Heya guys! As Remnants of Dimensions is closing in to its end, I am starting this new fic I promised LordHellPhoenix. I do not plan on my SI being in this one except a few moments. LordHellPhoenix agreed to help me with how his SI acts and/or speaks, so this is more or less a joint work.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

When had things started to go so wrong?

Oh, well, it had probably started when Yang had thought to go Grimm-hunting all together. At first, they hadn't wandered too far into the Emerald Forest, but being Blake the curious cat she was, she convinced them to investigate what there was beyond the cliffs they'd fought on during initiation. They had almost given up when they'd seen the other side, just an immense forest that disappeared at the horizon, but since Ruby was hungry they had decided to try and find some berries or fruit like they used to do in Patch. And being Weiss the competitive girl she was, she of course accepted Yang's challenge of who could gather more berries. That led them to be incautious, and thus to their current position.

Crescent Rose slashed through the umpteenth Beowolf, its tough hide doing nothing to stop the sharp blade from merrily cutting through and into it with ease. The beast howled and died, slowly disintegrating into Grimm Essence vapour, that honestly smelled worse than Uncle Qrow after he had got himself drunk. She couldn't bear to even stand in the same room as him when he was in such a state.

By her side there was Yang, blowing Beowolf after Beowolf up with her shotgun gauntlets, laughing carefree even as they were being outnumbered and outmatched. They were strong fighters, but no one can go on forever. They were currently grasping at the straws, even if the blonde brawler seemed completely unaffected by their low Aura values and ragged breaths.

A little to the side there was Weiss, her Dust-chambered rapier slashing through the hide of an Ursa with some difficulty, the Dust doing the rest of the work and setting the bear-like Grimm on fire. Apart from the sweat running down her face, her dress was still perfectly unstained and her hair perfectly combed into her usual askew ponytail. Yang never had the heart to tell her it absolutely didn't fit her.

Darting in and out of the melee there was Blake, her blade coated in Grimm blood and her face set in a harsh grimace. She knew things weren't looking good, even as she stabbed a Boarbatusk right in the neck, where the protective armour of the back and of the skull couldn't reach. She had ended up in many difficult situations with the White Fang, and she could tell this was gonna be a very hard fight, one they might possibly not come out from.

A little away from the group, Nora was laying waste of a ground of Skitters, beetle-like Grimm large more or less like a crouching human. Their armour was really hard, but their insides were simply crushed under the girl's powerful swings. She was laughing maniacally, here and there shouting a `SMASH!`, and sometimes sending the Skitters flying with her hits. Despite her carefree outside, though, the girl knew they were in deep shit, as confirmed by the waves of Grimm waiting to overrun them in shadows.

Keeping her position, Pyrrha shot at every Grimm she could and hacked at the ones who would get too near. The champion's expression was schooled in a focused grimace, her eyes darting around to search for the smallest window in the horde of Darkness, trying to find a way out for her and her friends. At her feet, a noticeable puddle of black grime stood out against the lively green of the grass.

Beside her stood Jaune, mind working in overdrive to try and come up with a decent plan to save them from being torn apart. His blade was currently keeping the white head of a King Tajitsu from taking a bite out of his side, the sharp sword inflicting a deep but non-lethal wound every time the snake-like Grimm came too close. Compared to all his friends, the number of Grimm he had slain was miniscule, but at least he hadn't died yet. He hadn't been so sure he would've.

Ren was skirting the direct melee to rain dozens of bullets on the Grimm, at the same time dodging and slashing at the large black head of the King Tajitsu. The green-clad boy was grimacing openly, his feet slipping once or twice on the insidious terrain covered in Grimm goo. He had known the `expedition` would've ended badly, yet he had done nothing to stop it. It was partly his fault if they were in that position. The boy jumped and dodged as he continued to skewer Grimm with bullets, all the while keeping an eye on his friends. They weren't holding on well.

Suddenly, the Grimm seemed to stop. Not just that, they seemed to be slowly walking backwards, as if intimidated by something. Glad to be able to catch their breaths, the eight students gathered all together on the hill's highest point, keeping an eye on the Grimm. However, before they could completely relax, Yang decided to follow the eyes of the Grimm and looked up.

There was a flaming meteor.

Oh, well, nothing to worry about. "So, guys, how do we get out of this mess?" asked Yang, shaking her hair to get the dirt out of it. "Because I'm getting tired and it's also getting dark. We shouldn't be still out, and the professors are gonna give us such a detention we'll never be free to wander until graduation."

Wait a second.

A flaming meteor?

The Grimm shrank back even further as the ball of fire smashed onto the hill, raising a large cloud of smoke as it touched the ground, the Grimm Essence evaporating even before touching the flames. When the smoke cleared a little, the entire hilltop had been reduced to a smouldering, half-liquefied mass of rock.

Of the eight students, not even the weapons remained.

