary book, rather than being filled with the stories of old, it was instead a book filled with various contracts. Once Olaf opened the book, twelve spirits came out and met the man, asking him what he was doing in their library. The man said that he was merely searching for ways to perfect his craft."
"The spirits requested that they hear his tale, wanting to know more about this unknown world that they were now in. Once the man had finished telling his tale, the spirits made an offer to the man. Free them from the book by signing a contract with the realm where they reside, and they would help serve him and this world however they see fit."
"The man agreed and signed the contract with the other realm. Allowing the spirits to be free to roam Remnant however they see fit. Though the spirits would need a vessel if mankind would ever have any hope in harnessing their power. Naturally, Olaf saw this as an opportunity to make his craft legendary. He allowed the spirits to use his weapons as a vessel."
"Once the deed was done, Olaf's craft became legendary. Warriors of all kinds would attempt to harness the power of the spirits, though only few would actually be able to forge a contact with them. The ones that did were rewarded with incredible power."
"Over time, they were given a title for their unimaginable power. They were known as the twelve Enchanted Weapons of Remnant."
"Though as the knowledge of the spirits spread throughout all of Remnant, so did the greed in the people's hearts. They wanted to take the Book of Contracts for themselves and make a fortune of their own."
"One day, a group of bandits attacked Olaf's convoy and demanded he give them the Book of Contracts. Olaf refused, and the bandits attacked Olaf, though due to the power of the spirits, he was able to kill the bandits with ease."
"Seeing the dangers of keeping the book, he went back to the temple and returned the book to the library. He then took the remaining enchanted weapons he had and scattered them across Remnant."
"Though throughout the course of history, warriors would take these weapons for themselves and charge into battle with their abilities."
"Some say that the kings and queens of Remnant wielded these weapons to protect their people."
"Others say that Bandits would take them to have an easier time raiding the various villages of the kingdoms."
"No one knows what happened to Olaf after that."
"Some say he faded away in the ripples of time, while others say he died due to his harsh and unhealthily working conditions."
"Though he left behind a legendary legacy, the vessels where the spirits reside are proof of his success."
Carnwennan: The Enchanted Dagger
Mjolnir: The Enchanted War Hammer
Indra: The Enchanted Bow
Rhongomiant: The Enchanted Spear
Cronus: The Enchanted Scythe
Sharur: The Enchanted Mace
Masamune: The Enchanted Katana
Perun: The Enchanted Axe
Dgraig Goch: The Enchanted Longsword
Flamberge: The Enchanted Sickles
Joyeuse: The Enchanted Rapier
Excalibur: The Enchanted Sword
"No one knows what remains of the spirits to this day? Some say that they are nothing more than a myth. Some say that there is a possibility for the tale to hold truth."
"There have been rumors, tales, and songs based off of the different descendants of the weapons. It is a tale that has held throughout the sands of time."
"Though, whether or not it keeps its legacy will depend on the next generation of the weapon users."
Ozpin read through each individual weapon. Each weapon had a picture of what it looked like, and Ozpin stared long and hard at the last one, Caliber.
"So it is as I suspected. This weapon indeed holds the spirit of Excalibur." Ozpin stated. Now a whole new series of questions were in his head as he confirmed his suspicions.
"How did that boy get his hands on such a powerful weapon?" He asked himself as he picked up his scroll and called Glynda.
"Hello? Oh, Professor Ozpin. Have you finished your errands?" Glydna asked.
"Not quite." I need you to meet me in the armory." Ozpin said.
"Understood, if you don't mind me asking, what for?"
"It appears that history is repeating itself once again." Ozpin said as he walked out of the library.
"To think that another one would just show up at our door once again." Glynda said.
"Yes, one of them hasn't appeared on our doorstep, not since all those years ago." Ozpin said.
"Tch, yes I am all aware of the actions that your pupil decided to take when they found out about the truth of the situation." She said.
"They made a choice, and that should not be something that they should be disgraced for." He said.
"Though to turn your back on the kingdom?!" Glynda asked.
"I said that they made a choice, I never said that I had to agree with the choice that they made." Ozpin said.
"..."
"I know how you looked up to them during your first years in Beacon." He said.
"It was but a childish admiration. I do not hold them in the high regard I held for them in the time of my youth." She said.
"Still, there was no shame in what they did." Ozpin said.
"Some of us have different thoughts on that matter." Glynda said.
"I was partially to blame for the way things turned out. Do not forget that, Glynda." He said.
"..."
"Though it is in the past now. We must look towards the future." Ozpin said.
"Yes, we must look for a new user for Excalibur. With his power we might be able to even the odds in this war of ours." She said.
"I believe we already have a wielder." He said.
"Hmm?... You mean the boy who appeared in front of the school?" Glynda asked.
"Well, the spirit was willing to act on its own accord to send him here. That means it has at least taken a slight interest in the boy." Ozpin said.
"Still, you know what could potentially happen if he doesn't learn to regulate the power properly." She said.
"Yes… I am aware of the risks." He said.
Though before Glynda could respond, she was quickly interrupted by the headmaster.
"Though there is no guarantee that he shall even desire to bear such power." Ozpin said. "Though if he is willing to take such risks, then I shall personally train him." He said.
"..."
"Though it will only be if he is willing to bear the responsibility for the power. Though in the end, the decision is up to him." He said.
"..."
"Have faith Glynda. His youth means he will have more time to get accustomed to the power." He said.
"Very well, for now, don't you have some students to pick out?" Glynda asked with a slight smirk on her face.
"Ah, yes, I will get right to that. Thank you, Glynda, you are dismissed." Ozpin said. Glynda nodded as she walked out of his office. Ozpin pulled out his scroll and began to look at the list of first-year applications. As he scrolled down, four students managed to catch his eye.
"Hmm, Coco Adel, Fox Alistair, Velvet Scarlatina, and Yatsuhashi Daichi." Ozpin said to himself as he looked over their transcripts.
As the beginning of the school year was approaching, Ozpin, who had just finished picking out the rest of the first years, had decided to see if he could find the boy in any of the systems. So far he was having no such luck; he looked at medical records, the birth records from Vale, Vacuo, Mistral, and Atlas, any of the records of people who have made citizenship from outside the kingdoms. All showed no one who barred even the slightest resemblance to the boy's DNA, which he had gotten from Peach.
It's almost as if he didn't exist until now. Ozpin thought to himself, his thoughts were interrupted as his scroll began to ring. He looked at the number to see that it was Peach.
"Yes? What is it Vanessa, any news on the boy's behavior?" Ozpin asked.
"That's the thing, Ozpin, he was awake!" Peach said in an excited tone.
"Was? What do you mean by that?" Ozpin asked in a confused tone.
"Well he asked where he was, and I told him he was in the Medical District of Beacon Academy."
"Then what happened?"
"He passed out on the floor, so he's back in bed again. But, he's okay, for a second there I thought he was in some sort of a coma."
"I see, that's great news. Let me know when he wakes up again, I would like to speak with him personally."
"Okay, that's if he doesn't pass out again."
The connection cut off and the call ended. Ozpin then sat back in his chair with a slight smirk.
"This will be an interesting year."