How To Change Your Destiny. I do not own RWBY or any of the characters story was inspired by Coeur Al' Aran Forged Destiny, and takes place in the same world. FTW this is not an overpowered Jaune story.
Chapter 1
The word Hero didn't mean much to Jaune
It didn't have any of the awe or inspiration attached to it like many would say. It certainly didn't mean a noble or chivalrous character to him.
A Hero to him was someone strong enough to be in the Hero caste, and anyone who wasn't strong enough was Soldier caste. that was it.
For a time Jaune thought he was part of the Hero caste
All while he was growing up it was what he was told. That he was a hero and someday he would get to go out on missions and protect innocent people just like every other hero in the stories.
All he had to do to begin his life as a hero was to pass his First Quest.
A relatively easy mission designed to sort the strong from the weak. His teachers assured him that the test was simply a formality for him. Whether or not people admit it some classes have an easier time getting through, it was usually low level and basic classes that dropped down to soldier caste so he wouldn't have a problem.
After all he was a Prestige Class
The best of the best when it comes to Heroes. So far ahead of their Hero peers that they have their own Caste. When a Prestige class is born they are raised to know they are special, and that someday they will go off and become some of the best heroes in recorded history, famous for what they do.
And Jaune Arc was no exception he was also famous.
For failing the First Quest.
It was completely unheard of for a Prestige class to fail so simple a quest. Especially in Mistral where they are held in even higher regard than anybody else.
The king even dragged his teachers before him and the council to explain themselves, believing that the fault had to be incompetent teaching.
It was at that time that the royals took a closer look at the young man they had met with years before, but didn't scrutinize to much. They didn't think they had to with his class hanging right above his head covering everything they needed to know.
Jaune, and right below that Dragon Rider.
A unique class even when compared against other unique classes.
In recorded history there was only ever one other Dragon Rider.
Despite how famous the original rider was not much was known about him. Only that he appeared one day to save a village that was being overrun, riding on the back of a fire-breathing monster.
Some say that he emerged alongside the dragon from an egg. Others say that he was a powerful mage who created the dragon. The story differs here from kingdom to kingdom as nobody knows exactly how the companionship happened.
So when Jaune was born a Dragon Rider nobody was too concerned that he hadn't been born with a dragon alongside him. They figured that that version of the story was incorrect and that eventually his dragon would come to him.
So he trained and waited.
Training wasn't easy. As a rider all of his skills are tailored towards him having a dragon. Even his passive, Ease the Burden, allowed him to let his mount move as if they had no extra baggage.
Very useful for a dragon who's flying speed and movement would improve.
Less useful for when Jaune is faced with a spiked gauntlet to the face, courtesy of his brawler combat teacher.
But as time moved on, Jaune still didn't find his dragon.
Despite being taken on expeditions deep into the wild in search of a dragon, and even trying to what historians had assured him was a "dragon call" that was just him creaming at the top of his lungs until he lost his voice, he didn't find anything.
A few years earlier an Elementalist had been born who could summon a Phoenix, and that had gotten the whole royal court on the idea that a dragon was actually a complicated summon.
They had brought in countless mages from Atlas who tried to coach him in the spells that they believed would summon his dragons.
none of them worked.
And then eventually it came time to take his First Quest.
When he failed that the king wasn't really sure what to do. He reasoned that they couldn't have a Prestige class among the Soldiers. The people looked up to the Prestige as mythical figures, if they saw one who could be so low they would lose faith.
But since he wasn't strong enough to be in the Hero caste the king decided that he would go away, a village deep in Mistralian countryside until he figured out how to get a dragon.
It took Jaune a while but he eventually noticed that the soldiers assigned to the village no longer looked at him with awe, they looked at him with pity, and the children were no longer excited to see him.
He had faded into the background of the small village, a novelty when he first arrived but eventually grew boring when they realized he was nothing special.
It made him furious.
He was a Prestige class, even if he was a weak one, he still stood above most heroes. He could use magic. Plus a lot of his training had been pushed aside so the royal court could figure out how to get him a dragon, so he figured that if had more time he could have leveled up more and passed.
Instead the king had decided to ship him off far into the countryside, to be forgotten until he could figure out how to find a mythical creature that nobody had seen for hundreds of years.
It was during those frustrating days that Jaune regretted being born a Prestige Class. Had he been a normal class he might have stood a chance, instead he had to deal with everyone who saw him knowing that he wasn't at his full potential.
His was a broken class, and the words above his head would be a reminder for the rest of his life.
Or so he thought...
As the medallions settled over his chest he watched the words above his head change.
It still read his name as Jaune, but the words below it shimmered and now it read Paladin.
He closed his eyes and checked his stats, they had stayed the same, the change was only appearance but that was all he needed.
That night he packed a bag and sneaked out of the village. Mistral was too risky, they already knew him here and the chances of someone recognizing him were too high. He decided to catch a ship to Vale and apply to beacon.
As his ship pulled away from the dock he stood leaning over a railing and looking up into the sky, wondering what it would be like to actually fly up there on the back of a dragon.
Right before he emptied his lunch over the side of the ship.
So this was a sort of introduction to what I would like the story to be. First time trying to write like this so I'm gonna try to keep going with the story. Once again inspired by Coeur Al'Aran.