So, I apologize for the absurd length between chapters, but I wasn't expecting university to be this strenuous. Not really sure what I was expecting, but hey, I'm here now.

One thing that I wanted to address, seeing as it has been brought up a few times in reviews, and I wanted to state this now. I have received a few reviews basically stating/asking if, and why, I have essentially made Perseus have very little in common with Percy. "Perseus just seems to be an OC that you slapped the name of Perseus on, and called it a crossover" is basically the issue. Now, you are kinda right, seeing as how he acts nothing like Percy, and there hasn't been much/any relation to the PJO Universe, but there is a distinct reason. When I first was planning this story out, I originally had it so that the first 1-3 chapters were setting up the connection, and explaining much of the plot, similar to the beginning of Remnants of the Sea. However, I remembered some advice that I was given halfway through writing that, that I should have revealed the twist as I go, and not all at the start.

So, essentially, I had it so the connection and explanation for Perseus' actions/personality were written into the start, but I chose to cut it so that it would give a plot twist at some point. And so, by cutting the explanation, it also effected the rest of the story, and caused some confusion.

This explanation isn't meant to incite hate or discontent towards those reviewers, as I appreciate their concern with the story. Most said that they were just confused as to why it was a crossover, but still liked the story. So, there is a reason as to why Perseus is like the way he is, and what the connection between PJO and RWBY is. We just haven't gotten there yet.

Well, with that out of the way, let's move on to the main entertainment.

Please enjoy Chapter 5 of Shadow of Beacon!

"Percy" means speech

'Jackson' means thought

*RWBY* means telepathy/flashback

Perseus felt the snow hitting his face as it fell from the sky, melting on contact. However, his attention was focused on the sight before him. Rising into the air, were metal walls, small pods with guns protruding from them spread across the wall, slowly following their group as they all approached.

There were also multiple figures atop the wall, aiming their guns at them. It was strange, Perseus couldn't sense much, if anything, from most of them, despite appearing alive. He would have to get a closer look at one. A hand fell on his shoulder, and Perseus had to fight not to retaliate, if only by instinct alone. Turning to face the only one bold enough to touch him, Percy stared at Ghira.

"What is it?" Perseus asked impatiently.

Ghira looked even more nervous than when they had entered the village the previous night. "Perseus, I just felt that it would be best if I warn you now." Ghira said, glancing at the guards watching them approach a small checkpoint in the wall, heavily defended by men armed with guns, and the gun-pods.

"Warn me of what, Ghira?" Perseus growled, his eyes seeming to flash dangerously.

Ghira swallowed nervously, but stood up straight, putting on a faux mask of confidence against the intimidating man before him. "It's how things work here in the city." Ghira explained, the two of them continuing to walk towards the checkpoint. "Out in the wilds, or in the small villages, you might be able to get around off of reputation or titles, but here in Mantle, you can't just do as you please. There are rules, specifically to keep the peace." Ghira continued, with Perseus only half-listening.

Scoffing, Perseus rolled his eyes. "I know how laws and rules work, Belladonna. Do not confused me with the lawless bandits we encountered." Perseus stated, shrugging off the warning. At the pointed stare he was receiving from Ghira, Perseus sighed. "As long as no one attempts to start a confrontation with myself, then I will not attack anyone." Perseus assured.

Ghira let out a breath he didn't know that he was holding. "Good." Ghira said, nodding slightly to himself. "Oh, and just one more thing." Ghira said, causing Perseus to look in his direction once more, though much more annoyed by the faunus man. "Under no circumstances, especially when in public, I don't want you to use your Semblance, or make any Grimm appear."

Perseus stopped, staring at Ghira. "And why is that?" Perseus asked, more curious than angered.

"Well," Ghira began. "We may know that you can control them, but the people here won't and I don't want people to begin panicking due to Grimm in the city. It could also lead to further… complications." Ghira explained, eyes snapping to the guards at the checkpoint for a moment.

Perseus scoffed, but otherwise relented. "I will do what I must, but know that I cannot be held responsible for everything." Perseus warned, walking off.

The process of getting through to the city was a fairly simple, if time consuming, task. Ghira and Kali dealt with the most of it, with Perseus simply standing near the edge of the group, trying not to be drawn into a conversation with the guards, who seemed curious of him, and his attire. He would need a spare set of clothes soon, if only to not be bothered in the future.

He was already drawing the attention of the citizens in the city. The more flirtatious looking females were eyeing him up, and some of the homeless people were sizing him up, considering if they could mug him for anything valuable. Ignoring their stares, Perseus simply walked along with the rest of the group. His eyes were drawn to all of the strange contraptions and devices in the hands of the citizens walking about.

