The Quest : MHA fantasy au

The bunny, the witch and the knight

Chapter matches with and soldier poet king by the oh hellos 

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

(T.W mention of sickness and vomiting)

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His face was gaunt, sickly looking and pale. Izuku noticed the handkerchief in his hand the moment he smelt the blood that came off of it.
He looked like a skeleton. As though he came back from the dead. The war must have taken more out of him than people thought. The images in the books depicted him as strong and beefy. Confidence radiation off of his body in strong waves. and a large smile plastered across his face.
Now, he looks like a shell of his former self.

The blonde looked at him, high on his throne, looking so regal yet so weak at the same time.
He opened his mouth, coughing into his handkerchief before smiling largely down at Izuku.

"Are you ready my boy?"

Izuku looked around for a moment, making sure that the king was talking to him before replying.

"ready for what?.. y-your highness."

The king smiled kindly down at him, eyes dark with hundreds of sleepless nights and millions of sight's that no-one would wish upon anyone to see.

"A quest"

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He had everything, he was ready. Although he was nervous, Izuku was ready to make the world a better place, in fact, he was determined. He wanted to get his mothers bakery on the map, he wanted to go down in history as a hero, even if he helped a little bit.

So Izuku set off, the door creaked open as his irises shrunk at the morning light.

The sunlight shone through the trees as though they were on fire, licking the leaves and pines with golden honey that splattered on the ground in clumps of canary.

Dried pines crunched under bright red boots as Izuku strayed from the path leading into town, instead taking a more overgrown route, hopefully he could find some blackberries on the way, extra breakfast snack.

"Stay Safe izuku!" His green hair bounced as he turned back to his home, waving frantically to his mother before heading back in the direction he was going.

"I will mom don't worry! I love you!" That was the last Inko Midoriya heard from her son for a few months, and although she had full faith in her son, she couldn't help but worry.

She had no way to contact him, no way to get in touch. Her map of where he was headed was placed flat against the table, every morning she would see where izuku guessed he would be.

1 week : forests for miles, Inko hoped that he wouldn't encounter any monsters out in the wilderness like that.

2 weeks : he would hopefully be crossing near the town Alensir, another fighter who died tragically after killing a dragon that was terrorising the nearby villagers.

Maye he would be able to stock up there, Inko had given him a quarter of her saving for this trip, even though he refused relentlessly.

Week 3 : Back into the forest.

Inko didn't know whether or not he was keeping up with his schedule, was he eating right? was he malnourished? He had trained a lot for this trip, once he got the letter he was out every single day, he would hardly eat, only one piece of bread a day. Of course after a week of this Inko had sapped some sense into him after coming home looking deathly pale and a little sickly.

He spent the rest of the day tucked up into bed, with lot of soup to regain his energy. Inko hoped that it would teach him a lesson, he would be eating right out there, picking up any fruit or berries he could find, storing them or eating.