AN: So I am working on my other stories, just want to say that now. I have already started the update for a couple of them, I am just lacking motivation to finish for personal reasons. As such I have decided to distract myself with this idea.

Whether anything comes of it I don't know. But recently I've been on a bit of a RWBY kick, going back to old fics I enjoyed and reading new ones, and during that, I had an idea that I wanted to try out.

At present, I already have a PJO/ RWBY story, Moonlight, which although not bad, still has some problems that I need to sort out in a number of edits before I continue it. There are issues I have with what I have already written, and with the direction of the plot that I will not go into here. Suffice it to say it is on pause while I work things out, but not been abandoned.

This story on the other hand is just something I came up with and put together today in a couple of hours, some blessed free time I had thanks to Flexi.

Still, thought I would share it because why not? It was fun to write, and hopefully, it isn't terrible to read. So if you fancy giving it a go, go for it, and please do tell me what you think, good or bad.

Thanks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or RWBY

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The first thing he felt was both warmth and darkness.

That was it, for the moment he knew nothing more than that.

Groaning slightly, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, his arms shaking as he did so and almost giving way beneath him.

Thankfully though they stayed strong.

Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to push past the splitting headache that he had seemed to have developed.

What had happened, he thought, how had he ended up here? Wherever here was…?

Taking another deep breath he pushed himself up and clumsily made it to his feet, only staggering slightly as he did so. His head still spinning and his gut churning, even as he forced his eyes open and looked around at his surroundings.

Or at least that is what he tried to do, as instead he was forced to wince as the burning, almost reddish, sunlight that streamed down from overhead nearly blinded him.

Raising his hand to shade his eyes from the glare of the sun, he ended up having to blink a few times before he could look around and finally take in what was around him.

At first sight, it looked like he was surrounded by an arid, sandy desert.

The ground beneath him though was warped, ancient-looking granite, that looked to be burned and cracked in some places. Around him, he could see fractured, fluted columns, crumbling statues and also what looked like the remains of a shattered stone throne. He was standing on what seemed to be a stone island, a former throneroom of some sort, that was surrounded by a sea of shifting, ever-moving sand.

It was a ruined wasteland.

Already he could feel the blazing, overly hot sun overhead boring into him. The sunlight felt uncomfortably hot against his slightly tanned skin. He had only just awoken and stood up, but already he felt tired, sweaty and sticky.

"Where..." He began to say audibly, in a raspy tone, more to himself than anyone else. Only for him to stop as he felt bile suddenly rising up within him. A sudden wave of nausea hit him from out of nowhere and forced him to lurch forward and spill his stomach on the ground.

Only instead of half-digested food and the beige, chunky, foul-smelling liquid he had thought he would throw up, there was instead blood.

Dark red, almost congealed-looking blood spattered onto the dusty ground in front of him, even as another wave of nausea hit him and made him almost collapse back onto his hands and knees.

Taking in some short, ragged breaths, he had to blink his watery eyes several times, his hand gripping futilely at my suddenly upset stomach as he tried to calm himself down and centre himself.

'What the fuck…' he thought, staring at the spattered mess of darkish red blood on the cracked stone floor beneath him. 'How did I end up here? The last thing I remember…"'

He froze at that thought, his hand moving forward almost instinctively as it slapped against his armoured chest.

It felt damp and sticky.

Pulling his hand back he looked down, his eyes widening as he saw that the golden-coloured cuirass he was wearing had a long, thin gash in it, the metal around the edges of the opening jaggedly flaring outward from his chest, revealing as it did the torn, red-tinged purple shirt, and bloodstain flesh, beneath.

Looking down at his sternum in sudden panic, he raised his shaking hands and touched the crimson-stained tear in his breastplate and shirt.

Peeling the tear apart with his dirty, blood-stained hands. He could only blink in confusion as his fingers traced over smooth, flawless, yet still blood-stained, muscle beneath.

He had been stabbed through the chest, and yet somehow he was alive.

Blinking at that, he looked down at his chest for a moment, a frown of confusion on his face for a moment, before suddenly his eyes widened.

He remembered now, he had been fighting. Who, he couldn't quite remember, but what he could remember was that someone had stabbed him, in the back...

The blade, Imperial Gold if he remembered rightly, had pierced through his back and sprouted out of his armoured sternum, a straight through and through, mulching his heart and lungs as it did so.

A fatal blow.

But yet, tugging off his damaged armour and barely paying any mind to the unpleasant feeling of his damp, sweaty, bloody shirt sticking to him, he instead inspected the blood-soaked back of the once beautifully crafted, cuirass.

