Knight of Remnant

Light. Pure white light. Or maybe not light. Just, vast emptiness. I couldn't even see the horizon. It was impossible to tell where floor became ceiling. I couldn't even tell if I was in a room or not. It was really screwing with my spatial awareness.

Suddenly, my vision shifted, and I found myself standing in some tract of land in the middle of nowhere. It was night time, but a clear sky allowed for moonlight to illuminate my surroundings. It was when I looked up that I realised things were wrong. For one, the moon was about four times larger than usual. I mean, I know super-moons are a thing, but that behemoth took the cake. Oh yeah, and it was friggin' shattered! Like, a huge chunk was missing and smaller fragments were floating in the hole!

"I see you realise that you aren't where you should be," a voice said from behind me.

I pivoted on my feet and turned to face the owner of the voice. And just when I thought I couldn't be surprised any more, I found my jaw dropping. Before me stood what could only be described as an outline of a man. The space where a normal body should have been was instead filled with orange-white light. Strangely, the light neither burned nor blinded me, but still extruded a warmth that was comforting. Enough so that any nascent panic attack by me was immediately squashed under a veil of calm.

"So...Shattered moon...Remnant," I began, my thoughts running a mile a minute. "And a strange glowing man...The Elder Brother? Huh...Neat. Is this where you ask me to help deal with Salem?"

"You figured that out fairly quickly," the Elder Brother dryly remarked. I got the feeling that if he had eyebrows, they would be quirked in bemusement.

"I've read over a dozen or so self-insert fanfics. I know how this goes," I dismissively waved a hand. "Hell, if multi-verse theory is true, then alternate iteration of myself is probably writing this, whatever this is, as one!"

"I see," the Elder Brother said. "Then this is easier than I hoped. I had expected to waste time convincing you. That you seem to be aware of why I brought you here is fortuitous."

"I'm not dead am I?" Because if I was, I was more likely to flip my shit.

"Of course not! I am a God of Life! I would sooner kill myself than rip someone's soul from their body!" the Elder Brother angrily retorted. "I simply took an imprint of your consciousness. The knowledge you possess is key to defeating Salem!"

"Woah, okay. Cool your jets," I said, holding my palms up in surrender. "Why me, though? I'm sure there were others just as capable."

"There were," the Elder Brother agreed, calming down. "I simply chose you on...Well, not on a whim, but rather because I asked myself 'Why not'."

"So...I'm not a special snowflake. Good to know," I commented. I wasn't bitter, but it was a little weird. "What does that mean, then? Am I just a copy? A fake?"

"Not at all!" the Elder Brother assured. "When all is said and done, you have the choice of returning to Earth. Or staying in Remnant. The choice is yours. You are you. No one else."

"Huh, poetic. Alright, fine, whatever. But how am I supposed to stop Salem? I mean, you are aware that show from which I learnt everything is still ongoing, aren't you? There's only so much I know!" I exclaimed, getting more than a little agitated.

"What you can do is enough to make the difference," the Elder Brother explained. "Salem cannot get the Fall Maiden powers. Vale cannot succumb to despair. The Kingdoms cannot isolate themselves, lest they be picked off, one by one. If you can avoid that, then the fight against Salem will be all the easier."

"No pressure then..." I sighed. "But...I'm just me. I've had no training in a Huntman academy. No awakened Aura, and no Semblance!"

"True. But you can get better," the Elder Brother said. "After all, one just like you did."

"One just like who...Oh...Oh, no. No...no...nonononono!" I yelled. "I am not becoming Jaune Arc."

"I'm afraid there is no other way," the Elder Brother, in an apologetic, yet amused, tone. "Give my regards to Ozpin, would you?"

"Hey wai-"

The sudden nausea that came from being spatially displaced was immediately swallowed. The last thing I wanted was to puke my guts out. Then came to sudden, and cripplingly painful, headache induced by Jaune's memories becoming my own. A few moments later, and the pain subsided. After taking a moment to centre myself, I then took in my surroundings. It was quite the sight to behold. Evidently, I had taken host of Jaune's body after the landing of the airship. Which meant that I had a stellar view of seeing Beacon Academy from the front.

"And here I thought Harvard was impressive," I muttered. Not that I actually studied there, but that one trip I took during a holiday left an impression. "Hold on, this is when Ruby nearly gets blown up by Weiss. I better go see if I can head that off."

