Hello! And welcome back to Remnants of the Sea! Today, I bring you chapter 7!

I have to say, I am absolutely blown away by the reaction from you guys, after last chapter. I knew that my story had been rising slowly in the community for awhile, but to see it jump that drastically is incredibly humbling. Especially since I have no certainty in anything I write.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and left feedback. It is much appreciated, and helps guide me where you want this to go.

Now, there have been concerns expressed that after Percy figures out where he is, and that he is in a war, he will go "Hey everyone, I'm a demigod!", (Obvious over exaggeration is obvious). I will remedy these concerns by explaining now, that no, he won't reveal his identity. Percy, at times, has shown to be incredibly good at lying and bluffing when he feels it necessary, so he will be able to deceive some people.

However, just because they don't know he is a demigod, doesn't mean everyone will be all hunky dory with him. He did almost kill several students. I am hoping for a 'game of wits' feeling to this story, between Percy and Remnant.

Anyway, I have said too much already. So, without more rambling,

Here is Chapter 7 of Remnants of the Sea!

"Percy" means speech

'Jackson' means thought

*RWBY* means telepathy/illusions

Percy wasn't someone who would, generally, sleep well. A large part of this came from the standard demigod nightmares that had plagued him through much of his younger years. Even after the defeat of both Gaea and Kronos, Percy was still plagued by the memories of his time spent in Tartarus. Though he had gotten off much lighter than Nico, due to Percy having someone else to help him throughout his… journey.

Thus, nights where he didn't have nightmares, much less good dreams, were between slim, and Slim left town.

This one one of the first thoughts that came to Percy's mind as it began to wake up from its, surprisingly untroubled, rest. Simply chalking it up to it being a good day, Percy slowly began to come out of his stupor.

The muffled and garbled voices of people around him was the first thing that struck Percy. 'Okay, already kinda strange, but hey, I live at a summer camp. People are bound to talk around the cabins." Percy's sleepy brain rationalized. Despite the sound reasoning, to Percy, something nagged at the back of his mind: 'why am I sleeping in a chair?'.

As he began to open his eyes, Percy let out a groan, a splitting headache slicing through his still cloudy mind. Groaning at the sudden pain, the mumbled voices abruptly ceased. Rolling his head back, Percy could feel his neck crack slightly. 'Okay..? I've definitely been here for awhile.' Percy concluded.

A slight shock around his wrists woke him up fully. "Argh! Jeez, Thalia! What did I do this time?" Percy questioned. Blinking away the blurriness from his vision, Percy looked around, not to see his… lovable cousin, or her younger brother, but an older woman, looking to be in about her forties. She wore a white shirt, which was tucked into, what Percy could only describe as, a dark purple button up corset, which was also a skirt, only reaching her mid-thigh. She also appeared to have a purple cape, which Percy assumed to be rather tattered.

Weakly trying to bring his hands up to rub the sleep from his eyes, he was, rather unpleasantly, reminded of something attached to his wrists. Looking down, it took him a second to focus on the large, bulky, handcuffs securing him to a metal chair. Chuckling to himself, Percy only said, "Shockingly, this isn't the weirdest thing I have woke up to.". This had the desired effect of angering the woman. "Now, as long as you're here, and I am incapable of looking around for myself, do you mind telling me where I am?" Percy asked, sarcastically poking fun at his predicament.

"Stop talking!", the woman shouted, "You are being held in the Vale Police Precinct with charges of aggravated assault, attempted murder, and attacking a Huntress.". She didn't seem to friendly. Then again, very few people he ran into, outside camp, were nowadays.

'Okay, either this is some kind of joke, or Mr. D finally snapped and got me way too drunk. I would never attack a huntress! I value my life, and I think that if I did, I wouldn't be at a mortal police station.' Percy mused to himself. "Look lady, I don't know who you are, or where "Vale" is, but I didn't attack anybody.".

His statement was not met with what he had hoped. To be honest, he didn't know what he hoped for, but it certainly wasn't a riding crop across the face.

