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The incidents within the world of Remnant leaves the fame of the saviors, and one of the millions of the admiring residents makes her way out into the society, trying to work her way up. She's not educated as a huntress, not educated with the use of a weapon. Everything is self-taught, and everything is under a hostile world filled with chaos and grim light. However, with the inspiration that she has, can only do nothing but smile the day away, only trying to forget the pain that happened from herself.

In her youth, she was being raised by a family in a peaceful village. Her parents being her father Snapdragon Valentine, and her mother being Astroemeria Valentine. She never had any sisters, or any relatives and she lived with her parents, and she was only an infant when they moved to the village.

Although it is miles off of the Kingdom of Vale, when Vale's agricultural resident was still growing, there comes the village of Tills. There's only an archway of an entrance and apart from it, it's a very vast and wide. Fences are placed aside to protect people's crops, and till the soil for their own vegetation, producing their own food, and raising cattle, for their own milk and protein. Irrigation systems and such are modified to an extent, not only to make sure the soil is prepped, but the cows and the other animals graze into the lands. It is a very peaceful society.

The village consists of mainly a populous of Fauna. Humans are not forbidden to live so long as they can build their own house and make sure that the property isn't taken. The village is not fenced, and everyone in the neighborhood is friendly and welcoming enough for them to take in.

In her life, the girl was raised under a village of farmers. She saw how everyone farmed the moment she walked, and especially how her mother takes care of plants around her. A happy, and carefree girl, growing up with nothing matters in the world, with a Utopian society free of problems and a thriving village.

However, 5 years on how their living in the village, everything seemed peaceful on the sort. People are being pacifist and they predicted the weather so they brace themselves. The Valentine household was saying their usual grace, with her mother and father holding their daughter's hand before they eat.

Although calm as it is and everything was protected, something was ill informed past the kingdom of Vale that didn't reach this village from the news, and it did not occur as planned.

One hour past during the stormy night, everyone was either asleep, watching TV, or having an activity something important to do on the village's growth. However, on a very silent night when the storm was slowly brewing, the trees rattled. From then on, growls started to be visible, and roars suddenly pierce through the surrounding area. Unsuspectingly, every guard out in the field didn't have a clue, but then; multiple Grimm of various kinds charged at the village. They wreaked havoc endlessly towards every house, annihilating everything inside and out, killing dozens if not hundreds of people and cattle.

Houses are set on fire, smokes went ablaze, and came to the residents of the Valentine Household. Her parents tried to escape, but as soon as they got out of the door, the girl's parents were impaled by the Boarbatusk; A Grimm that has a features of a boar. The Grimm went into their house, charged in further with her parent's carcasses and destroyed the house from the top up. The girl reacted, although feared for her life, she ran from the collapsing house. The roof's lanterns fell and burned the structure, including her room and her valuables.

The girl was looking around, Grimm still fill the village with chaos and all she can do is run away into the nearby closing where the rain wouldn't hit her and the Grimm wouldn't go after.

Daylight comes, and the light shines upon the ruins.

She comes back towards the village, looking around to see something to salvage. Emotionally scarred, the adrenaline helped her to make decisions that were rational only to her survival, but she was completely numb and all she can do is operate unconsciously, using the tools that she can find on the ground like a scavenger, finding plows, sickles, and seeds.

She went back to where her house was, burnt to the ground. Yet standing on the floor was a pristine picture of her parents. She smiles at it and cried, holding it close to her arms knowing that she's always not alone and she can be strong enough to survive by herself.

To retain a bit of her happiness, she remembers her parents tend to plant flowers a lot on a pot. There stood a lowly rose, still budding from its state. House burnt, and house ridden, she’s thankful enough that there’s something to remind her parents with, and that’s a tiny plant that symbolic from her heart that she kept most dear.

In one of her scavenge days, she found a guitar, still intact within one of the buildings. The 6 stringed instrument calmed her down, eased out her nerves a bit, serving as an outlet of her own fire. Sullen looks aside, she kept pressing on, strumming on the guitar; even if she didn’t learn a thing or two, the tune of it along with the wind calms her down.

