Hello everyone.

This will be my first story on FanFiction so criticism would be greatly appreciated

For the story itself i've had this idea floating in my head for a few days now and i figured "hey no one has done this before so fuck it why not"

I hope you enjoy

Gods.

Beings far greater than man.

Beings said to be so powerful that no man could truly imagine their power.

Beings that also got incredibly bored.

Ever since the brothers had abandoned Remnant, they decided, in their infinite boredom, to create a multiverse of Remnants.

Now that sounds like fun right?

Wrong

It was fun for the first few thousand years, but the brothers had watched so many alternate timelines that they began to repeat

And so, the greatest problem the brothers had ever faced was born.

"Brother," the Brother God of Darkness spoke, "We must do something. If we sit here much longer, I may fade away."

The Brother God of Light sighed. Listening to his brothers whine for nearly 500 human years had grown more than tiresome.

"What more is there to see?" he asked. "Even our favorite toy has become tiresome."

Most people, upon hearing that statement, would assume the God of Light was speaking of Ozma, but they would be mistaken.

As it turned out he spoke of none other than the poor soul known as Jaune Arc

For years the brothers had toyed with the poor man, pitting him against the strangest and most overwhelming circumstances they could think of. Even now the God of Darkness brought up that time when he had become a professor at that huntsman school.

Ah good times

However like most things that became bland too.

The Brother God of Darkness snarled, "We are gods! We shall think of something."

The brothers sat in silence for another 50 human years before the Brother God of Darkness quickly rose to his feet.

"I've got it!" he exclaimed with glee. "I am a god of chaos. Let's do something completely irresponsible."

The God of Light stared at his brother for a long moment before responding, "Fuck it why not"

'Well... fuck'

That was the only thought running through the mind of the poor blonde boy.

Jaune Arc died in the final battle against Salem alongside his team.

It was disappointing, but not surprising. After all, he was just another pawn in Ozma's long game. It was arrogant to think that his generation would be the last.

When Jaune opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange green space that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Yep," he sighed as he stood up. "Definitely dead."

"Not quite young one" a voice spoke from behind him

Now, most people when looking behind them and seeing not just one god but two would be rightfully shocked.

Not Jaune though

The poor man only sighed in what could only be described as absolute defeat.

"Whatever you're about to ask, no!" He crossed his arms in an X shape, "Absolutely not! I don't want your immortality garbage. I know what you did to Ozma. Not. Interested."

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before the darker of the two snickered.

"You really are an interesting human," the God of Darkness spoke, before coughing to clear his throat. "We are not here to offer you immortality; rather, we are here to offer you a second chance at life."

"Huh?" His eloquent response. Immediately skeptical, perhaps it was the intense paranoia fighting in the Grimmlands instilled within him, but he refused to believe there wasn't a catch.

"As my brother says, you were wronged in life by powers outside of your control; we have decided to grant you a fresh start." the God of Light spoke.

Jaune raised an eyebrow. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

The God of Darkness let out a dark chuckle. "No, but I don't much care for what you think." He appeared in front of the stunned boy and placed a finger on his forehead. "And to make things interesting..."

Jaune collapsed in pain. It was as if his entire body was set on fire. He tried to call upon his immense aura reserves to no avail.

"When you awaken, you will be reborn," the God of Light spoke, "I look forward to seeing how you fare, Jaune Arc."

The last thing Jaune heard before losing consciousness was the dark laughter of The God of Darkness.

Salem, much like every day since she had been imprisoned in her tower, was extremely bored.

She spent most of her days practicing magic and yearning to leave her tower.

She dreamt about how vast the outside world must be.

She dreamt of exploring the world.

Needless to say, she wasn't expecting anything to really come of her musings.

Then, as if to spite her, the roof of her tower collapsed, and the body of a man fell onto her floor.

Naturally, she panicked.

Years had passed since she last saw another person. She wasn't really qualified to deal with a man literally crashing into her life.

Salem peeked at the man from behind the safety of her toppled bookshelf. He appeared to be a rather young man around her age; he wore gold-trimmed white armor, and most importantly, he appeared to be very unconscious.

She slowly tiptoed towards the unconscious man and gently poked him with her shoe.

At the very least, the man was still breathing. Salem had no idea how he managed to survive falling like a cannonball through her roof, but she wasn't complaining.

If she healed him, then he would be in her debt! Then she could demand that he stay and speak with her!

Admittedly, it sounded unhinged when she thought about it, but she didn't care. The gods had blessed her with an opportunity! She wouldn't waste it.

