Foreword:

This story is about a boy from Earth who, in the wake of a tragic accident, somehow wakes up to find himself in a brand new universe. He finds himself on the planet of Remnant in the RWBY universe, and Beacon is currently enrolling. The boy always wanted to be a warrior, and decided to apply, and train for the test for enrollment. Watch as the boy makes his way up the ranks to become among the best hunters Remnant has ever known.

This story will take place before Ruby and the rest of the main characters are starting their education at Beacon. They have all been accepted, and will be attending it. All teams will remain the same. The story will progress mostly canon, with some added events in between with the new character.

I've had this story floating around in my head, and decided to give it a try. I like the way it sounds in my head, and the possibilities that I am able to do with it are virtually endless. Regardless of popularity, I will always be updating this, as it is very fun, and I would find it enjoyable to have a project that I have a strong passion for (not that I don't like any of my other stories, I love them, but this one idea came into my head randomly one day and I was like, that's really good, so yeah). Anyways, let's get going. I'm sure you'll love this story. Don't be afraid to favorite, or review. Constructive criticism is most certainly welcome.

(A/N, 1/2/2017) Just finally rewrote the first chapter. It took me forever to get to it, but I finally did it. Now it isn't absolute crap.

*All characters that appear in this story are fictional by all means. I only own my created character, all others belong to RWBY, which is rightfully owned by Roosterteeth.*

A Brave New World

Chapter 1: Prologue

Earth.

A place full of war, hate, and destruction. But also a place full of hope, progress, and unity at the same time.

Every now and then, someone rises out of the ashes of destruction, or out of the mountain of oppression, the waves of fear. Many times those people rise to be some of the greatest heroes of their generation, but also the greatest villains to others.

With them, change is always brought to the world, sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes a mix of both.

But not all heroes rise so visibly, sometimes by preference, not wanting to be recognized, or they just don't get the recognition that they deserve.

But what about a hero that wasn't a hero to Earth, but a hero to another world entirely?

This is the tale of one such person, a boy, no more than 17, who goes by the name of Steven Paxton. He had dark brown eyes, just like his mother, and short dark brown hair combed to the right. He was born and raised in a small rural town outside of Boston, Massachusetts in the United States. His family of four, consisting of his older sister and his mother and father, loved him very much, as he did them. He had several friends, the number drastically increasing over the last year as he finally met new people, but he made sure to keep his old friends close regardless. They all understood each other and did many things together, often showing a brotherly type bond.

Additionally, he had a special someone in his life that he loved very much. Jenny was his girlfriend, and they had been together for about 3 years now, and they both loved each other for who they were, and didn't give to damns about appearances. She had long, brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen. The two of them often thought about spending the rest of their lives together, and how they'd both get married as soon as they could, that's how in love they were.

Steven was currently in high school. He was a smart kid. Even though he wasn't in all honors or AP classes, he still believed that he was truly special when it came to knowing about some things much more than others, but not in such a way that he was arrogant. Specifically, he knew a lot about the world around him, politics, and how things worked, such as economies and ecosystems, and he loved technology. The sciences and math came easily to Steven, and he was passionate about history, specifically of his own nation, the United States. He was very patriotic about his country, but not a racist towards outsiders, as he always kept an open mind about everyone, often putting himself in others shoes to see their reasoning behind many actions. By no means was he a racist. Although he disliked some nations of the world, he only disliked the nation, and not its people, as he knew that many people within nations do not always agree with what their respective nations are doing, and that they are not all the same way as many media outlets led people to believe. There is a big difference between what stereotypes and the media paint of the people of other nations, and what those actual individuals are like, and he knew that.

Steven loved going to school, learning new things and what not. He always wanted to be a video game designer, and so was very obsessed with video games. Deep down, however, he knew he was a warrior. Steven was by no means a violent person, in fact he was very calm and wasn't the kind of person to hold grudges on anyone very easily, or to lash out on someone. But should someone do something extreme that either would harm him or his friends or anyone else he cared about, he knew that he could become very violent, but he luckily hasn't had to show that side of him to anyone. With this, and combined with his extreme patriotism of his country, he often fantasized about being in the army, specifically a tank commander, as tanks were another passion of his.

