Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings

You never really know what to expect in life. One day you could be riding with your best friend driving around your hometown after you've been gone a few years. Reminiscing about this and that and which anime character could beat whichever other one. When somewhere else an oil truck driver is getting into his truck to deliver, not realizing that his brakes had been cut by some punks who think oil is destroying the environment. And an intersection, where the towns favored restaurant is and two friends are leaving with their goods. They get the go ahead by a green light and the truck driver gets a red. But he can't stop. And a collision occurs with two kids dying and the truck driver jumping out before the crash. You never really know what to expect in life.

POV Change

'Where am I? The last thing I remember is the intersection!' "What the hell is this place," I cry out. Around me there is nothing but a swirling void with no sound or sights. "What happened?!"

Death.

'What?' "Who said that?"

That is not something you need to know.

"please I just want to know what happened. Is Logan ok?"

The one you know as Logan is at his own Crossroads. What you should be concerned with is yourself.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!? Where am I!?"

As I said, a Crossroads. A decision is to be made. Where will you go from here? The afterlife? Or would you like a new life, to make new decisions and make new stories?

"Are you God? Oh Shit, Am I dead!?"

A decision needs to be made.

"Fuck, fuck! Okay uhh new life?"

Very well, you will be placed into a world in danger; you will have the choice, become strong and assist those who are weak. Become who you are meant to be.

"Is anything gonna change about me? Will I still be… me?"

Yes. You will retain your memories and your personality though your body will undergo changes. Know this; if you die once more, there are no third chances. Farewell mortal.

And with that a blue portal seemed to appear in front of me, swirling around and providing the only source of light and change in this abyss. "Well… nothing ventured. Onward to adventure?"

And I stepped in.

Scene change

"Hurry up Asher we need to get home before dark!"

"Huh?" looking around me all I see is what seems to be a forest area with lots of snow everywhere, and there seems to be some kid pulling me along a path. 'What the hell, I went through the portal didn't I? is this my new life?' "Asher?"

"Did you forget your name little bro?" the kid then points to himself, "I'm your older brother Samson Royt! The strongest, toughest, and most humble kid in our village, ha ha ha!" from what I could see he had some long hair going to his shoulders in braids, he was about five feet tall and seemed to be a teenager. 'Wait a minute, older brother?!'

"Samson?" 'What the hell? An older brother, a village? WHERE THE HELL AM I?' I looked at myself, and from what I could see I was short, way too short, around three feet tall, I was used to being six feet. I felt…tiny.

"you feelin' alright Asher?" he gave me a thumbs up, "You know if you have a problem you can come to your big bro right?" he then jumped on a tree stump nearby, "As the strongest guy in the village it's my responsibility as an older brother to keep you safe!" he pulled me into a one sided hug with his arm over my shoulder "so what's the deal?"

"Uh… just thinking about what to do today I suppose?" 'Shit, what the hell is going on? I have an older brother apparently and he's the strongest in our village?' "Hey Samson, how much longer till we get home?"

"Hey, that won't do! Call me Bro, little man! And I'd say it'll be another five or ten minutes to get back home. You in a hurry or something? You're a bit young to have a girlfriend!"

'Holy shit how young am I?' "S-shut up! I was just curious!" 'Well it's not like I haven't dealt with older siblings before.'

"Hey hey, we're here! Hage village!" Samson pointed towards a wall surrounding the village in question, which seemed to be mostly rural and agricultural. The walls that I could see seemed to be thrown together from logs. The gate itself standing around ten to fifteen feet high. "Let's hurry back to mom and dad at the shop! I'm sure they're waiting on us! Come on Asher!"

"Wait up!" 'Damn these tiny legs! I can barely keep up!' we headed towards what looked to be some kind of weapons store. Axes, shields, swords, and even some guns were in the windows. Samson opened up the door.

