Hello everybody, and welcome to the first chapter of my first story: The Race for Glory. May your experience here be pleasant and worthy of your time.

As I said before, this is my first story, ever, so I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticisms. Although, knowing how the internet works, insults against me and my family are just as welcome, I really don't care. And hey, maybe I'd find a friend or two amongst all the haters (hehe, i think im gonna get famous enough from this that i start getting haters, the fame is already getting to my head.)

Jokes and all aside, lets get to some info on this story and what you, the reader, are getting into. This is a modern AU with no Grimm, no Huntsmen, no auras, and no magic, I might make little references to the cannon, but that is as far as I'm willing to go with this. Anyways, the modern AU is all about... MOTOCROSS, and stuff, YAY! Now I know absolutely nobody - but me - asked for this. Well too bad, your getting this anyways; you can thank me later.

Motocross is a bit of a hobby of mine, and I have not seen a single fictional piece of writing about it anywhere, I'm sure there is one, but I can't find it. Because of this I have taken it upon myself to write something that passes as a halfway decent motocross story, and in the RWBY fandom none the less.

Because motocross is a hobby of mine some of these things are gonna be based off of real events and/or places and/or experiences I've had, so I hope little tid bits of my life will be able to entertain you as they have me.

Now for the update schedule, I have something that somewhat resembles a life outside of writing, and no one I can think of is able to sit in front of a computer everyday for eight hours and pump out consistently good materiel without going insane. All that being said, updates will by somewhat few and far between, just like houses in rural Minnesota, so don't expect a Couer Al'aran level of consistency with my updates. To be honest, I haven't the slightest clue as to how publishing stories on this website works, so it'll be a learning experience for all of us.

I think that about does it for this authors note (it's so weird calling myself an author,) in summary: this is my first story, I need help improving, this is an AU, and updates will be sparse.

Enjoy.


Chapter 1: Speedy Beginnings


It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon, or as ordinary as Saturday's get when it was on your birthday. The last guests had just left to return home from my party, and I was about ready to fall asleep. The party had, up to this point, been the best birthday party ever. Although, every child thinks that about every party. I had just turned four, and was ready to take on the daunting responsibility of dressing myself, and I couldn't be happier.

Just when I was about to head to bed to take a nap, my father, John Luke Arc, a tall, handsome man with shoulder length, wavy blonde hair, eyes bluer than the ocean, and short, scruffy facial hair to make any average man scowl in jealousy as they walked by, had approached me, asking to speak with me.

"What is it?" I asked, pushing my own long, blonde hair out of my sapphire eyes. He pulled me into his room. I didn't know why, we had just passed my room, and I was not allowed to enter his room, especially when he and my mother are hard at work 'renovating'. Why the two of them had to do it really late at night, and for hours at a time, I didn't know, especially because everytime I walked by, their room seemed to look just the same as it did before.

"Do you want to do something really fun?" My father asked me. I didn't believe there could be anything more fun than what I had already done today.

"Yes!" That didn't mean I didn't want to see what he had in mind.

"Alright, you and I, and just you and I, are going to... the town fair!" he replied with exaggerated energy, as you do with a young child.

"What's a town fair, and what's there?" Me, being the young and curious child I was, did not know what he was talking about. Though, that only made me more curious and excited.

"Oh, loads of fun things. There's games, there's races, there's animals, all sorts of things." He began to list off all the activities that would normally be at any average town fair. The more he talked, the wider my smile grew, and the brighter my eyes became.

"Yes! Let's go right now!" I nearly yelled. After saying that I ran off to get to the car, with my dad following.

We got to the car, pulled out of the driveway, and began to make our way to the fair. I did not pay attention to anything, not my dad explaining what we were going to do, not the scenery passing by, not even the children's music being played on the radio. All I could think of was the great day I was continuing to have. Completely forgetting my fatigue from the day's previous activities, and looking forward to my newest adventure.

