1: Prometheus.
Remnant was a broken world, a twisted parody of what it once was.
There was no hope even when its inhabitants struggled to have it.
With the constant threat over their heads any light that might have appeared dim.
But if there was no hope in Remnant, that just meant they should get it from somewhere else.
Or someone would have to give it to him.
He did not know this world so well, the information he had was scarce at best, but if he knew something was that each world deserved a chance.
I did not know why I was here, nor for what purpose, there was no great Revelation or a great mission.
No one gave him an address or expected him to do anything.
But he would do something, not because he was forced, not because someone asked him.
He would do it because it was the right thing to do.
Because it's never wrong to help others.
And this world needed to be helped.
Maybe that's why he got the knowledge he had now? The boundless power that ran through his veins?
He didn't know and frankly didn't care.
The actions and choices he made were now entirely under his responsibility.
And his choice was clear, he had not yet made a complete plan, he still had things to polish, to use the little knowledge he had about this world would be difficult but nothing worthwhile is easy.
In this broken world where hope was fleeing, he would bring it back, even if he had to bring despair along with it.
Ancient legends, legendary heroes as well as mythical monsters.
They didn't exist in this world so he would create his own.
An outside observer might think he was playing, a chess game where he intended to move each piece to his own convenience.
But he did not do this for him, the power he now possessed could assure him of anything he wanted, whether in this remnant or on other worlds.
No, he wasn't doing this for him, he was doing it for them, to give them a chance.
They might think they were chess pieces but the difference was that on this board every piece was a pawn and they all had the potential to excel.
To become any other piece.
To become anything they wanted as long as they had the conviction and the will.
Maybe at the end of it all they would curse him, but that was fine, big changes require sacrifices and if he wanted this world to return to what it once was then what better sacrifice than himself?
After all if he can't even offer the very thing he will ask of them then he would only be a hypocrite.
Even he who plays with the board should be no different than the pawns on it.
So to better understand this world, before you act you must become part of the board.
Separating a smaller part of himself a body formed, with long dark hair, emerald-like green eyes, a ponytail sticking out of his lower back denoting his ancestry different from human.
The man looked at himself and saw himself through both pairs of eyes.
Nodding with another wave of his hand he dressed the newly formed body.
"Your name is Chiron" saying it was redundant, it wasn't as if there was anyone else besides him in this place, yet he felt he had to say it.
"And yours Prometheus?" The voice came out of his other mouth, an ironic smile on his face, speaking to himself in this way made him let loose a snort.
"Yes, I suppose so" the now named Prometheus nodded and with a wave of his hand a portal opened.
"go and start a new era"
When Chiron's body disappeared Prometheus looked at the void, his connection with Chiron had almost been severed, they were the same being but they should not experience the same thing, at the same time there was still a connection and a communication of course but it was not as before.
Chiron was the best of him, his kindest, most compassionate human side, so he had to snatch many things from him and deny him a certain level of knowledge.
For a moment they were the same thing but when Chiron left, they stopped being so, removing memories of a being that was practically the same left a bad taste in the mouth, but it was a necessary evil.
He needed Chiron to be the spark that ignited the new age and for that reason Chiron would never know what he had taken from him.
Even if he had taken a first step he still had to take a second.
Where there are heroes there are difficulties and where there are difficulties there are monsters.
For a hero to be born, there must be a threat.
Remnant had its own threats, a substantial amount but a quality that left much to be desired.
A true hero could never be forged without a worthy enemy, something that makes him go beyond any limit, to break every shackle that ties his potential and go further than anyone else.
And he didn't just want one hero, he wanted many.
Therefore he needed that which would make them fight for greatness.
With a thought a spot of thick darkness formed, slowly a new being was born of it.
He did not share consciousness with him, he was not part of him, if not a new kind of existence but it would be a lie if he said that he did not put something of himself in this creation, if squeaking was his humanity then this would be the monster within him.
Something he did based on the darkness the Grimms were made of and at the same time adding his own touch, from ancient memories of a life he once lived.
Her pale skin, almost as white as the marble, contrasted with the long dark hair that fell to her lower back.
A white mask, with black and red lines and a pair of menacing horns and a glowing purple pupils.
Half of his lower face looked beautiful but the upper half covered by the demonic-looking mask hid that beauty.
A low and visceral roar came from the new kind of existence a kind of existence this world had never seen.
"your name is Hades, God of the Grimm" as if his words were some sort of law a dark energy stirred in the world.
In the palm of promise a dark sphere of energy formed slowly entering the body of Hades
"God of the underworld" when the energy finished entering the body of the dark god a roar that would have shaken the entire world escaped his jaws.
