Prologue… Remnant (Earth-62281)

The sound of the headmistress's cane echoed through the empty halls of Beacon Academy. Her crimson cape billowed behind her as she made her way through the hallowed halls, her silver hair framing her face beneath her red hood. Her aged, silver eyes glanced over the doorway to the Remnant History classroom. She was fashionably late, but she was headmistress; Professor Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch couldn't yell at her anymore. She chuckled lightly at the thought and then reached up and opened the door, smiling softly at the young, first-year huntsmen and huntresses in training and nodding when all their young eyes turned on her.

She heard one student gasp, "Professor Rose…" All these years she still wasn't used to that.

"Ahhh," the history professor smiled at the headmistress. She turned to the huntsman at the head of the class and the two exchanged warm smiles. Professor Stephen Arc was the spitting image of his father, dressed in silver and gold armor with Crocea Mors in its sheath at his side, and Akouo strapped to his back. Red hair with silver lining his temples and bright blue eyes gave the old woman the same loving spark she had seen since his birth. "Right on time, Professor."

"Have you begun, Professor Arc?" Professor Rose limped toward her former protégée.

"And steal your story? Not a chance!" Professor Arc smiled before turning to the class. "Today, Students, we're going to discuss one of the darker periods of recent Remnant history… so I thought it would be best to hear the story from someone who was at the center of it all." He then nodded to the headmistress, "Professor," He held out his hand in a handshake and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I have always loved this story, Aunt Ruby…" He smiled at her before moving to sit among the students.

"When I first became a huntress …" Ruby began, pushing her hood back to hang over her shoulders. "I had always expected it to be a joyful time, but my dawn into this life was eclipsed by tragedy, and loss, and great pain… All of Remnant trembled as darkness enveloped the lands. Huntsmen and huntresses were overwhelmed by the great darkness that arose. But in Remnant's darkest hour… an old friend returned to us with help from another world that inspired us to stand again, though a few stood taller than others. During these darkest of days, the greatest of huntsmen and huntresses from across the lands … from every kingdom and country … the greatest of huntsmen and huntresses … the greatest heroes came together … and stood as one to fight threats that we could not face on our own …" She glanced around the class, seeing all eyes completely focused and hanging on her every word. "On that darkest of days… The Avengers were born…"

Do we fight to hold our heads up high?

And beat the drum to what we love?

Risk the fall, oh we have felt it all

Come crashing down from far above

Stars arising, countless worlds colliding

Only one will take it all

Can we bring to fall the giants?

Can we make the final call?

We are the ones

To ignite the darkened skies

The champions

Of a world that we defy

A solemn reign

Of the few who rise up high

And we all fight

At the last light

Hearing voices from afar

Join the madness when the curtain falls

Risk it all, hold nothing back

Seize the day, we must attack

Stars arising, countless worlds colliding

Only one will take it all

Can we bring to fall the giants?

Can we make the final call?

We are the ones

To ignite the darkened skies

The champions

Of a world that we defy

A solemn reign

Of the few who rise up high

And we all fight

At the last light

Can we bring to fall the giants?

We are the ones

To ignite the darkened skies

The champions

Of a world that we defy

A solemn reign

Of the few who rise up high

And we all fight

At the last light

AVENGERS: Remnant's Mightiest Heroes