Well, my first attempt at making a Final Fantasy and RWBY crossover went... off the rails, so I'm gonna be doing this again. Thank you for those who gave me ideas and giving out criticism that didn't involve insulting my fic. Yeah, I'm gonna do a big reboot. Plus, I also may have overdone it with the initiation. I'm gonna take it slow at first and build my way up from there. Changes will be abound in this story. Like for one example, the tres amigos will not have a change of outfits. Cloud will wear his Advent Children clothing, Squall will wear his FFVIII clothing and Noctis will wear his VersusXIII outfit. I prefer his old outfit than the new one. Makes him look more dark and mysterious. The offer to do a reaction fic for this one is open, assuming of course anyone wants to take it.

The tres amigos will be 17 years old to fit the story. Cloud, Noct and Squall will be paired up with a student in Beacon.

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy belongs to Square Enix and RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth.

Reboot, commence!

Noctis Lucis Caelum, crown prince of Lucis was lying in a forest full of red trees. While the son of Regis has been in rather tight situations, ranging from taking out a rather large turtle with a mountain for a shell to having to deal with the eight evils that resides within Lucis, nothing prepared him for the predicament he was in. In his journey to reclaim the throne, he basically has the map of Eos stored within his mind. Yet, he does not remember any area at all in Lucis or Niflheim that involved a forest with red leaves.

Not to mention, he remembered dying. He can't end up in Lucis once more, as he sacrificed himself to take down Ardyn Izunia, or Ardyn Lucis Caelum. Thinking about how the Lucian prince is related to the Usurper gave him slight chills. Bahamut himself said that he had to take his own life in order to kill Ardyn permanently. But right now... he feels alive. The cold wind battering on his skin. The wind blowing through his spiky raven hair. He feels alive, so to speak. Noctis looked at his arms and legs and was surprised to wear a different outfit.

He wore a high collared black jacket that partially covered his pants. His boots did not have red soles on them. He wore black leather gloves in each hand and a small belt with pockets on them. Weird, since he remembered this was not the outfit he donned when taking on Izunia. His hair remained the same, orderly on the front and spiky on the back. His eyes maintained their cerulean blue, filled with sharpness and determination. Other than the change of clothing, he seems fine and alive.

"Hello, highness." A warped voice said out of nowhere. Noctis clenched his fists, ready to attack.

"Show yourself." The son of Regis commanded,

"It has been a while, indeed, prince Noctis Lucis Caelum." The voice said calmly, not fazed.

"I don't even know who you are! How do you know me!?" The crown prince demanded.

"I am residing within your mind. Unless you wish to try to harm me in which you will kill yourself, I would suggest for you to be calm." Rang out the warped, male voice. Albeit with hesitance, Noct's fists eased, his muscles relaxed but slightly still anxious.

"Explain who are you why you are here." Noctis told the voice in a commanding manner.

"Right before your supposed death, you didn't disintegrate. I instead decided to inhabit your mind to try to save your life from demise. I realized that I have put you through such a huge burden, prince Noctis. Especially since I have told you about your role as Chosen King."

It took a while to sink in at first, but then the puzzles seemed to fit. Other than Gentiana, who was actually Shiva in disguise, there was only one other Astral that told him about his destiny in regards to sacrifice himself for Eos.

"Bahamut..." he finally realized. A whirlwind of emotions were in him. He felt fear, confusion and slight excitement. Fear and confusion because he realized that one of the gods of his world decided to inhabit the body of a fragile seventeen year old, even though this seventeen year old has done extremely ridiculous feats. Astrals, except for Shiva did not give a damn about humanity. He felt honored that the most powerful Astral decided to inhabit his mind as an act to save his life. Not only it was selfless of Bahamut, but it was also rather unexpected.

"You have guessed right, young prince."

"But... why would a god waste his time with a mortal like me?" Noctis asked Bahamut.

"The moment you were born, prince Noctis, you were destined to die. I chose you to be the Chosen King long before your birth. You fate was set in stone. You were chosen to sacrifice yourself for the sake of Eos by my hand. I felt guilty for putting such a huge burden into your shoulders. I noticed that you were a man that holds potential. One that has royal blood flowing through their veins. You have the weapons of the thirteen preceding kings before you, your father's sword included. You are more than capable of achieving great things. I wish to see how far you progress in this rather strange land. You are the Chosen King. You may not be in Lucis anymore, but a throne or position of power is not needed to achieve greatness."