Pain

When he woke up, all he felt was absolute pain.

Jaune opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. A hole in the roof of a stone building, a room that looked as if a bomb had gone off within it, and a blonde girl curiously staring down at him.

Wait what?

He attempted to leap upwards, however, the woman softly pressed him back down.

"You're injured," she whispered almost shyly. "I haven't finished healing you."

Jaune looked down at the woman's hands. A soothing green light covered his torso.

"Where am I? Which kingdom am I in?" he asked. The gods had said he would be given a second shot at life, but they refused to give him any details. With his luck, the gods could have thrown him back forty years, and he'd end up stuck on Ozpin's team or something ridiculous like that.

"You don't know? You're in the Kingdom of Everday," the woman said, clearly confused.

Huh? Everday? There isn't a kingdom called Everday.

The blonde woman picked up on his confusion and sighed. "You must have taken a hit to the head." A look of pity crossed her face. "I'm afraid I can't heal memory loss."

Memory loss? Well, that's not a bad excuse.

"My mind is foggy," he said dramatically, bringing his hand to his forehead. "Who are you?"

"You would ask a woman's name after crashing into her room?" She huffed and looked off to the side. "That's not very gentlemanly."

Oh boy this woman reminded him of Weiss

"Jaune," he put his hand forward, "Jaune Arc."

The odd woman stared down at his hand before looking up at him "Jaune of Arc? Thats quite the odd name."

Good gods, she was about as socially useless as Ruby herself. Fine, two could play at this game.

"Oh yeah?" Jaune tried to imitate Weiss's glare. "It doesn't seem very ladylike to insult an injured man."

The woman recoiled as if she had been slapped. It was hard for Jaune to hide a satisfied smirk.

The blonde woman crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks. "You're quite sassy for a home invader."

Now it was his turn to be shocked. Home invader? That wasn't his fault! Damn it, he couldn't argue that point.

Jaune tried to sit up and continue arguing, but collapsed onto his back. For some reason, his aura hadn't done anything to heal him.

The blonde woman rushed back to his side.

"Be careful, you fool!" Her hands began to glow green again. "My magic can only heal so much. Your body must do the rest."

Her naked concern was refreshing, but there was something far more important.

"Magic?" Jaune knew magic existed, but only six people should be able to use it. Was this woman a Maiden?

"Yes, magic," she replied. "Have you no memory of magic either?" She was concerned. Was her new fri- acquaintance suffering from amnesia?

"I remember some things, but I've never seen healing magic," Jaune said. The closest thing to healing magic Jaune could think of was his own Semblance

The blonde woman adopted an eager smile as she began to speak. "There are two main divisions of magic," she said, standing and beginning to sift through her fallen books. "Elemental magic and healing magic."

The woman paused and brought a book into his line of sight

"Elemental magic is the most widely used. It can be used for creation or for destruction." She pointed at a picture with the familiar figure of the God of Darkness razing a field with fire.

She then pointed to the opposite page. "Healing magic is used mainly for…well, healing, but it can be used for farming and cultivation as well."

Jaune nodded his head lamely in understanding. Whoever this woman was, she was certainly well-read. If she was willing to give out information so easily, he'd happily indulge her.

"Hey… You said I'm in the Kingdom of Everday, right? Do you have a map or something?" His hope was immediately squashed when he saw her face.

He didn't think anyone could look so embarrassed and out of place.

"Well, not really," she rubbed her arm. "I've kind of been stuck in this tower for a while with no outside contact. I can't really request things."

For a moment, he thought he had switched semblances with Qrow.

"You've been stuck here?" It reminded him of a fairy tale his mother had once told him. "Why not just leave?"

She pouted and threw the book she had been holding out the window, but it bounced back when it hit the opening.

"I've tried," she sighed, and picked up the book. "There's some type of magical barrier blocking me from leaving."

"Why you?" Jaune asked, very confused. "You just seem like a normal girl. Why would someone lock you away in a tower?"

The mysterious blonde woman went from gloom to glowing with life in an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Political power struggles," she grumbled with annoyance. "It's all my stepmother's fault."

Jaunes eyebrow rose. This sounded very familiar.

"What did you say your name was?" she never told him, but maybe he could place the odd nagging feeling.

The woman stood there in silence, weary-eyed as she eyed him before responding, "It was rude of me not to introduce myself. I apologize." She cleared her throat and curtsied. "Greetings, Jaune of Arc. I am Salem of Everday, the second heir to the Everday throne. It's a pleasure to meet you."

It was official

Jaune Arc was the unluckiest man alive.