"You have the gall to claim you didn't harm anyone?! You assaulted several of my students, as well as me, and very nearly killed one of them!". This woman was raving mad!

Percy had zero clue what she was talking about. The last thing he remembered was walking through a red forest. He was making his way towards where a jet-like thing had risen, and flown off. He came to a clearing, where someone was battling…

The memories and images from the camp, once again, flooded his mind. Groaning at the sudden onslaught, he was deaf to the woman's questions and demands. With his headache striking back with a vengeance, Percy was left to sort through the events of the previous day in his mind. Percy struggled to rearrange the random snippets of memories in his mind. After several minutes, during which the woman had thankfully stopped shouting at him, he had finally managed to create a somewhat coherent timeline.

After he had arrived, he had made his way to the clearing, only to meet several teens. The last thing that he could remember was right after he had greeted Artemis. Perplexed as he was at her presence in the red forest, he hadn't wanted to be disintegrated due to being disrespectful, and had thus kneeled.

That was the last thing he remembered. He had been kneeling, when more people arrived. After that… nothing. It was simply blank. Percy was wondering if he should be concerned at his lack of memory, hoping Hera wasn't playing with his mind again, when a door opened.

Light flooded in from the hallway, illuminating the small interrogation room he had been confined to. Once his eyes had adjusted to the sudden change in light, Percy managed to make out the figure of an older man. He had silver hair that glinted green in the light. He wore a dark overcoat, with a green scarf coming out. In his hand, he carried a cane, though he looked like he didn't use, nor need it. He had on a pair of small brown glasses.

"Glynda, please.". His tone was that of an adult calmly talking to a child. "I'm sure that Miss Xiao Long was not harmed permanently in any way, and I'm sure shouting at this young man will get you no further to getting any answers.". Percy watched as the woman, who had seemed so defiant, backed down, completely giving up on arguing. Pulling the chair out from across Percy, and sitting down, the man simply looked at Percy and said, "Now, would you be so kind as to tell us your name?".

Percy was instantly put on-edge. Percy knew, from his time spent on quests, when someone wasn't what they seemed. He had spent enough time around immortals to recognize one when he met one. This man, despite his appeared age, seemed to radiate a feeling of wisdom beyond his years. After his many encounters with monsters and crazed immortals, he had become rather adept at spotting out-of-place 'people'.

After taking a moment to size up the man, Percy warily, but confidently, answered, "My name is Percy Jackson. Who are you?". The man seemed to accept this.

He didn't refuse to answer, nor did he answer in a way that made him sound superior. "My name is Professor Ozpin. My associate here is Glynda Goodwitch.". Though she was clearly displeased at him telling Percy her name, she didn't protest, instead shooting him a glare. "So, it has come to my attention that you attacked several students from my Academy. I was hoping you could explain to me why?".

Okay. Now he was lost. Percy still had no clue what these people were talking about, but he could only assume that it had something to do with the gap in his memory. "Look Ozzy, I don't know what to tell you. I was wondering through the forest when I came across some people. I greeted them, and that's the last thing I remember. The next thing I know is that I'm waking up here, cuffed to a chair, and being questioned on something I have no recollection about.".

The two of them stared at one another. Both of them were studying the other, trying to find any deceit in the others' words. Finally, Prof. Ozpin broke the silence, "Tell me Percy, are you hungry?". Truthfully, Percy was quite hungry. He hadn't eaten since the party back at Camp.

"Well, now that you mention it, I am quite famished." Percy said in an exaggerated posh voice. "Do you have anything blue?". Prof. Ozpin merely quirked his eyebrow at this. Seemingly agreeing to his reply, Prof. Ozpin simply nodded to the woman, Glynda. She huffed, but complied anyway.

After she had left, Prof. Ozpin looked Percy dead in the eyes. "Tell me," he began, "why did you kneel at Miss Rose's feet?".

