A Long Way from Home

Chapter 1

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.