A/N: This will be my first real try at a fanfiction (I won't count my attempts back when I was 12, because I was 12.) Any feedback or advice, positive or negative, will be welcomed. It may not be followed if I feel like it contrasts with where I eventually want this story to go, but it will be welcomed and at least considered none the less. The inspirations for this story are Demigods of Remnant by MythicalParadox and Moonlight by Greed720. Please support those works as well. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or RWBY.


Chapter 1: A New World


The first thing Percy saw when he woke up was darkness. Well, one doesn't really see darkness, but he couldn't see anything, so darkness was a good description. Wait…his eyes were closed. That would probably explain why he couldn't see anything.

The first thing he heard was the rustling of leaves. It sounded like wind blowing through trees. Perhaps he was in a forest. He could be in a park, or just a street where there were trees on the side. But he felt the grass he was lying on, so it probably wasn't a street. He couldn't really see where exactly it was. That was probably because his eyes were still closed. It seems he forgot to open them, apparently.

The first thing Percy saw when he opened his eyes was that he was, indeed, in a forest. It would be best to try to find the nearest city. See if he could get a read on where he was. After all, last he remembered, he wasn't in a forest. The last thing Percy remembered was being on…

Where was he last?

Mount Olympus?

There was the battle…and then…and then…!


Percy stood there, over Luke's corpse, when he heard the gods and surviving campers enter. He wasn't certain exactly what happened. He thought somebody asked him exactly what happened here. He couldn't really answer that. He was still processing that much for himself. But…he knew one thing.

"We need a hero's shroud," Percy began. He swallowed. There was no way Percy could know how everybody would react. It didn't matter though. For the time being, their thoughts weren't important. What was important, however, was honoring those who gave their lives to stop Kronos across the Battle of Manhattan. "For a son of Hermes. For Luke Castellan."

He blinked the tears out of his eyes. Luke's life may have been the sacrifice that finally stopped Kronos, but it wasn't the only live lost. Many others were lost getting to that point. And yet, Percy should've died. Everybody thought he was going to. The prophecy had said so. They all thought it had.

But it hadn't.

Percy lived, and others died. They gave their lives for Olympus. Percy may have been the hero before, but not today. Today, the heroes were his friends. All the brave souls who lost their lives defending Olympus when they shouldn't have had to. They were the ones who had sacrificed the most to let the world live to see the light of tomorrow. It was their victory-not Percy's.


The ceremonies to honor the dead were both short and long. It had taken a couple of days, but it felt like the battle had ended only a couple of minutes ago to Percy. He could still feel the blood pounding in his ears, and feel the adrenaline when he woke up.

The losses were far too many in Percy's mind. Not just for this battle, bot for the whole war. Charles Beckendorf. Silena Beauragaurd. Lee Fletcher. Michael Yew. Castor. Bianca. Zoe. And dozens more. That's not even counting the defectors who dies fighting as well. Including both Ethan and Luke. Everybody mourned. They mourned for family. They mourned for friends. They mourned out of love, and out of respect.

But nobody mourned the lost more than Percy. He had taken each person lost personally. He felt the weight of each death weighing on his shoulders. He mourned for the loss of his friends, and for the loss of his soldiers. But when the nightmares came, the thing he mourned for most of all, was his sanity.

After all the shrouds were burned, and all the dead were sent off to Hades's clutches, Olympus finally felt ready to celebrate. The celebrations lasted even longer than the funerals, as Olympus partied in honor of the defeat of the titans, and the surviving heroes who helped to do it. Nearly everybody participated. Even Hades could be seen with one of Dionysus's drinks in hand. Even Artemis spent time talking and dancing with her few remaining hunters.

Percy, however stayed at the edges of the city of Olympus, trying not to let his distraught state effect the others who deserved this moment of happiness. He just couldn't let go of those who died yet. That's not to say he didn't talk to people. Percy had many visitors who tried to help him out. His father and his cousins of course. Other head councilors like the Stolls and Katie Gardner also visited. Some of the friendlier gods like Hermes and Apollo tried to offer him some drinks. Nothing seemed to work though. Not even Annabeth could cheer him up. It would simply take time.

