This is the first time I've tried making a fan-fiction for RWBY. It's my self-insertation into the RWBY universe. Hope you enjoy reading it and comment on what you liked or what could be improved on. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Oh yeah, RWBY and its story is owned by Rooster Teeth and Mounty Oum (He was a great man).
Once upon a time, I Vanished
I never felt in control, I just did what I was told and didn't ask questions. Until one day, fate showed me otherwise and gave me the chance to see another world.
It was a cold afternoon in the country of Canada, a place in the north and planted with many trees. An exhausting Saturday afternoon, mostly because the last 6 painful hours were spent in a dojo practicing my martial arts, and participating in endurance courses. The sky was setting as I stepped outside with my brother, Eric.
I sighed, stretching as I tried to get rid of the cramps developed from training for so long. Hearing an ominous rumble, I looked up. My brother started running away as thunder rumbled from the newly formed rain clouds. They were a lot heavy than normally. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of light crashed down from the sky and hit the street.
The street pole the lightning had struck was now bent and partially melted. Folks nearby whistled, yelling and taking pictures to post on various social media sites. I was dazed and impressed that lightning was able to preform such a feat. The pole looked like a upside down "u" and smelled like someone had overcooked chicken nuggets twice in the microwave.
I thought that things couldn't get any crazier, but the storm proved me wrong. Two bolts of lightning streaked down from the clouds, connecting with the half-burnt light pole. Electricity flowed between the "legs" of the n-shaped pole and shimmered, seemingly appearing like a distorted pool of water.
I shielded my eyes from the bolt and took a look at the stuff I had on hand. In my backpack, there was water, two pepperoni stixs, a chapter book, and a spare Tae-kwon-doe uniform. On my person was a black jacket, sweat pants, and a sword; it was a hand and a half sword made of carbon-steel.
I looked at the pole and realized that some sort of "hole" had formed along the inside of the pole. "Is this some kind of portal?" I thought. No thoughts occurred in my mind as I ran for the mutated pole. I heard the yells of nearby people, telling me to get away. Among those people was Eric.
I chanced a look back, and found my brother striding towards me. Many outcomes ran through my mind for what I should do next, but the look of my brother's face fuming confirmed what I should do. Giving him a farewell, I charged into the portal and never looked back.