She thrives off of the land, albeit the concern of the Grimm. Any Grimm that passes by the village, she ends up mentally strong enough to bare the pain and use the tools she has out of sheer anger to use them as meat. Repeatedly so, she still manages to spend her time on a guitar after, tinkering on what patterns she can play next, and what her heart can hum out along with it.

Time passes, and as years flow by, and the agricultural sector of Vale reached into the ruins of Tills. Grimm are becoming more prominent and she keeps fending herself from it.

However, on some occasions; she looks up in the sky, seeing people with superhuman speed, strength, and the will to pursue something. Every time she veers towards the people flying in the sky, she glances where they go and always go after them.

These are the moments where it seems to amaze her a bit. Some days off of curiosity, and some days that she wants to look at how these people fight off the creatures, vs herself just fending off from survival. Here at this point, she was amazed by the intricate weapons that these people hold, and how they handle it with incredible strength. Each time then on, she gets inspired, to train and to persevere herself, strengthening her will as a survivor, but someone who wants to operate and protect everyone.

She never learned to fight, however punching a rock foundation of a burnt house, bleeding from her fists will always suffice. With a good workout almost any time she gets a moment of inspiration of one of the people that came in to fend off of the Grimm, it’s her drive to push herself, albeit her own self injuries and harm.

Every day in her life, she has to go back from the town and forth to a destroyed village where she used to live with her parents. Albeit her house burnt down, and living with not a roof over her head, she looked at her family photo, the only surviving piece of her family, being left behind in a bottom part of a somewhat lowered drawer that she was able to scavenge around from the rest of the houses.

The rose she grew early in her life, thriving in the pot and turning slowly into a triple petal. Her mood slowly begins to brighten up the moment that it keeps blooming and being taken care of. She does so when she still plays with her guitar, with already on her head a couple of songs that she strummed out that made a rhythm on her own beat, pulsing through the courses of her mind and spirit.

Seeing the roses’ bloom, every day she protects them somewhat with her used guitar, and anything to get it in safe when the rainy weather became too harsh. She giggles a bit on a thought that they’d get too chubby because of the water coming towards them, and when the sun shines for them to bloom again, a bright smile always appear from herself.

Time flew by once more and the forest came closer, and shaking bushes or any weird sound gestures anything that needed for her to be prepared. More Grimm appear again, delving into new variety, including a Nevermore, Beowolves, and Creepers. When this occasion happens, she looked at any tool that she can find.

First, a farm sickle. Great for any Beowolf problems, but with close range comes with a high risk. Then on comes a pickax, great for stabbing someone, but it doesn't seem to have enough force for her to gain momentum while impaling. A third option would be a mallet, but with the momentum, it would still take long to crack open a Grimm’s skull.

She reminded herself at this point on how intricate the weapons are when the beings of the sky had.

At one night then, she tried to make the sense of two objects combining together. Seeming as if the pickaxe can do enough damage and the hammer can retain its momentum, she combined the two together, ironically using a pickaxe through a nailing into her mallet. When enough hole was carved in, she used all her strength in might to pull out the pickaxe head. Her two weapons now combined, she swings at it.

It felt a little right, but a little wrong.

Morning comes, and she does her usual routine. Till the garden with her sickle, water the flowers, and scavenge. She was sweating bullets when she was trying to find as much unique object she can from the ruins.

One time on that day, she spotted a Creeper nearby her house. She found a perfect opportunity to test out her weapon, carrying on her shoulder. She ran at the creature, leaning her body to the side, encircling herself. Then with a swift swing at the creature like a baseball bat hitting a ball, she manages to mash the skull of the creature, but instead of breaking the skull of the creature, she impaled its cheekbone along as well, as the head of it gets stuck on it. The creature screamed and retaliated, swinging its arm towards her and she gets flung off towards the fences, knocking them down. She smiles meaning for her more food. Although, the creature is a little bit mad, it charges at her for another attack.

Her body reacted, looking at her hammer. She kicked up her leg as high as she can. She ached a bit, but in this case the hammer head was shown down, hanging like a pendulum in between her legs. The creature was lured, and baited in as the exposed part of its skull was stabbed straight onto its brain, causing the creature’s entire body to shut down. Clumsily, she lands on her body towards the mud and frowned a bit. Not to herself from fighting and finally winning off of a fight on a new creature she’s never seen before, but rather noticing the blood seeming to crawl up and ending up making the wood look like a bloodshot red.

