My name is Brendan Grimm. Years ago in the Great War my family had a cursed placed upon our blood. My only question is this. Can the curse be controlled? Or will it tear my mind to pieces and take over my body?

"NO!" I stopped myself mid-swing, the blade just grazing Weiss' neck. I peered into her eyes and saw complete and utter terror of me. My mind focused again and I fell to my knees, crying. "I'm so sorry Weiss, I didn't someone would come after me! I'm sorry!" She put her hand on my shoulder and I instantly felt calm. "Its okay, no one got hurt did they?"

The young prodigy who never wanted the attention. A soldier wielding his dead father's weapons. Watch as the brothers in arms go through their time at the infamous Beacon Academy. Collaboration between Ventusblade and myself