Jaune woke with a start. He looked around in a panic, how was he still alive? His hand went down to his stomach to feel where Cinder had stabbed him. But there was no wound, and his hoodie was still in perfect shape, no hole or tear. "What happened?" he asked himself out loud. The attack on Beacon, the fight with Cinder, he didn't dream that. Did he?

He ran a hand down his face and took a deep breath to calm himself. He then looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar room. It looked like the stereotypical study: Bookshelves covered all the walls and extended to the ceiling, all filled with books. Hanging from the ceiling was an antique chandelier with a dozen lit candles on it, lighting the room. The carpet that covered the entire floor was a deep red. Jaune realized he had been sleeping on a black sofa that was extremely comfortable. In front of the couch was a low coffee table with a tray that had two mugs and a pot of fresh coffee. Across from him was a fireplace with a burning fire that gave the room a homey feeling to it. On his left was a simple oak door, it had no designs but was painted unique combination of red and black. On his right was an oak desk with papers, pens and books all over it. Looking like a mess but with some order to the chaos. Behind the desk was a tall, black chair facing away from him and out a giant window, allowing anyone to see the breathtaking view of the snow-covered forest below that lead up to a massive lake and several snow capped mountains on the horizon. Fresh snow was gently coming down, adding to the beauty. Before he could look at the view for long, a voice spoke up, "Good, you're finally awake."

The chair spun around revealing a young man, sitting in the chair with a book open and a pen in his hands. He set the book and pen down on the desk and stood up to walk around said desk. He gave Jaune a smile, like he was saying hello to an old friend but at the same time making a first impression. The man was just shy of six feet, he wore a dark grey hoodie with a black zipper. It was opened to reveal the simple back shirt underneath. He also wore simple jeans with a black belt and black sneakers. He had brown hair that came down just above his brown eyes, that were behind a pair of black framed glasses. The man seemed pretty normal, beside the tattoo on the back of his right hand. It looked like a black fire that had two wings coming off it and continued with black rings around the knuckles of his middle finger. "Feel free to have some coffee, Jaune. It wouldn't be good for me to drink it all. I don't wanna feed my addiction further." he chuckled lightly.

Jaune was on high alert now, "How do you know who I am? Where am I? And who are you?"

The man just tilted his head, "The exact questions I expected. But which to answer first?" He asked himself as he scratched his chin in thought. "To answer your first question, I know you because you could say I helped create you. You and the Remnant you know."

Jaune's eyes widened in shock. He had to be joking but the look in his eyes told Jaune that he was telling the truth. But how? "So, what, you're saying your like a god or something?"

He flinched slightly, "I wouldn't go that far, makes me sound like more than I am. No, I wouldn't call myself a god. But I guess you could think of me as one, just one step above the Brothers of Darkness and Light. But I prefer to call beings like me as Creators or Writers. Those that can take an already existing world and give it our own twist."

Jaune thought for a second, "Different worlds, like a multiverse?"

He nodded, "Exactly. The Remnant you come from is one of thousands that exist. All originating from the original creation of Monty Oum." He let Jaune have a second to take it all in. "To answer who I am, well that's a bit difficult to say. Us Writers don't like giving out our identities, never know who's watching or listening. But I've been calling myself LordHellPhoenix." He bowed his head as he said that, "But please, call me Phoenix."

Jaune just stared at Phoenix for a few seconds, "Lord?" he asked.

He just shook his head, "I preferred HellPhoenix but it was already taken, don't judge."

Jaune gave him a scrutinizing look, "You don't look too impressive for someone who apparently created my universe. No offense." He added sheepishly.

Phoenix laughed at that, "None taken. I just didn't wanna overwhelm you, but you seem to be taking this very well. So, I'll 'put on' something more fitting." The tattoo on his hand starting glowing red before his whole body was engulfed in flames. The flames grew larger and larger until they pulled away, forming two wings of pure flames connected to the back of the knight standing there now. He stood seven feet tall, covered in pitch black armor with silver accents. On his right pauldron was the same symbol that used to be tattooed on his hand but in silver. Silver chains were wrapped around his forearms, they were easily seen on the inner arm but the outer arm's bracers hid the chains underneath, and a large black and silver sword was sheathed on his left hip. The helmet had a full-face mask that was featureless besides the single slit than ran across it at eye level and the the two small silver wings on either side of it. The fire wings folded behind him to form a cloak of flames before they coalesced into a red flowing cloak. "Better?" he asked in a deeper voice that seemed to echo slightly.

Jaune nodded dumbly. "That's a bit better."

Phoenix nodded, "I thought so. As for where you are, this is my own world. Think of it as a pocket dimension that exists between the world I come from and the universes I've helped to make. Although, this is my private study." He started to walk to the door, "Come on, I know you have questions and I need to stretch my legs." Jaune stood up and walked with Phoenix out the room. Jaune was unnerved when he saw the door vanish when it closed. "Sorry about that. My… significant other likes my work. She'll sneak in and try to see what I'm working on if I don't hide it."

