At the beginning I wasn't sure where I was going with my story. I made things up as I went until I reached Ch.11, which was the end of The Plus One of RWBY, and has been for a long time.

The full story had only just begun then. If you had been there from the start than you might know what I'm talking about. All the other fics I did, some of them even continuing the story. As things went on I began to have more of an understanding of what I wanted to do with this story.

I know what I want to do now, and that has all culminated in this…

Fate.

Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own, RWBY, Naruto, Destiny, and anything else I may use or reference throughout this series.

(I just had a crazy idea, instead of all you critics coming over and telling me every single thing that I've done wrong, why not tell me what I've done right instead? You know? Positive reinforcement? Being nice to us sensitive people? Just a crazy idea that no one's ever tried before. Sorry I just have bad experiences from when I first wrote this story… flamers… flamers everywhere… And no, this is not an invitation to argue with someone about the perks of being told what you did wrong, I don't want to hear it.)

(AND FOR ANYONE THAT IS NEW TO MY FICS, this is a rewrite of 'Team SPWM' and 'The Plus One of RWBY' series, as well as 'Universe of Angels' which I will be deleting at some point, so don't read those cause spoilers. Anything else of mine, like 'Angels' is safe to read and not connected to Fate. Actually I think that's the only fic I have that isn't connected to Fate. XD)

I hope you all enjoy!


The Plus One of RWBY: Ch.1


Imagine a war that had been going on ever since the beginning.

This war, between angels and demons, had been going on for as long as angels had demons had existed, as long as the multiverse had existed. Yet, of all the planets they've fought on, they've been fighting on this one longer than any other in the war.

At least this planet was devoid of intelligent life.

The leader of the angels on this planet was tasked with finding the demons using his special abilities.

The angel wasn't really that surprised when he sensed that the primary base for demons on this planet was an underground cave.

This angel would be tired of war, if it wasn't for the fact that war had always been a part of him.

Him, the dozen angels behind him, and the army of demons in front of him.

Clearly the demons had made use of magic in this cave, it was the only way to explain how it was literally multiple square miles of underground open space with seemingly nothing holding it up.

The angel pulled his focus over to the more important army of red-skinned, yellow-eyed, winged, horned creatures in front of him.

Hundreds and hundreds of smaller demons, with a dozen larger demons in the back. Normally they would be overwhelmed by the smaller ones before they even got to the demons that were worthy of a name, but the angels would have lost the war longago if they weren't capable of adapting.

They had adapted all right, because when it seemed like they would lose the war way back in the beginning, some angel had the crazy idea of bringing mortals into the war.

The idea was just crazy enough to work, and they needed to have an army of their own anyway.

It took quite a bit of testing, a few hundred years actually. Figuring out how much Angelic Energy was safe to put into a mortal, and how to train them. Send them into other worlds to hone their skills, or train them personally? What happened when you gave mortals this kind of power? It helped that some universes had mortals who already had power. Their powers responded to the angel's powers in interesting ways.

It was many thousands of years ago that they finally got the use of mortals just right, and they have proved to be better than a hundred of the smaller demons. Since then the war slowly balanced out, but angels never could pull into the lead in this war.

You simply don't understand how many millions of years this war has been going on for, across the multiverse. Many angels, demons, and mortals have died in this war, this indescribably long war…

Now, behind the angel, wasn't just a dozen angels, for there was also a mortal or two for every angel.

The angels couldn't agree on a name though… Warriors? Pawns? In the end it didn't matter.

"Took you angels long enough to find us." The demon at the front of the army taunted.

"I have long since lost any interest in speaking with you demons before the battle." The angel responded, his sword's blade stabbed into the ground in front of him with both his hands resting on the hilt. "This war has gone on for so long, every battle is the same, every demon says the same thing."

Demons breed so fast that no matter how many they kill there are always more, that's why this war has gone on for so long.

The demon grinned in response before holding up a pitch black crystal ball.

'A relic?' The angel thought. "Well, at least this will be interesting." He mumbled.

One mortal clad in white armor, walked up to the right side of the angel. He looked up at the angel, the angel that chose him. An angel with brown eyes that glowed with white energy, short white hair, and glowing white armor. His longsword was made of holy metal and glowed with incredible power.