Then, at the end of the week of partying, Hermes told him that Zeus requested his presence in the throne room. And so Percy stood from the bench he was sitting on, and followed the messenger god into the heart of Olympus.


The meeting was an unusual one. For one: It was short. It wasn't 3 or 4 hours. It was barely one. For two: It wasn't filled with the usual squabbling. Oh, it still existed. But the squabbling didn't overshadow the important stuff. That was the third thing. There was important stuff. Even then, it barely cut through Percy's mourning. He had trouble focusing when his father told Zeus that the demigods needed to be accounted for. He could barely remember a word of Zeus's speeches afterwards.

Still, Percy was aware enough to understand what was happening. He was being rewarded. He didn't exactly deserve a reward. After everything that had happened, he barely deserved to live. Many of the deceased would've deserved the reward far more than Percy would've. But it was Percy who lived, and got the rewards in the end.

Percy understood exactly what the reward was. It was godhood, and it was the greatest reward he could possibly receive. But he knew, when he heard it, that it was not the road he wanted to walk down. There were many reasons. The first one was the shame he would feel, knowing that for leading others to death in battle, killing other demigods in battle even, he would be rewarded by never experiencing the same fate. The second was the people he would leave behind if he were to accept immortality. His friends that he fought alongside, like Grover and Nico and Thalia. Even more importantly than them, his girlfriend Annabeth. He could not imagine an eternity without the love of his life. Most importantly, though, was his mortal family. His mother, and Paul. Because his friends were part of the immortal world. And maybe he could get permission to make them semi-immortal, like Artemis's huntresses. But it would never happen for the mortals in his life. Even more than those close to him though, Percy new the true reason. 'Immortality must be a harsh curse on father and Triton', Percy remembered thinking. Because the sea does not like to be restrained. And there was no way that Percy would willingly subject himself to the chains knows as The Ancient Laws.

So Percy turned down the offer. He chose not to become a god. Instead, he used his reward for something more fitting. Making sure this war never happened again. He gave rights to the minor gods. He gave rights to the peaceful titans. He gave rights to the demigods. Because ultimately, this war got out of hand because the Olympian gods denied everybody else the same rights that they themselves took for granted. The rights of being respected. Of being relatively safe. Of having people looking out for them. Percy returned those rights to everyone. And perhaps, that would be able to lift a little of the burden off his shoulders.


Getting up slowly, Percy took in his surroundings. The trees were tall, and light barely seemed to filter through them. There seemed to be no roads nearby. No real signs of life at all. No birds chirping or even wind blowing. It was eerie. Even without the lack of sound, something felt off. It was like something dark, evil even, existed nearby. It was strange to say, but it was nature that felt unnatural.

Ever since meeting Pan, Percy could feel something in nature. Something about nature. It was always there. Even in cities, it was there. But it was far stronger in nature. Even in parks, or small forested areas. In the woods out in the middle of nowhere? It was normally at its strongest in such areas. But Percy felt nothing here. Not even the small amount in the cities. Just, nothing.

It was unnerving, and it stayed on Percy's mind as he began to move. Thoughts of why there were no signs of life. Questions of why this natural area felt so abnormal. Worries and theories of what might have caused it all. Of course, those weren't the only things on Percy's mind.

He still couldn't get rid of the guilt. He still felt the weight of the deaths of his friends. He still felt the pain that he felt during each funeral and memorial. He still could see the burning embers and leftover ashes of each shroud that was lit aflame, burning shortly, yet brightly, like the lives of each demigod they represented.

It bothered him. It bothered Percy that so many of his friends were dead. It bothered Percy that the world felt so unnatural. It bothered Percy that he couldn't detect any signs of life. But what bothered Percy most of all, was that he still couldn't remember how he got here.