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General Ironwood and his favourite Specialist Winter Schnee were deep in conversation with Professor Ozpin of Beacon when they saw the large ball of fire exploding in the distance, in the Emerald Forest. Both Atlasian just shrugged, chalking it off as yet another overpowered Semblance out of control of one of the students of Beacon. That is, obviously, until a second fireball hit the Beacon Tower, ruining Cinder's plan as it utterly liquefied the CCT. When Goodwitch arrived to assert the damages, only Ozpin's faithful mug could be seen in the wreckage.

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Needless to say, Qrow Branwen didn't even realized to have been hit by a fireball.

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Sun and Neptune were so having a good day. Not only Neptune had managed to snatch a date from a girl... what was her name? Cinder? Nice one, though... but he also managed to have Sun try and date a girl too! He had forced him to send her a letter asking her out. As Neptune had put it: "her hair are black as the night, yet with a streak of feminine pink, and her eyes are of the sweetest magenta I've ever seen." The girl still hadn't replied to the letter. Neptune was tempted to ask her team leader to tell her to reply, but that would be rude.

Neither saw the approaching fireball until the entire East wing of the dormitories was wiped off, liquefied in a second. Thankfully, no one was there, but Cardin Winchester cried a lot for the loss of his beloved teddy bear.

/- Somewhere in the Multiverse -/

"Aaaand done!", exclaimed a tall boy with brown hair and green-brown eyes, stretching to pop his back. Beside him, a slightly taller man with equally brown hair nodded. The boy got up, adjusted his half-broken glasses and sighed. "Well, Phoenix, I guess I'll leave them to you now."

"Did you really have to cause that much damage?" the man enquired, slowly raising an eyebrow.

"Nope," smirked the boy. "But it was fun. See you, Phoenix. You handle the introduction, I handle the documenting. Bye!"

With that, the boy disappeared in a puff of smoke before a fit of coughing was heard and he reappeared. "Sorry, shouldn't have used the smoke." he apologized meekly, this time turning into water and slipping away. The man, now known as Phoenix, smiled slightly as he created a door. The boy had been very kind to let him use the Watching Hall in Vlakha Naroak, his castle, as viewing room. Without hesitation, he opened the door and stepped in.

"Oooof!"

"Argh!"

"Owowowow..."

"Fould fyu remofe fyur fnee from moi mouf?"

"Yikes..."

"What the fuck?!"

"I'm not enough drunk for this..."

"General Ironwood!"

"WHERE'S MY MUG?!"

"Pyrrha, could you stop sitting on my face every time we fall?"

"I'm sorry!"

"Look, Ren, sloths!"

"Nora, those are your breasts, not sloths, I'm not going to look."

The man paused for a second, taking in the whole slew of sentences and slightly shaking his head at a couple of them, especially the ones of Team JNPR. Deciding that simply ignoring them all would be better, he patiently waited for them all to get to their feet before loudly clearing his throat. Everyone jumped and looked at him, a bit spooked by his normal appearance in the middle of people who could easily destroy a small army. He wore a simple dark grey hoodie with a black zipper, that went well with his black-rimmed glasses, behind which brown eyes were slightly shadowed by the brown bangs of his hair. Under the opened zipper they could see a plain black shirt. Simple grey jeans were paired by a black belt and black sneakers. The only two traits that stood out were his sword and his tattoo. The sword appeared to be a large longsword or bastard sword with a black handle, sheathed into its scabbard and slung across his back. The tattoo, instead, was on the back of his right hand, a black fire with black flaming wings sprouting from it, and black rings going down his middle finger's knuckles.

"Hello everyone. My name is LordHellPhoenix, but you can call me Phoenix," he introduced himself with a smile. "A friend of mine and I will be your hosts for the time being."

"Hi! I'm Ruby!" exclaimed the small crimsonette, sticking out a hand for him to shake.

"My name is Weiss Schnee."

"Blake."

"Yang Xiao Long, most awesome girl in the world!"

"I'm Jaune."

"Pyrrha Nikos."

"NOOOOOORAAAA!"

"My name's Lie Ren."

"I am General Ironwood of Atlas."

"And I'm his Specialist Winter Schnee."

Burp. "Qrow."

"Heya dude, I'm Sun!"

"Don't mind him. I'm Neptune."

"WHERE'S MY MUG?!"

Phoenix chuckled slightly as he took a mug full of coffee from behind his back and offered it to the panicking Headmaster. "It was lost, but I thought you might've liked a new one, Medeis."

"Medeis?" everyone asked, looking at Ozpin, who was sipping his coffee with a now relaxed look on his face.

"Yes, Medeis is my first name," he nodded solemnly, uncaring of anything but his mug. "And this coffee is incredible."

"Thanks, it's the one I usually drink when I need a kick," explained Phoenix. "But enough pleasantries. I guess you're asking yourselves why are you here. Well, for two reasons."