As a man in a suit passed by, he slammed into Perseus, dropping his device he had been holding to the ground. "Watch it, pal!" The man shouted, trying to give Perseus a shove, before moving to pick his device. Plucking up his device, he brushed it off, looking it over for any damage. Finding none, he turned back to an annoyed Perseus, who was trying not to retaliate against the disrespectful man. "You are lucky that my new Scroll wasn't damaged at all, or else-"

"Or else what?" Perseus interrupted, grabbing the man by his tie, and pulling him close. Perseus loomed over the, now terrified, man. The man's knees began to shake as he stared into Perseus' eyes.

"N-nothing. Sorry!" The man stumbled as Perseus let him go, pushing him back slightly, nearly falling over.

Perseus watched with a small hint of satisfaction as he ran off, smirking as he fell over once before rushing away, and out of sight. Catching a small glare from Ghira, Perseus merely shrugged before walking along.

Blake's eyes were filled with wonder and astonishment. Her attention was drawn to all of the new things, having not seen such advanced technology from where her parents took her to protest. "Mom! Dad! Look at all the sweets!" Blake cheered, pointing at a small candy shop, with many different coloured treats in the window.

Kali smiled at her daughter, walking over to ruffle her hair. "Come along, sweetie. Maybe we can come back for some later, okay?" Kali said, gently pulling Blake along as the young girl looked longingly at the candy.

Blake looked down, disappointed at not being able to have any treats for a while longer. "Okay." Blake mumbled, walking along obediently.

Perseus turned his attention back to Ghira, who seemed to be leading the group through the streets. Catching up to the burly faunus, Perseus kept stride with the large man. "Where are we heading, Ghira?" Perseus stated, sounding slightly suspicious of both Ghira and their new surroundings.

Ghira glanced at him for a second, only taking a moment to recognize Perseus' cautious tone. "I'm taking everyone to the White Fang headquarters that are set up here." Ghira said, looking back at the procession of faunus following the two. "There we will have room to house and feed them until we can head to the capital."

"And how long will that be?" Perseus asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Not long, I assure you." Ghira said, smiling slightly in reassurance. As the group made its way across the busy street, with dozens upon dozens of cars bustling by, and into the more industrial area of the city, they soon came to a medium sized office building. "Ah, here we are." Ghira stated tiredly.

As everyone was ushered inside, Perseus stayed outside, looking up into the sky as a large metal object roared overhead. Squinting to block out the glare of the sun reflecting off its white surface, Perseus couldn't help but be astonished by what he saw. Ghira stepped out of the building, looking at what had seemingly caught Perseus attention so suddenly.

Moving across the sky above them, an SDC Bullhead flew by, engines roaring proudly. The Schnee Snowflake brought a frown to Ghira's face, a product of years of protest and struggle. As uncomfortable as Ghira was at seeing the SDC aircraft, being that he still didn't know if they had been pursued or not, he didn't understand why it had captivated Perseus. Surely a Huntsman of his caliber had encountered them countless times before, right?

"Is something the matter, Perseus?" Ghira asked, staying a foot back.

Though he didn't show any outward reaction, Perseus mentally snapped back to reality. Turning around, Perseus briefly met Ghira's confused stare. "No. Nothing." Perseus simply said, walking away, heading into the White Fang building.

As he held the door open, walking into the building, something faintly tingled in the back of his mind. Pausing for a moment, Perseus looked over his shoulder, glancing back out at the city that confounded him so much. "Nothing at all." Perseus said quietly, all the while, his mind working to remember where he recognized the presence of intense power from, coming from someone deep in the city.

-Time Skip-

Perseus sat in one of the offices of the building, avoiding the looks of the many faunus in the building. Some stole frightened glances at him, terrified of what he had done to the bandits, and some, mainly the White Fang workers who had been operating in the building before they came, stared curiously at him, hearing what the refugees had told of their journey. After two days staying in this place, Perseus was about ready to snap.

The presence had been worming around in the back of his mind since he had come to this forsaken city. The longer that Perseus stayed, the more confused he would become, and he hated being confused.

Nothing made any sense! There were great metal vehicles that could fly through the air even faster than the quickest of Nevermore, and the dozens of gadgets that everyone seemed to carry! According to Blake, who had been curious as to his lack of knowledge about the devices, had explained that they were called "scrolls", and that they could be used to talk with people over great distances, even across different continents!

