AN: This is my first story. I would love some constructive criticism but no flames, please!

I don't own the rights RWBY or Percy Jackson, I wish I did, all rights go to Monty Oum and Rick Riordan

I noticed that there are not that many good RWBY and Perseus Jackson crossovers, so I thought that I might add my own fan fiction to these two-amazing fandoms.

"Percy" means speech

'Percy' means thoughts

A Long Way from Home

In an old, barren cave in an unknown location, three old, withered women stood in its center busily working. Clotho, the spinner, who spins the threads of life. Lachesis, the allotter, who decides one's destiny, and Atropos, the inflexible, who cuts the threads of life.

Clotho was holding a spindle, spinning what looks to be strands of thread each thread glowing with ethereal light. Lachesis was measuring the threads, directing Atropos to cut certain threads with her shears now and then. Each time Atropos cut a thread, it would lose its light becoming grey and lifeless as it floated to the ground, and then disappearing in a burst of low light.

"Perseus will be quite furious," Clotho stated. "His presence is necessary to ensure this World survives the nearing war," after giving their actions some thought while spinning a new thread. This one was the color of pink with hints of gold indicating that it was a Child of Aphrodite.

"I agree sister, Perseus is needed in this World," declared Lachesis. She was holding a thread that was deep maroon in color, indicative of a person with an aggressive personality. "We all know that Perseus can't ignore people in need," Lachesis added.

"He will be reluctant to help because of all the prophesies he's already been a part of, " Atropos pointed out. Holding up the shears, Atropos snipped the deep maroon thread causing it to fall to the ground, the gray rapidly overtaking the vibrant maroon that once existed. "He will need to be persuaded, but that will be easy enough and shouldn't derail our plans," she added.

"Then it is decided my sisters, Perseus will be transported to this world to ensure it survives the upcoming war," Clotho proclaimed.

"Agreed," declared Lachesis and Atropos in unison.

Third Person P.O.V

In his eighteen years of life, Percy's life had been anything but normal. Not many, if any, could say they've sailed through the Bermuda triangle, trained an Army, went into and destroyed the labyrinth, fought Titans, and successfully survived the Greek version of hell. All of that can't come close to what was happening to him now. Percy had been sucked into a swirling portal of black, white, and red. Then he suddenly reappeared seconds later one thousand feet above the ground, rapidly headed towards the ground at a breakneck speed. As the ground raced to meet Percy the thought that kept popping into his mind was, "What's wrong with my life."

While Percy was trying to figure out the reason the Fates hated him and the possibility of getting them to forgive him for whatever he had done this time to piss them off, he wasn't paying attention to the most important thing he should be worried about at this precise moment in time. THE GROUND WAS RAPIDLY GROWING CLOSER!

'Think Percy, what would Annabeth do,' he thought to himself.

Trying to think of a solution to his current predicament. He quickly realized that he should check his surroundings to find something that he could use to slow his descent. Luckily, he noticed the lake right under him and thanked the gods for this small gift. He concentrated and caused the water to rush up meeting him half way. He successfully slowed his decent just enough to avoid any injuries. As he reached the ground and took a quick look around, he noticed that he was in a decently sized clearing that was surrounded by beautiful blood red trees and bushes. He also felt a sense of danger in the air.

"That was close." He breathed out with a sigh. "Now to find out where the hades that portal took me."

Percy quickly noticed the chill in the air and wished for a coat, especially when a gust of wind hit his bare skin, sending chills down his spine. As he took a closer look around the clearing, immediately he noticed the fractured moon. "Gods, Artemis really let herself go." He stated, staring up at the fractured moon with a concerned gaze. "I'm definitely not on my Earth but moaning or groaning won't help me get back to camp any sooner."

Percy started walking around intent on finding a way home as fast as possible. He froze when he realized he had no clue how he was going to get back. He sat down, cupping his head in his hands and started to groan out loud "Why do the fates hate me?" Before he got up, he rubbed his forehead to prevent the headache that was developing from the absurdness of his predicament.

"Well I guess I'm just going to have to find a way back to camp." He said, annoyed that he can't seem to ever catch a break from the Fates.

With a goal in mind, Percy decided that the best course of action would be to look for civilization hopefully that would lead him in the right direction to get home. With no direction in mind, he stepped off, hoping to reach civilization before sunrise.

After a few miles of walking, Percy got the feeling that he was being watched by something or someone.

He noticed a little bit of killer intent coming from one of the bushes. He quickly turned so that he was facing toward the bush. As he turned, he simultaneously reached into his pocket and took out his pin, Riptide. He uncapped it to reveal the bronze sword hidden within quickly pointing it at the bush.

The beast hidden in the bushes, realized that it had been noticed and decided to reveal itself by slowly stalking out of the bush growling. The beast was a Bipedal Wolf. The Bipedal Wolf had pieces of white bone protruding from of its body, black fur, and rippling muscles. The most striking feature of this impressive beast were its teeth. Its teeth were sharp enough to cut bone like a hot knife through butter. Percy took note of the two blood red eyes staring at him with unnatural hatred and blood lust.

