This is Remnant.
This is the world we live in. It’s a world full of wonder and beauty. It is also a world filled with darkness and strife. Mankind resides under the mercy of a beast. A beast we know as Grimm: harbingers of destruction and vessels of darkness. They seek one thing and one thing only: to bring about the desolation of all life. They are driven by nothing other than that.
Humanity, however, did not take too kindly to such malicious agendas. Humanity rose to the challenge and decided to fight back with it’s oppressors in an all out war to maintain their right to life in this beautiful yet cruel world.
Specially chosen individuals are chosen to combat the creatures of black an
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<[Chapter 2: A Tale of Trust Part 1]
“You’ve had quite the eventful day, it would seem.”
Her eyes are locked to the floor as she sits in her seat. Ruby’s red hair hangs over her eyes, shadowing them. Loud ticking rings out from the four clocks around the office in the clock tower. She ignores them relatively easily.
“I’m sorry things did not go so well today. Are you okay?”
She nods her head slowly.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Ruby. It’s obvious that you’re far from ‘okay’.”
She closes her eyes for a
She mumbles but doesn't wake up.
More mumbling, but she stays asleep.
She mumbles again, but wakes up this time. Groggily, she flips over and turns to her younger sister. Ruby stands over Yang’s bed, looking down at the blonde. Yang yawns loudly and scratches her belly button. She moves her head in a "what's up?" manner.
"Look,” is all Ruby says before turning and walking over to the other side of the room. Yang follows her sister's path with a raised brow. After walking a good distance away, Ruby turns back to her sister, points to Yang's eyes, then to her own. Yang mimics the movement, giggling at her sister’s childish movement.
Suddenly, Ruby is gone.
…No, she literally disappears. In the blink of an eye, Ruby is just gone, as if she were never there in the first pl
Her breaths are heavy. Her eyes are barely open. Her chest rises and falls slowly. Her blood continues to stream down her stomach. She can’t take much more.
The feather is a hindrance. While it’s still embedded in her abdomen, it is impossible to properly dress the deep wound and, at the very least, slow down the bleeding. At this rate, it won’t matter that they successfully escaped the burning city, or that the monsters definitely lurking around them in the shadows haven’t attacked. The feather was a hindrance. It had to go.
There was only one problem.
"You’ve… gotta pull it out Ruby…"
"I… I don’t think I can, Yang."
The blonde sighs, whether out of pain, or frust
<[Chapter 4: A Tale of Scars 2 (2/4)]
Hiking was never a particular hobby she delved in before. She’d done research on the act, hearing things about it being relaxing; a joyous adventure for any soul to partake in and enjoy. Truthfully, there was a time she’d thought about giving it a try, maybe participating in something new.
But, at this very moment, right now, she realized why she’d never bothered to pursue that interest. Because, to put it bluntly: this sucked.
"Ah! Dang it! Stupid… branch!"
She ungracefully made her way through the forest in search of the shack. Her rapier hand swung at oncoming branches that found it funny to smac
It was so warm. Everything was so warm. The soft bed she slept on, the pillow her head rested on, the sunlight draping over her body like a blanket, the small, whimsical smile on her lips; everything felt warm.
Her eyes were closed as she lay still, enjoying her lazy day nap, one of the few times she didn’t feel the need for constant movement. She was absolutely satisfied simply enjoying her rest. She swore she could lay there until the end of time. In fact, there was nothing truly stopping her from doing just that.
That is, until he walked.
She felt her stomach flutter as he gently sat down on the edge of her bed, as if he were trying not to wake her up too soon. Through her half-sleep daze, she knew he’d come to get her lazy butt up for the day, as he always did.
“Nora…” he whispered softly.
She could hear her vo