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“Do you know how hard it is to find a dust shop open this late?” A tall, burly, man with big furry ears and an underbite asked. A man in a black suit came up to the merchant behind the counter and raised a gun to his face.
The old merchant held his hands up in fear, “Please, just take my money and leave.”
“Calm down. We’re not here for your money.” The man said tauntingly. He turned towards his men, “Grab the dust.”
Six men in black suits behind him separate to opposite walls, they are all holding canteens. Dozen of pipes holding different colored dust inside. One man reached for one of the pipes when he heard a faint sound of music playing to hit left. When he looked, the man spotted a little girl with short, light, brown, disheveled hair with big, round glasses, scrolling through the magazine rack. “Hey put your hands up in the air,” the man threatened, holding his sword toward them. When he got no response he growled, “Hey! Didn’t you hear me, kid? You got a death wish or something?” He went to grab the girl by the shoulders and spun her around to face him.
“Huh?” The small girl asked wearing a pair of headphones.
The guy points to his ears to signal her to take it off. “Yes?” The girl responded.
“I said put your hands in the air! Now!”
“Are you... robbing me?” The girl asked.
“Yes!”
“Oh...” she smirked.
With a kick to his stomach, the small girl sent the guy flying across the store. That grabbed the burly man’s attention.
With a nod of his head, he sent two more men to deal with the problem. One of the men held his gun up and yelled, “Freeze!”
Crash!
The guy was sent straight through the window into the streets. The big threatening boss looked on towards the street to the cause of his men going down. The girl was holding an angular satar by her side which extended out to form a whip and grappling hook. She held her headphones in her other hand and turned it off with a quick press of a button.
The leader of the bunch smirked, “Okay.” He looked at his remaining men left and nodded to the girl with a frown, “Get her.”
The men in black suits started to attack her. The girl avoided all of them by grabbing one guy by the leg and flinging him toward another building, kicked another guy square in the chest, and knocking out a guy with her grappling hook to the head.
The last guy collapsed in front of the boss who sighed, “You were worth every cent. Truly you were. Well, green, I can’t say this has been an eventful evening. As much as I would like to oblige..” He raised his gun, aiming at the girl, “I’m afraid this is where we part ways.” He shot towards the ground below her feet creating a small explosion and clouds of dust.
The small girl coughed into her hands and frantically searched the streets around her. She found him on top of a building running away from her. With one last look to the old shopkeeper, she asked, “You okay if I go after him?”
The old man nodded.
When the taller man made it to the edge of the building, the girl used her grappling hook to pull herself quickly onto the roof, “Hey!”
The man grunted, “Persistent.”
A cargo jet flew up from the bottom of an alley in front of the man. He jumped on and turned around, facing the girl. He held a small red crystal in his hand, “End of the line green!” He tossed the crystal in front of the small girl and raised his gun.
The girl realized too late that the crystal was actually dust. She gasped and tried to jump out of the way only for the dust to massively explode!
The burly man laughed but stopped when he noticed a new figure standing in front of the girl.
A man with orange hair and mustache holding a riding crop had a protective shield in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, he sent beams of dust at the ship damaging the outer shell.
The burly man was trying to regain his balance from the impact and went to the front of the ship to the pilot, “We got a huntsman!”
The lady who was piloting the ship let go of the steering, leaving it to the bigger man while she stood in the opening of the cargo ship in front of the huntsman.
With the glow of her cloak, she sent a wave of shattered crystals straight to the man below her.
The huntsman without a beat destroyed the crystals. He gathers the shattered dust and formed a couple of long rough spears and sent them back to her.
The lady tried to blast them away but they reformed and kept going straight for her. She formed a shield around her and sent it around the ship to destroy the glass all at once.
With the remaining fractures in the air, the huntsman gathers his energy to form a rain cloud hailing shards of glass that pierced the ship. One almost stabbing the burly man in the pilot seat.
As a last attempt to escape, the woman formed dark energy circles below her two victims. The huntsman who saw the circles pushed the girl out of range with his magic and flipped out of there. The ground exploded leaving the two criminals time to escape.
Once they were out of sight, the girl turned and gasped at the newcomer, “You’re a huntsman!”
The older male looked down at her.
“Can I have your autograph?” She squealed excitedly.
“I hope you learned you’re lesson today young lady!” The huntsman scolded. The two were now located in a gray room with one light shining in the middle of the ceiling. There is a square table in the middle of the room with two chairs on opposite sides. “You’ve put yourself and others in great danger!”
“They started it!” The small girl argued.
“If It were up to me I would send you back home... with a pat on the back,” the huntsman glanced in the girl’s direction.
She smiled.
“And a slap on the wrist!” He smacked his ridding crop on the table in front of her creating a loud snap.
“Ah!” The girl yelped.