While I knew Weiss got better come Volume 4, her initial attitude at the beginning left a lot to be desired. Hopefully, I could break her of her ill-conceived notions earlier. With that in mind, I sped up the path leading to Beacon. While I did so, my hand idly rested on the pommel Jaune's sword. I knew a bit of fencing, but not enough to really survive Grimm. I needed training. Fast and hard training. Which meant professional help, and the only person I knew would be able to was Ozpin. I figured if the Elder Brother wanted me to give his regards, then it was tacit permission to bring Ozpin into my situation. I knew Oz could fight, if his moves when he possessed Oscar was anything to go by.

Soon enough, I managed to get to where Ruby and Weiss had their first meeting. Fortunately, I had got there just as the Schnee heiress started to wave around a bottle of red dust. Fire, Jaune's memories helpfully supplied. Seeing that Weiss was about to inadvertently cause a Dust-induced explosion, I ran up and gently grasped Weiss by her wrist.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I cautioned. "Your bottle isn't properly secure, and I doubt you'd want to be responsible, if partly, to a Dust accident."

My timely interruption had awarded me the sight of the proud Schnee Heiress giving the perfect impression of a fish out of water. A surreptitious glance towards the fallen Ruby allowed me to see the look of gratitude tinged with confusion. Turning towards Weiss, once more, I was faced with Angry Weiss.

"Unhand me, cretin!" she yelled, viciously pulling her arm from my grip. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Sure I do," I replied, smirking slightly. "Middle child and second daughter of Jacques Schnee né Gelè. And heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, after the eldest child, Winter Schnee, decided to discard her title as heiress in favour of becoming a Specialist in Atlas' military."

Weiss looked surprised at how much I actually knew. Inwardly, I cursed at revealing my hand so early, but I guess I would have to run with it.

"W-Well, good! If you know who I am, then you should know not to manhandle me like that," Weiss haughtily declared.

"Hey, it wasn't me who waved around an improperly sealed bottle of Dust, Snowflake," I shrugged. "One would think the SDC heiress would know the dangers of that."

Turning around, I found that Ruby was still on the floor, looking adorably confused. Holding out a hand, I helped her up on to her feet. Upon seeing her glance over my shoulder, I spun on my feet to see Angry Weiss evolving into Furious Weiss.

"You're still here?" I asked, frowning. "Um...This is where you huff, flip your hair over your shoulder and walk away with a proud strut."

Fortunately for everyone involved, because I wasn't sure what else I could have done to diffuse the situation, Weiss proceeded to do just that. Which left me and Ruby alone.

"Huh, she pulls off strutting really well," I remarked, as I watched Weiss go.

"Yeah..." Ruby agreed, before coughing awkwardly.

"Oh! Where are my manners! I'm S-Jaune! Jaune Arc!" I said slightly stuttering when I nearly said my real name. "Sorry about that."

"No! It's fine! Oh, and I'm Ruby Rose! Pleased to meet you!" Ruby assured, looking panicky. "I need to thank you for helping me out there! I thought that crabby girl was about to eat me!"

"...Eat you?"

"I might have happened!" Ruby sulked. "Hey...Aren't you the guy who threw up on the ship."

'Damn it,' I cursed. Out loud I replied, "Yes. But only because I sometimes get travel sickness! Especially when I read!"

"Oh, okay," Ruby shrugged, letting it go, much to my satisfaction. "Um. Do you know which way we're supposed to go?"

"I think it's this way," I said, pointing towards where the memorial statue was.

"You think?"

"Well, it's where I saw the other students going," I pointed out. "Maybe we'll find someone who can give us directions."

As we walked down the path towards where the memorial fountain was, Ruby suddenly broke the silence that was getting slightly awkward.

"So...I got this thing?" she said, bringing out Crescent Rose. The show really didn't do it justice. Which was fair enough, considering it was an animation. But the intricate detail of the sniper-scythe was breath taking.

"Is that...A scythe?" I asked, in an awed tone.

"It's also a customisable high-impact sniper rifle," Ruby explained, pulling the trigger that emptied the chamber.

"That's so cool," I said, not even faking how impressed I was. "I guess you built it yourself?"

"Yep!" Ruby chirped, balancing on the balls of her feet. "I built it during my first year at Signal."