Percy was, once again, perplexed. Miss Rose? Did he mean Artemis' odd choice of form? Reaching once again into the back of his mind, Percy did faintly recall that the silver-eyed girl wore a rose emblem on her bandolier. "Well, where I come from, kneeling is how you show someone respect." Percy warily explained, carefully choosing his words.

"And why do you have respect for young Miss Rose? From her report of events, she claimed to have never met you." Ozpin inquired further. "She had also stated that you called her by another name. Artemis, I believe?".

Percy knew he was treading dangerous waters; the irony of the saying not going unnoticed by him. Clearly, Ozpin knew something he wasn't saying. Percy couldn't blame him either; he knew exactly what it was like to interrogate others, you had to give enough to gain the persons trust, but not so much as to where you are being the one played for info.

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Percy stated warily, though he laughed at the end to feign a casual demeanour. Percy didn't think he quite pulled it off though.

"Who is this Artemis, and why did you mistake Miss Rose for her?".

Percy didn't quite know exactly what Ozpin was after, but he could definitely tell that Ozpin was interested in something about the hooded girl. Choosing to deprive the man of that knowledge, Percy simply replied, "As thrilling as these questions are, I don't see why they are necessary. From what I can gather, you have several people, whom are all respected I presume, that are telling the same story: that I attacked them, and almost killed somebody. So why are you asking me these questions that have no relevance to my case?".

Percy could barely hold in his smirk. After coming back from Greece, Annabeth had insisted that Percy learn something in regards to law. He seemed to get in trouble with the authorities enough that it just seemed practical to have some knowledge in that area in his back pocket.

Ozpin faintly narrowed his eyes, something that didn't go unnoticed by Percy. "I simply wanted to know more about the events leading up to the incident.". Ozpin was clearly getting irked, something Percy excelled at doing to all immortals, monsters, deities, and mortals alike.

'So that's what he's calling it? An "incident"? First a heinous act, then he was told a list of crimes he had supposedly committed, now it was simply an incident.'. Percy rolled his eyes, 'What next? The charges are going to be dropped?'.

"Mr. Jackson.". Ozpin's voice snapped him out of his reverie. "I have just a few more questions for you, and I promise that these are more relevant to the situation at hand.". Percy didn't really care. He could probably break out of prison, using his powers, somehow. It didn't really matter to him how fast this went. "Tell me, where did you learn to fight? You are obviously trained, as no one without training can fight off, and beat several, huntsman and huntresses in training, as well as challenge a Huntress.".

"Would you believe it if I said summer camp?" Percy replied sarcastically.

Ozpin ignored his comment and continued on, concluding that he wasn't going to get anything on that front. "If I may, how does your weapon work? No technology can do what you have.".

Deciding to get as much of laugh out of things while he could, Percy simply stated "Magic.". To say Ozpin was not amused was putting it lightly. Though to most he would still seem calm and composed, Percy could see that his completely honest answers were beginning to get under Ozpin's skin.

"Mr. Jackson, this is no joking matter. You are facing very serious charges, and could go to jail for quite some time if you do not cooperate.". Percy simply shrugged, clearly unperturbed by Ozpin's threat.

Sighing, Ozpin continued "Now, seeing as there are absolutely no records on you, what is your highest formal education?". Ozpin wasn't really expecting an answer, but got one in the form of a flinch from Percy. "Is something the matter, Mr. Jackson?" Ozpin asked politely.

"Me and schools," Percy shuddered, "well they don't really go well together.". Ozpin was internally smirking; he had found something that got under this boy's skin.

Taking several more moments to study the young man's reaction, most of which Percy was still lost in his memories of bad luck, a school bus, and a cannon, Ozpin finally spoke up. "Mr. Jackson, I am an influential man. I can get the charges towards you dropped.".

Percy narrowed his eyes, replying "Okay, what's the catch?".

"Well then Mr. Jackson, I take it you have never heard of Beacon Academy before?"

Ruby POV

Ruby never considered herself to be an angry person. She never considered herself to be someone who holds grudges, or someone who wouldn't give another person the benefit of the doubt. She knew that her naivety and blind acceptance of people would eventually get her in a bad situation.