"We are ready, Anima." The man spoke.

"I hope you all are, you've never faced that large an army before." Anima pointed out, looking down at the man at his side, his warrior. Whenever an angel was in a mortal world, they always stood at seven to nine feet tall, towering over most mortals.

"We will defeat them." The mortal assured Anima.

"I wish you all luck." Anima said with a nod.

The mortal nodded back before turning to his fellow mortals behind him. "To the front! Get ready!" He ordered, and the men and women approached to the front of the group, standing in front of the angels.

None of them were younger than thirty, for they had to go through at least twelve years of training before their angel would let them fight demons, and the minimum age that they were chosen was eighteen.

The demon at the front, having fought enough mortal warriors to know their strength, decided them unworthy to fight him and let the army of smaller demons take care of them. With a wave of his hand the human-sized demons charged.

The warriors spread out, each mentally deciding what portion of the army they would fight.

Anima's warrior took out his sword and swung it horizontally in front of him, creating a wave of energy that took out a few dozen demons.

That was the signal for the other warriors to begin their attack.

One began firing explosive arrows, another moved at impossible speeds and cut through his portion with a katana. One began bashing demons left and right with his mace and shield, while another threw out fire, ice, and lighting spells. One performed a few hand signs before breathing out flames, another threw out bomb after bomb before switching to his backup knives. One used a spear and shield, while another was using invisibility and knives to make short work of the demons. One made use of Ki blasts to destroy his portion.

Most of the small demons only had their claws and teeth, and a few also had basic fire spells. Other than that, their only power was numbers. However, the warriors they were fighting were the ones trained by some of the most powerful angels there were.

The one with the mace and shield began shooting energy blasts from his shield. The mage's spells grew in strength greatly. The bomber began throwing storms of sharp leaves that shredded through the demons. The one with the spear and shield started teleporting. The one with invisibility created clones of himself that were capable of combat, making for a very good distraction while he went invisible again.

Those were just some of the abilities that just some of the warriors had gotten from their angels. Soon there were very few small demons left, with made the lead demon frustrated.

Sensing trouble, Anima created a wall of energy between the warriors and the demons. The mortals didn't need to be told to retreat, they just did. Only the angels themselves had a chance of beating a true demon.

With one slash of Anima's sword, a massive wave of energy took out the remaining small demons.

"It's a shame that this fight won't mean the end of the war." Anima commented sadly.

"You'll never defeat us!" The lead demon yelled. "I am the Demon of Anger! I will-"

"Do you have any idea how many Demons of Anger I've killed?" Anima cut him off.

"Then I will avenge the ones that came before me!" The lead demon yelled angrily, and the other demons roared behind him.

The demon flew at Anima, who opened his white angel wings before flying to meet him half way. The collision of Anima's sword and the demon's fire sword created a massive shockwave that pushed back the mortals, even though they were far away. Anima and the demon jumped back from each other.

"You are powerful… But…" The demon pulled out the black crystal orb again, and crushed it in his hand, filling himself with dark energy. "With this power, I will become even stronger!"

The power that came off of him was so powerful and evil that it was somewhat suffocating.

The demon charged again, and once again Anima met him half way, this time putting more of his own Angelic Energy into the sword. The shockwave that resulted from this was so powerful it created a massive hole in the ceiling that went a few miles up, all the way to the surface, letting light in.

"What!?" The demon asked in shock and disbelief as it backed up. "You… you must have the other relic of this world!"

"Oh, this?" Anima asked, holding up a white version of the crystal orb that the demon had used. "Yeah we found it, but you aren't worth using it on." He taunted as he pocketed the orb. "You see, the other dozen angels that I brought?" Some of said angels came up to the front and stood next to Anima. "These are the most powerful angels we currently have. Excluding the Archangels of course, they aren't allowed to participate in war. Basically, you have no chance."

"You… what are you?" The demon asked in fear, sensing the power coming from the angels before him.

"Well, I'm Anima." Anima said with a grin as he held up his sword over his shoulder.

"I'm Jack." Said the one with the black and white suit, cane, fancy hat, and a sly grin. He had yellow eyes and slick black hair. His right wing was black on the top half and white on the lower half. The left wing was white on top and black on the bottom. The boundary between the white and black was a thin red line.