Jaune nodded and the two started to walk down the long hallway, small lights were on the walls to illuminate it. "So, why am I here, exactly?" Jaune asked.

"Honestly, I wanted the chance to talk to you and give you a choice later. Your universe was my first project and it was a shocking success, no offense. I hoped its creation would change a few things I did not like about the original universe." Phoenix responded with the same echoed voice.

"What changes?' Jaune asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll show you." He brought his right index and middle finger to Jaune's forehead and Jaune's mind was shown the events of the Fall of Beacon of the prime universe. Afterwards, he stepped back and gripped his head. He just stared in disbelief. "Saddening, right? Most of us Writers feel the same way and we have different ways to change it. My thinking was for an improved version of the Prime Jaune. As you saw, he had no training, no aura or access to his Semblance. So, I thought if he had those things, maybe events would be altered." He sighed, "I was right and that's where you came in. But you had to deal with a lot of pain to do so. For that, I apologize." He said sincerely.

Jaune just looked at him, "So, you controlled everything about my life?" He asked with a mix of anger and sorrow.

Phoenix shook his head, "No. Honestly, I'm not sure I actually created your universe or you." Jaune looked beyond confused. "Some would believe that I created your universe and a few others, I don't personally know. It could be argued that I didn't create your universe but merely had the ability to watch it and record it. I like to think that all Writers can see universes that only they have access to but they can make adjustments but not completely alter the worlds they watch. It's Our duty to record those worlds so others can see them. Instead of selfishly hiding them for only themselves to view." He looked up for a second, "That makes me sound pretentious, doesn't it?"

Jaune couldn't help but smirk, "Just a bit." He then thought about something, "Did you intend for me to be with all my girlfriends?"

Phoenix just chuckled, "Oh no, don't blame me for that. There were multiple scenarios for you to fall in love with any of them. You fell in love with all of them and decided to date them all. That was all you, man." He chuckled.

Jaune flushed slightly before his eyes widened. He grabbed the armored Writer's left arm, "My team and RWBY, are they safe?!"

"Don't worry, they're fine. They're on Patch, mourning you actually."

Jaune's eyes widened before his hand went to his stomach, "So, I really did die."

Phoenix nodded, "In a way. But now we come to that choice I mentioned." They arrived in a large circular room with dozens of similar oak doors that he saw in the study. All had golden plaques on the middle of each door, some with words carved in calligraphy. "These doors lead to the different worlds I've helped to create and recorded. Or will eventually. Most are still empty." He motioned to his right, "Those three are ones I've started to record. One is already done." Jaune looked around, he saw one of the three had the same symbol as Phoenix's tattoo while the other two didn't. He couldn't read the plaques from where he was. Phoenix started to walk to the door on their left, "This one, you'll want to see." Jaune followed and saw this door had a scorch mark just above the plaque. It was Phoenix's symbol. Jaune read the plaque and his eyes widened.

It read: Jaune Arc: The Elemental Swordsman

"This is the door to your world, Jaune." Phoenix told him, "Your journey is over but the evil in your world is not finished. You dealt them a devastating blow, but they will continue with their plans. Even I have no idea how it will go. So, you have a choice to make: You can go through the door in front of you and die indefinitely, to finally rest. Or…" Phoenix walked to the door just to its right. Jaune looked at it, the plaque was empty, and no symbol was on it. "You can go through this one and I'll send you back, but you'll have a chance to continue your journey." He looked at Jaune in the eyes, "The decision is yours Jaune, just like it always has." He gently patted Jaune on his shoulder and walked away from him, to give him space.

Jaune looked between the two doors before he closed his eyes. He stood like that for a few minutes before he took a deep breath and opened them again. He looked at the door on his left and placed his hand over the symbol on it. He smirked, "No rest for the weary." He removed his hand and walked to the other door, he placed his hand on the doorknob before he looked over his shoulder to look at Phoenix. "Will I remember any of this?" he asked.

Phoenix shook his head, "Sorry but no. Since you're not a being like me, you can't retain information from being outside your own universe. Could cause a lot of problems to the multiverse if you did. So, you'll forget everything you've seen and heard here once you walk through."

Jaune just nodded to the Writer as he did the same. Jaune opened the door and was blinded by a bright light. "Wish me luck." he said before he walked through the doorway. The door closed behind him.

Phoenix chuckled and walked to the door. "Good luck." His right index finger was coated in flames as he placed it on the plaque. The flames surged across the plaque, writing: The Void Swordsman

"Time to get back to work." Was all he said as he turned and went back to his study, shifting back to his other form a she walked way. He needed to continue with helping to make that world and to record it for others to see.

A/N- It is time.