A/n: So yeah. My first story. Written in my bouts of insomnia. This will update maybe sporadically. Also, forgive the errors, english is not my first language. Enjoy!

I do not own RWBY or AdventureQuest Worlds. Obviously.

Ozpin's day was going so well. It was the beginning of the semester, he had launched the hapless students off a cliff, and classes were just beginning. Everything seemed so…peaceful. He turned to the window of his office and sighed contentedly, drinking deep from his mug. It was a good day.

I wish days like this could last forever. He thought, eyes clouding slightly from remembering days and lives past, of endless, endless conflict with one he had so much history with. Staring out into the city, he remembered how many times the landscape before him had changed, with kingdoms rising and falling. So many times had they scarred this world, and with nothing changing.

It was going so well, until he felt it. A pulse of magic.

It sent shivers up his spine. It was magic; pure, raw, and oh so powerful. In his shock he dropped the mug in his hands. He looked beyond to the city, where he felt the wave of power.

It was overwhelming. He had not felt like that since…

Two dragons hovered, towering in the sky. One white, one dark. The feeling of awe and dread and the feeling of wanting to kneel and worship…!

Have they returned? Ozpin had to make sure. Whatever it is, it is something that would surely affect this war he had been waging. He quickly made to reach for his scroll. "Glynda, come to my office. Now."

He looked back to the city. Whatever that had been, it has arrived in Vale. And if he felt it… She felt it too.

He sincerely hoped that the worst won't come to pass.

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Salem's eyes narrowed. The Grimm around the castle howled in fear, echoing across her lands. She felt it, the wave of magic from across the horizon. It was them…! She seethed in anger. Had Ozpin gathered the relics together? She shook her head. The maidens were unaccounted for. It was impossible. It was not the Brother Gods who had cursed her so. She calmed herself, and sank back down her throne.

A wave of her hand, and a seer floated in front of her. The jellyfish-like creature floated idly in front of its mistress awaiting orders. After a while, an image of a black haired woman with amber eyes in a mini dress appeared on the Seer. The woman stared fearfully at Salem, but kept her cool.

"Cinder." She hissed out. "There has been a new development. You have felt it, have you not?"

The woman, Cinder, could only nod. She kept her mouth shut. She could feel the cold rage of her mistress even through the vision from the Seer.

"Find the source of this…magic. If you find that it was Ozma," Salem snarled, her face contorting in a horrific visage. "Accelerate your plans. If it is something else, find out if it can be brought to heel, and if not, report back. Am I understood?"

Cinder nodded. Salem sighed and brought a hand to her head, squeezing the bridge of her eyes. "Do not fail me child. This can change everything." Salem dismissed the seer, who floated away.

She slammed her hands on the table, smashing it apart. She could only scream in rage at the reminder of her cursed life.

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Being dropped to some shady alley was not a fun time. It was certainly not how he was imagining his afternoon to go. He sighed, he should really be getting used to being teleported or portaled randomly while peacefully napping the day away.

"Warlic!" He screamed out. "What is it this time?! Need more mystic quills?!" No answer. "Gravelyn?! Drakath?!" He called out the other usual suspects of his kidnapping. Where the hell did he get teleported this time? "…Artix?" He chanced. Nope. Nothing.

He fixed his black baseball cap and straightened his own shirt and yawned, walking out of the alleyway he was dropped in. It was a city. Much like Eden or Dreadrock Citadel, minus the crazy evil adventurers or the crazy cosplayers and salarymen roaming the streets. It was sprawling. People walking by, cars zooming through the streets. He almost bumped into a woman with a business suit on. "Excuse me miss," He asked her. "Can I ask you what the name of the city is?"

She looked at him funny and replied. "Vale." And kept walking away. Vale huh? He'd never heard of a city like that in lore. Considering his sterling track record of getting whisked away to adventures and experience with random teleports…

"Am I even still in Lore?" Granted, he hadn't explored the entirety of Lore yet, but he knows much of it. Even to the reaches of the Kingdom of Astravia. He was sure he would have heard of this city if it was at Lore.

He shook his head. There was one answer to his question. Time to so what an adventurer does best. Explore!