He gestured them to sit. They were sure the couches hadn't been there when they had `landed`, but they sat nonetheless. "First things first, are you familiar with the theory of the Multiverse? The collection of all possible dimensions. And every one of those dimensions is a collection of parallel universes, all with some link between one and the other." Many nodded along. "Well, as shocking as this might sound, the theory is true. I am one of the people who volunteered to guard the Multiverse, or at least part of it. I am a Writer of Worlds, one of the Dimensional Guardians, and that means that... well, different people describe it in different ways..."

He took a deep breath. "Some of Us say we're Creators. They say we create worlds, give them life, and then watch as they grow and live... but personally, I don't think so" he stated gravely. Looking at them he shook his head. "We are more Explorers than Creators. We find remote universes no one has discovered yet and we document them, recording what is happening in those worlds. We have immense powers, but there are rules, and that's why you don't know about Us."

Ozpin made a sound of acceptance as the others squinted in confusion. "So... you know what the universes contain, and you document... you write their stories to... what end, if I may?"

"You may," smiled Phoenix. "I write them, because only I can see certain stories. A friend of mine, the same one who's letting me use his stronghold to house you, is a Writer as well, but he can't see the worlds I see, and I can't see the worlds he can. That is why. We write them so that everyone can see them and live them and cherish them. There are too few fairytales in our world. Knowing the stories of the Worlds is often touching, and always an enlightening experience."

Ozpin nodded. "So... you said you have great powers..." he trailed off for a second. "And you said you're housing us here. Why, if I may ask?"

"This is a joint project of both me and my friend. Since only Us Writers can see the records of other Writers, I wanted to break the rules and, this time, let you watch the evolving of a world. Beware: it won't be from the Genesis to the Armageddon. It'll be like a story. A story that I happen to really care for..." he looked away, a small smile on his face. "And the main character of this story is going to be... one of you."

Everyone looked at each other, surprised and shocked. "One of us?" repeated Ruby.

Yang smirked. "It'll be me, right?" she half-asked, half-boasted. "Oh, yeah. I'm awesome."

"Actually, no, it won't be you, even if you will be present," replied Phoenix, smiling. "But someone else you know pretty well. A kind soul who will shine in the night, a beacon of light in the darkness... Jaune Arc, the Elemental Swordsman."

Jaune's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Me?!" he choked out, shocked. Everyone else was shocked as well. Even Pyrrha, who had always had faith in the knight, couldn't believe what the Writer had just said. Him, being the main character of an entire world?

Weiss, though, had a different reaction. A very different one. "Him?!" she exclaimed. "Why would a failure like him be so important?! Why would he be even mentioned?! He's worth less than the dirt on my shoes, why did you think of him as someone important?!"

Brown eyes narrowed at them an instant before Phoenix was enveloped in a roaring inferno of flames. His eyes had disappeared in the flames, but his voice hadn't. "You are too full of yourself, and too full of spite, Weiss Schnee," he stated threateningly, and the heiress shrank. "Jaune Arc is more than enough. Some of the best stories of Worlds I've seen focus on him. He is definitely worthy of being important." The flames subsides, leaving an angry but otherwise normal Phoenix glaring at Weiss. "Also, in his case, power and importance usually comes with pain and sufferance. I've seen a world where he had to see his whole family being butchered in front of his eyes and break down, being adopted first by an assassin and then by a criminal. And I can assure you, that story is not something worth less than the dirt on your shoes. Another story my friend told me about has him having to take care, literally take care of his whole family for ten years, suffering and sacrificing everything and in the end, having to kill his own father to protect his sisters from him. I've seen worlds where he loses his emotions, where he was tortured for Oum knows how long, where he was experimented upon, where he loses everything and everyone... You can't even imagine the beginning of how much pain I've seen in the eyes of Jaune Arcs of different universes."

Everyone had turned paler and paler the more he had continued to speak, no one more than Jaune himself, who looked ready to pass out. Phoenix sighed as he looked at him. "But hey, cheer up, I've also seen happy worlds. This world I'm gonna show you... well, it's a mix. But I've seen happy worlds as well. It's just that a couple of friends of mine like to go search for the darkest of worlds, since there are few who do."

"That's nice," Jaune squeaked.

Phoenix sighed. "Khor's been rubbing off on me," he grumbled under his breath. "I'm starting to be as dark and creepy as he acts..."

So...

This is a viewing/reading fic, as you might've noticed. As opposite to Remnants of Dimensions, I won't be taking requests. I am doing this for my friend LordHellPhoenix and no one else. He asked and I said "Yeah, why not?"

Anyway, as the title might suggest this is a viewing fic for Jaune Arc: the Elemental Swordsman (by LordHellPhoenix). Most of the writing will be done by me, Khor Evik Vlakhavlakh, but the chapters containing Phoenix will be overlooked and possibly modified by him, so I can more or less call this a joint effort to make a good viewing fic. Have a good day, everyone!

Until next time,

Khor Evik Vlakhavlakh