Despite all of this, Ruby had been acting rather un-Ruby-like.

"Why is he here? This is a school for hunters and huntresses, not a crazed murderer! Why is Ozpin giving him a spot here?!".

The rest of Team RWBY simply groaned. They had similar questions, but Ruby had been voicing them repeatedly for the past few days. None of them had any answers, and quite frankly, they were sick of it.

"RUBY!" Weiss shouted, silencing the crimson reaper. "Will you stop asking that? Nobody knows why, and your constant complaining isn't going to help the situation.". Ruby just laid back down on her bed, and flipped her hood up with a 'hmph'.

"Perhaps we should simply ask Prof. Ozpin about his reasoning the next time we see him? It would be better than coming up with wild theories." Blake spoke up. Her eyes were narrowed, focussing on trying to figure the situation as well.

"It wasn't that crazy. You saw how he could control water; he could have controlled Ozpin to help him get out of trouble!" Ruby muttered, pouting childishly. The others in her team simply sighed, giving up on convincing Ruby otherwise.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Weiss, once again, spoke up, "What do you think Yang? You have been oddly quiet this whole time.".

It was true. During the entire conversation, Yang had rarely talked, only doing so when asked directly. "Huh? What did you say, Weiss?". Yang's eyes had been unfocused, staring off, and looking at nothing in particular.

Rolling her eyes slightly, Weiss repeated, "I asked about your thoughts on the situation.".

Yang just lowered he gaze, it once again resting on the floor. After a few moments of silence, Weiss just shook her head, and was about to say something, when Yang asked, "Did you guys see his eyes?".

"Yes? Why? We all saw them glowing. While that is unusual, what's your point?", replied Blake, clearly confused as to where Yang was going with this.

"No, not them glowing. When we were fighting, I saw something weird in his eyes. It was strange; they burned with rage, like mine do, but underneath it all, I saw fear. Whenever he looked at me, he would get terrified." Yang concluded.

"Perhaps he just saw you as the biggest threat?" Weiss suggested.

Yang stood from her bed, beginning to pace around the room. "I don't think so. He wasn't scared for himself. He seemed to be scared from what I was." Yang finished. She looked out their dorm window. The shattered moon was in full view, glowing a bright white.

"What you are? What are you talking about, Yang?" Weiss asked, beginning to get fed up with Yang's vague answers.

Yang didn't answer right away. She continued to stare out the window, before finally speaking up. "I don't really know, myself. All I do know, is that something about me both enraged, and terrified, him.".

Ozpin POV (after Percy's interrogation)

"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?".

Ozpin groaned. In all of his immortal life, he hadn't met anyone who could match the fury of Glynda Goodwitch. 'Well, except my sister.' Ozpin thought, sullenly. "Glynda, please-"

Ozpin was cut off by his assistant, something she rarely did. "No! Don't "Glynda" me! You know exactly how dangerous that boy is, and you decide to enroll him at Beacon! Have you finally gone mad?!". Glynda was seething, her Aura seemed to barely be restrained, though, an odd purple lightning bolt would arc around her from time to time. "I will not let you put everything at risk; students, staff, Amber! All for what? A hunch that that boy isn't evil, and will help us?".

Ozpin just rested his head in his hands, slowly massaging the side of his temple. "Glynda, I have told you; it is more than a mere hunch.". Glynda looked like she was about to start shouting again, when Ozpin continued, "The abilities that you described, in your fight, are not possible by a Semblance. I have known a few people with a water-controlling Semblance before, and not one of them could achieve what you said this boy did. There is something more to him that we do not understand.".

Glynda was furious. Not only at his blatant dismissal of all the risks to his actions, but at his usual way of cryptically wording everything. "Which makes all the more sense to just lock him up! He can't be trusted!" Glynda screeched, attempting to get through to Ozpin.