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"I have absolutely no idea where I am." He shook his head. He was nose deep in the book he had asked at the bookstore he was currently at. He figured if he wanted to know more, books are where it's at. Maya seemed to think so, and he trusted the loremaster from back home.

He was stacking book after book on history and world atlases. He traced his fingers on the map in the book. He pointed at the largest continent. "So, I'm here. Kingdom of Vale. Never heard of that before."

To be fair, he hadn't even heard of the continents in this place before. Or even the planet, apparently.

The World of Remnant. The kingdoms in it. And much more chillingly…

"The Grimm…" He looked at a picture of a werewolf-like creature. Pitch black in color, with bone plating and masks and spikes all around the body. It was glaring in the picture with red glowing eyes. "What are these things?" He muttered under his breath. The history book mentioned the things plaguing this world since…a long time ago apparently. And the people that hunted them, the huntsmen. There went another of his concerns regarding the new place he came from. The lack of magic, well, anywhere. It wasn't mentioned in any of the books. Just this…aura.

"Hey!" The man behind the counter yelled at him. He looked up from his book. "No private reading!"

He grumbled under his breath. He brought the stack of books to the counter. "I'm gonna buy all these anyways man, keep yer shirt on."

"That'll be 4000 lien in total." The shopkeeper said as he rung up the books.

"Um." The wayward adventurer scratched the back of his head. "You uh, take gold as payment?"

The shopkeep narrowed his eyes. The adventurer raised a small bag of gold coins and placed it on the counter. The shopkeep took one of the coins in the bag. "Is this real?" He muttered. The coins have mixed mint marks on them. Some have an image of a dragon on it. Some have an image of a horned skull.

"Look," He finally sighed. "I don't have a clue if these are real gold or not. And I'm going to have to exchange them for lien in the first place. Can I just ask for more of these coins in exchange for that? Call it a…service charge." The adventurer shrugged. He was rich after years of getting into trouble and doing work for the factions of Lore.

"Sure." He fished around for more of the coins. As he did, the bell on the shop door rung, signaling someone entering.

"Welcome to "Tukson's Book Trade", home to every book under the sun!" The shopkeep, the now named Tukson, started his spiel. "How may I…" He paused. The adventurer paused and looked at the shopkeep. He was nervous, but it was none of his business. "How may I help you?"

"Just browsing." A man's voice said from behind the adventurer.

"Hey buddy." Said a voice beside him. The adventurer looked up. It was a mint haired, brown skinned teen. She was wearing a crop top and shorts. She leaned on to him as she talked. "How 'bout you just take the books now for free, eh?" She smirked at Tukson behind the counter, who stared back, but the adventurer knew something was up. "It's on the house right?"

Tukson didn't react outwardly. "Yes…Yes. It's on the house today sir." He told the adventurer, who narrowed his eyes. "Thank you for your patronage." He began packing the books into a paper bag and handed it to the adventurer.

[Atlas of Remnant x 1, History of the World x 1, History of the Kingdom of Vale x 1, The Grimm of Sanus x 1, Dust for Dummies vol. 1 x 1, Aura for Dummies x 1]

The adventurer took the books. "Thanks man." He said. "Keep the gold, alright?" He walked away, as the man behind him, a grey haired teen in a matching grey and black jacket, walked towards the counter.

"I was wondering, do you have any copies of "The Thief and The Butcher"?" He heard behind him as he opened the door to exit the shop, the bell ringing as he did so.

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The green haired girl, Emerald, watched as the man in the black shirt and cap walk to the exit of the shop with his books. Her partner Mercury idly browsed at the books at the entrance, not reacting to the previous customer that passed by. The man that left didn't even feel her snatching the coin purse he had. She turned her attention back fully on Tukson.

"Yes, we do." Tukson answered her. "That's great!" She answered excitedly. "Would you…like a copy?" He asked her.

She shook her head. "No, just wondering." She answered back. Mercury slammed a book shut. Tukson narrowed his eyes. Emerald continued on, ignoring her partner. "What about "Violet's Garden"? In paperback?"

"He's got it." Mercury held up a book. "Hardback too." He opened the book to inspect the contents.

