Jaune sat in the library of Beacon Academy. He had just finished writing a report for professor Oobleck on Faunus and Human relations since the war and was feeling quite pleased with the finished work. Leaning back on the chair, he considered what he should do.

Everyone else in JNPR had something going on; Pyrrha had a photo shoot for the new brand of Pumpkin Pete's Cereal, Pumpkin Pete's Pumpkin Flakes and wouldn't make it back till late. Ren had to go shopping for clothes after Nora had managed to burn all of his, and Nora decided to go with him.

He thought about hanging out with the RWBY girls, but Blake had been missing for a while so they had taken the day off to search for her. Sighing, he looked around him.

May as well read. I guess.

Standing up from desk he began to scour the rows of books lining the hundreds of shelves. The shelves had books of all kinds, most of the topics scholarly in their nature but all relating to Hunters and Huntresses.

Tired of reading scholarly articles, he searched one of the shelves that contained more fictional material. After a few minutes of searching, there seemed to be nothing interesting enough to make him want to read.

He was about to leave, when his eye caught something. Believing it to be a trick, he rubbed his eyes and then peered closer into the shelves. It was faint, but he saw it. A book, possibly no thicker than his thumb, had been squished between two larger, thicker books. Interested, he removed the book from the shelf. It was a thin book, with a red tattered spine and cover. There was no title on the cover and it was quite dusty, but there was something strange about the book, almost otherworldly. Intrigued by the strange book, he made his way back over to the desk and sat down. He reached his hand over and paused, wondering if it was a good idea to open it.

That's silly Jaune. It's just a book. He thought to himself. Though still hesitant, he reached over and opened the book to the title page.

The Hero of Falconreach.

By Ash Dragonblade

Well at least I know what the book is called. And the Author has a pretty epic name. He turned to the next page.

Before I was an ArchKnight. Before I was a Hero of Lore. I was simply Ash.

Young dreamer and aspiring knight, I spent most of my days training to fulfil my dream.

I was often mocked by those my age and those above and below. I was quite weak and horrendously unskilled. In fact, there was absolutely no way I could have become who I am today on sheer determination alone.

One day, as I was training alone, I realised something.

I had no idea what it meant to be a knight.

I needed a mentor. A teacher. Someone I could look up to as an example. Someone who could teach me to fight.

And then he came along.

A young Rogue.

I immediately found a mentor in this man, and took every moment I could to learn from him, from his example.

He would take me with him on his adventures. And I gradually became more and more skilled with every battle, until I was confident enough to start out on my own.

He always encouraged me, despite my cowardice, and it occurred to me that I had done very little to repay the great debt I owed him.

That is why I decided to write this book.

So that others may know

The Hero of Falconreach

Jaune immediately found himself enraptured by the book.

It all sounded so ridiculous (Bacon as an element, Doomkittens, Ebil Moglins, Box loving Sneevils, Evil Laundry, Twilly...) And at the same time.

Epic

Heroes, Dragons, Beings from other worlds, Vampires, Wars, Paladins, Deathknights, Necromances, Mages and the like.

He read of The Rogue turned Dragonlord, of his battles against Xan and against Sephulchure, of his shining moment against Drakath, of his search for Warlic, of his battle against Wargoth, and before he realised it he had finished the book.

'That...was...AWESOME!' He shouted, earning shushing sounds from everyone around him.

Jaune gave a sheepish grin and looked awkwardly outside. To his surprise, it was now night time and when he checked his scroll his jaw dropped.

It was ten o clock.

The book wasn't even that big! Maybe I just read slowly. Anyway I got to get back to the room.

Standing up from the desk, he was about to return the book to its shelf but it had vanished. Confused, Jaune did a quick search of the area but found that it was well and truly gone.

Unnerved by the eerie event he quickly took up his belongings and headed for the dorm.

In a dark alleyway in Vale, one people ignore, a portal appeared.

If anyone had been paying attention, they would have been stunned, and they would have been shocked as two figures popped out of the rift in time and space.

And terrified as the portal closed to hear the insane ravings of a power drunk madman with a head of fire.

'HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ENJOY YOUR EXILE, HERO!'

And then, Xan closed the portal. Leaving an unconscious hero and his dragon companion, lost in an unknown world.