There was a blade-shaped hole in both the front and back of it.

He had definitely been dealt a fatal blow, and yet here he was, alive and uninjured.

Gritting his teeth and ignoring the impossibility of the situation he had found himself in, he quickly pulled his armour back on and buckled it up, his eyes flicking around now as he once again took in his surroundings. With him taking a proper look this time, and not just a panicked, arbitrary glance.

Where in Jupiter's name, was he?

It wasn't quite a desert, but it was still very dry and arid. All around him, he could see the neverending sea of sand shifting and moving around, almost like it was liquid.

It was unnatural.

This definitely wasn't Arizona or Nevada.

Looking around a frown spread across his face as the rolling dunes around him suddenly shifted slightly to reveal the ruins of what looked like an ancient temple just a few hundred metres away, only for sand to once again swallow the remnants of whatever civilisation those ruins had once belonged to almost as quickly as it had been revealed.

Spinning around as he heard the sound of crashing and crunching behind him, he could only watch on as the jagged hull of what must have once been a mighty galleon rolled by, the once beautiful figurehead emerging from the sandy surf for a moment, it's rotting, half burnt face staring at him solemnly for a moment, before it was once again swallowed by the ever-shifting and ever-moving ocean of sand and dust.

This place was definitely not natural, and that wasn't just because of the unnaturally moving landmass around him.

There was also the issue of there being no wind, not so much as a faint breeze to explain the odd movement of the sand.

Instead, the air was hot and claggy, almost stifling.

Narrowing his eyes, he once again tried to look up at the red-tinted sky.

Yep, he thought the moment he did so, definitely not natural.

The sun was red, and far far larger than it should be. More than that though, it looked sickly too, like it was dying.

Wait, he thought to himself, a sudden thrill of sheer panic running through him. This all seemed very familiar to him, it looked a lot like something he had briefly described to him before.

Percy and Annabeth hadn't spoken much of their time in Tartarus, neither immediately after their escape nor after the war with Gaia had finished. But from what little he could remember them saying, the small snippets they did share of their tortuous time in the Pit, he remembered them saying that Tartarus had had a red sky, and had been both hot and barren.

His stomach sunk and then twisted in both anxiety and fear at that thought, even as his heart started thundering madly within his chest.

Was he in Tartarus?

"You're not in a Tartarus…" A soft, sultry voice swiftly answered his internal question.

The moment he heard the voice he flinched back, his hand already going for the golden gladius that was thankfully, still sheathed at his hip. His hand clenched, tightly around the worn handle, even as drew it smoothly out in a single, wild, vicious swing. A swing hard enough and fast enough that it could easily decapitate a Hellhound, or some similar-sized monster, with just a single blow.

Only that didn't happen.

Instead, as he instinctively turned and fixed his eyes on the source of the voice- a dangerously beautiful, and amused-looking woman, with yellow-tinted eyes, grey skin and long, flowing, constantly moving midnight dark hair, he could only watch on in shock as his sword closed in on the smirking woman. His aim, was precise, despite the wildness of the swing as it headed for the juncture between her slender neck and her narrow shoulder.

It didn't even make it within an inch of her flawless flesh though, as with a single raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk, the woman seemed to turn the sword, a veteran weapon of the War with the Giants, into golden dust with just a thought. The blade and the hilt both shattered into fragments in his hand, before breaking apart into golden dust and dispersing to nothingness moments later.

"Well, that was rude…" The woman commented lightly, her lips curving upwards into an arrogant, smug smirk as she began to circle him. Her bare feet almost hovered over the cracked stone tiles beneath her as she began to prowl around his frozen form. Her yellow eyes were almost predatory as they bored into his own startled blue ones.

Staggering back from the smirking woman- she had to be a goddess, he did the only thing he could think of now he had been bereft of his blade. He drew on the pool of celestial power within him, the inborn gifts he had received at his birth, from his godly father.

Almost at once lightning began to crackle across his armour form, his blue eyes taking on a whitish blue glow, even as small tendrils and bolts of lightning began to arc off of him and leave scorch marks on the already ruined stone floor beneath him.

"Now, now, none of that." The woman spoke up again softly, a longer-fingered hand waving carelessly in the air in front of her as if she were just waving away his sudden attempt at attacking her. "I'm not here to hurt you, so you should really stop."