"Wait, I thought I lost the Royal Arms the moment I died." Noctis told Bahamut.

"Try summoning them." Noctis did what Bahamut asked. He closed his eyes and focused, trying to concentrate. Power surged through his body, through his very core. It felt exhilarating, his strength augmented by the crystal. Opening his eyes, within a flurry of crystals, he saw thirteen crystallized weapons floating around him, circling him like a shield.

Whoa... were the prince's only thoughts. Guess they came along with him for the ride.

"Wherever we landed, the Royal Arms will always be with you no matter what. You are now the current wielder of the thirteen weapons used by the preceding kings. Their weapons are yours to use in battle. The power of kings go with you, young prince."

The son of Regis was slightly surprised. He expected them to just disappear into the aether after he summoned the thirteen kings of Lucis, his father included to permanently kill Ardyn Izunia.

Suddenly, a dark creature from behind him pounced. Reacting out of instinct, he tried to summon a weapon telepathically, only to find itself slowing down. As he shot out his hand, the longer he held it, the slower it became. Scarlet wisps of light was coming towards his hands. Exposure to arcana turned the Beowolf into mere dust, leaving nothing behind except a bone mask. Noctis looked at his hands in surprise.

What the... I thought I needed the ring to do that.

"You do not need the ring anymore to cast the magic harbored within the Ring of the Lucii. Just before it turned to ash, its power was transferred into you, allowing you to cast the three spells harbored within the ring without any side effects."

Wow, since when did I get such a powerup? Thought Noctis.

"It seemed that before the ring's power became replete, it gave its power into your body. Since I harbor inside the Lucian crystal, and thus, I inhabit your mind. I am a part of you, Chosen One." Replied the Draconian towards the prince.

Well, I can get used to this. Noctis thought, grinning slightly. While he didn't expect the power boost, he sure could use it. After all, he is basically in unknown territory and he's lost.

We have to get to the nearest civilized area. I have a deep feeling we're not in Lucis anymore.

"Indeed, Chosen One. The whole kingdom of Lucis thinks you have passed. To them, they think you sacrificed yourself to save the world."

Well, you're not wrong there. Noctis told the Draconian.

Right now, I gotta find the next area where civilization dwells. I know that I'm not in Lucis anymore, or Eos in that matter, but it couldn't help to try to find out where I am.

The son of Regis walked around the forest, hoping for someone to find him, but it seemed he was lost, as he could not see anything except red trees.

I don't understand, Bahamut. Why would you choose me out of all the kings to the the True King? Surely, there must've been other candidates worthy enough to take such a title.

"You were a special case unlike the other kings. I've watched you since your childhood. I can tell that you will have great potential as King. The Stars chose you for a reason, Chosen One. You were already burdened with saving the world from its darkest hour. Not even your father, King Regis wanted you to have this burden. He cared for you greatly. I feel that you have not spent enough time in the world of the living. So I chose to bond with you. You now command my power. The crystal's light sheds on you, young one." Bahamut replied, surprising Noctis. He knows that the gods really don't give a damn about humanity, save for Shiva who died sacrificing herself in fighting Niflheim.

So I'm stuck with you now then, if that's what your're trying to say.

"Indeed, young Noctis."

Fine. I guess this can work out. But if we're going to do this, just call me by my first name. I understand that I'm the Chosen One and all, but if you're gonna be stuck in my head forever, then we may as well get this out of the way. Plus, I'm no King anymore. Eos thinks I'm dead.

"Very well... Noctis. I suppose it follows logic to try and form a partnership of sorts."

Well, it's a start. The former Lucii prince sighed. He knew that he was destined for greatness, but he didn't expect an Astral God, Bahamut of all gods to take pity on him. Noctis thought that even deities show sympathy to those being lesser to them. Noctis may be more powerful that the deities themselves because of him being the True King, but ever since he donned the ring, he was more responsible. Wearing the ring forced him to mature, knowing his rebellious nature and nonchalant demeanor would get him nowhere. While the ring was nothing more than a mere accessory now, its power lay dormant within Noctis' soul, waiting for its master to awaken it.