Perseus was beginning to grow irritable. It also didn't help that, after arriving in this place, they had done absolutely nothing, apart from a small scuffle with some faunus-hating drunks stumbling into the building late at night. Sadly, Perseus wasn't able to deal with them, as Ghira had a few of his men escort them out before Perseus could intervene. A shame, it would have been rather fun.

A slight headache began to pound at the back of Perseus' skull, a reminder to the feeling of power somewhere in the city. Growling slightly, Perseus massaged a fist against the side of his head.

An excited knocking on the door to his room drew his attention. Before he could even get up to answer it, the door swung open, revealing an elated Blake, grinning madly. Sitting up slightly in his chair, Perseus looked at the girl, a small amount of confusion in his face. "Hey, Percy!" Blake cheered, running over to him. Grabbing him by the arm, she attempted to pull him out of the room, only succeeding in moving his arm slightly. "Come on! Mom and I are going to the candy shop, and I want you to come with!" Blake said, pulling as hard as her small frame could muster.

Perseus rolled his eyes at the childish innocence, a small smile briefly flashing across his face. "Alright, Blake. Alright." Perseus said, standing up. He was almost glad she had come; he would take anything to distract him right now, and he needed to get out of this building. Perhaps a trip into the city would allow him the relief to finally process where he recognized this feeling.

As the two of them headed out into the hall, with Blake still leading him around by his arm, he could see a nervous and embarrassed Kali ahead of them, looking rather sheepish at her daughter's actions. Several nearby faunus also gave a small chuckle at the sight; Perseus, the deadly Huntsman who had brutalized so many bandits without trouble, was being led around by a small girl, as if she had pacified him.

When the two of them had come to stand beside Kali, with Blake bouncing on the balls of her feet, still holding onto Perseus's hand, the young girl looked up at her mother. "Can we go now, mom?" She asked excitedly, practically vibrating with energy.

"Yes, sweetie. We can." Kali said, holding out her hand. Blake happily took it, still holding onto Perseus, before trying to pull them both along. As they made their way out the door, passed a bemused Ghira, Kali shot Perseus an apologetic look. Perseus merely shrugged, not minding the trip.

Managing to free his hand from Blake halfway to the store, Perseus walked behind the two Belladonnas, content to simply look around. Not even the buildings looked like they used to. In fact, almost nothing looked anything like what he remembered things looking like since he had awoken. The buildings were made of concrete and steel, with the sides covered in windows, lights shining brighter than any flame could from inside.

And not just the buildings, but the pathways and the roads. When their group had been nearing the city, the roads had turned from dirt, to cobblestone, to a flat, dark, rock-like substance. In the city itself, post would rise over the intersections of the roads, shining multiple colours, and nothing that seemingly controlling it.

Passing by a small shop, Perseus' attention was immediately drawn to a small metal box in the display. The box was sleek and black, with a glass pane in the centre. The one right beside it was slightly different, but with pictures not only flashing across the glass, but moving fluidly, looking almost lifelike in its depiction.

"Percy? What are you doing? Come on, the shop is this way!" Blake shouted ahead of the two adults.

Perseus barely registered her voice, instead choosing to analyze every inch of the device behind the pane of glass. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. The only thing that came anywhere close to what he was looking at now, were small puppet booths. However, this was nothing like those booths that he would pass by on the streets. The thought of walking down streets, amongst the common folk, only caused the throbbing at the back of his skull to become a pointed jab, causing Perseus to growl slightly in uncomfortable pain.

"Perseus? Are you alright?" Kali asked, placing her hand on Perseus' shoulder.

Perseus looked down at her, the large difference in height rather apparent now that they were standing side by side. Kali looked at him with a worry that only a mother could have. "M'fine." Perseus said, pulling back before moving to follow the anxiously bouncing Blake.

Kali stayed in place for several seconds, only following at the behest of her excited daughter. The trio managed to make their way to the candy store, though with an underlining feeling of worry from Kali, and with Perseus in a decidedly more annoyed mood.

Following the females into the colourful shop, Perseus was confounded by the dozens of different candies lining the shelves and racks. Multicoloured balls were held in tubes, white canes with red stripes, various small bright bits of what Perseus could only assume to be sugar, and countless other things that Perseus couldn't even hope to identify.

Blake, on the other hand, seemed to know almost every single piece of sweets, and was rushing around the store as fast as her little legs could in order to see everything at once. The older man behind the counter simply smiled at the two of them, chuckling as a few other small kids ran around, watching them fondly.