Emerald did a mock thinking pose. "Oooh. Options are nice."

Mercury slammed the book shut again. "Eh. No pictures." He tossed it back to the stack of books he was searching from. "Hey!" He suddenly shouted. "You have any comics?"

"Near the front." Tukson answered.

"Oh! No, wait." Emerald says again. "What about "Third Crusade"?" Tukson eyed his two customers, who was staring at him intently. "I…don't believe we carry that one."

"…Oh." Mercury slammed another book shut.

"What was this place called again?" Emerald asked Tukson, leaning on the counter.

"Tukson's Book Trade."

"And you're Tukson?"

"That's right."

"Soooo, I take it you're the one who came up with the catchphrase?"

"Yes."

"And what was it again?" Mercury asked this time.

""Tukson's Book Trade, home to every book under the sun."" Tukson sighed.

"Except the "Third Crusade"." The grey haired teen said. Tukson shook his head. "It's just a catchphrase." The shopkeep told them.

"It's false advertising!" Mercury shouted.

"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep, Tukson." Emerald said. Mercury moved to the light switch of the shop near the entrance, and darkened the front window. He flipped the door sign closed.

Tukson didn't answer. Emerald continued. "I hear that you're planning on leaving. Moving all the way to Vacuo." Mercury flicked another switch, darkening the front door window. Emerald picked at the gold at the pouches in the counter, left by the previous customer. She fished a gold coin, looking at the horned skull staring ominously back at her printed on it. "Your brothers in the White Fang won't be happy to hear that." Tukson narrowed his eyes as Mercury flipped the last of the switches, fully darkening the shop this time, and turned back at him, smiling. The shop was now fully dark, and the shadows around them ominously flickered. No one noticed this, however.

Emerald flipped the coin in her hands. "And neither are we... You know who we are, don't you?" She asked.

"Yes." Tukson answered back. He felt his hands tightening into claws under the counter.

"And you know why we're here?" Emerald continued.

"Yes." Tukson felt himself slowly backing away from the counter.

"So... are you going to fight back?" Emerald smirked at him. Tukson snarled.

"Yes!" He brandished his claws, revealing them fully. He hopped up the counter, and lunged at Emerald, who swiftly ducked under the attack. Tukson's eyes widened in surprise as Mercury caught him in the face with a kick. Emerald moved sideward as Tukson, crashed back to his counter.

"Shouldn't have left Tukson." She taunted him. Mercury stomped on Tukson's chest, preventing him from moving. Emerald took out a pistol aiming at Tukson's head. "You know what we do to traitors, don't you?"

"You brats…have no place to tell me what loyalty is about!" He spat, even as he gasped for air as Mercury sank his shotgun boots harder into his chest. "You're just some mercenaries trying to make money out of our movement! You don't know what it's like! The White Fang I joined isn't what it is now!"

"Touching, Tukson. Really." Mercury snarked as he stomped harder on the shopkeep's chest. Tukson felt his breath catch and ribs crack.

"Oh fine." Emerald rolled her eyes at Tukson. "Maybe we don't have a stake in the White Fang, but that's just fine. Just means nothing personal right, Tukson?" She smiled smugly at him. "Just business." She said as she pulled the hammer back of her pistol, preparing to fire. Tukson shut his eyes in acceptance of his fate.

She would've pulled the trigger, if it hadn't been for the katana slashing at her hand.

Emerald screamed and stumbled back, clutching at her wounded hand. Her weapon flew to the other end of the room. Her fingers were bleeding, but still there. If it hadn't been for her aura, her hands would've had a lot less digits.

Mercury growled and stepped off Tukson, who gasped for air as the pressure on his chest left. He immediately crouched to a ready position. Emerald did the same, her other hand drawing her other pistol, as they both looked around for their attacker.

"Sorry," They heard a voice from the far corner of the room. They watched as the shadows bled away, revealing the same cap and shirt guy from earlier, holding his paper bag and a katana with a hooked edge on the other hand. "Just forgot something." The man said. "Seriously, who mugs book salesmen?" He chuckled at Mercury and Emerald, as his katana glinted ominously with a pale light.