Despite the ring being useless, he still kept it for two reasons. The first being his dad. Regis entrusted the ring to him. The time he spent with his father may have been more or less brief because of the duties of being a king, but Regis truly cared for his son and tries to act like a normal father whenever possible. The second being it reminded him of his duty and burden as the King of Kings. He may not have been able to rule Lucis because of his supposed death, he felt proud of being called the successor to the throne. Noctis earned the right to be called the King of Light for taking out the Usurper himself. He knows that wherever one goes, darkness lurks there and as the King of Light, he shall be their salvation. He already lost so many people he cared about because of their sacrifice.

Ignis, Gladio, Prompto, Luna... Dad... thank you all for your sacrifice. You have never let me down even though I annoyed you all. I'm not the protected anymore. From now on, I'm the protector. If I were to die someday... wait for me in the afterlife, you guys. I'll see you all soon enough. Determination filled his heart. He knows that he can't mope about the past. What's happened happened and he needs to move on. As Ignis says, "A king must look forward, accepting the consequences and never looking back."

As Noctis stepped out of the dense forest, he saw nothing except for snow, snow and more snow. He brought a hand up, feeling the chill of the wintry bite of snow work its way into his skin. He closed his eyes, his expression one of deep thought. He hasn't felt snow this cold since Gralea. Despite the tragic events that happened, he can't help but feel happy. Happy that despite his rebellious nature, he still had people that helped him along the way to be the True King.

He was snapped out of his musings when he heard a creature came up behind him and tries to swipe him, but he phased through the attack last minute, narrowly missing him. Summoning the Ultima Blade, he backflipped and stabbed it through its chest, making it growl out in pain before succumbing to its wounds. When it died, he saw black wisps of smoke coming out of the wolf like creature's being. Seeing it made him uneasy...

Is that thing dead? Noctis thought.

"It is, but at the same time... I sense an air of foreboding."

Noctis immidiately saw creatures of different kinds of animals, but they took the form of animals such as wolves, bears, and even scorpions. He thought he also saw birds many times the size of Pterodactyls. They all had one thing in common, though. They all had black skin, fur or shells with bone like masks to protect their face and their eyes were red and they were all hungry for their next meal, which in this case is Noctis. He counted at least forty or fifty. Some of them were fairly big.

Instead of running, Noctis merely clenched his fists and looked at the horde of Grimm ahead. He cracked his neck and grinned slightly. Holding out his hands, the crystal's light flowed through him like a river, empowering him. His eyes turned from cerulean blue to red. Holding out his hand, he summoned a familiar sword. The blade was black with a blue leather grip. It was elegant and powerful at the same time.

"The Sword of the Father. Should be interesting, Noctis."

I think so, too. Noctis threw his father's weapon at one of the Nevermores, stabbing it in the eye and dragged it along its huge body, cutting the big bird in half. While falling, Noctis summoned the Axe of the Conqueror and cleaved an Alpha Deathstalker, which was many more times powerful than a regular one in half. An Alpha Beowolf tried to swipe at him, but he summoned the Shield of the Just and blocked it, stunning the poor canine momentarily. Noctis summoned the Blade of the Mystic and decapitated it, drawing blood from the stump of the headless body.

Two King Taijutu tried going after the King of Light, but he summoned the Swords of the Wanderer and threw both blades at the humongous snakes. Fusing them together, he cut off the head on one snake while warping behind the other one, dragging the blade along its elongated body, leaving it in two perfect separate pieces. Summoning the Bow of the Clever, he warped towards an Ursa and shot its face three times, each magical shot taking away a portion of its bone like mask. He punched its face, breaking its jaw. Taking out the Sword of the Wise, he warped in front of a Creep. Now in midair, he stabbed it through its face and using his momentum, piledrove it into the ground, breaking its whole body in half.

A group of Grimm tried to attack him all at once. Despite that, he merely summoned the Katana of the Warrior and held a stance, his left hand holding the sheath and his right hand resting on the grip of the blade, but made no movements to attack. The Grimm kept going, perhaps thinking he was surrendering to his inevitable fate of dying. They could never be more wrong. When they were within range, he charged forward, faster than any of the Grimm could see and slashed. Wiping the blood off, he out the curved blade back to its sheath. As soon as he heard the click of the katana in place, the group of Grimm that attacked him dropped dead, blood pooling into the ground.

