"Once again I'm sorry but you have no choice. Akatosh has made it clear you were chosen to represent our realm on this quest," the speaker pleaded to the warrior.
"So what if he summons me? He hasn't looked after this land for nigh three hundred years. Look around you! My entire hold of friends and family gone because he allowed his chosen family to die! So I ask what does he offer?"
The priest looks looked at the warrior dead in the eyes. "He will undo all of this and put a dragon back on the throne with your timeline restored to after your third win over evil."
The warrior blink in surprise behind his helmet. He took a moment to take in the carnage around him. The rebuilt Helgen destroyed, littered with the bodies of monsters, townsfolk, warriors, and his wife. "Ok," he sighed, "where do I sign up in that case."
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A young man sighed and sat down heavily into the couch. "So you want me to travel someplace on a quest without a prophecy, on your behalf? Plus you will give me my Achilles' heel back with out the actual heel? And time won't pass here because of some weird time magic law that I will never understand?"
The three other occupants of the room, a young girl, a middle aged woman, and an elderly woman, all nodded in response. "However you misinterpreted our words. You will not have the Curse of Achilles, but instead you will have increased heeling and a stronger body," the girl corrected.
The man gave another sigh. "Fine, as long as I can bring Riptide with me and you tell Annabeth and my mom, I will go on this new quest."
The three women nodded in agreement. "We can arrange that young Perseus," the middle one spoke.
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A young blond man is surrounded by rubble clutching a body. "Pyhra, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." He started sobbing before a voice startled him.
"Mr. Arc, I'm sorry for this but you need more training so Cinder does not kill you the instant you meet again. I wish you well."
The young man whirled around and looked feverish around his vision going black by the moment. Startled he whirled around feverish searching, calling out. "Professor?" Where are you? What do you mean!" This was all he managed to get out before his vision was entirely black.
AN: I do not own Rwby, Eragon, The Elder Scrolls, or Percy Jackson. This story is my way of doing a magic version of Blindluck92's supernova stories but the are NOT connected. So prepare yourselves and comment or PM me for suggestions and questions for the story. Also update times will be inconsistent, as life happens. So without further ado Hobey ho lets go.