"Huh...Well, now I'm all intimidated, now," I smiled in jest. "All I have is this sword that's something of a family heirloom."

I pulled out Crocea Mors from its sheath, which I then transformed into shield mode. Upon holding the sword, I realised that unless I modified it some, it really didn't suit me. For starters, the grip felt weird to hold. And the shield wasn't in a shape that I wanted.

"Oh, what does it do?" Ruby asked, getting excited.

I suppressed a grin before answering. "It's nothing fancy, Ruby," I told her. "Just an old shield and sword that my great-great-grandfather used during the Great War. I'm not all that good at weapon-smithing."

"Oh...Well, I'm a bit of a dork when it comes to weapons," Ruby explained, while laughing hesitantly. "I guess I did go a little overboard when I designed it.

"But I like yours!" she then blurted out, looking surprised as I did when she did so. "I mean, not enough people appreciate the classics anymore, so..."

I smiled easily as I replied, "I appreciate that, Ruby. But I think I'm gonna need weapons of my own design if I wanna make it as a huntsman." I then rubbed my chin in thought. "Maybe you could help me design them?"

"Wait...You want me to help you make your weapons?" Ruby asked, looking giddy at the thought.

"Well...Yeah. If you made that behemoth, then clearly I'm asking the right girl," I replied, finding Ruby's expression a little disconcerting.

Ruby suddenly squealed before blabbering about materials, designs, and mechanisms that I couldn't even make heads or tails of. After about thirty seconds of listening to Ruby, I realised that she wasn't going to stop.

"Okay, okay! You're a genius at weapons designing! I got it!" I quickly interrupted. "We gotta go, though. Initiation is about to begin."

"Ah...Right," Ruby nodded, sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck. "So...Why'd you help me back there? In the courtyard?"

"Why not?" I asked back, slightly puzzled. "You looked like you needed it, and I'm always up for making new friends."

"Ah...Right."

We then fell into another companionable silence, as we headed towards where Ozpin would make his address to the prospective students. Eventually, we arrived, clearly being the lasts ones there. Fortunately, we weren't late.

"Ruby! Over here!" a voice called out from across the way. Ruby and I both turned to its source, I had had the pleasure of seeing Yang Xiao Long for the first time. She was hot. That, I freely admitted to myself.

"Oh, hey, that's my sister," Ruby said. She looked indecisive for a moment before continuing. "Would you like to meet her?"

"Why not?" I shrugged, though inwardly I realised a deviance from canon. Maybe Ruby found Jaune too awkward to introduce her to Yang, in canon.

"Great! Come on!" she said, speeding towards Yang. I ambled over while idly spotting people like Ren, Nora, and members of CRDL. Of course, the show had made silhouettes of everyone else in Volume 1, so I didn't recognise the vast majority.

"How's your first day going, little sister?" I heard Yang ask, upon reaching the sisters. She then noticed me and raised an eyebrow. "Who's this?"

"This is Jaune," Ruby introduced, sounding confident all of a sudden. "After you ditched me, I nearly got yelled at by this crabby girl. Jaune helped me by stopping her and getting her to leave."

"Is that right?" Yang drawled, turning to me. She had an expression that I could only describe as one a cat might have when about to pounce on a canary. "So Vomit Boy played the hero?"

I groaned at the 'nickname'. So much for that not being a thing.

"Yaaaaaang, don't be rude!" Ruby whined, kicking her sister in the shin. "You told me to make my own friends!"

"Right, right," Yang relented, waving away her sister's protests. She then held out a hand. "Nice to meet you, Jauney."

"...I suppose that's better than Vomit Boy," I sighed. I made to take the offered hand, only to realise that I hadn't activated my Aura and thus was open to getting my hand crushed by Yang. Realising there was only one way out, I instead took Yang's hand into my own and bowed slightly to kiss the back of the blonde's palm. When I stood back up, I was rewarded with the sight of Yang blushing furiously and looking incredibly flustered.

'Huh, I didn't think that was all it took,' I thought. Ruby, however, giggled. Probably because she had never seen her sister in such a way. Catching her eye, I grinned before quirking an eyebrow. Weiss was standing right behind her. When I made eye contact her, she simply huffed and strode off to stand a short distance away.

By this point, Yang had recomposed herself. She looked ticked off, but her Semblance wasn't active, so I took that as I good sign. But when she began to speak, the lights dimmed and a spotlight shone on the stage.

