The Quest : MHA fantasy au

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Chapter matched with Teir Abhaile Riu by Celtic woman. 

If you would like to listen to a playlist that matches the story it is 'Mha Fantasy AU' by Dumbass system' on spotify. 

Not my playlist so credit fully goes to the creator! 


https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4BCNm7Fz4tyzAQnaPhwovV

And with that, let's start the scroll shall we?

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He pulled his door closed, slowly and quietly as to not wake his mother. It was, unfortunately, one of those heavy, wooden doors. Probably made out of oak, red wood at finest, but so annoyingly heavy.

If you don't hold it all the way closed then it would slam and shake the whole house, waking his mother and alerting her of his morning activities. Which would not be good. She would worry about him too much, deny his permission to go out so early.

"What if there are poachers izuku? kidnappers?! Oh my poor baby, i don't know what i would do if you got caught"

Story's can start off in various ways, the character waking up, going for a walk lost in thoughts, or the most popular throwing the characters into immediate action, with fighting and dragons and fire. Not this story, no. Our story starts off a little bit different than the rest.

Our story starts off in a small town, actually a town is pushing it, a small village. The village was named Viermur and although it was small, every town in the kingdom of Toshironi had a backstory to its name. This small village was named after a brave soldier who fought in the first war, a war where allies turned to enemies and enemies turned to allies.

A small cottage sat on the outskirts of the village, squished slightly by the conjoining houses. You had to pass it to enter the village, drawing people in with the warm, nostalgic smell of a freshly baked pie. Fresh bread and steaming hot cookies. A small drift of coffee and a warm scent of herbal tea. Not many people came until lunch, except the morning comers for breakfast. That was how the Midoriya's liked it.

The Midoriya family have been bakers since the early days, people from all over come to try their famous breads and pastries. It was how they were taught as a young child, but Izuku wanted something more.

Izuku wanted adventure and quests, to be the kings messenger at best. Izuku wanted to go out and see the world that he lived in. Don't get him wrong, he loves his mother and the life that she brought him up in, he knows how to cook an how to bake. Izuku knows the basics of hunting and training. He knows how to survive.

But he wanted more.
Izuku wanted to live.

He's been doing this for years, his mother didn't have to know about every single thing he does. She still doesn't know about the bullying. What's another secret?

His breath lingered in the air as he gently heard the door click with a small groan, not loud enough for his mother to hear. She was only human after all, no matter how good her senses are. Izuku blames it on mothers worries.

Carrying his shoes in his bag he silently walks down the stairs, making sure to avoid all of the creaks that he has memorised since he started doing this and heads for the door.

The same routine with the front door as his bedroom door, he slowly pulls the handle and hears it click. With a happy sigh, and most of the tension melting off of his shoulders, izuku shuffled his bag around on his back and gets started on the walk towards the edge of the wood.

He could hear the birds, the wind, his feet as the small rocks from the path stick to the bottom of his bare soles.

The village was quiet at this time in the morning, no people bustling around like they would do in the high heat of the afternoon sun.