No update for Stark today. I wanted to try something new.

I've never done a crossover before, so I figured I'd mix together two of my favourite franchises, RWBY and Fate.

I'll probably work on the first five chapters and then go back to Stark for a while.

Also, fair warning: There's a lot more RWBY than Fate; the concept of the Holy Grail War and the Servants are pretty much the only thing from that franchise in here. The rest is either RWBY or my own ideas.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Fate of All Fools

Chapter 1: Saber

The world had ended.

There was no other way to describe the horrific scene that lay ahead. The piercing howls of a never-ending winter roared through the endless sky, covered in thick, heavy clouds that banished the sun forever. A thunderous blizzard covered all in its cold embrace. Mountains and great cities lay in ruin, their former majesty desecrated by the weathering and torment of eons. Towers of lifeless, broken bodies lay all around, as far as the eye could see, salting the earth with cold, scarlet blood. There was no screaming, no crying, and no mourning. Those things had died with civilization.

Amidst the despair stood a lone knight. The perilous cold of the blizzard seeped through his armour and bit into his flesh. His body was wracked with the scars and wounds of a thousand wars. However, he felt no pain. What did torment him was the thing he held in his hand.

Raising it, he glanced at the great sword, shining with a rare brilliance that illuminated the darkened skies. Its name resonated within the depths of his mind.

Myrtenaster.

The sword felt so…wrong in his hands. This is not mine, he thought, despairing. It should belong to someone else. It belongs to her.

He turned his gaze to the robed figure who knelt in front of him. His enemy. The one who'd caused him so much suffering. But he had chased him all across this accursed world, and bested him…and now his foe knelt there, at his mercy. Alone. Battered. Defeated.

A dark veil prevented him from seeing their expression, but it was clear they were shaking in terror. Indeed, like any other man, he felt the overwhelming fear that came before death. Calmly and methodically, the knight raised the cursed blade, and prepared to perform the fatal swing.

The knight did not pity his enemy. Rather, he felt only envy.

The enemy's suffering was at its end. But his would continue into eternity. Even now, the whispers of his fallen comrades rode on the wind to his ears.

This will be enough, he thought to himself. It will have to be enough.

Taking a deep breath, he swung the sword…

"Jaune Arc!" The voice snapped him back to reality.

"Hrm? Wuzzat?" Jaune muttered sleepily, rubbing his eyes. Glancing around, he saw his classmates all staring at him with a mixture of irritation and amusement. It seemed he'd fallen asleep in class.

The bleak scenery he'd just witnessed still remained fresh in his mind. The cold, the despair, he could still feel all of it. That same dream again, huh…?

"Jaune!" Professor Goodwitch repeated herself with a scowl on her face. "Pay attention in class or you will be sent to detention!"

Jaune sighed. "Y-yes, professor…" he muttered meekly.

The rest of the class passed in a blur. None of Professor Goodwitch's lectures registered in his brain. All he could think about was that dream. That was the fifth time, I think. He'd had the exact same dream over and over for the past week.

In his position, anyone else would think they were crazy. But Jaune knew he wasn't crazy. In fact, he was the exact opposite.

"Class dismissed!" Goodwitch called out as the bell rang. "Please remember to actually do your homework this time, students!"

Finally. Jaune got up, strapped on his backpack, and walked into the hallway. His heart was filled with excitement as he thought of what was waiting for him at home.

"Hey, Jonny-boy, ya snored off in class again?" Cardin, the pug-faced school bully, sneered at him. "Be careful, someone might knock your ass out while you aren't looking!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm really terrified of you," Jaune sighed, waving his hand. He really was not in the mood to deal with the bully today. "I think I might catch your head lice if I get too close to you."

Sneering, Cardin retaliated in the only way a thick-headed brute like him could: shoving Jaune into the wall, sending his books scattering across the floor. A couple of students laughed at the spectacle; the humiliation of Beacon Academy's worst student was the one thing that could unite the whole school.

His face burning in embarrassment, Jaune hastily picked up his belongings and ran out of the building as fast as he could.

They all think they're so tough. Jaune gritted his teeth. We'll see who's pushing who around soon.

Hailing a bus, he soon found himself standing outside the shabby two-story apartment that he called home. Before he could enter, a loud crash came from the second floor, and a wave of smoke flowed out of the window.

A young girl ran out of the building, covered head to toe in ash. "Oooooh my god, oooooh my god…" she muttered, dusting herself off in a comical manner. "Was the engine supposed to explode like that?"

"Hey, Ruby," Jaune greeted his next-door neighbour. "How's your project going?"

"Oh, y'know, uh…working on it," Ruby Rose laughed awkwardly, before bursting into a brief coughing fit. "Um, I mean, this is only the third time I've almost died, so, uh, I think I'm making some progress."

"Well, you didn't burn the place down this time," Jaune agreed. "Hope you manage to complete it next time."