"She certainly can be a handful." Kali said to Perseus, smiling as she watched Blake try to decide what she wanted, debating between several types of candy. "I'm actually surprised at how fond she has become of you, Perseus. She is usually much more guarded around people." Kali continued, looking over at Perseus, who was massaging his forehead. Frowning in worry, she placed her hand on his back. "You didn't have to come with us if you weren't feeling well, Perseus." Kali said, smiling slightly. "Despite what my husband may think, I don't need someone looking after me all the time." Kali chuckled lightly, her smile soon dying at Perseus' grimace.

Perseus' mind was in a blur. The feeling of power was getting stronger, which could only mean that whatever it was was getting closer. His headache, which had become a full blown migraine at this point, wasn't helped by all the loud noises, bright colours, and flashing lights in the store. "I think that I need a moment outside." Perseus managed to get out, quickly making his way to the door, with Kali watching him as he left.

Images flashed across his mind. Pictures of people, their attire much different than the ones that walked around now. The soldiers that he had passed, as well as the security he had slaughtered when he had awoke, were much to different than the ones he had seen in his great home. And with each image that he saw, a spike of pain, stabbing into the back of his mind. Each second only seemed to get worse, his vision beginning to blur slightly.

Managing to make his way to a nearby alley, he slammed his fist into the side of the wall, feeling the stone be reduced to rubble as a result of his punch. The momentary pain in his hand briefly cleared his mind, relieving the migraine if only for a second, just enough to clear his vision. Staring out of the alley, Perseus' attention was drawn to a woman, making her way down the street towards him.

As his gaze fell on her, his headache returned immediately, only hurting more the longer he stared at her. She walked, a staff in hand, which she used as a walking stick. Her hair was grey, a result of her older age, and it seemed to glint a silver-blue in the afternoon sun. Her coat was long, and appeared to have been damaged recently, as the arms had been torn, and the whole coat was singed.

The staff she carried was made out of a dark-blue tinted metal, a small dagger-like point at the top. At her side was a brown leather satchel, seemingly empty due to how it flopped about. Though she seemed in her later years, she still stood tall, reaching up to about six feet tall.

Stopping for in her tracks, standing just outside a store with a logo of a man cutting a Beowolf in half. Scanning the street around her, her eyes eventually met Perseus' gaze. The two of them stared at one another, neither moving, except for Perseus' pained twitches. Narrowing her eyes, the woman simply turned about, walking into the building before her.

As soon as she was out of sight, the migraine lessened, though didn't fade entirely. 'Who is she?' Perseus thought to himself. She was obviously the cause of his predicament, whether she was doing so intentionally or not. Looking around one last time, Perseus walked across the street, managing to push the pain out of his thoughts for the time being.

Opening the door to the store that the woman had entered, he scanned around. Racks of clothes, gloves, and even some boots on the back wall filled the store. The side of the store was covered in various small gears, pipes, and other metal pieces that Perseus didn't understand.

"Welcome to the Huntsman Emporium, home to all your monster-slaying needs." A man behind the counter said, his tone bored and tired, clearly only saying the slogan due to the want to keep his job. "Is there anything that I can help you with today, sir?" He droned, his head propped up by his hand, which rested on the countertop.

Not seeing the woman in the store, Perseus stormed up to the counter. Grabbing the man by his shirt, he hauled him over the counter, the man yelping in fear. "A woman just walked in here," Perseus growled, the pain only flailing his temper. "Where did she go?". The man shakily pointed to a doorway near the back wall. Dropping the man, letting the nervous man to the ground, Perseus quickly made his way to the doorway the man had pointed to, a small curtain draped across in place of a door.

Walking through, Perseus looked around this new room. Several large anvils and metal tables filled the room. Hammers, wrenches, pliers, and a multitude of tools which Perseus couldn't even begin to comprehend their purpose, covered the walls. Two people working at different tables briefly glanced up at him before going back to their work.

Perseus wasn't concerned with them in the slightest, however. His gaze was locked solely on the woman, beginning to set up her workspace on a corner table, her staff laid out on the table. Marching over to her station, Perseus reached out, about to grab her shoulder, only to halt when she spoke.

"Doing anything in a place such as this would not be the wisest thing to do." The woman said, not even stopping to face him.

Perseus, angered by her remark, forcefully spun her around, holding her by her shoulders so that she was forced to look at him. "Who are you?" Perseus said, his eyes pulsing dangerously.

