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I've decided to actually USE my fanfiction account for once, and after reading a few stories I liked, I figure I should try to write my own story. the prologue below is something I threw together at about midnight on shift at a local gas station. I came back to it, took it from a measly 100 words, and tried to make the beginning of something that looks like the start of what might be an okay story. Oh, and-

I WILL NOT BE UPDATING THIS STORY CONSTANTLY/CONSISTENTLY.

That's not saying I won't at least TRY to update, but I am a lazy person, with no real excuse for it.

Oh, disclaimer – I own no part of RWBY.

Do enjoy.

Champion

Chapter 1: Prologue

Jaune Arc was a young boy living just outside of Atlas, with seven sisters, his mother and father. Even though it was against his parents wishes, he wanted to become a hunter. His father, his father's father, and so on up the arc family line, have all been great hunters. Maybe not quite legends, like his great great grandfather, but they were loyal, strong, and above all else, valiant. No one usually ever thought of an Arc unless they were thinking about Jaune's own great great grandfather, who helped save an astounding amount of people during the war, and lead his allies in many fights.

He dreamed of carrying on the family tradition, of becoming a renowned huntsman. A man looked up to by faunus and human alike. A man who defeated Grimm, saved women and children, and protected all those he could consider friendly, be they faunus or human. Jaune wanted people to acknowledge him as a great man, and he was willing to give up a good part of his childhood to do so. He knew he couldn't let his parents learn about anything he was planning on doing, so he needed to be extra careful about keeping an alibi and covering his tracks.

He knew he had very few useful talents, something that always bothered him, but he knew he would never make it far as a huntsman without combat skills. He quickly made a list in his head of the few things he could do to make himself better. He needed a more refined education, but the nearest combat school was both too far away, and too expensive for a boy like him to scrounge up. He would need to use the library inside of city limits. His strength was lacking, but he was still far too young to do strenuous exercises that might stunt his growth. He would simply build his stamina and eat better, no matter how gross he thought some of the healthier foods were. Last on his list, but most importantly, in his own opinion, was the knowledge of combat forms, such as swordsmanship,

There were very few people who he could ask to train him, most of which he already knew would deny him, but he could begin his education in a library, possibly even learning about the Grimm themselves. He would need to put large amounts of his free time into it, but that was a sacrifice he was willing to make. He supposed that this type of training and self education might also hurt his academic skills, but he would at least try to keep up. The first person he decided to try to learn from would be one of the patrolling guards, preferably one who wouldn't tell his dad about what he's doing.

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Please leave me reviews, as I can use them to structure my story in a more reader-friendly way, better my grammar, and could definitely motivate me to write more often. 3