Letting out a gasp, he staggered back for a moment, his arms juddering slightly as he felt the remnants of the lightning that had previously cloaked him shocking him suddenly, before then dispersing, almost as fast as he made them appear. On top of that, he could feel his gut suddenly clench and twist, even as a blazing pain formed in the back of his head.

She had nullified his lightning with just a nonchalant wave of her hand. That was not something he had thought was possible.

"What did you do to me?!" He demanded, his heart thundering in his chest as he once again tried to reach for his powers only for him to suddenly freeze as he realised, with a sinking sensation, that he couldn't feel the connection he usually had to my father's Domains. It was still there, he could just about feel it, but it was like it was distant and just out of reach. It was as if his connection had been blocked or muted somehow. "And where have you brought me, and why have you brought me here?!"

He was being demanding, he knew that. In fact, from experience, he knew that being demanding of a god or goddess was a good way to be smited into ash. The gods were capricious and alien beings, as different from humans and mortals, as they themselves were from ants. But right now, with the way he was feeling, and the real threat this goddess, or whatever she was, posed, he was in no mood to be polite. Right now he no longer cared. He didn't care about whether or not he offended this smug-looking goddess, nor did he care if she took it the wrong way. Instead, all he cared about at the moment was getting answers.

"So demanding." The grey-skinned goddess purred, a coy smile on her face as she continued to prowl around his stationary form. "But I like that. It's good to know what you want, and then express that want and take it! I can't be doing with weak-willed, whimpering mongrels. Those that don't realise the truth of existence, that the strong and the powerful rule, whilst the weak obey. Truly some don't understand that the meek will never inherit the earth. "

He didn't respond to that comment, nor her obviously prevocational words, instead he continued to give the woman a wolf stare as once again she didn't answer his questions.

"Who are you?" He pressed on once more, his tone stiff and uncompromising, even as he continued to try and seize ahold of his powers, his hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching as his eyes bored coldly into the still-smirking woman. Her mere presence was starting to make his skin crawl.

"Now that would be spoilers." The grey-skinned woman replied easily, her lips curling upwards cruelly as she took a step closer to him, her long, black nail hands trailing almost sensuously along his board, armoured shoulders as she passed.

It was almost as if she could hear his thoughts and feel his mounting frustration.

Worse than that, he thought suddenly as he caught the amusement in her gaze, she was getting off to it.

He scowled at that, and at the realisation that she was toying with him.

"Oh do calm down." She rolled her eyes.

"I will do it as soon as you start actually answering my questions." He shot back. He was really not in the mood for this. His body was aching, his throat was dry, his eyes stung, his stomach was upset, and to top all of that off, his head was also now throbbing so badly that it felt like his skull was splitting in two.

"Impatience though, is not something I enjoy." She replied dryly, before rolling her eyes and floating up into the still air. Her long black hair and archaic-looking purple dress flowed around her unnaturally, as if it caught in a non-existent breeze, or maybe as if she were swimming, only there was no water. "But still, I suppose I did bring you here for a reason…"

Opening his mouth he prepared to demand just where 'here' was.

Only before he could she preempted him.

"As I said before this isn't Tartarus, it is instead my domain, my home, my paradise..." She replied, her voice trailing off delightedly as she looked around at the ever-shifting sea of swirling sand and the ruins, and remnants of long past civilisations that were occasionally revealed by the ever-moving grains of sand.

That wasn't helpful, he thought at once. Before opening his mouth he prepared to ask another question, only to once again be cut off by the woman's voice.

"As for why I brought you to my domain. Well, that's simple… you're dead…"She drawled, her lips once again curling up into a cruel smile, this time revealing a set of sharp white teeth.

"I'm dead…" He asked blankly. He didn't even know what to think about that sudden, and blunt proclamation. He could probably believe it considering the last thing he remembered was being impaled through the chest. At the same time though he didn't feel dead though. Nor did his being dead explain why he was here, in this bitchy goddess' domain.

"Yes, dead. You have shuffled off your mortal coil. You're on your way to a better place… yada yada you get the picture." She waved him away. A sly smile once again played around her face, her predatory yellow-tinted eyes practically gleaming with cruel glee. "Or at least you were on your way to a better place, at least before I decided to... intercede."

"And why would you do that?" He asked sharply. If he was dead, then that was that. There was no point in crying or railing against it, in the end no one beat death. Not even the gods themselves, for all of their claims of immortality, were immune to it. This is one of the few immutable facts of existence. Death came for them all eventually.

"Because my father demanded it." She replied carelessly, once again waving her hand carelessly through the air. "He saw your life, read your fate, and deemed that you were wasted potential."