"I am Tempo." Said the young wizard angel with light blue wings and blue eyes. He had light blue robes and a pale blue magic staff.

"I'm Mars." Said the young female angel with bright red hair, red eyes, red armor, red wings, and a red sword that was on fire. Even her shield was on fire for some reason.

"I have to correct Anima here." Tempo cut in. "We aren't all of the greatest angels, just some of the greatest."

"And if you were wondering which angels we were…" Anima started. "We're not gonna tell ya."

"Unlike you, I have no problem letting these demons know who I am before I kill them." Mars said to Anima before turning to the demon. "I am the Angel of War."

"Yeah you just love to brag, don't ya Mars?" Jack chuckled.

"She can't help but get excited by war, it's just what she is." Tempo said.

"Can I please kill this one now?" Mars asked impatiently. "I'd like to get on to the others before they recover from their awe at our power."

"My power, ok?" Anima corrected with a grin. "I'm the one that was showing off."

"Why not let the rest of us show off?" Jack suggested.

"Fine, but if you're asking me to stand back and watch, that's not gonna happen." Anima said before getting ready to charge.

The other angels did as well.

"And yes, Mars, you can have that one. We'll take care of the others." Anima finally answered and Mars nodded in thanks before approaching the demon.

The demon took a step back from her and failed to hide the fear in its yellow eyes.

"What's the matter!? You still too weak to beat me even with the help of that relic!?" Mars taunted with a crazed smile that's very purpose was to put fear into her enemies.

The demon lashed out with its claws, which she blocked with her shield. The demon cried out in pain and fell back.

"It burns doesn't it!? Holy flame must suck for you!" She taunted before attacking. Her powerful sword beheaded the demon, and she turned to see her friends and the other angels wiping out the other demons. The mortals watched in awe as their masters showed their power.

Jack threw out playing cards the exploded on contact, Anima cut them down with his sword and fired out blasts of Angelic Energy from his hands, Tempo's enemies froze in place while he funneled his energy through his staff to fire out blasts of Angelic Energy, and the other angels joined them in destroying the High Demons.

The war went on for another few million years, then the war than was never supposed to end prematurely came to an end. That premature end led to betrayal, loss, and a few hard decisions over the next million years, all leading up to a test being done by an angel.

"Well… here we go. The moment of truth." The angel said to herself as she followed the ritual from writings older than she was. "But this is really only the beginning. I hope this will tell me what's so special about this boy."

The subject of that test was one unsuspecting seventeen year old boy on one of the Earth planets.

He was just playing video games and listening to music, minding his own business.

"Hero. Hero. I wanna be a hero. Hero." The music picks up. Indicating the bass is about to drop.

"Hero...Hero...Hero. Hero... I wanna be a-"

He blinked, and that was when his entire life changed. That was when his journey began.


("The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." –Lao-Tzu)


All he did was blink and suddenly he wasn't sitting down in a chair. Now he was on his right side and he was staring at green grass in the middle of a forest. It was a very abrupt change to his position, and it felt very weird.

Then he heard the song he was listening to echo throughout the forest. It was faint, but he could hear it.

"Hero. Hero… Hero. Hero… Hero. Hero…" and then it was gone.

"What?" He spoke out loud after taking a moment to focus. He always spoke to himself when he was alone. People thought it was weird and he didn't understand why they thought that. Right now he wanted to just close his eyes and go back to sleep. Maybe this was a dream? He would rather wake up really early then stay in a dream. Dreams could become nightmares at any point. But he felt the cool breeze on his face and his long, soft, brown hair waving around. So he opened his eyes and enjoyed the cold. His eyes were green, but such a dull green that they almost looked grey. 'This is… real?' he thought, and pinched himself to be sure. 'What the hell happened?' He slapped himself twice to wake up. He could wake up quickly if he had to, but he wouldn't be a happy camper.

"So I'm just here now? That it?" He spoke into the sky hoping someone was listening. "So did I randomly travel through time or am I in another world?" He asked himself. He looked for the full moon that was helping him see so well, and found his answer. "Holy shit! What happened to the moon!?" He quickly looked around in case a wolf or a bear heard that. He would rather find a quick way to die and not get eaten by a predator. Unless he was already dead, then he didn't really care what happened to him.