Her statement didn't faze him in the slightest. "That was the original plan.". Glynda just looked confused now. "I originally intended just to interrogate him for information.".

Glynda crossed her arms, and put most of her weight on her left leg, impatiently tapping her other foot on the ground. Raising her eyebrow in a 'Well? Go on.' manner, Ozpin elaborated, "I first saw something when I asked him about him attacking you and the students. From what I saw, he was genuinely unaware of what he had done. However, it was after I had asked about Miss Rose, and their unusual interaction, that he began to tip me off. He had been rather confident up until that point, but as soon as I started questioning him about himself, he began to get defensive.".

Glynda was lost. "If he was getting defensive, doesn't that just prove his guilt?", she asked.

"Not necessarily." Ozpin explained. "He had been answering my questions, albeit in a rather lackadaisical way, but was doing so truthfully, from what I could tell. It was only after I brought up this "Artemis" did he completely try to shut down my questions.". Ozpin paused to take a sip from his coffee mug. He had already gone through a few pots of coffee that day, and was feeling the caffeine crash. "According to Miss Rose's statement, Mr. Jackson only kneeled at her feet after he saw her eyes.".

Realization dawned across Glynda's face. "You think he knows about the Silver-eyed Warriors?", she asked.

Ozpin gently shook his head. "I think he doesn't just 'know about them', but from the way he immediately bowed, has been in frequent contact with one.".

Goodwitch was shocked, something that didn't happen too often. Managing to stutter out a response, she asked, "I thought Summer Rose was the last Warrior? Could there be more?".

"Glynda, I feel think that he has not only met one, but is also an apprentice of one. It would explain his astonishing control of his Semblance, far surpassing any user before, as well as his superb combat skills. You said yourself that you felt you wouldn't have been able to beat him, had he not been so distracted and chaotic.".

Glynda nodded at this. "It would also explain why we have never heard of him until now. If he has been training under a Silver-eyed Warrior, than he wouldn't be allowed to move about freely; it would risk his master's safety.". Ozpin nodded at this. "So that's why you let him stay at the school. You want to gain his trust, to find the Silver-eyed Warrior.".

Ozpin could only nod his head again. "As much as I hate to do it, it must be done. I would rather not have young Miss Rose fight so soon, if I can help it.".

On that solemn note, Goodwitch took her leave, retiring to her quarters. Ozpin looked out the window of his office, the rhythmic noises of the clock tower soothing his mind. His thoughts drifted back to his sister, as they did frequently when he was alone.

He loved his sister. He always would. He helped to raise her, and he would try until he faded to bring her back. He had to, at least, do it for his mother. He had promised to watch out for Salem after all.

Standing up, Ozpin took one last look at the shattered moon. He remembered exactly why it was so broken, but chose not to delve any deeper into his own psyche. A bright flash filled the office.

As quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. Ozpin was gone, intent on getting some rest before the morning.

And done!

I know what you are all thinking, "WHAT? 2 CHAPTERS IN THE SAME WEEK? Who is this author who kidnaped Canadian Admiral, but suspiciously writes the same?

Worry not, for it is I; Canadian Admiral! The reason this was so quick, compared to *ahem, other chapters, was because I was ABSOLUTELY blown away by the response I got from last chapter! It was so nice that I thought I would dig deep, and pump out a new chapter for you guys! That's also why this one is a little shorter than usual, it was meant as a little rewards/gift for you guys. YOU ALL ROCK!

However, don't get used to this. I may go on a short break, as I have finals coming up, but worry not! I will not abandon this story! I just want to put my education ahead of my writing, for awhile.

Sorry this chapter bounces around, time wise. It starts out in the present, then jumps a few days ahead, then goes back to the present. I hope that it was fairly clear what happened.

Now, though I had a general idea already (my own thoughts), I wanted to know what you guys think. I am considering doing a poll to see whom Percy is paired with (romantically). If you guys want a poll, PM me, or leave a review, than, next chapter, I will tell you what has been decided.

This is Canadian Admiral signing off… for now