Seeing how far Noctis is from the Grimm, he took out Cerberus, his sniper rifle and shot a few heads off. Each bullet was powerful enough to pierce through the armor of the Grimm and instantly kill it. Replacing Cerberus with the Trident of the Oracle, he threw it up in the sky, warping himself in the air. Luna's trident in hand, the threw it down, skewering some Grimm. It once again appeared on his hand, but instead of throwing it, he plummeted, trident first. After landing, it left a hologram that attacked nearby Grimm, sending them back.

He summoned the Star of the Rogue and threw it a few times, the oversized ninja stars decapitating a few Alpha class Grimm. He summoned two copies of the shuriken and sthrew both of them into the eyes of a Deathstalker, making it screech in pain before taking out the Scepter of the Pious. Changing the form of the scepter into the Sword of the Wise, he stabbed it through one of its eyes, making it screech in pain before dissolving.

One Grimm was able to hit him from behind, sending him flying, but before he hit the ground, he backflipped, negating the damage dealt to him. He took out the Sword of the Tall, revving up the chainsaw/greatsword and threw it once again. The Royal Arm spun forward, cutting any Grimm down its path. The moment it reached another Alpha Deathstalker, he appeared with the Royal Arm in hand and split the whole scorpion right down the middle, staining it with blood. The Mace of the Fierce appeared on his hand, he cracked an Alpha Beowolf's skull and bone like armor with it. He swung it once again, hearing the bones crack the moment the mace connected.

It was weird to say the least. Using so many Royal Arms at once should've sent him on the ground, yet for some reason it just invigorates him more. Noctis thought that with the crystal's light shed onto his very soul, he can practically manipulate the power of the stars itself. Also, with every bit dealt out from the Royal Arm, blue flames tend to erupt from the Grimm, burning them the moment the Royal Arms made contact with them. He realized that whatever these creatures are, they're more or less like daemons. Beings of darkness, albeit less grotesque and twisted appearances. He realized that thanks to the crystal, his Royal Arms are automatically imbued with the power of Holy, which makes them extremely effective against daemons or other beings of darkness.

Noctis wouldn't be able to keep this up for long. He needs to end this and he needed to end this now. Closing his eyes and eliminating all thoughts, he raised his hand. At first nothing happened, but then, light began to spew forth from his fingertips. The True King focused, feeling the magical energies of the crystal focus onto his hand. Some of the Grimm backed away from the light, as if being in close proximity might burn them.

After a few seconds of focusing, Noctis thrusted out his right hand. The sound of glass breaking could be heard. Just then, a portal appeared on the area. It was a vortex that sucked everything within its vicinity. Many Grimm tried to escape it, but ultimately failed, being sucked in thanks to the strong gravitational force the magic spell was emitting. Noctis was the only one unfazed by the attack, his arms crossed, the wind blowing through his spiky hair. With a loud boom, the vortex disappeared. No signs of the Grimm were there, except for a few dead bodies that haven't dissolved yet and bone like masks.

Sighing in exhaustion, Noctis took a look around, examining the damage. It seemed that other than the dead cadavers of Grimm, nothing really changed thankfully.

Wow... I thought I'd felt the backlash from Alterna but apparently not.

"You've grown stronger, Noctis. You weren't the spoiled brat you once were."

The son of Regis cringed at being called spoiled, but he knew that the Draconian had a point. He did act like a spoiled brat. No wonder Gladio didn't like him before he took the blame for the disappearance of his sister Iris.

"Nice flashy moves there spiky. Could've fooled me." A voice called out. Hearing the voice, he drew out his father's sword once again, expecting an attack.

"Chill, I'm not here to fight unless you want one. Look right behind you." Noct did what the man asked stand behind him, the Chosen King saw a man wearing dress pants and shoes. He donned a red tattered cloak and he had a stubble of a beard. His eyes were red, but they weren't glowing like Noct when he activates the Royal Arms. He had a greatsword on his right hand.

Jeez, he smelled like he dipped himself in booze and beer. The Lucian's nose twitched at the smell, but otherwise said nothing.

"Who are you, old man?" Noctis asked, crossing his arms.

"Qrow Branwen. And I'm not that old. Since your little light show over there, I'm gonna have to ask a few questions."