Everything was fuzzy. It was all clouded and tainted by the depression and mourning he had been going through. But still, he remembered the end of the battle. Luke's sacrifice. His demands that even the traitors be given their honors. The making of the shrouds. The funerals. The fires. The celebrations. The partying. The drinking. The rewards ceremony.

Finally, Percy could hear something beyond his own footfalls cutting through the silence. It was the rushing of water, trickling over rocks and around bends. Percy may have been a city person, but he knew enough to know exactly what that sound meant. It meant a river nearby. The only question, was if it was important to go towards it.

Percy turned and made for the sound. The water always calmed him. Maybe it could alleviate him of some of the pain in his chest. Maybe it could grant him some sort of respite. Even more importantly, it could give Percy something to follow. Some direction to head in, even if just to be able to tell himself that he wasn't completely lost-that he was going somewhere.

It wasn't long before he reached the river. It hadn't made an extremely loud sound. It was only due to the unnerving silence of the rest of the world, and his enhanced demigod senses, that Percy had been able to hear it in the first place, so it could only be heard if nearby. As such, it only made sense to him that it was a short walk before he reached the river.

First came off his shoes. Of course, he could keep his clothes completely dry. But he wanted to wet his feet in the water. So after his shoes and socks were off, Percy stepped in. It wasn't a big river. It was only as deep as his waist at its deepest, and only a dozen yards wide at its widest. Percy waked all the way out to the center of the river. But even at the first step he knew it wouldn't help.

Water had always seemed to have his back in the past. It helped him through thick and thin. But not now. The guilt still weighed on him. It still ate at him. In fact, the water didn't even seem to do what it normally did. His mind wasn't any clearer. He didn't even feel more awake. It was almost like how a normal person would feel.

Frustrated, Percy dipped his hands into the water, and cupped it, before bringing it up to his face. Wetting and washing his face, Percy groaned and looked up.

Then he gasped.

He had noticed that it was night. The sky was dark, and the stars were out. They were bright and numerous. More so than he had ever seen before. This place may have been unnatural, but it was seemingly untouched by pollution, and the rest of mankind. That, however, was not what shocked him. Such an honor, instead, went to the moon in the sky. It was no normal moon though. It was broken. More than half of it was intact, but the rest was in large pieces.

As he stared at the fragmented moon, his eyes widened to a near impossible size. Only one thought ran through Percy's head. And strangely enough for a demigod, it was not related to Artemis or her chariot. It was not a question of what had happened. Instead, it was a memory.


It took a while to get everybody off of Olympus and back to camp. With nobody really having valuables, people slept wherever they wanted during the party, usually on benches or tables or couches. If people felt insecure about sleeping randomly, most Olympians offered their children rooms in their palaces. With the reward ceremony done and the party over, people had to travel back to camp. With it unclear how many monsters were still left, and nobody wanting to risk attracting them with such a large group of demigods, people only left Olympus when Argus came back from ferrying the previous group. The whole process took hours. Percy stayed in the last group with most of the remaining camp counselors.

He made a little bit of small talk as they all waited, but for the most part, kept to himself. By the time they had gotten into the van back to camp, most of them had decided to take short naps. It was at least an hour past midnight, after all. The Stolls, Nico, and Katie were all napping in their various seats. Jake Mason looked like he was working on blueprints for something in the front. Thalia, Annabeth, and Percy had sat in the back, with Annabeth taking the center seat. Even though they were all silent, none of them were asleep.

"It's not your fault, Percy." Percy turned from the window so fast that it hurt. Annabeth was staring at Percy with compassionate grey eyes. She was the one who had broken the silence. Thalia was staring at Annabeth, attention drawn by the sudden sound.

Percy just looked back at Annabeth. He heard her words, and thought them over. But he had nothing to say, so he remained silent.