He meant it. Fifteen-year old Ruby's eccentricity would irritate most people, but it was very refreshing to Jaune. He hadn't really had many friends before she'd moved into the room next to him. She was somewhat of a machinery fanatic, and was obsessed with making her own machine. Specifically, she wanted to design some sort of high-tech weapon. "If it's not badass, it's not worth designing!" was pretty much her motto. It was a nice idea, but the threat of the building exploding from her experiments somewhat diminished it.

Ruby claimed her dream was to get accepted into the Beacon Academy of Engineering. It was what had started her friendship with Jaune, who went to the same school.

"So Jaune, wanna go for some ice cream?" Ruby suggested. "I can clean up my room after."

Jaune smiled. "Oh. Sorry, but I'm busy right now. Umm…homework."

"Awww, bummer." Ruby sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Well, see you later." She mounted on her bike and went off down the streets. Once she was out of his sights, Jaune quickly entered the apartment and made his way to his room, trying not to breathe in any smoke.

He looked around his place. It wasn't much-just a small kitchen, a bed, and a writing desk. A picture of his parents lay on it. Jaune picked it up, recalling what they'd said before they'd shipped him halfway across the continent of Remnant.

This is for your own good, son. Those secrets aren't for you to know.

Secrets…things they'd tried to keep from him. To make sure their youngest son was safe from what had tormented the Arc family-and many others-for generations.

But Jaune had wanted to know. And so, he'd taken matters into his own hands. He'd visited every museum, every library in the Kingdom of Atlas, looking for answers. He'd forged a transcript to get into Beacon, the most esteemed school in Remnant, all the way over in Vale, just so he could find what he'd been searching for. And he'd found it.

He'd found…the Holy Grail War.

This was his chance to compete in the ultimate battle for glory-and if he won, he could have everything he'd ever wanted. He'd be rich and famous, and he might finally be able to look his crush in the eye...

Taking a deep breath, Jaune picked up a small vial from his desk. It was filled with "Dust", a mysterious substance that few knew existed. But in the right hands, it was capable of earth-shattering feats. He poured some water into the vial, turning the stuff into a viscous red liquid.

It's now or never, Jaune Arc. Time to face your destiny.

Closing his eyes, Jaune reached into the vial, soaking his finger in Dust. He smeared the substance across the floor, trying desperately to remember what that ancient text in the Beacon library had shown him. The right pattern.

"Okay, that should be enough," he muttered. He stretched out his hand, trying to focus all his energy into what came next.

"I call upon the thrones of the otherworldly," he chanted. "To serve my cause, to fulfill my ambition, to acquiesce my every command, I ask of thee, my Servant, to fight by my side in the looming battle.

"To obtain the Holy Grail is to obtain the world. And only the champion and their disciple shall drink of its holy sustenance, and ascend to the higher realms. To this goal, I devote my body, my soul, my mind."

It was going well so far, but Jaune still concentrated. None of this would mean anything if he messed up at the last part.

"Saber. Archer. Lancer. Caster. Rider. Berserker. Assassin. The fates of men lie in thy capable hands. Now, arise, and Serve!"

The moment Jaune said the final word, his room was enveloped in a burst of bright light, knocking him straight into the wall for the second time that day. "Ugh!" he grunted.

Trying to get up, Jaune realized he was shivering. It was cold. That's weird, he thought. It's the middle of June. Did I leave the AC on?

Opening his eyes, Jaune realized he had not left the AC on. Rather, his entire room had been blanketed in snow. A thick, cold mist enveloped the centre, where he'd made his symbol of Dust.

"What the hell?" he muttered. The snow made him shudder, and not just from the cold. It reminded him of his dream. That eternal blizzard, burying the corpses of man….

I don't think that was supposed to happen. Jaune hung his head. "So much for that idea," he sighed. "All those years of planning and all I get is some stupid snow?"

"Well, that's certainly rude to say," came an unfamiliar voice. "Huh?" Jaune looked up in confusion.

The mist slowly cleared away. On top of the sigil stood a beautiful girl, clothed in an elegant dress, with her white hair tied up in a side ponytail. A single scar over her left eye was the sole blemish on her perfect features. In her hand was clasped a silver rapier. The one from Jaune's dream.

"Uh, uh…" Jaune stammered.

"Can you even talk properly?" the girl frowned at him. "Come on, say something articulate, scraggy."

Scraggy?! Jaune scowled at the mystery girl. "Okay, fine! My name's Jaune-Jaune Arc! Who are you, and how the hell did you get in my room?!"

The girl raised her eyebrows. "Are you serious?" she muttered. "You're the one who summons me to this dumpster, and you ask me why I'm here?"

"I…summon…huh? You're-" Jaune stopped midsentence. "No way…you're a Servant?"

The girl sighed. "And at last, realization dawns. Well, even if you're a bit slow, I guess there are worse people I could've ended up with."

She gave a courteous bow. "Call me Saber. As of this moment, you, Jaune Arc, are my Master."