Steven was also a very caring person, often concerned about others before himself. If one of his friends was in need of someone, he'd always be there. Jenny was no exception of course, she lived a hard childhood, and having someone like Steven always there for her is what kept her going. He was also a great listener, and was often someone people could confide in, telling him secrets that they knew he would keep safe for them. He was also very friendly in general, and a comical person too. He liked to make jokes where he could. He enjoyed making others laugh. Because of this, and many other traits he had, Steven was a very friendly and approachable person. Giving off the air that he's trustworthy and always had good intentions, people would most always quickly befriend him and trust him with important things despite only knowing each other for a short time.

Steven also was very unique in the sense that he was extremely creative. He had ADHD, which made sure his mind was always racing, which did allow ideas to come through his head quite nicely, and liked to make things with his hands. Mostly in the form of drawing or building, Steven always found it fun, easy, and exciting to take an idea from his head and bringing them into the world. He even knew how to build his own weapons, knowing many guns inside and out with his experiences before in Maine and New Hampshire while hunting with his father and uncle, as well as a lot of research online due to his fascination and obsession with them. Given the right tools and materials, and a reasonable amount of time, he could probably build a gun of his own.

If you were to ask any one of his friends, or anyone close to him about what they would describe his personality as, they'd often describe him as an animal. The animal always varied from person to person however. Some would say that he's very docile and calm, yet protective like a moose, while others would describe him as a dog; loyal, always there for you, and a great friend. Some would even yell you that they see him as something much like a Bear or Tiger; often peaceful towards people, but if provoked wrongly, it will come after you, and it will try to kill you. But those people also would be sure to add that those would be in extreme situations, and not everyday ones.

Currently, it was the middle of the summer, 2016. Steven had been on summer vacation from school for a little over a month. He and his family were all in his father's silver pickup truck, and were on their way up to their favorite vacationing spot; North Conway, New Hampshire. They went up there at least twice a year, and loved it every time. They had been going there for years, always drawn to the White Mountains and the beautiful nature around them. With their RV being towed by the truck behind them, Steven couldn't wait to get up there and get away from it all for a little while. Sure, the beds kinda sucked, but that's not why they were going on vacation. On the way up, Steven was listening to his favorite music, looking out the window in thought. He couldn't help but be excited for his senior year in high school. He was pondering on how he got this far, and how he could succeed and achieve great things in life if he kept his course and played his cards right. He looked over to his sister and mother, seeing that they were sleeping on the long car ride. He smiled at this, and then continued to look out his window at the road ahead, watching the semi-trucks drive by them on the opposite side of the highway, excited for his vacation. He began to think of what his family was going to do there for the week ahead of them. They were going to go hiking, shopping, zip-lining, go look at the nature, float on the Saco River, eat some nice food, go up Mt. Washington, and who knows what else! Steven could barely contain his excitement. Steven then looked at the GPS to see how much longer they had until they arrived at their destination.

2 hours, 37 minutes it read. Figuring he still had a while to go, he decided to shut his eyes and rest up for a bit, passing the time quickly. Steven dozed off in a matter of minutes.

While asleep, Steven was dreaming. Dreaming about him and Jenny being together, married, a few kids running around, playing. The dream he couldn't wait to live for himself. Holding hands while sitting on two chairs on their deck, watching their kids, Steven was in heaven. But his beautiful dream slowly started to become a nightmare. It started with a concerned look on his wife's face, looking at Steven, her eyes tearing up. She then began to cry. Steven became very worried, wondering why this was. He tried to ask her what was wrong, but nothing was coming out of his mouth when he tried to speak. Then, the two chairs on his deck began to separate, getting further apart from each other every moment, forcing the two lovers to let go of each other's hand, both desperately trying to reach and rejoin with the other's hand. Steven tried to get up to run over to her, but he was somehow stuck to his chair. But then Steven realized that he was asleep, as this was extremely unrealistic, and he knew it. Through this realization, he was able to snap himself awake upon hearing a semi-truck's horn nearby.

As Steve snapped out of his dream, he felt very calm when realizing he was just dreaming, and it was only a nightmare, just during the day. He was thankful that the truck honked his horn, whichever one it was. It allowed him to come back to reality.

But as he looked forward he could see why there was a semi honking his horn.

An RV was cutting off a semi hauling a trailer like an idiot, cutting in front of him too quickly before clearing the whole truck, forcing the semi to swerve to the left in front of him. At the sudden turn at high speeds, the truck lost traction, and jack-knifed across the highway, before finally falling on its side from the extreme forces on the vehicle.