“But there is a gentleman who would like to meet you.” The huntsman smiled and walked toward the other side of the room when the door opened. A man with shoulder-length, white hair, fully dressed in white and gold armor walked into the room holding a plate of cookies in one hand.
“Katherine Holt,” The man spoke.
“Uhh..?” The girl leaned back, “Please. Call me Pidge.”
The man nodded, “Alright." He slid the plate of cookies in front of her. Pidge picks one up cautiously taking a bite. The cookies were fresh and warm out of the oven Pidge concluded and started to attack the plate. "Tell me, Pidge. How did you manage to use a weapon like yours with such tenacity?” He asked.
“M-Mantel Academy?” Pidge stuttered.
“They taught you how to wield this weapon and take out four armed people at such a young age?”
“Oh no. One person in particular.”
“I see. It’s just that I’ve seen someone that resembles you so much. He’s a little older than you.”
With cheeks stuffed with cookies, Pidge mumbles, "Dah Mu brudhor Ma!"
The man quirked his brows in confusion.
“Heh, sorry.” She swallowed, “I meant to say that’s my older brother Matt. I was complete garbage when he first taught me to fight and now I’m all-hoi ya! oooo!” She smiled making silly fighting poses.
“So, I see.” The old man smiled, “Now tell me, what is a small girl like you going to a school designed to train warriors?”
Pidge shrugged, “Well.. I want to be a huntress.”
“You want to slay monsters?”
“Yeah, my brother is in his second year at Beacon and I want to go too, but I’m in my last year at Mantel. I came down here to visit him for a couple of days before my school starts back up." She laughs, "And my mom says I should always help others and I want to help people so, ya know, I thought yeah I might as well make a career out of it!” She shrugged and slammed her hands down on the table, “the police are alright but being a huntress sound a lot more cooler and exciting and awesome and just jahaa-ah! Ya know!” Pidge squealed in her seat.
Without looking fazed the old man asked, “Do you know who I am?”
“You’re professor Alfor. You’re the headmaster of Beacon.” The girl smiled adjusting her glasses.
Professor Alfor smiled, “Hello.”
“Nice to meet you!” Pidge returned.
“You want to come to my school?” Alfor leaned in.
“More than anything.” Katie sighs.
Professor Alfor took one look back towards the orange-haired huntsman. The huntsman smiled and nodded. “Well, Okay!” Alfor grinned.
Katie’s smile turned into a frown once her older brother was hugging her.
“Oh my gosh! This is incredible! My baby sister is coming to beacon with me! This is the best day ever!”
“Matt, stop..” Katie groaned.
“What’s wrong? Everyone gonna thinks you’re the bee’s knees!” Matt gestured around the ship that they are on with other students walking around.
“I don’t want to be the bee's knees! I don’t want any kind of knees! I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees!”
“Hey? What’s up? I thought you would be... I don’t know. More happier?”
“I am!” Pidge protested. “It’s just that I’m skipping a year. I don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Eh, to heck what others think about you! You made it here all on your own!” Matt encouraged. “That counts for something!” He threw an arm around his sister’s shoulder, bringing her in for a side hug.
A voice interrupted their conversation. Multiple hologram screens were showing the local news, “The robbery was led by the nefarious criminal, Prorok, who continues to abate authorities.” Pidge looked at the picture of the same man who robbed the dust store the night before. ‘It’s him!’ Pidge thought. “If you have any information about his whereabouts, please contact the bay police department. Back to you Lisa.”
A lady with white hair and a nice black suit appeared on screen, "Thank you. In other news, this Saturday’s Faunus civil rights protest turned dark. The once peaceful organization has now committed-" the news was cut and the huntsman that saved Pidge appeared on the screen. “Hello and welcome to Beacon!”
“Who’s that?” Matt questioned.
“My name is Coran Hieronymous Wimbleton Smythe.”
“Oh.”
“You are among a few privileged folks who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy. Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace and as future huntsman and huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task and now it is our turn to provide you with knowledge and training to protect our world.” The screen fades away leaving a breathtaking scene that other new students react to.
“Wow!” Pidge gasps. The ship is flying above the city and sailing pass Vale. “Mantel got nothing on this.”
Matt wraps his arm around her shoulders, “Beacon’s our home now.”
Just down the hall from them, a big husky guy in a yellow shirt and green vest was struggling to hold in his breakfast. He stumbled down the hall to the nearest trash can.
“Well, I guess the view isn’t for everyone.” Pidge smiled.
“It was a nice view while it lasted.” Matt shrugged.
“I wonder who we’re gonna meet!”
“Ugh, I just hope they’re better than vomit boy... Oh gross! Matt! You have puke on your shoe!”
Vomit boy comes back panicking, “Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys, guys, guys, guys, guys!”
“Oh get away from me! Get away from me! Get away from me!” Matt yells.