𝒉𝖏𝙨 𝒑𝞂𝖏𝙨𝞂𝛈

𝐜𝒉𝝰𝒑𝙩𝒆𝗿 7

Izuku retrieved a piece of paper and a pen and began to write. His words flowed from his heart, each stroke of the pen carrying the pain and frustration he had endured for years. He wanted everyone to know just how terrible his life had been because he was quirkless, and he wanted to make them understand the depth of his resentment.

It took him less than 5 minutes to write the letter. Quickly scribbling down years' worth of his hidden feelings. 

"I hate you all," he mumbled with fierce determination, tears staining the paper as he continued. "You've made my life a living hell because of something I had no control over. One of these days, you will regret what you've done to me."

As Izuku and Tyrell prepared to open a portal to the magical realm, Izuku's determination burned brighter than ever. However, there was one thing he wanted to do before leaving his world behind. He turned to Tyrell and said, "Wait, I need to leave a letter."

Tyrell nodded understandingly, recognising the weight of the situation. "Yeah, man. Take your time."

Once the letter was finished, he placed it on his desk, knowing that it might never be seen by those he intended it for. But it didn't matter. It was his way of leaving a mark, a message that his suffering had not been in vain and that he would no longer be a victim.

With the letter in place, Izuku turned to Tyrell, ready to step into the unknown world of magic and embark on a new path—one where he would stand up for those who had suffered like him and seek justice in a society that had abandoned its ideals.

When they stepped through the portal, Izuku's eyes widened in awe. Everything around him felt similar to Earth but somehow more vibrant and alive. The buildings were grander and certainly more magic-like in some places, the technology seemed more advanced, and there was an undeniable sense of magic in the air.

Izuku could feel the energy surrounding him, and he watched in amazement as small fairies flitted past him, their delicate wings shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow. Astraloria was like a dream come true, a place where magic was not only real but an integral part of everyday life.

Tyrell, who had been through this transition before, watched Izuku's reaction with a knowing smile.

"Welcome to Astraloria, the world of magic, Izuku. It's a place where the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary!" he said performatively earning a laugh from Izuku.

Izuku's gaze darted around, taking in the bustling surroundings. "This place is incredible. It's like a dream."

Tyrell nodded. "The people here will be eager to know about you. You'll find that magic is woven into every aspect of life here, and you have the potential to make a real impact."

Izuku felt a mix of excitement and uncertainty as he looked at this new world before him. It was a realm of possibilities, a place where he could finally begin to forge his own path and make a difference, just as he had always dreamed.

"How about I take you to our kingdom, get you comfortable, and then we can explore?"

"Our kingdom?" Izuku asked.

"Yeah. There are separate kingdoms for creatures and mages of various magic types. For us, it's the dragon kingdom. The biggest one has the most influential royals. Where we are now is the centre of Astraloria, where anyone and everyone lives in the same place. It's where all kinds of mages and creatures live together.

Tyrell turned to Izuku with a mischievous glint in his mismatched purple eyes. With a flourish of his hands, he summoned his own unique magic—dragon wings. From his back sprouted magnificent, blue wings that shimmered in the enchanting light.