"I'm serious. I was the tactician. I came up with the strategies. I was the one who had assigned them their locations. The frontlines where they would eventually die. If it was anybody's fault that they're gone, it's mine." Her words were backed up by sense and logic, like they always were. He couldn't really find fault in them. But still…

"I know that," Percy responded, eyes a stormy sea green, full of turmoil. "But I still led them there. I was the one they had confidence in. You may have been the one that assigned them their positions. But I was the one who inspired them to fight. To fight till their last breath. I was the one who inspired them to die."

"And because of that, and because of the sacrifice that you inspired them to, Olympus is still standing. The world is safe. If you hadn't a great many more would've died."

There was a pause between them, as Percy contemplated her words. It was a pause that Thalia chose to use to chime in. "You only had to because I had turned down the prophecy by joining the hunters in the first place. If I had let it go off back then. Things wouldn't have gotten this far. And even then, even if I wound up dumping the responsibility on you, I still led the Hunters. They followed me. Their blood is on my hands."

As she started speaking, Thalia had drawn the attention of both Percy and Annabeth. Her electric blue eyes were a bit duller now, and no less tumultuous than those of anybody else in the back of Argus's van. Percy turned back towards the window for a few minutes. After the silence had drawn out for a bit, Percy turned back to them, ready to conclude his thoughts on the matter.

"Being leader isn't all it's cracked up to be. It isn't a blessing or a privilege. It's a curse."

Annabeth and Thalia stared back at him. "Percy, that may have been the wisest thing I've ever heard you say. And it was quite wise, that's not just me trying to insult you," Annabeth answered. While the fact that she had to clarify the statement as a compliment may have been funny at any other time, nothing in her tone indicated that she was joking.

Thalia nodded. "It seems that we're on the same line of thinking for once, Kelp Head. Gods, I can't imagine how Zoe dealt with this for thousands of years. It really raises my respect for her. I thought the pressures of leadership were the worst part about it. It took until a week ago for me to realize just how wrong I was."

Percy nodded, and turned to the front. The van had left the city at some point in the conversation, and the hill was just up ahead. They soon came to a stop outside the big house. As the engine died, Thalia, Annabeth, Jake, and Percy began to wake everybody up. Well, awake enough for them to get up and head off to bed anyways.

Argus got out to turn in for the night too. It was the last trip from Olympus, and with Peleus always on watch, he was free to get some well-deserved rest. Annabeth and Percy walked briefly with Thalia to her cabin as everyone else shambled over to their own cabins. Soon, the pair were right outside of Athena's cabin. They were the last two outside.

Annabeth looked at me. There was still some worry in her eyes. It seemed she was attempting to cheer Percy up with the conversation in the van. It appeared not to have worked out as she had liked. Finally, she blinked and the gaze was broken. She walked up to Percy, and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "I love you, Percy. Goodnight, and sweet dreams."

"I love you too, Annabeth. And good night." With those final words exchanged, Annabeth turned into her cabin.

It wasn't a long walk across the clearing to get back to the Poseidon cabin. Percy spend it in silence. Nobody left awake and out to talk to, he just walked slowly to his cabin, reflecting on everything that happened the past summer. The mission with Beckendorf, and his death. The training for the final battle. The fight between the Apollo and Ares cabins over the chariot. Going to the underworld and taking a dip in the Styx. Being in Hades's prison. Escaping the underworld. Arriving in New York City. Coming up with the plans. Getting the aid of the river gods. The peace talks with Prometheus. Every fight and area in the battle that he visited and helped. Defeating Hyperion in single combat, or at least suppressing him long enough for the satyrs to turn him into a tree. The final fight in the Throne Room. The funerals. The parties. The rewards. Even the ride home.

As he turned into his cabin for the night, Percy gave one last look at the night. The last things he saw outside were the huntress constellation, and the unbroken, full moon.


Percy's in the old apartment that he and his mom lived in back when she was still married to Gabe. And right there, in front of him. Stood Gabe. Or it least, it looked like Gabe. Percy could tell it wasn't Gabe, however. He didn't have quite the same sneer as Gabe, and he gave off power that could only be related to the gods.