Seeing nothing he looked back up at the moon. It was…broken. Most of it was still in one piece but it had pieces of itself floating around it. It looked like something massive had hit the moon.

"I'm thinking another world." He spoke quietly. "There better be civilization nearby or I should just find a cliff to jump off of. I won't be able to hunt and survive like Survivorman. I know that much about myself." Civilization or death. With these options in mind he walked in a random direction.

Thirty minutes later he finds himself at the edge of the forest. There is a small ruin in the shape of a half circle in the middle of the field/clearing. He walked into it and found small pedestals that had nothing on them. The place might have had a roof, but he knew it didn't now. Moss growing on it suggested this civilization is gone but he hoped another was still around. He saw a cliff in the distance, and larger ruins at the base of the large cliff.

With nothing else to do he sat in the middle of the half circle and looked at the clothes he wore. A tight, black, long sleeve that reminded him of something a knight would wear under his metal armor. He never owned this before so he didn't understand why he wore it now. If an intelligence sent him here, why did it change his shirt, but let him keep his light blue jeans, and his brown steel-toed boots? If it wasn't an intelligence, then why did his clothes change at all?

Speaking of intelligence, are there any in this world still? What does it look like? Are they friendly? What about the language barrier? "I'm so screwed…" But like last time, his questions were answered. A man in white armor that literally glowed approached him. He was bald, he had a sheath but no sword. He stood at the entrance to the ruins and you could see right through him.

"Hello." The man spoke with a peaceful and friendly voice. His smile matched his voice.

"H-Hello… Are you a spirit?" The boy wasn't normally good at starting a conversation with new people, but the man seemed so friendly.

"Yes, I am. I was slain at these very ruins." He motioned to the ruins we were in. Then pointed behind me. "That's my sword there." The boy turned around to see a sword stabbed in the wall of the ruins. He went over and pulled it out, examining it. It was a simple short sword, but it was very reflective, you could easily see your own reflection in it. He could see his grey-green eyes. The sword was still sharp. The handle was dark purple with gold highlights. (Picture the glass sword's blade from Skyrim)

"Wow." The boy said. "It's a beautiful sword. Sorry for what happened to you…"

The man didn't even give the awkward silence a chance to exist. "It's alright. I went down fighting."

"Who killed you?" The boy asked.

"No person killed me, it was a Grimm." The spirit answered.

"A what?" The boy asked, confused.

The man was surprised the boy didn't know. But was he a boy? He seemed to act like one but being that he's 6'3" makes the spirit question if he isn't really a young man. 'How doesn't he know of the Grimm?' He figured he wouldn't ask yet but instead answer the young man's question. "The creatures of Grimm are terrible monsters of darkness that lack a soul. They hunt mankind and destroy our creations. They live only to do this. How do you not know?"

"Um…" The boy looked understandably confused. "My world doesn't have anything like the Grimm. I'm pretty sure I'm in another world. Are there any people left in this world?" 'Please don't be some guy that's been dead for a long time and there's actually no one left. What if these Grimm killed everyone already?'

"Wow, incredible." The spirit said in awe. "But yes, there are still civilizations in the world. The Grimm haven't gotten us all yet…

'Wait, he just believed me? Didn't even hesitate? Doesn't think I'm crazy?' The boy wondered.

"May I try something?" The spirit asked. He wanted this young man to be able to survive in this world.

"If it doesn't hurt too much then I suppose you may." The boy answered. He seemed to mean well so he supposed it won't be too bad. Right?

The man walked up to him and put his index and middle finger against the boy's forehead and he felt something flow through him. Both their eyes were closed throughout this transfer of power. He spoke as the boy felt some sort of power consume him.

"I have been here for a few years, wondering why I couldn't go to the next life. When you came here I felt like you were the reason I hadn't moved on. I will give you my knowledge of the sword so you may defend yourself, and you may keep my sword. I became a huntsman at Beacon Academy, that's the light some distance past the cliff. You must go there, the staff at the academy will take care of you and train you. They can tell you all about our world and the Grimm."