Steven, and everyone in the truck with him looked at it in horror, seeing what happened right in front of them. With the added weight of the camper behind them, the silver pickup could simply not stop fast enough from 70 miles per hour.

Everything slowed down very rapidly for Steven as he watched his father desperately trying to stop before slamming into the truck in front of them. As he watched the truck slam into the obstacle at 50 mph, he could see the vehicle crumbling in front of him. Windows shattering, metal bending, bones crushing, blood spewing, everyone's face in agony. He slowly watched his family and himself dying in front of him.

Suddenly, everything started to turn white, the pain started to disappear. He figured he was dying, and that he would at least soon be able to see his family in the great land above. But the white light soon turned into black and purple. Looking around, Steven could swear that he was in space, but knew it was strange regardless if he was dead. Then he suddenly felt like was falling very rapidly. Before he knew it, he hit something below him hard, something like a floor. Everything turned white again, forcing Steven to close his eyes at the brightness.

Upon opening his eyes, Steven saw he was lying on the ground of a forest. Green and lush, the sky blue, the birds singing. Steven quickly sat up, looking at himself for injury to behold that he was completely fine. Tears started to build up in his eyes as he looked around frantically for any signs of his family or the highway which he crashed on, seeing neither. He quickly stood up, tears now running down his face.

"MOM?! DAD?! JACQUI?!" He yelled out into the forest. "no" he whispered. He began to run in the direction he was looking in, trying to find his family. "no, no, no, no, this cannot happen!" he said out loud before calling out for his family again. He must have done this for many minutes before finally breaking down on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. He couldn't stop thinking about what he was just forced to watch. But he soon realized that if he was able to survive somehow, then maybe his family survived too.

With this glimmer of hope fresh in his mind, Steve slowly got up, wiped the tears off his face, and thought for a moment.

Regardless of how he got to where he is now and despite what happened, there had to be civilization somewhere nearby, somewhere he could get help. Additionally, he figured that the same thing that happened to him could have easily happened to his family. With that, he stopped and looked around, listening, trying to find any evidence of people. Not more than a few seconds pass when he looks up to see some sort of airship flying overhead. Under more normal circumstances Steve would've been awestruck at the amazing machine, but remembering his situation, he suppressed those feelings.

He logically thought that the airship could either be heading towards a city or away from one. He couldn't decide which of the two it was though, as he couldn't tell if it was slowing down, speeding up, or moving vertically at all due to the thick trees in the forest he's standing in the middle of. It was a 50/50 shot, but he decided to go with his gut instinct and headed in the same direction the airship was going.

He began walking, knowing that if he went the wrong way, he would still have some energy to be able to backtrack and head in the correct direction. As Steven was making his way through the forest, he couldn't help but notice that some of the plants in this forest were somewhat different than those found in New England, but he didn't pay much attention to it as it would distract him from his objective.

He felt like he had been walking for a long time, so he decided to stop and sit down to rest for a bit next to a nearby tree. As he sat, he listened to the nature trying to stay as calm as possible given his situation. As he was doing that, he went through with himself on how he thought he might've gotten to where he is.

He remembered the crash, and how everyone sustained fatal injuries, including himself. Yet here he is. Then he remembers seeing white light, then floating in space somehow, then seeing white again before opening his eyes to see that he's on the ground in the middle of a forest. Steven tried to make sense of how that happened. First, he thought he could still be dead. He then looked down at his arms, and pinched one of them. He certainly didn't feel dead, and seemed in control of his body. He felt completely normal in fact, minus the circumstances of course. He was in control of his own actions, so it's not some sort if dream. So being dead is certainly out of the question, he concluded. Next he figured that maybe he could've been moved away to safety from the crash, but then he figured that, if that was the case, he'd either be in a hospital, or he'd at least be able to see or hear the highway from where he was. He wasn't launched or anything, otherwise he'd still be injured. Which brought up another question, how come his legs weren't removed from his body after he literally watched them snap in half? Additionally, if his body was moved, why weren't there any other people near him? Steve couldn't think of any logical reason as to how he got here, so he put it in the back of his mind as right now he just needed to figure out where his family went. When he stopped thinking for a moment to take in the nature around him, he thought he heard what sounded vaguely like a bunch of people talking in a crowded area nearby. A sense of happiness washed over Steven as he started to move towards the sound.