"This isn't over," Yang hissed, poking me in the chest.

"It never is," I muttered, turning to where Ozpin was now standing.

"I'll keep this brief," the immortal headmaster began. "You have travelled here, today, in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy in need of purpose, direction."

I frowned at that. It had been a while since I watched Volume 1, so I forgot how...Blunt Ozpin was. It did make sense though. The students weren't there for shits and giggles.

"You assume knowledge will free you of this," Ozpin continued, "But your time a this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

Oz then stood to the side, as Goodwitch stepped up to the mike.

"You will stay here in the ballroom tonight," the Deputy Headmistress said. "Tomorrow, you will all undergo initiation, so be ready. You are dismissed."

"He seemed almost...off," Yang remarked.

"Yeah...It was almost like he wasn't even really there," Ruby nodded.

I knew better. Sort of. Ozpin's mind was no doubt fixed on the shadow game of chess he was playing with Salem. Which reminded me, I ought to get the inevitable conversation over with as soon as possible.

"I'll find you guys later," I said, heading towards were I saw Ozpin go. "I gotta...Erm...I gotta go to the bathroom!"

"Hey, I wasn't done with you!" Yang yelled.

"Sorryseeyoulaterbye!"

As I left the sisters behind, I pondered over what I was going to tell Ozpin. I mean, I knew the man had the ability to think in abstract. But my tale took the cake. That said, I could have kept it to myself. I mean, Shikako did, and she managed a lot of wholesale changes. Cross managed it for all of a few weeks before blurting it out in an illness induced ramble. But having the crew know of his circumstances enabled him to make massive changes. Unfortunately, I was brought out of my thoughts due to being found by Goodwitch.

"Mr...Arc? Yes, Jaune Arc. Why are you here and not with the rest of the students?" she demanded, looking stern.

"Um...I need to speak to Headmaster Ozpin. It's important?" I tried, despite my nervousness.

It clearly didn't work, as Goodwitch's eyes narrowed.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait until after initiation," she said, gesturing for me to turn back.

"No, wait! This is bigger than me being at Beacon! It...I..." I stumbled over what to say. I wasn't really sure how much the professors at Beacon knew regarding Ozpin's plans and motives. "I...This is to do with the girl downstairs! With half of her missing!"

Whatever Goodwitch was about to say next was swallowed up by her splutters. I had made a gamble in referring to the broken Fall Maiden, and it seemed to have paid off.

"Come with me," Goodwitch said sternly, leaving no room for me to argue.

"Yes, ma'am."

A short walk and a frustratingly long lift ride later, and I was brought to the Ozpin's office. Said man was standing by the window, gazing out to the view while sipping from his mug. He then turned around and looked to the both of us, barely showing any surprise at the visit.

"Glynda? And...Mister Arc? What brings you here?" he politely enquired.

"I...Well..." I wasn't really sure where to begin, so I turned to Goodwitch in hope that she'd at least open the discussion and thus give me more time. Not that I had such luck, as she merely lifted an eyebrow at me. I sighed before continuing. "The Elder Brother sends his regards."

THUNK

Normally, I'd be pretty thrilled that I managed to shock the normally unflappable Ozpin, but given the circumstances, I didn't think I could.

"What did you say?" the immortal whispered.

"Um..." I glanced back at Goodwitch, hoping Ozpin would catch on.

He did. "Whatever you have to say can be said in front of Glynda. She knows everything pertinent to my past," Ozpin explained, sounding incredibly serious. Which, I suppose, the situation was.

"Even the exact nature and circumstances of your curse?" I checked, just wanting to be sure.

"Even that. Please, Mister Arc, tell us your tale," Ozpin insisted.

"Alright...Well, like I said, the Elder Brother sends his regards," I began, mulling over my thoughts. "I'm your...I'm your wild card against Salem."

"I see...I had thought they had removed themselves from the world. Leaving it my duty to fix my mistake," Ozpin said, with a faraway expression.

"I don't know about that. Just that I'm supposed to help you," I said, clenching and relaxing my hands. "I...I have information. On Salem's immediate plans. The names of her pawns. I...I know the identity of the Spring Maiden. There's a lot I have to share."

"Indeed? Then tell us," Ozpin encouraged.

