It was a peaceful day on Remnant. Everything was peaceful. No clouds in the sky, no Grimm in the forest, birds singing. The sun shone happily in the sky, beaming down on the inhabitants of Remnant. That is, until, a loud sound, which sounded like deep, mechanical wheezing, was heard. Out of nowhere, a tall, dark blue box seemingly faded into existance. It was made of wood, had two windows on each side, each divided into six white squares. Along the top, on all four sides, were the words 'Police Public Call Box' and on the very top was a lightbulb, which rested in a cage.

The door opened up, and an old man stumbled out. He had short, grey hair, a scraggly grey mustache and beard, wrinkles and liverspots all over his hands and face. His clothes were worn, faded brown boots, tattered dark brown pants, brown shirt, a very old brown leather jacket, and a scarf. He looked to the box. "Alright, old girl..." he said, patting the box with a shaky hand. "Stay hidden until I come back... or leave if I don't..." with that he started to stumble to where he heard the hustle and bustle of civilization, while the box vanished in a ripple of light.

Noah Arc was pacing back and forth ouside the hospital, worried for his beloved wife, Juliet. She was currently in labor, about to have their eighth child. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his tired face. He opened his dark green eyes, looking around him. Then, he saw him. The old man.

He obviously saw a lot in his life. That much was evident in his sunken, milky grey eyes. He walked with a limp and stumble. He was shaking bad.

Noah, being the kind hearted man he is, rushed to help him. The man looked to him with a face more tired than the soon to be father of eight. "Thank you," he said, in a soft, raspy whisper. Whenever he breathed it looked like it hurt, evident with his wincing. Noah helped the man inside.

"We need some help here" he said. Nurses rushed over and started asking questions, to which the old man, Jaune Smith - called the War Doctor, or just the Doctor - as he told them to call him, told them. He was shot multiple times, suffered internal bleeding, a peirced lung, and a ruptured spleen. It was a wonder that he was still alive without Aura.

The War Doctor sighed heavily as he was layed onto the gurney and taken away. He lived for so long and just wanted to let go.

Hours passed and the War Doctor had died. He didn't regenerate. He refused to. So, he died. However, when he died, his energy, powerful Time Lord essence, escaped his mouth in a mist of gold that only a few could see. The ones who hoped when there was no hope.

The golden mist floated around, searching for a new host. No, not host. A new body. It's old one died and it wanted to live on, even if its old body didn't want to. After a bit of searching, it saw a woman giving birth. The baby would be a stillborn. It would take advantage of this, live on as it gave this human life. However, the baby wouldn't be the same as the others. It wouldn't be human, or the animal humans that it saw. It would be so much more.

Hours passed since Noah Arc left his wife. He had come back in when his name was called, worried for his wife, son, and that old man. He smiled as he saw the bundle in his wife's tired arms. He moved over and smiled. "You did good, Juliet..." he said softly.

"Thanks, Noah. We're never doing this again..." Noah laughed and nodded.

They were about to look at the baby that was sleeping in Juliet's arms, but their attention was drawn to the door as it opened. They missed the golden mist escaping the baby's mouth.

A nurse walked in. "Mister Arc?" with a nod, she continued. "The old man, the Doctor?" with another nod, she finished. "He didn't make it" this saddened Noah, but he nodded. With that, the nurse left.

He looked down at the baby in his wife's arms. "How about we name him Jaune? Jaune Arc" his wife looked at him and smiled.

"What a beautiul name"

They hugged, but turned their heads to the window when they heard a deep wheezing.

And thus begins the tale of Jaune Arc, a baby who was brought to life by the soul of a Time Lord. He would go on to help many. And, when he attends Beacon, he finds out what he truly is. Who he truly is.