Well here it is friends. The fulfilment of a promise I made to some close friends over a year and a half ago. And the first thing I've published here NOT based on PJO and HoO! So here it is, the start our collab RWBY Fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy and, as always, please read and review. Constructive feedback is always appreciated.
As usual boiler plate disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of its affiliated Characters, locations or content. All rights reserved by Rooster Teeth Productions and Monty Oum.
Huge thank you to ShadowDuck and Freya's Knight for offering to be my proofreaders. And double huge thanks to ShadowDuck for designing the team Emblems that made up the title art for this book! (unfortunately the image uploader for this site sucks so it is rotated and the edges have been cut off)
Also there seems to be something wrong with the copy and paste function at the moment. So if things get royally screwed up on publishing please have patience!
Athena's wisdom to you.
Athena'sPride95
Prologue
Everyone loves legends right? Stories scattered through time? So many of us were raised on them, and so many of them are known to every child in every kingdom; the legend of the four maidens, the great King of Vale . . . Schnoo the friendly Ursa. They instil ideas of grand adventures, glorious battles and happy endings. But as we get older we realise that these tales of greatness are just that, tales. Stories. Fiction invented to give us hope that someone will come to chase away the monsters and bring us a brighter future. In the end we grow up and we realise that. But what people forget that every legend has to come from somewhere, under all the fantastical invention and glorious rubbish there is a nugget of truth. At the root of every legend there is a person, there are people. People who did something so fantastic that others remembered it, and cared. People talked about it and cared enough to keep it alive. They are the entertaining ones. But it's the stories that you don't hear. The unsung heroes who slip under history's radar and become nothing more than ghosts. The stories that people guard and keep secret, that have to be sought out. They are the stories you want to hear. They are the interesting ones.
There is one story in particular that only a few people in Atlas know. And most of them probably don't believe it. But I believe it, and I know it's all true. How? Because I'm in it.