He felt a flash of anger at that comment. He was not just wasted potential. No, he had achieved a lot in his life, far more than the vast majority of mortals could ever hope to achieve. He had accomplished more in his admittedly short life than multiple generations of demigods had collectively done before him.

As if sensing his thoughts, the goddess's smirk widened. "Yes, you were born to be the best and the greatest. Born with the potential to not only be the strongest demigod of your era, but one of the strongest demigods to have ever existed. So much potential, but in the end you only ever ended up being second best. You were Jason Grace, the Praetor of New Rome, the Slayer of Krios, Killer of the Trojan Serpent, Bane of the Giants, and son of Jupiter. Growing up you were the strongest, fastest and most skilled. You thought yourself to be the greatest hero of your generation…"

Jason frowned as he heard the unspoken 'but' in the unknown goddess's words.

Yellow eyes flashing gleefully, the goddess's gaze was once again predatory as her eyes locked on Jason's own. "But, you weren't. Percy Jackson was the strongest and most powerful demigod of your era. Everything you accomplished, he did better. Where you should have been first, and would have been in any of the other generations preceding you; you were always second best, always the runner up, never the winner, always in silver never in gold…"

"I get it," Jason said through gritted teeth, and really he did. These were all thoughts he had had but had pushed down, as they were not the kind that you were supposed to have, or at least not the kind you were supposed to voice.

But still, he had indeed grown up thinking himself to be a prodigy with a blade and his powers, and the best and bravest hero of the age, only for the truth to slap him in the face soon after he had met Percy Jackson.

Initially, the realisation had made him bitter, and insecure. Jason was aware of that much, it had made him act out, especially in the early days of their voyage on the Argo II. At the same time though he couldn't find it within himself to truly hate or resent Percy for it. The guy was too genuine and easygoing, he was too good, too nice. It was impossible to be mad at him for things that weren't his fault. At the same time though, he had felt jealous and resentful.

He just hadn't been able to properly express it or to vent it. In fact, it was that frustration and anger that had partly pushed Piper away from him, that and the manipulations of her bitch mother.

"Yes well," The goddess sighed, interrupting his inner monologue as she cupped her face with one hand and looked down at him. "My father saw your life, and your fate, and decided that it would be a shame to let a soul like yours go to waste."

"And so you intercepted my soul when it was on its way to Elysium?" Jason grunted looking down at his bloodstained hands as he did so. He didn't feel dead, but then maybe that was because of his current situation, and the fact that he was currently stuck here halfway between life and death.

"Oh, you really think you were headed for Elysium?" The goddess mused snidely, absentmindedly tapping her slightly pointy chin with one of her fingers.

Once again Jason felt a chill running through him at her words.

The goddess, however, just smirked in response. "Yes… well let's leave that touchy topic for the moment, shall we? Instead, let me get on with telling you just why I took time out of my busy schedule and went out of my way to pluck your wretched soul from the nether and bring it to my domain…"

Jason had to resist gulping at that comment, and at the flash of anger and irritation he could suddenly see in her yellow eyes as she commented on her woes.

"You have a choice, Jason Grace." The goddess pressed on, her lithe form shifting through the air now as she began to circle the son of Jupiter. "A choice of what to do next."

"And what is this choice?" Jason replied worriedly. He was still angry, and still annoyed, yet at the same time her mention of his soul, and the fact she could interfere with it, had him on edge.

"You can go from here and face your fate, whatever it may be." The goddess shrugged nonchalantly, before suddenly frowning in irritation. "For the sake of giving you the knowledge you need to make your choice, as my father demanded, I might as well tell you that you'll most likely end up in Elysium, where you can rest on your laurels for all of eternity knowing you never lived up to your potential, and were only ever second best."

Her tone came out quite bitter as she said this, almost like she was annoyed that her father, whoever he was, was interfering with her mind games.

Still, Jason thought as he ignored the now petulant goddess, what she described didn't sound too bad. Sure the way she phrased it didn't sound great, but there were much worse fates than living in the eternal paradise alongside the other fallen heroes of the past.

"Or…" She drawled, her tone still irritable. "You can live again."

"What, take a dip in the River Lethe?" Jason asked with a frown. From what he remembered that was indeed an option open to all those who inhabited Elysium. They could choose to bathe in the River Lethe whenever they wished, cleanse their soul of their memories and experiences, and then live life again as a blank slate.

That said, from where he was standing that didn't sound like a great idea, after all by washing his soul clean, wouldn't that also mean that the person he was now would be forever erased from existence?