His happiness quickly went away when he hears a low growl behind him. Fear now taking root inside of him, Steven moved at a faster pace, just to be safe. Then he could hear something running past him nearby. Now in a full sprint, his fear turned into terror at what could potentially be hunting him. 'If this is a pack of wolves or something, I'm done for sure' he thought to himself. But wolves it was not. When he saw what was actually hunting him, he knew it was much, much worse.

A large creature that could only be described as a werewolf by his vocabulary, jumped out right in front of him, making a loud snarl, bearing its teeth. The creature was all black with the exception of its blood red eyes, and white bony skull, spines, and plates that decorated its body, with blood red streaks on many of them.

"HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK?!" he yelled scared to death.

The creature was easily twice Steven's height, and seemed to have a lot of strength based on a quick glance of its plentiful musculature. Quickly realizing that he had no chance at fighting the animal, he turned and ran as quickly as he could in the opposite direction, screaming "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" several times, hoping someone may come upon him. The creature let out a sort of roar into the air, as if to taunt Steven in a way, and then began to run after him.

Steven quickly glanced behind him to see that the beast was gaining on him rapidly. Seeing that running was clearly not working, he quickly looked around to see if he could find a rock or a large stick, anything that he could use to try to defend himself. To his left he could see a large branch of what he hoped was oak wood, and quickly ran over to it, picked it up, and immediately swung it around him, and struck the creature right on the side of the head.

"EAT SHIT" He yelled upon seeing his successful blow, but quickly realized that it would take more than an oak branch to take down the beast.

Upon being struck by the branch, the creature simply stopped and moved his head along with the blast, unfazed. It then slowly turned its head back towards Steven menacingly.

"Son of a…" Steven began to say, but was suddenly pounced on by the beast, pinning him to the ground. It began to hack and slash at his body violently. Steven was feeling no pain however, instead he was feeling angry, enraged. Steven could notice his body emitting a red glow, and he got a sudden burst of strength. Steven quickly pushed the creature off of him somehow. Steven's eyes were now glowing a bright red, and as he stood up to fight the creature, he couldn't help but let out a loud, unhuman roar. Without thinking, Steven got down on his hands and knees, and began to roar again, then suddenly transformed into a large velociraptor in a quick flash of light. Where Steven once stood, he was replaced by a 6 foot tall raptor with orange skin and sharp red stripes that went from his back to halfway down his body. On his arms, head, tail, and parts of his legs were beautiful blue feathers with yellow in the middle. Steven, not fully aware of what he just did, didn't really care. He had a score to settle with the beast.

Steven let out another roar, which was now turning into more of a screech, taunting the creature in front of him. The creature, clearly surprised by this, lets out a howl, bringing out six more of the same beast from the forest behind him. Unfazed, and eyes blazing red, Steven sprints forward with amazing speed, ten does a 360, using his tail to knock the closest monster off of its feet, then pounced on the one behind it, slashing at its head with his new claws. Steven didn't notice that the creature had started evaporating as he kept attacking the creature, until one of the dark beasts lunged into him, pulling him off. Quickly recovering and getting back on his feet, Steven quickly ran forward at his attacker, biting it straight in the jugular, crushing it with his powerful jaws. The creature instantly fell down and started to evaporate, his neck also broken from the force of the bite. Steven noticed this time that the creature was evaporating, most likely signifying that it was dead.

Steven then turned around to face his five other attackers, the first one he hit with his tail back on its feet again. Steven let out another screech, taunting the creatures. In response, the creatures let out another howl, bringing in countless more of them behind. This only made Steven fill with more rage. He started to glow bright red again, then quickly changed into what could only be described as a hellish tyrannosaurus. It was at least 30 feet tall, and was all black with dark red stripes similar to his previous form on his back. Instead of the small arms a tyrannosaur would usually have, Steven had much larger arms, ones that were actually usable, and they had four fingers, but they were still rather short. Additionally, there were spines and spikes coming out of the skull of the beast, one coming out of the nose like a rhino, some on the arms, some on the legs, and some along its back. The teeth of the beast were extraordinarily long, thick, sharp, and plentiful.