"Hey there Fido," he taunted prepared to attack. He noticed the wolf was getting ready to lunge forward. He lunged forward first with Riptide in hand and executed a downward slash aimed at the wolfs neck. He hoped to kill it in one swoop. The wolf jumped backward just in time to avoid the downward slash. Then the wolf lunged forward aiming to tear out Percy's throat in one fluid motion. Percy had predicted the wolfs next move. Percy rolled under the wolf as it lunged forward, leaving its midsection vulnerable to Percy's upward slash that bisected the wolf from chest to tail ending the battle in seconds.

"They might look intimidating but there easily killed." He stated while he glanced at the disappearing corpse of the Bipedal wolf. "Easy or not, I hope that was the only one." Percy instantly dropped his hands to his side in frustration when he heard when he heard multiple growls coming from the surrounding bushes and proceeded to face palm. "I just had to jinx it," he groaned, a smile slowly formed on face. "Well I got some stress to relieve, and I believe this is the perfect time to relieve it," Percy surmised. As soon as he finished that statement, more than 20 wolves simultaneously burst out of the bushed aimed to overwhelm him. Percy thought to himself this is going to be an enjoyable fight.

_Time skip_

Percy

"Those things are definitely not Hellhounds but gods there was a lot of them," Percy groaned, limping out of the clearing exhausted and injured from the fighting that had just occurred. He fished into his backpack looking for something, he finally withdrew a plain water bottle. He took the cap off, dumped the water of his head. The water enabled his Son of Poseidon powers to take effect which healed his injuries from the previous battle. Then he exited the clearing to continue his journey. As Percy walked away from the clearing, he saw the corpses of the 30 wolves disappearing. One by one the black wisps floated up from each corpse. The wisp slowly disappeared leaving no trace that the beast ever existed.

As night fell, Percy decided to look for shelter or risk sleeping on the ground which didn't appeal to him at all. He set off to look for some shelter. He quickly realized it was a lot harder to navigate without the luminosity of the moon to light the way through the darkness. Percy spent most of his time stumbling through the darkness until he happened upon a rundown shack surrounded engulfed in trees.

The windows of the shack were boarded up. It looked abandoned and depressed. Percy slowly opened the door to the shack and checked to see if anyone was inside. It was as quiet as the forest that surrounded it. "Thank the gods," he breathed out with a sigh of relief. "I thought I was going to have to sleep on the ground."

He took one last look around outside, stumbled into the cabin with all the grace of a drunken bull. He shambled through the darkness, bumped into multiple objects until he found the light switch. The room lit up with a faded glow from the single light bulb that hung in the middle of the room. Surprised that there was still electricity in the house he glanced around the room until he noticed the soft looking bed in the corner. He stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on it. The bed felt like heaven to his aching and sore muscles. He passed out immediately.

_Next Morning_

Percy

The sun shined on Percy's face. He could hear the chirp of the birds in the forest. As he woke up, he looked around the shack. He didn't immediately remember where he was. Startled he jumped from the bed. "Where am I, and what did I do last night?" Percy asked himself. He massaged his head and tried to alleviate the headache that was forming. Percy took a second glance around at his surroundings and wracked his brain and tried to remember where he was.

Suddenly all the events from yesterday flooded back. Percy remember that he was in an entirely different world with new enemies and no known way to get back home.

Percy picked himself up from the floor but must do it slowly do to the sore muscles before they slowly relaxed once he stretched in the center of the room. Before leaving, he looted the house of anything he could find and then exited the house with another bottle of water and a fresh set of clothes that had miraculously appeared out of thin air but didn't question it. Closing the door behind him, Percy started walking once again in the direction he was headed before discovering the shack. Stopping in a clearing surrounded by tall trees he decided that a view of the area would be a tremendous help. Choosing the tallest tree he could find Percy climbed up to the top of the tree and surveyed the area. He hadn't noticed anything until he heard something that sounded suspiciously like a plane headed in his direction.

Percy looked over in the direction that the plane is headed and spotted what seems to be a massive city with an equally impressive wall surrounding it to keep unwanted guests out.

"Well I guess I found a city," he said happily, glad that he was able to find civilization quite fast. " Now I need to get there without being killed."

Climbing down from the tree, Percy reached the ground, headed in the direction of the city. Suddenly the ground started to shake, and all Percy could see, in the far distance, were trees being toppled over by a tremendous force.

"I think I'm going to go that way." Percy said, pointing in the opposite direction from the falling trees.

Turning around to run, hoping to get out of there as fast as possible before he met whatever was causing the trees to topple over. Before he could take one step, he felt something massive enter the clearing he was in. Turning around slowly he stopped in his tracks upon seeing the cause of all the ruckus.

"You have to be kidding me," Percy's mouth dropped open due to an overload of absurdness. "what are these things eating?"

The cause of his reaction was a massive scorpion, easily sixteen-feet-tall with pieces of white bone that covered most of its body, an enormous stinger hung from a massive tail making up most of its height, two massive claws each the size of a small car stood menacingly in front of it, and eight red eyes each possessing a hate filled glare all aimed at him.