"Who are you?" Percy asked, preparing to defend himself. Only, it seemed he had no corporeal form. A demigod dream, then. The realization did nothing to ease Percy's worries.

"Who do I appear as to you?" Percy thought for a moment, debating whether or not to answer. Then he sighed.

"Gabe Ugliano," he answered, short and simple.

"Your old stepfather, hmm? Can you guess who I am, dear?"

"Honestly? I have no idea."

"Really? That's a shame. I had expected more from the great Savior of Olympus. I'm Ethan's mother."

Percy gasped slightly at the realization. Then his eyes hardened a little. Or, as much as they could, without him actually having eyes in his dream form. "Nemesis."

"Yes. I am Nemesis." Her form shifted before Percy, transforming into a beautiful woman in her 20s. She had mid-length black hair, and chocolate brown eyes. "Do you know why I am here?"

"I have no idea." While still a little tense, Percy had relaxed in his tone and mind set after her form had changed. While he wasn't any less suspicious of her like this, he would always be inherently uncomfortable around Gabe, or anyone using his form.

"I am the goddess of Revenge, Perseus. And I was on Kronos's side during the war."

She hadn't really stated anything, but Percy tensed up even more than before at the implication. "You're here to punish me, then." It was more of a statement, than a question.

The woman took on a bitter smile. "Honestly, I do not wish to. You got me some respect amongst the Olympians, and a cabin in the camp. I wish I could repay you. Reward you. But life does not always work out the way we want. I am the goddess of revenge, and as such, I am duty-bound by my domains to take revenge on you."

Percy would've mirrored Nemesis's expression, had he any form. There was no way he could hate her if she was bound by her domains and, truly regretted what she had to do. "I guess I won't be living to see an abnormally long demigod life after all. I really will die at 16-just a few weeks after what I had previously expected."

"You will survive yet still, Percy. I am not taking my revenge by killing you. You will live. But you will never see your family or friends again. I am banishing you, Perseus, to another realm. One outside of the gods' influence."

Percy's heart sank. "W-What? Another realm?"

Her eyes held a true regret and sadness. "I am sorry, Perseus, but this is the way it must be. But do not despair, for it is not all bad. I am sending you to a realm with no gods to dictate you, no fate to control you, and no mist to bind you. In the world I send you to, you will be completely free to make your own life. And I implore you to do so, on behalf of myself, the minor gods who owe you, and your family and friends who you have seen for the last. You will not be able to return to this world. So do not waste your life away trying to do so. Instead, take both hands and carve out a new life for yourself, with new friends to be happy with, and live to the fullest."

She waited for a moment, but Percy had nothing to say. Or rather, nothing he could say. He was still in too much shock from what he had been told. So Nemesis set her face into a neutral mask, closed her eyes, raised her arms, and muttered under her breath. Then the world began to fade to darkness. It encompassed Percy, until he was aware no longer.


As he came back from his memories, the truth was clear to Percy. The moon was broken because he was in another world. And nothing had happened to Artemis, because there were no gods in this world.

He wasn't the son of this world's sea god. It had no sea god. And Percy remembered how entering the water changed nothing for him. So he closed his eyes, and felt his connection to the water.

It was still there…sort of. He felt the power over the water inside of him. And he felt the water outside of him. But they weren't connected. He and the water were separate. Worried over his abilities to face whatever threat this new world would pose to him, Percy reached out to the water itself. He sought to restore the connection.

He tugged on the water, and it tugged back. He tugged again, and it tugged back again. And slowly, inch by inch, the gap was closed. And when he, and his power of water, and the water itself, finally touched, a bond was formed. One as unbreakable, and as unshakable, as the one he had back on Earth.

In an instant, Percy felt alive. It was like he had been half asleep ever since he woke up. Suddenly, his mind was sharpened. His senses, finely tuned. He felt like he normally did when he walked into water. It was what had been missing earlier.

