Legends, stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite found of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains; Forgetting so easily that we are Remnants, byproducts born of a forgotten past. Man, born from Dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction, the creatures of Grimm, set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning Man's brief existence to the void.
However, even the smallest spark of hope, is enough to ignite change. And in time, Man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity lead them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named, Dust. Nature's Wrath in hand, Man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, Life. But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone...darkness will return.
So you may prepare your Guardians, build your monuments to a so-called Free-World, but take heed. There will be no victory in strength...But perhaps, Victory is in the simpler things, that we've long forgotten. Things that require a simpler, more honest soul.
On a particular day in a particular city, in a particular country on a particular world, an airship, marvel of Remant technology, was prepared to take off for its destination: Beacon Academy, the shining exemplar of Grimm Hunting academies. Carried on this ship were the future students of the prestigious academy, people from all over the world had trained and congregated here for this very day, in the hopes that they would pass the test and begin their journey to becoming Hunters and Huntresses of the vile scourge of the Grimm. People of all sizes, shapes, colors, and races were on board, all trained and armed. Some carried weapons forged from their own sweat, blood, and tears, some carried ancestral armaments that held more history than they themselves had seen, bearing strength behind their names as well as their arms.
Of the two ships approaching, some of you already know the story of the passengers of one; Yes, the one with the vomiting student. But that's not important right now, no, for the escapades of the passengers of the OTHER airship shall be the focus of our tale...