We arrived fifteen minutes later to the fair. The people inside having fun adding to the tempo of the excited beating of my youthful heart. I ran up to the entrance, almost completely ignoring the ticket booth, if not for my dad calling my name, I would have. After waiting for what seemed like forever, we bypassed the security and walked inside, or at least my dad did, I might as well have been a professional sprinter on lightning Dust with how fast I was going.

Everything after that was a bit of a blur. Too much fun can cause negative side effects to the brain, making time seem to run faster, and inhibitions reducing to nearly nothing. I was doing everything I could to keep up the high. Going on all the rides, eating all the cotton candy I could find, sitting on every bench to ease the stomach ache I had due to eating so much cotton candy. Nothing could make this day any better, absolutely nothing, I couldn't think of anything to make this day any better.

Just then I heard a faint roar originating to somewhere off in the distance. Intrigued by the strange noise, I walked off to investigate, oblivious to my dad's efforts to catch up to me, I didn't notice when he reached me, hunched over and out of breath, or when he asked me what I was doing, I just kept on walking. I walked seemingly mindlessly, only allowing the distant, faint rumbling to guide my footsteps. A little while later, after getting lost half a dozen times, I found the source. What I saw will forever stay in my memory.

What I saw, flying across a track at breakneck speeds, were riders of all different colors racing to pass each other, making a left or right turn with each passing second. Their steel horses roaring threateningly to themselves, warning each other to stay back or pay the price, though, not one rider seemed to care, all they cared for was victory at any and all costs. I was absolutely stunned, breathless to the sight before me. All my surroundings seemed to disappear, all that mattered was the extreme race for first happening in front of me. Only being distracted by the presence of my father next to me.

"What is this?" I asked him without taking my eyes off the action, my tone so astonished one would think it fake.

"Oh, that?" He answered in between breaths. "That's just Vacuan Dust Biking. Though, most people just call it motocross. Now let's go back to the food stands, I am hungry." He finished, saying that last part with extra emphasis.

"Can I get one?" I asked, looking up to him after he failed his attempt to get me moving. No one was going to take me from this spot until I wanted to leave.

"Eh… you'll have to ask your mother." He replied after a short pause. His face changing from one of excitement to one of disappointment when he realized his wife would never allow her only son to do something as dangerous as this.

"C'mon, you always say that and she always says no." I said, losing all sense of happiness I once had to the declination of my request to own a Dust Bike. Today had been going so well too.

"I'm sorry, but it's not up to me. Maybe when you're older." He said as he motioned me away.

My father didn't see it, but when he mentioned I could do it when I was older, my spirits raised like an overclocked elevator, and I perked up. Already devising a plan to get my mother, Julia Arc, a medium sized woman with blonde hair, even more magnificent than my father's, framing beautiful emerald eyes, and curves that causes any man who glances for just a second too long to sleep on the couch tonight, to agree to let me have a Dust Bike when I get older. I was determined to get one of these beasts of speed and dirt to be mine, whether that would take decades or days, it didn't matter. Although I would prefer the latter.

"Alright, I'll get one when I'm older." I whispered to myself. Thinking that 'when you're older' wasn't a definite no. Because of this, I knew I was destined to get one.

With that, we returned to the food stalls to get deep fried butter, chocolate, doughnuts, and pickles. While the food was nice, it still did nothing to compare to the exhilaration I felt when thinking about the Dust Bike I was going to get when I was older. I got older every second, after all, you never know which second will be the one where you'll get what you want. With that in mind, I decided to be patient, and count the seconds until I got my Dust Bike. But once I do, I will practice with it everyday, getting better and better by the second, until the moment where I can finally join my first motocross event. Once I do, and win, then the world will know the name, Jaune Arc, Remnants best Dust Bike racer.


Very short first chapter. But, I feel like that's what happens with a lot of stories. In the future chapters will hopefully be longer, maybe two to five thousand words per chapter, they might also get longer as I improve, I don't know.

Anyways, I hoped you enjoy, and have a good day!