The raw power was ejected like a burst of dark violet energy shaking the space they were in.
If the Grimms did not have the potential or quality to be useful to him he would only create a new type of Grimm, one so similar and different that it would not clash too much with the worldview but would still be significant enough to bring about change.
"create your own world, create the underworld" with that said, Hades went through a portal, his unknown destiny.
Even Prometheus did not know at all what would happen now that he had left something like this free in the Remnant world.
After all as one more chess piece, it would be too inconsiderate if I knew every move other pieces would make.
Of course to make sure things didn't get too out of hand, he still needed to have some pieces under his direct control.
It was not yet time to become a full pawn.
For that reason he decided to take a third step, aura and semblances, a system of power that lacked the potential that this world needed to go further.
If he wanted this world to have a real future, he needed to unlock real potential.
Aura was just a padlock, a useful one but a padlock at the end.
What is the best way to forge a hero? To let him grow as his will dictates.
How far he can go and how far he can go will depend entirely on himself.
Of his tenacity.
Of his bravery.
Of his will.
So he opened his palm and the cosmos rolled into it.
Something that is born of the will and lies at the root of the human spirit, a source of power that has no limits.
something capable of creating miracles born of conviction and will.
A power even the gods can fear.
And now I was giving it to every living being in Remnant, unlocking the potential so they could go more there.
Of course the cosmos wasn't something you could just use on a whim.
Even if the seed of potential has been planted it still depends on a good farmer cultivating it.
With a thought I send the knowledge of this power source to the two pieces that I had deployed.
one would take that power to bring about the destruction.
the other, his kinder side had the duty to transmit this knowledge to bring salvation.
He assumed that now the name chiron had more weight.
After all who better than the one who forged the great heroes of Greece to make a new era of heroes born in this world?
Of course they were not the same but if they shared the name at least they should live up to that.
And with an underworld god now roaming this world, they definitely needed someone like that.
Thinking about the subject a smile formed on his lips, there was a god, a teacher and future potential heroes.
But if they wanted to defeat Hades they needed more than just aura and Cosmos.
In a flash a metal box appeared in front of Prometheus.
Intricate and detailed engravings reflecting the ancient Greek aesthetic were on its surface.
A fourth step was taken, there was no Athena but it was not necessary.
These knights would serve no god but themselves and what they want to protect.
In a flicker more and more boxes that kept bronze armor formed waiting in the void.
Then a golden box appeared in Prometheus' right palm.
A master must have something better than bronze after all.
The bow and arrow formed in the engravings of the box, the golden armor of Sagittarius waved and was transported to Chiron's hands with a flash of golden light.
then raised his left hand, the darkness rolled up and a dark metal box formed, a cranium surrounded by black roses forming in the engravings of the box.
a god should also have a armor worthy of him.
In the blink of an eye the box was gone.
Beside the boxes containing the bronze armor several different boxes surrounded by darkness formed, spectral armor.
Prometheus looked at the void now divided into two, light and darkness, closed his eyes, had taken the first steps, now it would be up to Remnant and his inhabitants to take the next.
I was hoping you wouldn't let him down.
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Note: I did this at a time off, I have been having some stress due to monetary problems and wanted to write something different to Defiant.
This story is influenced by (the huntsman of red)
Just read it again after a while and the first bows still seem incredible but the last bow left me a bitter taste.
The story was very serious and dignified in the first arches and in the intermediate arches.
It felt like there was something bigger.
Then of course Beacon had to come and ruin things.
I honestly do not blame the author for my bitterness, he is telling the story he wants to tell and I understand.
Of course, I was disappointed by the course I took.
Yet I am inspired enough to try something slightly similar but also different.
I'm not going to do something entirely the same or too similar this is influenced, yes, but it won't be a copy and paste to every element of that story, it will probably deviate a lot in some respects.
What happens when a "god" decides that Remnant should start a new era of heroes no matter what the cost or damage this may bring?
Modifying the world stage, bringing more beech things from the dimensional borders and creating heroes and monsters alike.
This story deals less with the point of view of what that "god" does and more of the characters of rwby witnessing and reacting to all the changes that happen and surfing dare of them.
The central point of this is to see how all the changes affect the perception and experiences of rwby characters.
Their struggles, sorrows and victories.
Who will become the heroes and who will become the monsters?
Sometimes the line between the two things is so thin that both can be the same.
I don't have a date to update this, unlike defiant where I have more or less a plan to follow.
but the Lore of rwby is confused in some things, I have to see all the volumes again but I am sure that even so there will be things that are not clear, so I'll have to use my third-rate writing skills to fill in those gaps so this can count as slightly AU but I'll try to be as faithful as possible to the rwby universe, at least as much as I can get.