It felt even greater than normal. He could feel the water as it turned around the bend a couple hundred yards down from where he was. He could see each blade of grass that stood on the river bank. He was invigorated by the cold chill of the night air across his skin.

And as Percy connected with the water, the world changed.


In a cold, dark, lab, deep under the school, there was a strange device. It consisted of two pods, each large enough to hold up a person. They were both connected to each other by a number of wires and tubes. There were also a great deal of wires connecting each of these pods to the third component-a large computer.

In one of these pods, there was a person. A young lady. There, she lay asleep, barely visible through the frosted over lid of the pod. She had short brown hair of shoulder-length, which complimented the light brown complexion of her skin. She wore nothing but her white undergarments. Her most notable feature, was an oddly shaped scar on her face, covering most of its left side, especially around her eye.

There she lay, chest slowly rising and falling, almost imperceptibly. To the outside world, she seemed dead, unable to wake or move the slightest inch. And it was nearly true. Even the best of military-grade modern medical technology could barely keep her alive. However, reacting to some strange shift in the air, she stirred. Only for a moment. But it was there. Nobody was there to observe it, but had they been, they'd be able to see her golden eyes, blinking open to observe an unseen change in the world.


The Branwen camp was silent in the middle of the night. There were a few guards on watch, surrounding the fenced in area that was filled of barely structurally-sound tents and scatter stolen boxes. They were mostly still, however, as was the forest that they watched. They kept their emotions masked and neutral, in order to ensure that they alerted no Grimm to the location of their settlement.

The rest of the camp was asleep, including their leader. Said leader was a woman in her thirties, named Raven Branwen, who resided in the large black tent in the middle of the camp. It stood twice as tall, twice as wide, and twice as long, as any of the other tents in the area. There could be no mistaking it. It was in this tent, that Raven Branwen suddenly shot awake.

She looked far younger than she was, and was battle ready even in sleep, wearing her red gauntlets and protective mask. She made sure to keep her large sword right next to her bed, in arms reach in case of intruders. She had pale skin, jet black messy hair, and crimson colored eyes.

Something had changed. Raven could tell that much. She wasn't certain to exactly what it was, but the air felt different. It wasn't some sort of feeling of danger, or a presence nearby. It wasn't the mood of mourning, or the depression of failure. It was much less placeable.

But much more important. Something in the world had changed. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew. She could feel it. The powers of the maiden held inside of her could feel it. And that, perhaps more than anything else, was what was most disconcerting about the feeling.


In a small tent in the middle of the woods, Cinder Fall woke quietly. The tent was one of three in the small clearing, as she gave both of her minions their own tents. Nobody would say she didn't take care of those who would die loyally for her.

The small trio didn't have any guards positioned on watch. They didn't need to. They directly served Salem, the mistress of the Grimm. And they would not be attacked if Salem did not wish it so. They didn't need to fear any other outsiders, either. For anybody else, it would be considered suicide to walk this far into a such a Grimm infested forest as this one. They could rest easy due to the natural wildlife.

Cinder didn't wake out of concern for her safety. She didn't wake to take watch. And she most certainly didn't wake up for anything is trivial as a need to use the bathroom. No. It was a change in the air, almost like some kind of shockwave washing over her, that woke her up.

She sat silent for a minute, internally reflecting on the feeling. But there wasn't much discernible about it. She certainly could tell that the power inside of her had felt something-reacted, to something. But she didn't know what. Not for the first time, Cinder cursed Qrow for preventing her from finishing the extraction of the powers of the fall maiden. If she had the full powers, maybe she'd be able to learn more about this feeling.

Alas, she didn't have the fall maiden's full powers. She only had half of them. So as much as she loathed not knowing, it was something that she would have to put up with for now. Thusly, she calmed her mind, slowed her breathing, and eventually, fell back asleep.


Ozpin sat in his office. The new school year was coming up, and this generation of incoming students had perhaps the greatest potential of all. Not only was an amazing crop coming up from Signal Academy, but there was an especially special selection of other talent as well.

