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Prologue

There are many myths and legends.
There are at least some truth in myths and legends.
But, the ones who lived then are not alive now to tell the story.
So, they are myths and legends.
Folklore if you will.
But there is one myth, one legend, that is true.
Powerful Dust Markings.
There once was a peaceful village, one that lived with the grim.
A village that befriended the grim.
But for their kindness, they are to have no connection with the outside people.
The people of markings had dust embedded into their skin, as a gift from gods.
The gift is only received when those they've loved have passed.
The markings will then only appear.
The news of such people soon travel within lands.
Yet, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find the people.
One day a woman of the said tribe of people went out of the boundaries and met the outside people.
One in particular she became attracted to, who soon turned out to be the love of her life.
Years later a baby girl was born from the couple, their pride and joy.
But soon after grim found out and soon ravaged in a pit of rage and betrayal towards the tribe.
At this time, the girl was of the age of seven.
She watched as everyone she loved, killed in cold murder.
White, Red and Golden markings appearing on her skin, her arms, legs, covered in markings.
Golden markings around her belly button, a marking of red triangles on her cheeks, and a white diamond representing her parents marked her forehead.
Her golden eyes shimmering through the darkness, the hope of the only light to guide the lost through the shadows.
Tears dotting her vision as the rain falls hard upon the once peaceful village, her dark brown hair flowed through the cold rain breeze.
Years had passed and the girl was fourteen, she learnt how to use the dust embedded into her skin.
She learnt how to survive.
By herself.
She met a monster of grim, but it was only a baby.
She decided that she would look after it.
It was abandoned and had no family.
Like her.
She soon became 17 and she was being hunted.
Hunted for her power, the power only she possessed.
Her tribe could only possess.
She ran from everything, but she soon grew tired.
She was determined to end it.
She held onto her staff and closed her eyes.
Opening her eyes once again they glowed white, all her markings glowed and glistened.
Everything around her and herself became a huge crystal of dust.
She was said to only be a myth, a legend.
Everyone thought as much, except Professor Ozpin.