The woman wasn't fazed in the slightest, her expression clearly showing her discontent with his actions. "Who I am doesn't matter, and if you don't let go of me, I will have no choice but to make you." She replied coolly. The temperature of the room seemed to drop sharply, with Perseus not giving it a second thought.

Narrowing his eyes at the dismissal by the woman, Perseus used a small tendril of shadow to snake around the woman's wrist, holding it in place. The woman's eyes briefly widened, before they narrowed into a scowl. Reaching up, Perseus grabbed the woman by the throat, squeezing slightly. "If you don't tell me who you are right now, I will not hesitate to remove your head from the rest of your body." Perseus said darkly.

At hearing his words, as well as his actions, the two other people in the room grabbed what they were working on, a sword and a bow, respectively. Perseus gave no thought to them. 'They won't be able to do anything to me." Perseus thought. Squeezing her throat tighter, Perseus glared down at the woman. "I'm running out of patience." Perseus said.

"What do you think you're doing?" One of the people asked, pressing their blade against his back, in a vain attempt to get Perseus to put the woman down. The one wielding the bow stood back a few feet, ready to fire an arrow at a moment's notice.

Perseus merely gave them a sidelong glance before turning back to stare the woman down. "This doesn't concern you. Leave, or you will join her." Perseus declared, analyzing the face of the woman, trying to place whether or not he recognized her.

"That's not happening, pal." The man said, pressing his blade into Perseus' back, slightly cutting his robe. "Put the lady down, or we'll-" Shadows shot from the corners of the room, wrapping themselves around the wrist and arm of the man, pulling the blade away from Perseus. "What the hell is this?" The man exclaimed, trying to pull the tendril off his struggling arm, only for another tendril to snatch his appendage away.

Letting the arrow she had nocked loose, the archer could only blink in fear and amazement as a tendril simply grabbed the projectile out of the air, as if it were just swatting a fly. The tendril then lashed out, wrapping around the metal bowstring, and then looping around her neck.

Turning the woman so that she could clearly see the two people, Perseus squeezed even tighter. "Tell me who you are now, or else I will force you to watch them die." Perseus said, his migraine exasperated by the close proximity, as well as his usage of his powers.

The woman merely let out a strangled sigh. "So be it."

With a small flick of her wrist, the tendrils holding her, and the other two, frosted over, shattering with ease. Shocked by the sudden surge of power, Perseus couldn't react in time to block the the woman when she snatched up her staff, and stabbed him in the stomach, his Aura pulsing darkly. Spinning it in place, the shaft of her staff slammed up into his jaw, rattling his teeth, and sending him to the ground.

"Go and get the police. I'll have him ready for arrest by the time you get back." The woman said, smiling slightly at the younger Hunters. Nodding their heads, the two sprinted out of the room, leaving behind the two. "So, what's up with you? Too much to drink?" The woman asked, slowly twirling her staff.

Perseus blinked several times from his spot on the floor. Massaging his jaw, he felt it lightly click back into place. Wiping his mouth, he saw his blood, glistening on his hand. Slowly climbing to his feet, not even bothering to look at her now, he began to let out a dark, low chuckle.

His laughing seemed to unnerve the woman, who held her weapon in a defensive stance, ready to act, should Perseus attack her. "What's so funny?" She snapped, slightly angered at his seeming amusement of her, only causing him to chuckle all the harder. Pointing her staff at him, she narrowed her eyes. "Don't think you can get out of this. Not after you tried to kill three Huntsman." She declared, scowling at his chuckles.

"Huntsman? Pah, I don't care for them." Perseus said, standing to his full height, looming over the woman. Stretching his back, with several cracks being heard, Perseus rolled his shoulders, smiling, a small touch of sadism glooming his features.

The lights flickered, causing the woman to briefly glance around, though keeping an eye on the mysterious man before her. The shadows seemed to flake off the walls, fluttering through the air, before collecting at his feet. "It's been so long since I've met anyone who could get a hit in on me." Perseus said, a creepily calm smile gracing him. "Ah, this is going to be so much fun!"

And, scene!

So, what did you think? I know that it isn't much, but it was just something that I cranked out in between school and sleep. Sorry if not much actually happened, but hey, at least I got something out?

I just watched the RWBY Volume 7 trailer, and ooo boy, does it look good! I am super excited for what is in store! I loved most of Volume 6 (Except Act 3 of the season), and this looks pretty intense. I love/hate those weird centipede things! I think they are really cool, but at the same time, I am not the biggest fan of the thought of giant insects trying to kill me. *shudder* Anyway, just thought I would share some brief thoughts on it.

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With that said, this is Canadian Admiral signing off.