"The woman who stole half of the Fall Maiden powers is called Cinder Fall," I revealed before turning to the thus far silent Goodwitch. "She...She was the woman in the VTOL that prevented you from capturing Torchwick the night you met Ruby."

The blonde teacher raised her eyebrows in surprise at my knowledge, though I didn't wait for a reply as I turned back to face Ozpin.

"She'll come to Beacon disguised as a student from Haven, during the Vytal Festival," I went on. "Along with two others; Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black. The latter is the son of the assassin Marcus Black."

"I see...I shall have to alert Leonardo," Ozin commented, having picked up his mug.

"No, wait. The Headmaster of Haven has betrayed you!" I interjected. "Or at least, he's in touch with Arthur Watts, who's another one of Salem's pawns!"

"That's absurd!" Goodwitch shouted, causing me to flinch in surprise, "Ozpin you cannot be seriously considering that this...this boy knows as much as he claims! He-"

"Glynda, enough," Ozpin interrupted, his gaze never leaving me. He then sighed. "Mister Arc, do you have anything that might prove your claims?"

"I...Not hard evidence, but...I do know things that I really shouldn't. Will that...Will that convince you?" I asked. This was really not how I wanted this conversation to go.

"Go on," Ozpin nodded.

"I...You're the hermit in the Story of the Seasons," I began, closing my eyes in thought. "You were cursed with immortality by the two brothers for failing to stop Salem the first time. So, every time you die, your soul is latched onto a younger, like-minded individual. That sticks until both consciousnesses are combined into one.

"You also gave the Branwen siblings their ability to shape-shift into birds, though Raven abandoned your cause to return to her bandit tribe," I went on. "Your group includes Qrow Branwen, James Ironwood, Professor Goodwitch, and I'm guessing the Headmaster of Shade. Like I said, Lionheart will betray you to Salem."

I paused here, to catch my breath and consider what I would say next. Recalling Ruby, I decided that the Silver-eyed Warriors might be my trump card.

"Ruby has silver eyes. The same silver eyes that Grimm are afraid of," I finished. Not really having anything else to show, I opened my eyes. Only to find Ozpin's cane-gun pointed directly at my face. "W-w-w-w-wait a minute! Please don't kill me! I'm on your side! I-"

Ozpin then lowered his cane. Once he did so, whatever tension was in my body unwound and I found myself flat on my arse.

"I am sorry, Mister Arc," Ozpin apologised. "But I had to be certain. Very few are aware of the Silver-Eyed Warriors."

"I-It's...It's fine," I breathed, feeling the years being sheared off my lifespan.

"Now...As much I am glad to have gained something of an upper hand against Salem, you have neglected to tell us the source of your information," Ozpin stated, having sat down at his desk by that point.

"Um...I don't think you'd even believe me," I said, getting up from floor.

"I have believed you thus far, Mister Arc. Try me," Ozpin assured.

"Well, it's kinda ironic, because my circumstances aren't that dissimilar to yours, Headmaster," I began, laughing a little nervously. "I...I'm the fragment of a soul belonging to another individual from an alternate universe that has possessed Jaune Arc."

Silence.

"What." Ozpin and Goodwitch both uttered.

"Um...Yeah, I'm not really Jaune Arc. I mean, I have most of his memories, but I'm not him," I explained. "My real self is currently in another universe. Where the world of Remnant, and the war against Salem, is the subject of a fictional show."

"I...See."

"Ozpin, you cannot be serious!" Goodwitch protested, "This-"

"Glynda, if Mister Arc wanted to come up with a lie, he would have used something less ridiculous that he just said. Therefore, not matter how outlandish it might sound, it must be true."

"I...Fine, Headmaster."

Ozpin then turned back to me and asked, "Presumably, you are aware of the exact circumstances of Mister Arc's application form, Mister...Ah?"

"For the sake of simplicity, I'll just go by Jaune Arc," I said. "And yeah, I do."

"Indeed? Then it would make sense for you to attend supplementary combat classes," Ozpin reasoned. "Every Tuesday and Friday evening, you shall be taught, privately, by either myself or Professor Goodwitch."

"Right. Thanks, I...I need those," I quietly admitted.

"So...What now, Mr Arc?"

"Now?" I echoed, not a little confused by the question. "I guess now I go back to the hall and rest before initiation tomorrow."

"Very well then," Ozpin nodded. "While we will be revisiting the topic of this conversation at a later date, for now you may go."