"Hey we're back! I have that ore you guys wanted!" and with that what looked to be a monster of a stepped out of a door in the back and inside I could hear clanging and a roaring fire. He was tall well over six and a half feet, and you could tell he worked a forge. He was covered in soot with muscles bulging and a beard covering his face. Not as long as a wizard or something like that more like you might see on a lumberjack. He was wearing an apron over a white shirt

"Ah good you're back! Hand over the ore then and take your brother home, he looks a bit worn out. Any troubles while you were out?"

"Nope! And even if something showed up im more than a match for any kind of Grimm!"

'WHAT DID HE SAY'

"someday you're humility will be your downfall Samson. You're just like your old man! Ha ha ha!"

'WE JUST GONNA SKIP BY THAT GRIMM THING?' ok, so Grimm, main antagonist of Rwby. Fuck me; I'M IN GOD DAMNED RWBY. Ok ok chill out, fuck. Fuck me. Fuck this. FUCK.

"You ok Asher? Come on I'll take you home." Samson picked me up as I was having my panic attack. Mt breathing was erratic and I could barely move. "Dad he looks pretty bad! I'm gonna take him to the doctor!"

My 'dad' nodded his head. "Right! I'll tell your mother!" he ran into the back and I could hear him yelling. But I was a little more focused on WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? I could feel us moving around the town with Samson carrying me in a run towards what I assumed was the doctor. Shit, fuck, GOD DAMNIT! How the hell am I here? Rwby is fictional! FAKE. It doesn't exist! Fuck! Oh god and apparently I have a family here too! SHIT!

"Doc, you gotta help him! I think he's having a panic attack or something!" Well at least my new brother seemed to care about me. "Please!" scratch that. He REALLY cares.

"Let me have a look at him…." And with that I lost consciousness.

Scene change

I woke up in what felt like a soft bed with sheets over me. it looked like I was in a kids room except it was pretty close to barren. I looked over to my right and I could see Samson sitting in a chair his head hung low as if he was sleeping. I sat up in the bed and I guess the rustling woke him up. His head shot up and he ran over to my side. "Hey little bro! you feeling ok?" as he was saying this he put his hand on my forehead to check for fever.

"Uh, I'm feeling fine," A lie, "I guess I just caught something," Another lie. "Where… are we?"

"Oh no! Don't tell me you don't remember! We're in your room at our house! Dad and mom are in bed but I couldn't sleep knowing my little bro was fighting for his life!" he then gave me another side hug, with a little less force than before. "You're gonna be my partner when we're both huntsmen aren't you? I've gotta take care of you until then!" Huntsman? I mean I suppose? What else would I do? "Until then though lets help out mom and dad with the business ok?"

You know what. All my life I wanted to be somewhere else, be SOMEONE else. This is my chance to be that someone. "Hey bro,"

"Yeah?"

"you promise we're gonna be huntsmen?

"of course bro! I'd never lie to you!"

Maybe this is a good thing. I've always wanted an older brother.

Scene change 8 years later

"Happy thirteenth birthday Asher!"

My brother and family decided to surprise me for my birthday! I could see Samson coming out from the back of the shop with a cake in his hands. I would be heading to combat school soon so this would be one of the last days here in Hage village. It's been a good 8 years. My bro has been teaching me fighting, he uses a sword and shield because its "heroic", and I've learned my own set of skills. I like to think I'm ahead of other kids my age but I don't wanna be cocky. I found out in these years that my bro likes to brag, but not without cause. He actually is the strongest kid in our village. Although he's not really a kid now. He was now around twenty three years old and a certified huntsman. Mom and dad were super proud of him, not to say I wasn't either. We haven't seen many grimm while I've been here, not nearly as many as I was worried about anyway. While I've lived here I trained with my bro before he went to atlas, then when he went I trained with my mom and dad in smithing. It was actually surprisingly fun! I learned how to craft weapons and armor and make guns for others. It was also a good way to get close to them. I think dad really like that I wanted to learn more about smithing.

