I do not own RWBY or Fate universes. Also, this is my first fanfiction, so I would appreciate some polite and constructive criticism as well.

Prologue: Summoning Fate

It was despair.

That was the thought that came to Weiss's mind as the city of Vale plunged into chaos. Why was this happening?

She was currently at Beacon Academy with several other students. They were fighting against the Grimm and Altesian robots and for what? They have already lost the battle the moment the first Grimm landed in Vale.

A lot of people were dying. A lot of people were scared. A lot of people didn't know what to do.

"But we still keep fighting on because it is not over yet," Weiss thought determinedly to herself.

She froze the legs of an Altesian Paladin with an application of ice dust. Then a white glyph formed under her feet and she thrust forward with her Myrtenaster.

Only to be sent flying back by another Paladin. She winced in pain from the heaviness of the blow.

"Still, fighting a losing battle was not my idea to end the night," Weiss thought grimly as she glared at her current enemies.

The two automated Altesian Paladins had paired up after pushing them back, their red lights glaring menacingly at the students. Their situation was not good.

"I should be fighting with my team. Where is Ruby, Blake, and Yang at this time?!" Weiss thought. This was the worst possible time to be separated now.

Who knows if they were alright?!

Turning her focus back in fight, Weiss was surprised to see that the leader of CFVY, Coco, allowed her teammate Velvet to take on the approaching enemy. By herself.

"What are you doing? She's going to get hurt!" Weiss objected.

Weiss knew that they were barely even holding their own against those advanced models before. How can someone timid like Velvet turn the tide of battle in their favor, much less by herself?

"Just watch," Coco replied unconcernedly. Her tone of confidence in that statement indicated that she trusted that her teammate could pull this through, despite of the odds.

So Weiss reluctantly could only watch as Velvet walked up to the Paladins.

Velvet then held out her hand and a familiar weapon materialized in it. A sniper-scythe. More specifically, it was Ruby's beloved weapon, Crescent Rose.

No, it was just an imitation, a fake made from blue Hard-Light Dust.

The weapon didn't last long as Velvet somehow imitated Ruby's overhead spin, landing on top of the Paladin as she dodges its shots. But she had a lot more weapons up her in arsenal.

A copy of her Myrtenaster formed in her hand, and Velvet took up Weiss's stance and attacks nearly perfectly. It wasn't as the same as she had a different body structure and had no use of her glyphs, but it was eerily similar. Weiss wondered if that was her semblance as she continued watching in awe.

Velvet kept switching up her weapons and stances as she danced around the Paladins.

Jabbing the head with a cleaver. Peppering them down with machine gun bullets. Delivering a downward blow on an arm with a hammer.

Then Velvet produced her latest weapon, one copied from Penny, slicing the first Paladin's legs off and then blasting it away to oblivion. Weiss sighed in relief at her success.

But then Velvet was caught off guard by its partner with a sucker punch.

"Aah!"

Velvet was knocked away onto the ground, disoriented.

"Velvet!" Coco cried out in alarm. She and the others then rushed to land suppressing fire on the Paladin in order to draw it away from Velvet.

Weiss stares at the scene and then closes her eyes in frustration.

They are not going to make it in time. The Paladin is still focused on Velvet. Velvet is going not to live. She is going to die. She needs help. She needs to be saved. Now!

A white blur rushes past the others.

Weiss was propelling herself by the white glyphs that she had formed subconsciously at her feet. She may not be as fast as Ruby, but her acceleration with her glyphs was something else entirely.

"Come on! I can save her. No, I will save her," Weiss thought determinedly as she circled in closer to Velvet's position.

A large white Glyph suddenly appeared behind her, in an appearance of four swords revolving around a snowflake, as if it was awaiting her call. Weiss glances back at the glyph in confusion, but decides to take a chance with it.

"Well then, I cannot fail my summoning now. I won't fail this time. Please help me!" Weiss cried out desperately inside as she halted in front of Velvet. She then closed her eyes and raised her sword up horizontally in an attempt to block the inevitable blow from the Paladin.

In another timeline, another Weiss would have been successful in summoning the arm and sword of the Armas Gigas she fought before, where it would have destroyed the last Paladin in the end.

But in this timeline, something foreign had broken this Fate.

The glyph then suddenly flickered from its usual blue-white color to a more golden color. Then it glowed brightly and small orbs of light rose from it. Weiss felt the back of her left hand itched in pain at the same time.

And the following consequences had shifted the future of Remnant to a new, irreversible path. This Weiss had summoned something very special, yet different in the end.

A miracle.

Chiiiiiiiinnnnnnnng!

Sound of colliding metal rang throughout the Beacon courtyard.

Weiss then opened one eye carefully after feeling no impact. Then she saw something.

No, it was someone.

A blue and silver figure that appeared before her seemingly held nothing in its hands, yet it held back the arm of the Paladin with something she couldn't identify. Then the figure parried the blow away in a fearsome burst of strength, and proceeded to destroy the Paladin into a sparking heap of scrap.

They were saved.

Weiss was exhausted from her previous actions, but still expended some effort to glance at the figure that was supposed to be her summon.

It was not the one she was calling for, yet it was the miracle that she sought for.

The said figure was dressed in blue, with silver armor plating and greaves fitting for a knight. The figure didn't appear to be holding any weapon at first glance, yet the hands were clutching onto something she couldn't see. It appeared as though it was made from wind. The figure had a hood on and currently had its back toward her. But what really made the figure stand out the most was its aura. It was not the Aura that protects huntsmen and huntresses, but the aura of authority and power. Not unlike a king.

While Weiss was contemplating what she had actually summoned instead, the figure turned around and paused for a bit upon meeting her eyes. She couldn't really see the figure's face, except for the eyes.

They were bright green eyes, filled with resolve. Weiss was mesmerized by them.

Then it spoke the words that she will never forget in her lifetime.

"I have answered for a call for help. So I ask of you: Are you my Master?"

The night seemingly stood still upon those spoken words.

To my readers, this is my first time writing and I am hoping to keep up this story going. I can foresee several specific endings to this, but it is still open-ended as far as I am concerned. Please leave a review if you can and thank you for reading this.