There were a couple of survivors from a village outside one of the main Kingdoms. Such people were rare. After all, one would have to be both incredibly luckily, and exceptionally skilled, in order to survive an attack large enough to destroy a village, and survive the trip back to one of the kingdoms without the aid of any huntsmen.

There was a Schnee. The Schnee had been a talented family for generations, due primarily to their inherited semblance. It allowed for refined control over dust, strange and extraordinary feats like the defiance of gravity, and even the summoning of one's defeated enemies to their side. The Schnee were also renowned for their dedication, their drive, and their perfectionist mindset that allowed them to reach incredible heights in nearly anything and everything they did.

There was also an ex-criminal. A runaway member of the terrorist group, The White Fang. She hadn't put it on her application of course, but discovering it only took a small effort from a man with as many resources as Ozpin had. She had survived for years in White Fang camps outside of the kingdom of Vale, and she had immense experience from the times she participated in attacks herself, and she knew life and death battle better than nearly any other incoming freshman.

And of course, Ozpin would be a fool if he didn't include Mistral's four-time champion, Pyrrha Nikos to the list. She was like no other in the history of the tournament. She had barely even been touched throughout the entire thing, and that was across four times. The most recent tournament even had young people coming from afar to challenge her position, to no avail.

Yes, this year would boast many great huntsmen for the future indeed, and Ozpin would gladly mold them into humanity's defenders in their coming years. As Ozpin looked over the applications, quietly sipping coffee from his mug so he could keep going late into the night. And as he did so, he felt something wash over him. There was a powerful presence, unlike any other he had felt before. It was only there for a brief moment, but it was there. It had an effect even after he felt the presence vanish. Something had shifted in the world. Yes, the very world itself had felt different than it had in a long time. A long time indeed.

If only he had a better memory, and a stronger will to remember from all those years ago, Ozpin might be able to tell more about it. For now, he would have to send some of his best agents to investigate. He knew not the exact location-only that the pulse came from the West. It was a mission that had no time parameters, no clear objective, and no clear location. Not to mention it would be extremely important. If only Raven or Summer were still here, or Qrow weren't already on an information-gathering mission. Ozpin sighed.


Deep in the deadly wilds lay an environment vastly different from any other in this world. It held purple and red crystals, a red sky, and more Grimm than any other place in the world. And embedded in the ground was the only man-made structure that one would be able to see. Although, despite being man-made, it could barely be could human in design. This was the lair of Salem, and in this lair sat the world's greatest threat-the mistress of Grimm herself.

She had red veins visible from underneath her pale skin, but somehow managed an ethereal beauty in spite of it. Perhaps it was her white hair, or her piercing red eyes that matched those of the Grimm she controlled. Perhaps it was the eye-catching red diamond on her forehead. Or perhaps it was the imposing figure she cut in her flowing black dress. It didn't matter what the source was though. If anyone were to be in the same room or even the same building as her, they'd be able to feel the beauty and power that emanated from her. For better or worse, Salem was known widely amongst those that knew of her existence as the greatest being, the highest lifeform, on Remnant.

Salem was not necessarily in a good mood right now. For she, for the first time in thousands of years, was worried-nervous. She had just felt something that she know should not be here. At first she had only felt a light ripple of energy. Of course, just because it was small didn't make it insignificant. She could sense at all the way from the dark shrine, after all. This power had appeared in even smaller ripples again every few minutes for the past couple of hours. But then it changed. When she next felt it, it was no longer a ripple. It was an immense pulse, and the size of it left her wondering if Ozpin had somehow made a new maiden. But such a thing should've been impossible. He shouldn't have had enough magical energy left to do that. So she looked into what she had felt more, trying to discern what it was. Not finding much there, other than that the energy was different even from Salem's or Ozpin's (which also, shouldn't have been possible), she searched her memory, delving back to a time when magic was more prominent.