Percy quickly uncapped Riptide and was about to attack it with a slash but before he could do anything the scorpion slapped him away with its tail knocking the air out of his lungs and launching him a fair distance away.

"I'm going to feel that in the morning." Percy breathed out through ragged breaths, trying to get oxygen back into his lungs. "I definitely can't underestimate whatever this thing is." He says, standing up from the sucker punch he had just received from the scorpion.

Percy took a cautious step toward the scorpion but had to quickly jump back to avoid another swipe from the scorpion's tail.

'I have to get rid of that tail if I plan on getting anywhere near it.' Percy determined, while circling around it looking for any weaknesses it had. 'But how would I be able to do that?' he questioned himself.

With a few quick observations he noticed how there seems to be a pattern when the scorpion attacks with its tail. It would raise its tail on either its right or left side depending which way it would attack before finally swiping in the opposite direction in a semi-circle. Using this knowledge, Percy formulated a plan of attack worthy of Athena herself. He saw the scorpion raising its tail to the left and ran to the right and quickly rolled when the tail reached him closing the distance between him and the scorpion.

Now that he was closer to the scorpion, the scorpion could not attack him with its tail. Now that he was closer to the scorpion, the scorpion tried to snap him in half with its claws. Percy attempted to cut off one of its legs with riptide. Riptide collides with one of the bone plating's and bounced off barely even nicking the bone.

"The bone is tougher than the stuff on the wolves." Once he regained his footing, he realized the scorpions had a soft underbelly void of any of the bone armor like the rest of its body. "Well, that could work." He mused.

Percy tapped into father's earth shaker powers and caused a centralized earthquake around the scorpion making the ground and the scorpion to shake throwing it off balance. Percy took the advantage created with the earthquake, he rushed toward the off-balance scorpion which tried multiple times to hit him with its tail but missed every strike.

On the fourth lunge, as soon as the tail passed by, Percy cut the tail and stinger with Riptide the scorpion instantly fell to its side. Then Percy plunged riptide deep into the scorpion's body and channeled earthquakes into Riptide causing the scorpion to be torn apart inside out killing it.

"Whew, that was tough," he sighed. Percy stood next to the corpse of the scorpion and pulled Riptide from its soft underbelly. "I can't underestimate any more of these beasts."

Taking a quick glance around to make sure he wasn't being watched, he turned until he's facing the direction that he had seen the city and started walking in that direction hoping to get there before sundown.

Unbeknownst to Percy something watched him from a distance. It had the appearance of a jellyfish but with a light in the middle of its round forehead. It looked out of place in the forest. It slowly drifted out from its hiding spot behind a tree, the light in the middle of its forehead was blinking rapidly.

"It seems like there is a new piece on the chessboard." A woman's voice echoed from the jellyfish like creature. "But can this pawn be of use or will he need to be disposed of." An evil laugh soon followed and the jellyfish like creatures drifted away.

An: So that's the first chapter guys

Should I continue this story or not?

If you have any questions or advice for me just PM me and I'll try to answer back.

Back to the story though

Should I:

1. Include the Olympians (this means that another character will eventually come to remnant to help Percy return and will most likely be the main pairing)

Or

2. Percy is by himself which means that he will be the only character from his fandom that will be in RWBY and the pairing will be Percy x Ruby

Also, if Percy seems OOC please tell me so that I can fix it in later chapters

Final thing, any story that I start will never be abandoned though I might rewrite them if I lose the point of the story.

Anyway, I'm going to try an omake and tell me if I should continue writing omake's.

Omake: The popsicle sticks of fate

The three fates were crowded around an object, but you wouldn't be able tell what the object was due to how close they were huddled around it. Suddenly they dispersed coming to stand next to each other and the object was discovered to be a plain black plastic cup with what seemed to be popsicle sticks, with the names of various demigods on each stick, inside it.

"Sisters it is once again time to pick which demigod's life we screw up!" Clotho declared with excitement.

"Oh, I just love doing this!" Lachesis said with an evil smile. "Screwing with people's lives is so much fun."

"I hope we don't get Perseus again." Atropos said. "We've gotten him three times already."

"Like that's going to happen again." Clotho said with certainty. "Atropos, it's your turn to draw."

Clotho shook the cup mixing up all the popsicle sticks so that it's random who they pick. Once Clotho is done mixing up the popsicle sticks Atropos walks over to the cup and closes her eyes before reaching into it, searching around and finally withdrawing a random popsicle stick from the pile.

Atropos glances at the popsicle stick a frown developing on her face, before finally reading the name on the stick out loud.

"Perseus Jackson!" She declares.

"What!" The other two yell in shock. "How is that even possible this is four times now!" Clotho yells, a hint of anger could be heard in her voice. "I swear if one of you is rigging the sticks I will find out."

"Guess the popsicle sticks of Fate really don't like him." Lachesis says, a thoughtful look on her weathered face. "What do you think he did?"

"Well the sticks of Fate have decided, so let's start brainstorming ideas of ways we can screw with Perseus." Atropos declares in excitement, already thinking of different ways to screw with Perseus one of her ideas had something to do with a dimension in peril.