"No," She smirked, her eyes suddenly gleaming with barely concealed glee again. "You would not be bathing in the River Lethe, nor would you be giving up your memories and experiences of who you are now."

Jason frowned in confusion at that.

"Instead you would be offered a new life, in a new world." She pressed on.

"There are other worlds?" Jason asked straight away his brow furrowing in confusion. He always thought that sci-fi nonsense was just that, nonsense.

"Multitudes." The goddess replied, rolling her eyes. "Do you really think the Primordial Gods, the children of Chaos itself, stopped at creating just one planet?"

"They are interdimensional beings that have existed since the inception of reality and the universe itself. They have created countless worlds throughout the twisting, ever-shifting multiverse. Some of them are copies of the world you came from, only with minor changes, others are so wildly different it would melt your feeble mortal mind even trying to comprehend them…" The goddess drawled.

"And you're offering me a new life in one of these new worlds?" Jason asked, a frown on his face. The offer sounded too good to be true. It instantly had him on edge, after all as she had said, he was never the best, so why would he be the one offered such an opportunity, as opposed to someone else, anyone else? It made no sense.

The goddess once again rolled her eyes at his response. "Not me, no. I am as bound to this world, just as the different iterations of me, are bound to their world. The only ones that can cross between worlds, dimensions and reality at will are the Primordials. As such it is not me that is offering you a new life, but my father. My father is growing bored with one of his experiments and wants to shake things up. He wants to reincarnate you, a being with wasted potential, into a world he created with one of his brothers, a world with equally wasted potential. He wants to throw you in there to shake up the pot. His brother has his champion, now he wants one of his own. Simply put he wants you to make things interesting."

"Do you really have to keep pointing out my failings?" Jason asked bitterly, even as his mind raced. His thoughts whirled rapidly through his head as he tried to comprehend just what this snarky goddess was offering him.

"It amuses me, so yes… plus don't think I didn't catch the fact that you have been thinking of me as; smug, bitchy and snarky… I am, but I still don't appreciate you thinking that, it's very rude..." She shot back, a smirk once again on her face. "So what do you say? What is your choice?"

"So I am actually being given a choice?" Jason asked suddenly, his mind racing as he took in all this new information. Especially the fact that one of the Primordial Gods had not only noticed him, but had decided to actually give him a choice about whether or not he wanted to be involved in one of his experiments, or schemes, or whatever it was.

"Of course, choice is important to my father." She shrugged. "Personally I think it is overrated. In reality, our fates have all been decided ahead of time, every action we will ever take, every move we ever make, and even the manner of our deaths, was written the moment we first drew breath. Only the Primordials, and souls no longer connected to life who have fulfilled their predestined fate, have a choice."

"So I have a choice for the moment," Jason said, his mind racing again. "But if I were to accept your father's offer and start a new life in this new world, I would once again be bound by fate?"

"Probably." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Though who knows? Maybe it's different in this new world. Maybe because it was created by just my father and his brother, and no one else, not even their sister, Ananke, maybe fate has no control there… honestly, I don't know. I have never left this world, and so only know of the way things are here…"

That, Jason thought, was mildly comforting. The fact that she was just as clueless about this as me.

"I wouldn't say clueless." The goddess commented, her yellow eyes narrowing a fraction.

Oh yeah, Jason fought not to roll his eyes, she was listening in to his thoughts.

The goddess smirked again at that, before rolling her eyes too. "So it is time you decide what you want to do. Will you accept the offer of a new life, with all of your memories and powers intact, or will you go on to paradise? Will you strive for glory and excellence, or will you wallow in adequacy?"

"Nice to see you don't have an opinion," Jason replied dryly.

The grey-skinned goddess just shrugged at that. "Not many people have an opportunity like this. As far as I am aware my mother and father between them, the only two Primordials I've ever met, have only given offers such as this twelve times before now." Her lips curled into a smirk at that comment. "Though when it comes to my mother, she doesn't so much offer, as just decides for them and makes it so. She is less about giving choice, and more about demands, kind of like me…"

"Great…" Jason muttered.

"So what do you say?" She pressed. "The sooner you make the decision, the sooner we can settle things up. I do have other things to do you know…?"

"This isn't exactly an easy decision to make." Jason shot back at her irritably, absentmindedly massaging his still-aching head as he tried to focus on the matter at hand. "How would this even work?"