She sighed, and finally said a word in her entire 9 years of silence, "...I guess I need to get something a little better, right mom?"

She looked up the sky, and began her journey towards the forest. She fended off Grimm that came by her. With her old hammer at hand, and the bloodstains expanding and spreading towards the grains of the wood. Time by time, she used this journey to empower and improve her own endurance, strength, her psyche, and physique.

At the end of her long journey, tens of miles away from her village, she finds a field. It was torn, brazen, and burnt, with the smell of burnt Grimm and bullets, along with a bit of an odd smell. Fallen soldiers, charred on the ground, along with their weapons, decommissioned and destroyed. She widened her eyes, shocked at the sight from fallen soldiers, which seemed that they have succeeded to fend off the creatures of Grimm.

She looked left and right as she walked near, checking the area if there are any creatures of Grimm that will assassinate her. Oddly to herself, the field was silent, and it looks like it has been untouched for years. It seems to her studies, that these were the people who stopped the monsters from spreading apart when the village was attacked, if not looking into the area with a skeleton of an old Boarbatusk. When she was in the middle of it, familiar rose petals blew across the wind, reminding of her parents. Knowing that, she smiled, and knelt down to meditate.

After a calm silence, she pressed forward. She stood up looking at the weapons on the field. She looked around for any useful parts, and started to scavenge.

She found materials from used weapons, coming from the soldiers who fought bravely within the battlefield since she can't afford the metal to do so. With the materials she gathered, she gathered materials around the ruins to start a bonfire, to think that she can forge the weapons together to make something more durable, and something to replace her old hammer. She knows the materials, but the method of forging is yet needed to learn. She gathered the old wood from fences, a big ceramic bowl, and a little ceramic bowl that’s shaped like a block. Looking curious, she doesn't know how metal is forged.

Having the will to learn to do so, she left her home behind again, to travel yet again for a far. A bit more months pass by when she crossed over into another agricultural village. She sees some forgers to look and visualize how it works. Albeit simple enough, melting the metal does require what supplies she has. She kept going back and forth during the process, seeming she knows the path now and it shortened her trip from a month to days.

During the days she tried to forge, her hammer took a few prototypes here and there. Some of the results she didn't want did show visibility, and it took a lot more scavenging than it should. She wasted a lot of weapons, and she keeps melting her old weapon to make a new one. However, the design of the pickaxe hammer design doesn't work. Finding out what can be more efficient, she tried another method. She tried countless designs, pulling out from a hammer and shovel, towards a hammer and axe. The hammer and axe seems to be the most efficient design out of all, but she wants to up the ante. Cutting and smashing, rather than impaling and smashing, but she wanted a cleaner cut.

She thought about it deeply, and she concluded with a final design: a chainsaw system.

The moment she had an enlightenment, she tried to find a working motor around the ruins of the village. She giggled to herself, obviously still finding tractors in her village that aren't ruined that much, and upon walking to one, she checked the engine. Lying deep inside, the vehicles have a small motor. It’s a unique magnetic core, fitting to the hand and seeming to be powered by gyration of energy. She tested it out by simply pulling her palm towards the rubber and ran it through a slow pace. Albeit slow, it wouldn't stop until she herself made it do so.

She was doubtful as first, knowing that the engine was too small. She then thought to herself, “Hmm, since the motor won’t stop from a slight push,” she questioned, “I wonder what would happen if I push it down faster…” She rubbed her hands along the rollers and tugged it very fast. The motor erratically goes uncontrollable from her hand and roll off afar in a very fast pace and getting lost in the forest. She heard a familiar scream, knowing a Grimm died in the middle of the forest with that same motor. She was clear, smiling whilst looking at another tractor nearby the one she took the engine off. Knowing the new factor and the power of these engines, she might hit onto something.

Time and time through, 3 more months passed. She celebrates her own birthdays with her own fruits she grew, and ate by herself. Her parent’s picture in front, and she kept talking to the picture. She laughs, and her happiness is kept in bliss with her heart. The roses around her garden bloomed into a whole plant of them, an orchard growing from the back of the ruins, blowing across the winds and scattering around the field.