The boy suddenly felt like he knew how to use the sword he held in his right hand. "Thank you, for all of this."

"I'm not finished yet, Aura is a manifestation of our soul, it protects us from harm, heals our wounds. Your Aura isn't unlocked, I will unlock it now." The man said before performing some ritual on the boy.

Sometimes every once in a great long while, a powerful person unlocks their Aura. When that happens, it isn't a glow that appears over them, it's an explosion of energy. The spirit had no idea that someone from another world could be one of these select few, but this was much greater than even those few.

His Aura came bursting out in a massive explosion that somehow DIDN'T affect the ruins. But the young man stepped away before it could. His Aura wasn't a light, it was a white mist that was flowing off his body. Waves of white energy ran through the clearing. It was a bright and beautiful sight. No point in being quiet anymore. "HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME! HAHAHAHAH!" The boy shouted, laughing at the strange feeling. It felt great, really, and he wasn't totally sure why. The power he felt flowing through him really was just indescribable.

Meanwhile the spirit was in shock. "I've never seen anything like this! You have so much Aura! How is this even possible!?" The young man was enjoying his power so much that he hadn't noticed the pitch black werewolf that was now towering over him with large spikes of bone sticking out of its arms and back, with a bone mask and strange red markings on the mask. "A Beowolf Alpha!? Move!" The spirit commanded. He wasn't sure where the rest of the pack was but he didn't want to see the young man die now.

It's now known that the Aura explosion isn't what their Aura level stays at. It eventually settles down, but someday they may reach that level of power again, and maybe even go beyond it. The few that have been recorded rarely ever figured out how to bring that power back out though.

The boy looked up at the werewolf in front of him. 'I think the man said Beowolf. This must be a Grimm. I bet with this power I can wipe the floor with it!' He jumped up at the mask of the Grimm to slash at its face with his new sword. 'Yep, I definitely know how to use the sword now if I'm trying to swing it while in the air.' The Grimm swatted him out of the air. 'Oh, hello floor… I was just talking about you…'

The Grimm brought its right paw down to tear the boy apart. He jumped out of the way but it still nicked him. 'I'm not any faster at all! I didn't even see the first hit! What kind of crappy power is this "Aura"!?' He suddenly felt something throughout his whole body, especially his legs. At this point the young man loses his excited face and it's replaced by a serious one, almost angry.

'What is happening?' The spirit thought, he can only watch now as the brown haired young man fights for his life. 'I guess this will be his test. But why did his Aura drop? It shouldn't normalize this fast! But the bright glow all around him is a bit dimmer. There is a bit less of the mist of his Aura flowing off of him. Did his Aura… change him?' The spirit humored the crazy thought process and went with it. 'Did his Aura see that he isn't fast enough and permanently dissolve into all factors of speed? That would explain why his Aura just dropped, but surely there's a more logical reason than that. That would also suggest there is something like an intelligence in his Aura to know to increase his speed… Is that possible?'

The Grimm swung with its left, and the boy suddenly found himself behind the Grimm. He swung the sword at its left leg to slow it down. It howled in pain before it swung its right and almost backhanded him, but he quickly ran behind it again before it even finished its swing. He stabbed it in the left side and jumped back from another swing. 'No blood? Huh…'

It charged at the boy again and tried to bring its right arm straight down on his head. He brought up the sword vertically and the claws slid down the sword leaving sparks and the sound of metal hitting metal despite it being metal hitting bone claws. Its right was diverted to the ground and it swung its left at the boy's face. He parried the blow away. He then jumped away from an attempt from the Grimm to bite his head off. 'Okay, I'm moving REALLY fast right now! Just a moment ago I couldn't move anywhere near that fast. Maybe Aura isn't that bad.' (At the moment he moved as fast as Ruby but settles down to just faster that Blake at this point.)

'Wait, he wasn't a Faunus a minute ago!' The spirit thought. Then he saw it clearly, a pair of cat ears that almost had enough fur to mistake them for wolf ears, but the tail is obviously feline. Both ears and tail were glowing white, and the fur was white. 'Cats ARE agile, I guess that's why he moves so fast now. But to think his Aura made him a Faunus out of necessity! Wait, am I actually going with this crazy theory now?'