For my weapons I decided to make a warhammer and shield combo. When I was back on earth I was a pretty big fan of Warhammer 40k and Warhammer fantasy, so I based my weapons off of the warpriests in that universe. They just always seemed like really cool weapons to me. I just need to find some method of attacking from range with them. I decided to use the shield as well because one, I didn't want to copy Nora that's lame, and two, my brother is pretty cool. I wanted to honor him in some way with my weapons so I decided to use a shield like him.

"Thanks! But, I thought you were on a mission Samson?"

"nah, I asked off for this whole week just to spend time with you little bro!" with that he flashed me a thumbs up after placing down the cake on our table. "It's been a while since I've seen you! You've gotten pretty big little man!" well he is right about that. I'm pretty close to five and a half feet tall at just thirteen. And working in the forge with my mom and dad has beefed me up quite a bit not to mention my training. "Another few years and we'll be clearing out grimm together! So keep up with your training little bro!" It's actually pretty nice having an older brother. In all honesty it's like having a-

"GRIMM!"

Oh… no not that. How many? Samson immediately put on his game face which was honestly a little concerning. "Mom, dad, take Asher to the house and get yourselves armed. I'll take care of the defenses." And with that he was gone. Dad grabbed me and my mother and we ran through the village. Everyone was running around us rushing to their homes trying to hide from the incoming grimm. Samson will keep them all safe though. He's the strongest person I've ever seen!

"We're here! Quick get inside!" dad shouted above the chaos, we finally got to our house and mom and dad took me to the safe area in our basement. We dug it out in case an attack ever came. Still though I want to help Samson, plus when's the next time I'll see a huntsman in combat? And so I decided not to go into our basement. Mom and dad won't notice for a while hopefully. I'll go upstairs and grab my weapons then head out to help. I made my weapons not too long ago when I had some free time, although I haven't made any adjustments or added a shifting feature yet.

Getting my weapons and getting out was the easy part, now to find Samson. He could be anywhere in the- "GET OUT OF MY VILLAGE!" ah there he is. Time to show off my skills!

"Bro, let me help you!" he seems to be fighting a pack of beowolves with no visible alpha. Too easy. "Raggghh!" my warhammer smashed into the back of a beowolf facing my brother, easily breaking any kind of a spine the creature had, I guess my time in the forge built up my muscles more than I thought. But I forgot about pack mentality. My brother, the experienced huntsman was able to hold them at bay because of his skill and experience, and I just presented them with weaker prey. The pack of beowolves, now down a member and taken to close to seven, started to charge towards me. My brother saw this and ran in front to block with his shield. The first one ran into his heater shield and he retaliated with an upward slash from his sword. Opening up the beowolf completely.

"Damn it Asher, what are you doing here?! I told you guys to stay safe, and you come out to fight!" well I can't really say I'm surprised.

"I'm here to help bro! I'm strong and I can help you fight!" I show him my Warhammer to accentuate my next point, this'll convince him! "I've been training with my weapons every day since I made them, so I know how to fight. Let me help!" At this the severe look on his face seemed to drop and was replaced with a small smile.

"You're too much like me, aren't you." He then gave me another one of his thumbs up. "stick close to me little bro. I'll keep you safe." Nice! Looks like he's cool with it after all! "but…" huh? "after this I'm gonna kick your ass." Oh that's a scary face.

"Y-you don't have to be so scary bro…" the beowolves were still coming at us, my bro and I made our own little wall with our shields, and then we charged, my hammer denting their skulls while my brother would cut them down when I knock them over. We made a great team, and we took out the entire pack with little effort. Both of our training showing off our skills.

Once the last of the beowolves went down things went a bit easier. Samson and I made our way through the rest of the village checking what other areas needed to be cleared, but it seemed that the town guards took care of the rest. So we went to the town center to regroup with the rest of the guards and other villagers that were fighting. Samson went to talk to the captain while I decided to sit down. I waspretty tired after that fight. Is this what being a huntsman is like all the time?

POV change

Samson was still talking to the guard captain when Asher went to sit down. Unknown to all the humans and faunus there more grimm were waiting in the forest outside the walls, they were simply waiting for the time to strike. And with the two that killed a pack distracted now was that time.

