AN: Ok so I have a problem concerning new ideas, take heart however that I will not abandon any of my other stories. It's just that I have writers block on The Quest for Greatness.

On with the Story.

Jaune is currently hurtling through the air into the Emerald forest.

'I'm going to die, why am I not scared? Maybe its because I always knew that I would be killed by this.' Jaune thinks.

'Unacceptable, I refuse this'

Suddenly everything stops, Jaune is stuck in the air, the birds stop moving. No sound carries in this frozen world, but Jaune can still see, can still think.

'Another failed reality, disgraceful.'

'What is going on?' Jaune thinks.

'You mortals have gone too long disrespecting the Gods, I have come to end this.'

'What do you mean?'

'You have been chosen mortal, you are to be my envoy, my priest, my champion.'

'What does that mean?'

'I shall grant you knowledge of this world, its past, its future, and your destiny. After this I shall return your mind to this body. You will be stronger than any mortal in this world, you shall be able to do things not even the wizard could have done. In return, you shall fix what the mortals have done to this world, bring the might of the Gods back.'

'If I refuse?'

'You die. Then I bring you back and you die again, I am sorry about this but you have no choice in this matter. The God who made you has been dead for too long, us lesser Gods are doing our best to fix the mess left by those that took over. We are doing our best but there are too many of you for us to fix on our own. I am making you this world's Guardian. Do me this favor and you will be given freedom from the fate you were cursed with.'

'What was my fate?'

'Fifth best at most, at least expendable. I am sorry Jaune, but your fate is sad, the woman you love dies and you will never be able to stop it. This is the only way to avoid your fate.'

'All right, I'll do it.'

'Thank you, the influx of information will hurt but you will be better for it.'

A moment passes and Jaune feels agonizing pain, he suddenly knows how things were meant to be, how things were.

'That is bullshit!'

'That is why you have been chosen.'

'I'll fix all of this!'

'Good. You will live this life as a mortal no longer. Now you are one of the Demi-gods. Use this gift wisely.'

'Before you go, what is your name and what is the name of the God that made us'

'Your creator is Monty Oum. I am Reaver, one of the many Gods that now govern your worlds. This is one of many, and this world has been created the moment you had your first thought. You are naught but entertainment to us, as such your world is meaningless to us. This is the truth of things. Even now as I write this things are dictated by my will. Every thought you have is created by me. As such, I will leave your world be, this world will be yours, free from my influence. Free from all influences. You will change this world for the better, however only you will know it. Be free Jaune, rejoice in the knowledge that yours will be a solved world, one that us gods have finally fixed for the better. I will stop writing you, stop controling you, grant you freedom within the world made by your own actions. This is my gift to you, this is my gift to you, your birth at my hands will be my only influence on this world. Rejoice and change your world'

AN: This is an idea that I had. This is fully intended to be only one chapter, a statement on Gods of creation and the power of fate. Any way we look at it we are Gods of creation. Stew on this information. Learn from it.