The usual latter, she fends off more Grimm , trained herself to exhaustion, and scavenged more weapons on the field that she goes to where the dead soldiers lay, meditating and praying more. She puts on multiple designs on her hammer, that doesn't seem to work, as even more prototypes were wasted with more motors that she kept finding to make it work.

Latter of the month, in the middle of her 17th year, she widened her eyes, finally enlightening herself how the weapon would work. Immediately, she got up from her bed and started drawing the final prototype she laid off on the ground with her farm sickle and a soil off of someone else’s farm. She bit her lip with anticipation, knowing that with her hardest efforts, she will make a weapon, more improved than its latest design. She ran across the fields and went into the soldier’s field. Unfortunately, there was only a few weapons left to be scavenged.

Sighing in relief, she just focused on the supplies. “Let’s make it the last time.”

After gathering the last bit of the supplies, she made the final design of her weapon. Forged it once more, and without any more supplies left, her final design was finished. It was tinted red with the clay she finds on the grounds of the farms. She revved up the hammer slowly and along the grooves, it operated smooth. She then tested the buttoned area, and all the levers and pulleys inside was pushed rapidly, as the hammer made an angry, chainsaw-like noise. She happily smiled, knowing that she made a functioning one, and she knows, it’s her final and her best one.

The core system was the tractor motor, and it goes in a gap in between 2 rings of the hammer console and has a trigger on the top to push the motor to function. The trigger has multiple inlays of spring coil and thin rods inside that extend the speed and make the motor even faster. In between the hammer rings and overlays the motor, lay a ring of spikes on top of a rubber wheel, that seemed to come off of a bike, and surrounding those two rings, were 2 hammerheads, each weighing 45 pounds on each end.

Day comes tomorrow, she tested it out on the field first. Pushing the trigger on the handle, it spun the entire hammer, having that angry noise. Because the hammer had a very thick end, and have a little spike exposure, she had a crazy idea and thought of it as a ride. Smiling at the thought she slammed the hammer down on the ground first, hard enough to make it stop gyrating out for safety’s sake.

Putting on a makeshift attachment that she had from the remaining bars that she forged, she stepped on the attachment that sits a little above the hammerhead spikes. Pushing the trigger again, she widened her eyes in excitement, exclaiming whilst she was being dragged around the field fast, “Oh s**t!” She cheered on, finding out that it worked like a charm.

She used it to till an entire field, and in 30 acres was only done in less than 15 seconds, having a full field filled with seeds that she was proud on herself that the hammer works. It felt like to her as if she was gliding on the ground, scattering the seeds on the soil on a very organized field. She had a complete crop in the end of the day, proudly smiling at herself, having her parent’s picture right next to her.

As the days go, at one point she went out of the field to work again. Plants are slowly growing into crop and she's about to go for the same 30 acres to retrieve some that were grown. She had a full hay bale of wheat that she uses to nourish herself using the same hammer to powder, crush, and till even more soil and plant, as her daily regimen. She makes her loaves of bread, and as meat using the cured and cooked Grimm that pass by and the one she slays.

Her roses still in full bloom, and her guitar sessions seems to be longer, and she sings some songs fully from her sullen look, now on her 17th year, she’s more happy, reflecting her entire life so far. Albeit living alone with a ruin of her house, the only thing that keeps her sane seems to be her parent’s picture, her roses, her farm, and her voice.

While she was singing, a person, seeming to don on a very unique uniform was sent flying on a nearby patch of forest and landed on her field. The person looked like he was unconscious and bruised a bit badly, but on his hand as she looked, it reminded her of how the previous heroes looked that they have that same weapon. The person having a silver hair, a cane, and a pair of glasses.

The hero, getting up, he said, "You may want to move..."

She responded with a smile, "I deal with this every day...", then looking at the Grimm that's incoming, she prepared herself. A Nevermore crashed into the field. Grinning, she looked at the neck of the creature, saying to herself, “That should be the weak spot…” She opened up the latch to deploy the flooring for her hammer as a transportation. The detachment seems to be forged with the hammer as an additive to her final design, sorely for her convenience, folding down. She revved it with the angry noise.

