So... I was on another planet.

A planet where there were no Creatures of Grimm and they had travelled to space, but wars raged, poverty was common, and people died of disease and starvation every day.

A planet that honestly made Remnant, the monster-infested planet that I called home, paradise.

This planet was ruled over by deities.

The deities had children with mortals, and these children (demigods, or halfbloods) had to either learn to fight or perish in the jaws of monsters.

It was a world of chaos, and I was trapped there.

...

I had to help.

"In light of Percy Jackson's absence, we must assign a new head to oversee combat-training." Chiron spoke up at dinner. He had told me of Percy Jackson, who headed combat-training during school breaks and went missing hours before my arrival. Since the other combat-instructor was on vacation with his mortal family... "Everyone, meet our newest camper: Pyrrha Nikos!"

I slowly stepped out where everyone could see me, feeling strange as I noticed all of the eyes.

I wore one of those orange camp t-shirts, jeans, and yellow sneakers with red laces with my hair still in a ponytail and my circlet resting on my head. Mílo and Akoúo were on my back, a red, magnetic strap that held them resting across my body. I gave a small smile and waved.

Chiron had told me what to say to them: the truth.

"Hello." I greeted. "My name is Pyrrha Nikos, and I will be your combat-instructor until we are able to find Percy Jackson, and when he is found, we will work together to further your combat-skills... I know I'm new here, both to the camp and to this world as a matter of fact, but I hope that I can pass on skills I've learned over years of training to each and every one of you... I am willing to answer any questions about myself and Remnant, where I come from, at this time."

"Is it true that you're from another planet?!" Someone in the back asked. He was from the Apollo Cabin. I nodded in reply.

"Yes. Remnant is another planet... There are four kingdoms on Remnant. Atlas in the icy north, where technological advancement are made and the government, army, and school-system exist as one." The images of Weiss and Penny appeared in my head, Penny's face reminding me of my guilt. "Vacuo in the desert, known for their laid-back and prone-to-crime-for fun attitude." I thought about Sun Wukong, and I noticed some campers in the Hermes Cabin high-fiving. "Mistral is made up of plains by the sea, and it is known for producing the most Dust and honestly most of Remnant's more flirty people." Neptune Vasilias came to mind. "I hail from Mistral... Vale is in the mountains, but for all I know, it has been destroyed."

"What's Dust?" Someone in the Hephaestus Cabin asked. I drew Mílo and transformed it into a gun (much to the crowd's astonishment).

"Dust is nature's wrath in hand." I drew a Dust-round and pried it open, revealing a red Fire-Dust crystal. "It is the Huntress and Huntsman's ammunition, and we are able to channel our aura into it and make it more powerful."

"Aura..." The sole member of the Hades Cabin raised a hand. "You have an unlocked soul?!"

"Yes." I nodded, briefly activating my aura and letting it shine bright red all around my body. "And a semblance." Eleven hands raised. "A semblance is a more powerful use of our aura, like reaching our soul into the physical world. It depends on our personality... I seem to always find myself at the center of attention, yet I push others away when I need them most. Therefore, my semblance is..." I focused, Mílo changing back into a spear and glowing black as it raised into the air. "Polarity." A hand raised into the air. "It's not control of poles. It's control of magnetism." The hand lowered.

"How did you get here?" A member of the Athena Cabin asked. I put Mílo away and crossed my arms.

"I do not know... I thought I was going to die, and the next thing I knew, I woke up here."

"Is it true that you survived an arrow to the chest that passed through your spine?!" A member of the Ares Cabin asked. I nodded, made a bit uncomfortable by the question.

"Indeed. I've been told that it was nectar and ambrosia that saved my life, along with my aura."

"Who tried to kill you?!" A member of the Hermes Cabin asked. The image of Cinder Fall flashed before my eyes, but I shook out of it.

"Cinder Fall." I replied shakily. "The woman who began the Battle of Beacon by orchestrating the live killing of Penny Polendina." I made up the name for the battle, but I figured that was what people back home would call it.

"Battle of Beacon?" Another Ares member asked. I sighed, finding myself cornered by the question.

"Beacon is a secondary combat-school located in Vale, a place where Huntsmen and Huntresses are trained to battle the evils of the world, including the Creatures of Grimm: the manifestations of enmity attracted to negative emotion. I mentioned earlier that Vale might have been destroyed... Cinder Fall killed Penny to draw the Grimm to Vale, then had the White Fang, a terroristic organization, attack Beacon with the Grimm. This was all a plot for her to gain the devastating power of the Fall Maiden, one of four young women with unimaginable power over nature, and she succeeded... I faced her alone, and as you can see, I paid the price." I looked down, clenching my fists as I remembered. "The Battle of Beacon led to the demise of many good people, and it was all just so a madwoman could gain power."

"It's a shame that you were promised a power that was never truly yours, but take comfort in knowing I will use it in ways you could never have imagined."

"So." I looked up. "Are there any more questions?"

"Do you believe in destiny?" A voice asked, and my eyes widened as I turned to see a girl with wild orange hair and green eyes, wearing a paint-splattered camp t-shirt, tattered and paint-covered jeans, and brown sandals.

"Oh, right." Chiron gestured. "Pyrrha Nikos, meet Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She is the Oracle of Delphi, meaning that she sees pieces of the future and issues prophecies for those who wish to go on a quest... Ms. Nikos, you've gone pale. Is something wrong?"

"N-no." I replied. Rachel walked up to me and extended a hand, and I held mine out and shook it.

"Well?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow as she examined me. "Do you believe in destiny?"

"I... I see destiny not as a fate you can't escape, but as a final goal. Something you work towards your entire life." I answered carefully. "So, if you mean it in that way, then yes."

"I mean it as in..." Rachel's green eyes glowed. "Do you think that this was an accident or twist of fate, or do you think that someone brought you here, repaired your weapons, and ensured your survival for a greater purpose?" My eyes widened slightly, the entire pavilion going silent as we gazed at Rachel. "Sacrifice to Zeus for allowing you refuge in his domain, Apollo for your healing, Hephaestus for the restoration of your weapons, Ares and Nike for battles won and survived (and battles you will fight and win in the future), Artemis for allowing you to keep the name Huntress, and Hera."

"Why Hera?" I asked. Rachel's eyes stopped glowing, and someone caught her as she fell.

"W-what happened?" Rachel asked, looking confused and tired. As she was tended to, I took a plate of food up to the fire.

"Okay..." I raised an eyebrow. I was a Catholic, and this seemed to go against that, but I had not seen evidence of these gods. To me, it was simply throwing food into flame. "Zeus, Apollo, Hephaestus, Ares, Nike, Artemis, Hera... Thank you for what you've done, and for my second chance."

I scraped the food into the fire, and my eyes widened as an amazing smell rose from the flame with glittering smoke, vanishing into the night sky.

Then, I looked down to see something at the base of the brazier. A tiny red pouch. I kneeled, picking it up and opening it, my eyes widening.

Dust-rounds, a whole bag full, their casings made from Celestial-Bronze. I noticed that it was one for every kind of Dust.

I noticed a note.

...

It's a good thing that you'll never be able to use them all in one place. They're self-regenerating. Pick a type, load it, and it will keep going. I've also double-checked the metal your spear and shield are made from: Hardsteel. It'll kill monsters, no problem.

Consider it a welcome-to-Earth present, kid. You think you're a warrior, Mistral Champion? Better prove yourself, soon.

Good luck, Pyrrha Nikos. All will be explained, soon.

- H, A, & N.

...

I slowly stood up, then looked up at the night sky.

"Thank you."

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