The Pack

'''If you see improper grammar, please, ask to edit that part, it would be kind from your part. Thank you. '''- Alex.

Ready?

My father told me, that long, loong ago, ever before the Great War, there was a man who lived in the woods of an unnamed place.

This man always walked through a path that leading him to a small cave not to far from his home, a cave where they lived his dear friends.

Every morning he went to say "hi!", and every night he played with the children and say "goodbye" after that. It is said that before their friendship, one of them attacked the man, reasonable action as it was an unknown, and left him a scar on the man's right cheek.

Instead of respond the attack, the man retired slowly. The next day, he returned with a freshly hunted deer that offfered to them, gift that made the kids enormously happy. And after that event, it began to form a link between that man, and the so called "pack".

Back to the story, the man returned to his cottage that was outskirts of an already forgotten village. He bathed, ate, and finally, slept, sometimes with the thought: "Why? Why am I doing this?"

The answer comes when turns around and sees his shelf, there was only a small and old frame, but still visible a picture where is the man, hugging a kid and a woman.

In a rainy day, when the nightfall was finishing, the man was heading to the cave as always, but... The view in front of him wasn't the same...

The cave, where they lived his friends... Was stained with blood and ashes. In the ground... an image that he would never forget: The five lifeless bodies of his friends, filling the earth with their blood, turning the blue tears of the man into a dark crimson.

There was he, kneeled in front of his fallen friends, shedding tears of frustration, sadness, and sorrow, for not being with them before. When he vented his cries, the man began to hear multiple footsteps of someone, or something.

Some versions says that the Grimm was who killed his friends, others who were a group of burglars, however, it ends in the same result.

The man heard the footsteps more louder, with some laughs too, they were closing in where he was. The steps stopped, the man turned his head slowly to realize that behind him, was the silhouettes of a group of men, bandits, who quite unsure start talking to the man.

"Hey! Are you lost sir?"

^Better be careful when returning wherever you came sir, there may be more beasts like those around^

The man returned his view to his friend, who was still changing the color of the earth. He look one of the children bodies, the man notice something shining in their mouth, he closed a bit and moved delicately the body. The shiny thing was a little aquamarine stone, it had a peculiar graven on the tip, exuding a mysterious but beautiful aura, the man let out tears again.

^Did you think he has something?^

"Just keep normal."

'Beasts?' - The man finally spoke.

'Did you believed... That those innocent creatures were beasts? When you were who ended with their lives in such a banal way?'

"Th-th-they, they were a plague, attacking our s-"

'The ONLY plague... ARE YOU!!" - He interrupted the bandit, crushing the stone angered with his hand after yelled. The stone's aura was covering the man. The raiders, dumbfounded, decided to attack him, but when the first one was trying to stab their weapon, they were repulsed and fell. After recovered and stood, they saw something that left them petrified...

It was the man, covered by an aquamarine aura, and on his sides... Five wolves, the spirits of his friends. The burglars couldn't believed what they were seeing.

The man drew from his coat a sheath, that long time ago he left in silence. After so many years, many memories were returning... He unsheathed a silver swords, the edge was making the first sound cutting the air and water that was still falling.

The bandits were still in shock, the man started to move towards them, followed by his old friends... Without hesitate... He started to stain the logs of the trees with blood, his silver blase was turning into a brilliant crimson. After the bloodshed, the old friends of the man howled one last time, and scattered into the woods.

The man returned home, tires, with a headache, his feet gave up when he was in front of his bed. The next morning, finished packing the last thing missing, only two bags in total of all that he needed. The man knew that the journey would be long, without return, or success, but that didn't matter.

He walked down the same path that went everyday, but this time, when he get to the cave where sometime lived his old friends, saw five mounds, mounds that lay them, that he did last night, on that rainy day... A memory that he would never forget...

'Goodbye... My dear friends.' - He told them for last time, and retired slowly...

Years later, the man with his new life could smile again, every time when seeing his daughter playing on the camp, every time he said "goodnight" to his new family..

But he always remembered that day of rain, the day when he heard the howls of his old friends in his head, when he saw that strange stone and used it to avenge them, he remembered... Every time he looked his child and her peculiar mark that she had since the day when she born, a scar, in shape of a wolf claw, something that reminded him of the day he met his old friends... He's pack

"Beware with those who can howl like the pack."

* What a wonderful story for a kid.

> I said that they are more versions.

- We can skip those details, what it matters now is the story.

* Yeah, you already knew it was real.

> This is the reason why you allow my son to skip two years at the Academy? What worries you?

- It's been so long since the Mark has been seen, I'm just taking cautions.

> For what? You think that I am not capable to protect my own child?

- Of course not, but-

* But knowing that YOU don't poses that mark, keep an eye on him in the Academy is the best option.

> Excuse me!?

-  Forgive me for this but I'll give him the reason. We don't have nothing to help your son to control his power, even if we have it, we can't ignore the possibility of another accident.

> ... Despite that, you don't think that was a little exaggerated? Qrow and I can protect him while he is on Si-

* Ehem! Excuse me but as you don't notice, I AM an huntsman, not a babysit. And Oz is the one who has that complex... Besides, he already did it with my niece, so don't be worried about your son.

> ...

- Wolfram, I know that it's hard for you, but you need to trust me, that I-

> Fine, train him in Beacon, you already invited him so...

- I assure you that your son wi-

> Save yourself the sermon Oz, I know that you called me for something else, where am I going this time?

- ******************

> What? Are your sure about that?

- We need answers, I trust in you to find them...

> ... Fine, I will leave in two days, I need to do somethings before.

- That's okay.

> If that's all, excuse me.

- Wolfram!

> ...

- Be careful.

> ... I never am. Qrow...

* ?

> Thanks, for trained him.

* ... Heh. Thank his mother... And you.

> Goodbye.

* What you expect from the kid Oz?

- . . . I hope he can be... Our Four of a Kind.

 [NOTICE THAT ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LENGUAGE]