"You say yes, I then grab your soul and pass it on to my father. He does whatever it is he's planning on doing, and you wake up in a new world, with a new life and a new destiny, or whatever…" She shrugged. "It's as simple as that, all you need to do is say yes, or say no…"

"So you don't even know what he's planning?" Jason asked, his brow furrowed now. "So I could end up as a baby with a mind of a seventeen year old? Or maybe even as an animal or a tree or something?"

The goddess just shrugged, an amused smile playing around her mouth. "Again spoilers… isn't the not knowing part of the fun?"

"Not when it comes to something like this," Jason muttered back, his brow still furrowed in thought.

"Well think of it as a gamble. Now what do you say, yes… or no…?" The goddess pressed, her feet returning to the floor now as she came to land directly in front of him, her hand instantly coming up to seize hold of his chin, even as she effortlessly forced it up so he was looking into her eyes. "Make your decisions, yes, or no… make it now or I'll carelessly cast you back into the twisting nether of the Underworld, uncaring of just where you end up going…"

"Ok then," Jason replied, his eyes widening as he saw the impotence and growing impatience in the unpredictable, and possibly unstable, goddess's eyes.

Back when he had been alive he had always been measured. He had always taken his time with things, he thought and planned things out. He never acted rashly or recklessly, and despite all of that he died with regrets.

"Let's do it. Yes." Jason continued. If in life he had been overly careful, then at least in death he could be a bit more reckless. Was it stupid, probably, would he regret it, maybe? Either way, the decision was made.

"Finally." The goddess said with a sigh, stepping back from him now her hand raising as she then clicked her fingers.

Almost at once, everything went black.

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With a sudden start, the seventeen year old Jaune Arc sat up in bed.

His electric blue eyes were wide, and his blond hair was matted and sweaty.

"What?" He gasped out, his eyes darting around the dark hotel room in shock, even as an influx of alien memories suddenly filled his head at first overwhelming him, before then merging with his own. At the same time, an unfamiliar energy began to surge through his body. His entire form suddenly took on a shining silver glow, lighting up the cheap hotel room he had booked in Vale in preparation for his initiation tomorrow, as this energy, whatever it was, coursed through his body and unlocked, what he would soon know to be, his aura.

"What?" Jason Arc, or was it Jaune Grace? Gasped out, his heart thundering in his chest and sweat beading his forehead as he tried to work out just what in Jupiter's name was going on!

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AN: Yep, so what do you think, a Jason fic. Have to say I can understand why some people won't be too keen, at first I wasn't keen on h is character. Or at least that was until I realised how cucked he was. The guy had his life messed by Hera/ Juno, because Zeus is a dick and she is a bitch. He lost his sister and was literally brought up by wolves and raised a child solider in the Legion. After that he gets kidnapped has his memories erased and is dumped on a bus with two others, one of whom has fake love for him implanted.

Still though he preserves, only to then meet Percy, who is literally better than him in everyway. So he goes from having a bad life, but at least being the best, to having a bad life and coming in second best. And then to end matters, his girlfriend dumps him and he gets killed before he is even older enough to drink his sorrows away. Talk about having a tragic life.

As such, as much fun as Percy is to write, I've decided to give Jason a go. The guy is basically a blank slate, both in terms of powers and personality, as no offense to Rick, but I just don't think he cared all that much about Jason's character. Which is a shame, because I think he intended to make Jason the main hero and protag of the Heroes of Olympus books, only to then mess it up by bringing in the much more popular and developed Percy Jackson, who instantly stole the show, or at least he did until he was clumsily sidelined in the later books.

Either way I think Jason could be a fun character to write. He has interesting origins, a tragic backstory, and lots of potentially cool powers to play around with an develop. Added to that he has also had his soul dumped into the body of Jaune Arc, in a very Ozpinesque way, though that is not surprising considering it is the same S***heel gods as the ones that cucked Ozpin in the first place. Still I think it will add a bit of flavour, especially as their spiritual and mental merging has been fast-tracked, even as the body and muscle memory etc. as well as new RWBY based abilities, lag behind.

Either way lots of development potential, in every respect.

That said as I said before, this is more of a tester for me. Something I wanted to play around with to distract myself, before I get back on with writing my priority stories. That said, if the interest is good enough I will continue writing it as and when, and who knows, maybe one day this could supplant one of the other stories I regularly update.

Either way thanks for reading, and I'll catch you later. Please feel free to PM me if you have questions, and do leave reviews, I enjoy reading people's thoughts and opinions on my writing, both the good and the bad.

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Catch you all later, and stay safe out there.

Greed720.