Where I go, will you still follow? ]BNHA[

0|| The Wanderer

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=START OF BOOK ONE=
The Witch and the Wanderer
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And then she woke up.

Uraraka suddenly sat up in her bed, sweat running down her face as she panted. The brunette couldn't exactly pinpoint what kind of nightmare she just experienced, but the feeling of missing something pervaded her heart. As if she had forgotten some crucial part of living, and it laid somewhere off in the distance.

It had been this way for as long as she could remember, and her mother seemed to think the same. The call of the chickens and Cockerells outside the window plucked her from this dismal thinking, and reminded her to pull off the gloves she slept in.

Ochako quickly threw on a shirt and some battered overalls, tying back her hair so she could put a sunhat over it. Her clothes were frayed from years of use, and despite being hand-me-downs the girl pulled them off as if they were her own. Her feet warped the wood panelling of her home as she ran down the stairs, each step creaking and bending beneath her weight as its age struggled to hold up against her energy.

Uraraka scanned each room of her modest home, from the wooden beams supporting their upstairs, to the pantry that held their breads, cheeses and salts, and every downstairs nook in search of her parents, until the click of their front door clued her in on her father.

"There you are!" The teen quickly embraced her dad excitedly, letting him go only so they could speak face to face "I was looking all over for you! Tell me she hasn't left yet? Can I go with her? Pleeaaaaase? Ill-" Her senseless ramblings were put to rest by the man's laughter.

"Of course you can, your mother left not too long ago. If you run, I'm sure you can catch up to the cart." The older man smiled as he watched his daughter sprint off to fasten her boots to feet, her infectious smile warming his heart. "You really love going to the town don't you?"

"It's so cool! Last time I went there, the bakers boy told me all about the legends in the great ancient kingdom!" Mr Uraraka chuckled, tilting his head slightly.

"Oh? And has Mononosuke been there?" He continued to laugh as the girl before him pouted, her face flushing red in embarrassment.

"No, I know they're just stories and legends, but the idea of a massive iron city in the sea filled to the brim with ancient weapons is just so....."

"Romantic." Her father finished her sentence as she finally got her boots on, getting up to look for her small coin stache.

"What? No, how can I be in love with a city!" She pulled up their rug, pulling a small bag of coins from beneath it and heading back to her dad and the door.

"Romantically, like having an idealised look on the world you dummy" The man kept smiling fondly as his daughter learned a new word, taking her hat for himself. "I'm gonna need this, I'm working on the crops today and it's hot."

"You totally made that up, and that's my hat!" She smiled in disbelief, but if she wanted to catch up with her mother and the cart she would have to leave now. She waved goodbye, listening in to her fathers final words while she ran.

"Go bring back some wonderful stories baby!" The girl laughed at his comment, dirt crunching beneath her feet as the morning sun hit her body. She kept running down the path through their wheatfields that lead to their house, the small wooden cart in the distance signifying her destination.

Uraraka wouldn't deny her family wasn't particularly well off, barely scraping by each harvest and having to take on odd carpenting jobs to get by. They couldn't afford many luxury items or incredible foods. But the tales they all would come across seemed to bring great joy. When she was little, the girl would bring home all sorts of stories and revel in how they made her family smile. Maybe that was what she felt she was missing in life. A chance to be one of those tales.