BOOM

BOOM

The villagers then began to look around hearing a loud noise like a drum, that reverberated throughout their bodies and shaking the earth they stood on.

"What the hell?"

"D'you hear that?"

"No way, more grimm?"

WHAM

"SHIT!"

The walls were blasted down by grimm that looked like more armored up versions of the beowolves. They were the alphas that weren't with their packs earlier, but they were also accompanied with a king taijutu, its twin heads swing around through the air, with tongues tasting the air trying to find prey. And find prey they did, a boy sitting on a stump who hasn't turned around yet, the monster snake rushed towards him eagerto get a bite of him when out of nowhere a shield slammed into its white head.

"Run Asher! Get to the house!" Samson started to jump around the two headed snake trying to distract it with small cuts around its body. The boy whom he just saved seemed shocked by the appearance of these grimm and couldn't move. One of the heads decided to take this opportunity and shot forward. "NO!" and samson pushed the boy out of the way, inadvertently getting caught by the head.

"Asher… run…."

And he was gone.

POV change

"Bro…" he can't be. There's no way…. He's too strong to be killed by a grimm like that! I refuse to believe it! "Samson… you can't be…." The snake turned its heads towards me, their original target. The alpha beowolves were running wild taking down the guards and villagers that were left. But they didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the fucking snake in front of me. This fucking monster had just taken away my brother, and I will not stand for that.

"You took my brother, you dirty two headed snake. He was my best friend and you took him." I looked at the head which took my brother and raised my warhammer with one hand the other hand had my shield at my side. It felt like my body was burning, sweat was pouring down my face and I could barely breathe. Everything was really bright. I looked at my hands and there I saw it. fire surrounding my weapon coming off my hand. I dropped my hammer and the fire receded to my arm. I looked at the snake in the eyes and the last thing I remember of that day is "burn"

And everything turned red.

Scene change 4 years later

Things changed after that day. I unlocked my semblance, one which I'm pretty proud of. But I lost my brother, my best friend and inspiration. My parents and I grieved and the village supported us, saying it was no one's fault except the grimm. But I knew better. I caused his death. The taijutu was going after me and he took the hit for me, which lead to his death. My family and I couldn't stand living there after that. The place where he grew up and died, it was no longer home. We moved to the city of vale. It was reported as one of the safest places to live and my parents just wanted peace to run their business.

Granted I knew what would happen. Or at least what was supposed to happen. The fall of beacon, team RWBY shattering, their reunions. Maybe fate has it to where these events can't be avoided. If so, I'll at least be there to fix things. I'm a weapons smith, so while I may not be a fixer, I do create problem solvers. And that's what I'll do. I'll solve the problems that rear their ugly heads.

So here I stand ready to board the airships to beacon. I'm gonna make my bro proud and hold up his legacy as a huntsman. And I'll tear down and destroy every grimm, villain, or evil witch in my way.

A/N well, im sure anyone who saw this because of my other story are thinking, "What the hell? It's been months and you don't even have your second chapter up yet? DIE" and I'm inclined to agree with you. I hate those kinds of authors, but I understand their positions now. Things have been tough with end of year stuff. School was kicking my ass, I got into a car crash, and I've been having some troubles at home. So I'm really sorry about my other story. this one is because my friend is with me and I'm feeling pretty inspire, so I've got him here to kick me in the ass if I fall behind. My other story is already in the works with its second chapter I just need to put the finishing touches. But I want to hear from you guys. Should I keep on with this story, focus on my other one or wait and see where the chips fall for both? Just leave me a review or hell even PM me with your suggestions.

BTW if any of you can guess who I based Samson off of in terms of personality, kudos!

I like to think this is one of my better examples of my writing and I'm hoping it will only improve. For those worried about a mary-sue or whatnot, don't. by no means is this character overpowered. I detest those kinds of stories with a passion and would never think to make a self insert like that. it's just not realistic and I can't handle it.

So again, Read and Review!