The hero looked at her in curiosity, rubbing his chin while the girl began rushing towards the bird using her hammer.

The girl planted the hammer on the ground and gets dragged along with it weightlessly. She smiled a bit, looking at the intimidating bird, seeming around her time slowed down, reflecting everything so far what she’s done, to prosper and make better off herself. Around her whilst she zoomed by, a trail of roses floated past her and using this momentum, she jumped out of her hammer and used the momentum of her speed to launch herself towards the bird.

The bird flapped its wings, trying to interfere with her trajectory. She yelled out with all her might, swinging around in a circle, trying to swim past the blowing winds, using the spike on the side as a propeller. With that momentum, she used that moment and continued on with a wide swing and then; the hammer landed on the Nevermore’s head, twisting it to the point that it contorted and decapitated its neck. The blood that spattered, ended up as flying roses on the field.

She crashed down on the ground and slammed her back, whilst the hammer stopped to spin. She smiled a bit, but her strength quickly drains out. She looked up on the sky and panted as more rose petals flew in the sky, laying down to rest.

The hero, already walking up to her, clapping with a grin, he says, “That was impressive…”

The girl glanced on the side hearing his voice. The hero continued, “So tell me what your name is, little one?”

Hesitantly, she responded with a nervous tone, "Rose...” putting on a fake smile then, "Rose Valentine,"

The man looking back at her, he smiled with her, seeming to catch on, just as bright, "Ozpin... A Huntsman and a master of a certain school in vale..." He glanced his eyes towards the dead carcass of a Grimm, then to the sky. “Did you learn that fighting style from somewhere?” he asked.

Rose lain her head back down, looking up to the sky as she reflected on what happened to her life 10 years ago, knowing what happened and how rough it was for her to raise up. "...No sir..." She took a breath closing her eyes, "...I never had school since my parents died. I was only able to speak, but I can't write..."

Ozpin turned his head slightly and glanced at Rose, “You fought very well.” He surveyed the area, looking at the ruins, but one area seems to be thriving without a roof on it, but a little tent structure in the middle, a guitar that’s placed on a stoop, some hay bale on the side. Questioning Rose again, “Is that where you lived?”

Rose finally sat up, looking at Ozpin, “Yeah… That’s the house where my parents are…”

Ozpin continued, turning his body back at Rose to pay attention to her. “..And you lived by yourself in how long…?”

Rose responded hesitantly, "10 years by myself, sir..." Curiously she had a thought, she looked at Ozpin, and “By the way, not to change the topic…”she asked, “…but what’s a huntsman?”

Ozpin responded straightforwardly, “We are huntsmen.” He then sat right next to Rose, “We fight these creatures of Grimm to keep people safe from harm.” Turning his head to her, petting her hair, “Why do you ask?”

Rose looked down with a light smile, “I kept seeing people fend my area off and for once…” Then she tilted her head up, looking at the sky. Her long twin tailed hair blew across the wind as she continued, “…And I was wondering who you guys are…”, then she looked back at Ozpin, “…because they seem to save me, and they’re my heroes…”

Ozpin responded again straightforwardly, “True, we are heroes,” he explained, “...but our duty is to defend the innocent from harm by hunting all these Grimm… Hence the Huntsman.” He then stood up, tossing a card for the Beacon Academy, granted she was accepted into the school, albeit the requirements. "The girl who survived by herself, and was raised from the buds of the rose..." Grinning, he started walking away, "It's as if something was bounded by this area that just makes me feel young again..."

She smiled, and nodded her head as Ozpin slowly faded away from the area, looking down at the card.

Day came by again and packed her bags up. She looked at her parent’s photo for one last time and smiled at them, “I’m going to school now, mom… dad…” She cried a bit with her tears of mixed emotions, putting their picture back at the drawer. She lifted her guitar up and started her long trek all the way to Beacon, not knowing what’s next with her, but with the hope of her own plight. She believes herself that she can do it. It's a very hard learning curve for her to do so, but with the right amount of teaching coming from the proper trainers, is what she is looking forward to.

With her journey she passes, the Rose bush bloomed, and the petals scatter and pollinate the rest of the plants around the forest again.

::A Timeless Legacy: Prologue End