It was in this search, that she came to a realization. And if the epiphany tore through her like a lightning bolt, then the fear was the thunderclap that followed it. For this power was familiar. Distantly familiar, but oh so distinctly recognizable. For the last time she had felt this was the day that the world changed, and became permanently scarred. It was the day that the moon was shattered. That, Salem knew, was the last day that she, or anyone on this world, felt divine energies. And although the strength of those energies were nothing when compared to back then, the fact that they existed-that they were here!-was a bad thing for Salem. And she couldn't help but wonder if her (and everyone's for that matter) time was up.


Know that it was back, Percy knew what he had been missing. He had felt like a normal human. An extremely powerful one, but human all the same. With his connection to water, the nature, and even the wider world back, he knew that it was the other half of him that had been missing. Now he felt like a demigod again. He knew it was an arrogant thought to have, but he felt more than human once more, and in all his years, it was only now that he was able to make the distinction.

He sat there, relieved that he felt whole again. Whole…but still unhappy. Still depressed. Even as he gained his connection back, he remembered the others who had such a connection. Who had a godly half. And her remembered just how many of them died in battle. Just how many fell so recently. And his heart mourned for them even now.

As he stood in the water, performing an odd combination of mental and emotional tasks-both reveling and mourning, Percy heard a noise. It was small. Barely audible. It was a sniffing sound.

Suddenly aware, Percy shot up and reached into his pants. Even as he did so, he began to panic. I'm in a new world. I've been sent here by Nemesis. Yet only, now, when I may be surrounded, that I think to check if I even still have Riptide? His worries were quickly calmed as his hand wrapped around a very familiar pen in his pocket, and he pulled it out, keeping it capped.

Percy's head shot to the left as he heard a sound. A footstep, he decided. But he saw nothing, no disturbances. It was just as he wondered if he was being paranoid that his battle instincts kicked in. In a split second, his control over water went off, and he shot himself from the river to over twenty feet in the air. From there, he could see the unnatural shadowy wolf-like creature below him. Not only that, but he could see a few that were hiding in the bushes and trees too. No wonder he saw nothing. They would've blended in perfectly with the darkness of the night of not for the bone-white armoring on them. Oh. And the demonic glowing red eyes.

As Percy landed, he winced lightly. Turned out that landing bare feet on pebbles from being more than twenty feet in the air somehow managed to hurt more than stepping on a Lego.

Seeing the perceived weakness, one of the shadowy creatures leaped at Percy from the treeline, but in a flash of bronze, the monster of this world found itself headless. Settling in a battle stance, Percy pointed his sword towards the treeline. The monster in the water made a move for Percy as well, only to find that it somehow was disappearing from the stab wounds all over its body. It couldn't imagine how those got there. After all, the human couldn't have made them, and the only things touching the Grimm's body were water and air.

With two beasts down, Percy heard a howl come from across the river, and more shadowy wolf-like beasts began to come out of the woods all around him. The trees, the bushes, and even from across the river. Seeing the number, Percy's face set, his lips turning to a straight and focused line.

And for the first time since coming to this world, Percy wasn't frowning. He wasn't mourning. For it seemed that even if the small passage of time, the comforting ceremonies, and the upheaving events couldn't heal Percy's wounded soul, then at least the slaying of monsters, no matter which world, could distract him from its pain.


A/N: ' That was unbelievably satisfying to write. I had a fanfiction account before this one in the past, but I was 12 or 13, and a really crappy writer. I also didn't have the creative juices to get beyond a couple thousand words in one chapter, in spite of my ideas and love for stories possessing longer chapters. Now having finished my first year at college, the difference in my writing is night and day.

I'm not going to elaborate on every mysterious thing that happened in this chapter. If there are any questions, I'll answer them in future Author's Notes…if it's not about something I want to keep intentionally vague for later reveals.

All reviews will be welcomed, especially ones with feedback or advice. Just so long as it's not something useless, such as "Nice chapter. Plz update." PMs are welcome too, especially if you have suggestions or theories. I'd love to see what you all think.

Until next time!' -TheeLoreMaster