I turned to leave, but paused when something occurred to me.

"Ah...Wait, there's one more thing," I said, sheepishly rubbing the back of my head.

"Oh?"

"Yeah...Could you maybe unlock my Aura? Please?"

By the time I had returned, it was dark. The hall had been temporarily converted into a makeshift dormitory. I had been given my own sleeping bag, and had asked for an alternative sleeping ware; I refused to wear the onesie Jaune had brought with him out of sheer principle. Wearing that monstrosity was just asking for the likes of Cardin to target me for their bullying.

"Hey, Jauney! Over here!"

'And there is the sound of a gorgeous woman calling for me,' I thought to myself, 'Why didn't shit like that happen to Original Me? Oh, wait I know. I was normal.'

Taking care not to accidentally step on someone, I made my way across to where the sisters were. Back when I first saw RWBY, I had assumed that the teenagers were segregated by gender. Evidently, that wasn't the case, as boys and girls mingled together. Though I did spot some staff, and maybe second and third year students, chaperoning us all.

"Jeez, Jauney. How long does it take to take a whizz?" Yang asked, rather crudely. "D'you take a Number 2, or something?"

"Not all that long actually. And no, Yang. I did not. I just got sidetracked, is all," I replied, skirting around the fact that I didn't actually go to the toilet. "What's Ruby doing?"

Said girl was in the middle of writing what appeared to be a couple of letters, a few of which looked finished.

"Oh, I'm just writing a letter to my friends back at Signal," Ruby explained, resting her cheek on her right palm.

'Huh, I had never noticed that Ruby was left handed,' I thought to myself. 'That's kinda neat. Diversity and all that.'

"I promised that I'd tell them all about Beacon and how things are going," she went on, smiling a bit.

"Aw, that's so cute~!" Yang exclaimed, grinning. This, just as I remembered, earned the blonde a pillow to the face. I snorted at the dumbfound look look on Yang's face as she got up.

"Shut up!" Ruby retorted, frowning in irritation. "I didn't get to take my friends with me to school. It's weird not knowing anyone here."

"Wow, Ruby. Tell me how you really feel," I deadpanned, swallowing a smirk. No need to press down on Ruby's insecurities.

"No! Wait! I didn't mean it like!" Ruby hastily amended. "What I meant was that I still have friends at Signal who I want to stay in touch with! I wasn't saying that I didn't want to know you! Honest!"

"Ruby, relax! I know what you meant," I reassured, holding my hands up in apology. "I was just kidding."

"Oh...Okay then...Meanie!"

"Besides, Ruby. It's only been one day," Yang chimed. "Trust me, you've got friends all around you. You just haven't met them yet."

"That sounds like something my mum would say," I snorted, smiling slightly.

"Huh?" Yang turned to me with a puzzled expression on her face that I could only describe as cute.

"'Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet'," I quoted. "Basically, every friend you make starts out as someone you don't know yet. Like me."

"I guess..." Ruby still looked somewhat dubious, but her spirits seemed to have lifted somewhat.

"Anyway, we should turn in for the night," I suggested. "We'll probably need full night's rest for initiation tomorrow."

"Okay," Ruby nodded, putting away her letter.

"Sure...Say, Jauney...You gonna show some more skin?" Yang asked, in a more sultry tone.

Despite having never been on the receiving end of flirts, I'd like to think I did well in keeping as calm as I did.

"Sorry Yang. No lien, no show," I answered, with small smile. Though judging by the rush of blood to my face, I was pretty sure that I was blushing hard. And judging my the smirk on Yang's face, I was.

"So there is a chance?"

I rolled my eyes. "Goodnight, Yang."

"...Spoilsport."

Authors Note: So yeah...Another story. Sorry to all my fans of The Travels of the Master of Death, but I've just lost motivation for a Song of Ice and Fire. I'm not giving up on it, but until I get some stroke of inspiration, that's on a hiatus.

Anyway, this is both my first self-insert and RWBY fanfic. I've always wanted to try both, and figured that I ought to kill two bird with one stone. Jaune seemed like the best fit for an SI, 'cause then I wouldn't have the whole Wish Fulfilment aspect of inherited skill via memory dump. At least with Jaune, SI!me can grow into himself.

So, if this gets some love, then I'll be continuing with it. Otherwise, it'll just get consigned to the failed projects pile.