The boy left white feathers in his wake as he dashed around at high speeds.

The Beowolf Alpha charged the boy again. He got ready to continue using his new speed to parry attacks, but the Grimm must have realized he was moving fast and decided to give it his all to kill him. 'Still, nowhere near as fast as me.' He parried all the strikes easily at first but wasn't sure what would happen if it got a swing in that he couldn't parry. Then it happened, it swung both claws at ALMOST the same time. The boy wouldn't be able parry one right after another so he braced for a hit. He wasn't strong enough to take it and was sent flying a good distance onto his back. He couldn't even hold onto his sword as he flew back. He was at least able to use the momentum to finish the fall on his feet. 'I… wasn't… strong enough to block that hit. What's the point of being fast if I'm not strong enough to block hits that I can't dodge?'

'It happened again!? His Aura has clearly dropped again, but it's still a constant mist flowing off of him. Where did the Aura go this time?' The spirit thought.

The boy got up, without a weapon, hands balled into fists. 'He wouldn't…' The spirit thought. But he did. He charged the Grimm determined to punch it. With Speed, his arms were blurs as he blocked clawed arms by pushing them away and, with Strength, striking with the force of a freight train.

After a couple disabling hits in the side and gut he punched the Grimm in the jaw with a solid uppercut that sent it into the air. His body seemed to be moving on his own now and he jumped up the 15 feet to meet the defenseless Grimm. With the broken full moon behind him and angel wings made of Aura, he brought both hands together above his head for one downward strike. He left some instinctual need to yell "BANISH!" at the top of his lungs as he struck the Grimm. It flew towards the ground as a comet of white energy.

"That… wasn't his Aura…" The spirit said in disbelief. The comet slammed into the ground leaving a Beowolf in a decent sized crater and the bone mask was cracked. It started to dissolve but instead of black mist it dissolved into white feathers, like the feathers on the boy's Aura wings or the ones he left as he dashed around, but the wings were see through and made of Aura, they probably didn't actually function as wings. 'It was just a side effect of his Aura stabilizing, right?'

The wings were gone now, but a symbol now existed on the back of the boy's black shirt. The symbol was a simple white circle with angel wings inside the circle. The tips of the wings touched the circle. The entire symbol was glowing from just being formed.

'The boy will be fine in this world, and it seems someone saw the whole fight.' The spirit noted with a smile as he saw someone approaching. 'But wait, I need to tell him what I could figure out about his Aura and this… other energy.' "I have some things to tell you still, be safe." The spirit said when the boy turned around breathing heavily from the power he just used. Then he disappeared.

"What?" The boy asked, confused and barely conscious but clearly seeing the spirit leave. He turned to see a large man approaching him, then everything went dark.

"Well… this boy certainly has promise." Peter noted as he picked up the boy and began to carry him back to Beacon. 'What incredible power... There aren't many that unlock their Aura like that. We must do all we can to bring him back to his full potential.'


I cringed at some points when I re-read this before I started editing it. XD But I didn't want to change it too much, I wanted it to make the same point that it had made the last time but I still got rid of some things that I couldn't stand.

For those of you who are just now beginning this series, welcome! I hope this first chapter hasn't turned you away. The second half of this chapter was modified from the first chapter I ever posted, so it isn't very well done. Also, we will learn his name in the next chapter, and a bit about his beliefs.

I had no idea that I would be going back to these chapters when I first started writing them… For all of you who have already been following me, keep reading this story for any changes I might make to the chapters. Also, don't worry, once we get through with the old chapters, we will begin doing new chapters, Fate is not just a rewrite, it is the real story!

Well I'm not sure what else to say, so I'll just end it with this.

This is the first step of a thousand mile journey.

Have a great week everyone!

It's good to be back!

Sorry but I needed to add this in. (Alright, real talk. Anyone willing to be my beta reader? I probably won't ask for you very often, but every once and awhile I write something that I'm not sure is very good and I want someone else's opinion on it. For the rewrite portion of this I'm not sure I will need a beta reader at all, but my friend that used to beta for me doesn't have as much free time as he used to and having to beta for me would just take up his time, so I'd like to add a beta reader in case he doesn't have time. Maybe I'll even add more than one beta!)