Letting out another roar, Steven quickly charged forward, head down to strike with the horn on his nose, and into the mass of enemies. In response, the large mass of beasts let out a collective roar in the air, then charged in response. As Steven made contact with the first one, he thrust his head upward, impaling the unlucky filth. He then immediately brings his head back down and picks up the next with his mouth, thrashing it around violently, hitting a few other beasts. Letting go, then whips his tail to the right, straight into a small group of them that were trying to jump on him. He then brought his head back down to the ground and began thrashing it side-to-side, mauling any creatures it hit with the additional spines on his head, before charging straight again, trampling any creatures that aren't impaled by the horn once more. After passing the group entirely, Steven then turned around, thrashed the impaled creatures off of his horns, then let out another loud, bone chilling roar, and moved his left leg as though he was signaling he was going to charge again. Eyes still burning red, rage still inside of him, he ran right back into the fray. However, when he got halfway through the mass of enemies, he was forced to stop as he saw what must have been a few hundred soldiers coming through the forest, attacking the creatures as well.

This gave Steven courage, as he finally found some help, but first he needed to help them out. He stayed in the middle of the horde, and began attacking any of the hellish creatures he could see. Thrashing them around, impaling them, whipping them off with his tail, Steven went for maximum damage.

As the horde was thinning out, Steven became much more careful, and even went as close to the soldiers to help save some of them by grabbing creatures that were pouncing on them in midair, then throwing them aside.

The soldiers meanwhile, were unsure what to make of this gigantic beast that they've never seen before, but knew it wasn't a Grimm, as they almost never attack one another, and especially not on this scale.

When the last Grimm had been trampled at Steven's feet, with its head being torn off by his powerful jaws, Steven then turned towards the soldiers, and slowly walked towards them.

Seeing the beast coming towards them, but unsure of its intentions, the soldiers prepared to shoot the beast.

"Hoooold!" one of the men could be heard saying to the rest.

"Look at its eyes!" another said, pointing. Steven's eyes were turning from the blood red of his rage back to his normal dark brown eyes, with white around them.

Steven could feel the anger leaving him, and as he got closer to the soldiers, he could feel many of the spines begin to recede back into his body. He felt safe again.

"Hold your fire!" One of the men said, seeing that the creature appeared more harmless than it was previously. And as Steven got right in front of them, he stopped. Then he glowed bright red again, but this time he returned to his normal, human self, with a red glow coming back around him, then fading. There wasn't a scratch on his body.

The men were astounded when they found out a human boy just killed all of the Grimm behind him, without a scratch on him. They were simply all dumbfounded.

Then, out of the middle of the men, one man stepped forward. He was rather tall, with white hair, glasses, and a black jacket on top of a green undershirt with a green scarf. He also wore black pants and boots, and walked with a cane.

"That was certainly impressive…" he said, clearly amused and impressed. "Tell me, what is a boy doing out here all by yourself without any form of weapon in Grimm territory?"

"I- I…" Steven began, not sure he should trust the man, but realized he was also his only hope. "I don't know how I got here. One moment I was in a truck with my family, then the next thing I knew we crashed into an overturned semi and then I saw me and my family die slowly, and then there was a bright white light, and then I woke up in there completely fine," pointing towards the forest, "and…. I have no idea where I am, or what even happened." He began, starting to cry. "Then I got attacked by whatever those things were." Pointing back at the Grimm he had just killed. "and the next thing I know I turn into a frickin dinosaur! And then I go all ape shit on the damn things." He finally broke down on the ground, crying uncontrollably.

"I see…" the man said to him. "Here, come with me. I'll see what I can do to help you." The man said, outstretching his hand to Steven. Steven took the man's hand, who helped him up. "Let's go." He said. "I know a place we can talk about this without you having to worry about so many eyes watching you." Steven nodded in acknowledgement, sniffling, and wiping the last of the tears from his eyes.

A few moments later, Steven asked. "I should probably introduce myself after what I just did there." Steven said with a slight chuckle. "I'm Steven. Steven Paxton." He said, extending his hand out for a handshake.

"I'm professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy, but you can just call me Ozpin." He said, accepting the handshake.

The two then walked towards the city that Steven had been walking towards earlier before he was interrupted, but little did he know that that city was none other than Vale, and that he was no longer on Earth anymore, but now on a new planet called Remnant. Little did he know it, but his life was about to take a huge turn for the better, a new chapter had begun for Steven.