My Hero Academia: Central America, Tale of Two Heroes

(Revised) Chapter 1: Start of the Journey

Several years ago, a child was born radiating light, after that, reports of people with superpowers began popping up across the globe. No one knew what was causing these abilities to develop in people. Soon enough, the supernatural became the norm, the impossible now possible. Dreams became reality. The world had become a superhuman society, with about 80% of the population possessing some sort of uncanny ability. Our streets look like something straight out of a comic book. A city swirled in chaos and confusion, a new profession dominated our collective conscience. It was an age of heroes. Heroes fight against villains who abuse their powers for evil.

However, as we soon found out, not all men are created equal. Across the globe each nation had a mass majority of the population developing an ability called a quirk. All except for one, here in Central America, this upbringing was the start of a never ending nightmare. The street were immediately destroyed and chaos filled each and everyone's lives. Our society turned into a very unforgiving reality. Murders, looting, even mass genocide was lurking around every corner of this country. Each and every day, the people looked unto their faiths and prayed for an end of this nightmare.

In the end, Heroes arose from the shadows and brace themselves to fight this unwinnable war. In a land where over 40% of our population were quirkless and the villain-to-hero ratio was more than 10 to 1, these brave Heroes brought light into our darkness. Among these heroes was a mysterious man who wore a luchador mask, Senior Fuerte, became our symbol of hope. Eventually, his actions inspired every nation to provide aid to our people in our most desperate time.

Along with our much needed aid, the world's strongest countries sent willing volunteer Heroes to assist in bringing peace to our lands. Among these brave souls, few became living legends to their nations. The greatest among them was the Japanese hero: All-Might - the Symbol of Peace. From North America: The True American - Dream. From South America: The Solar Hero - Ra. From Russia: The Mother's First Born Son - Grand Frost.

Within a year upon their arrival, the long awaited light that we've been praying for finally returned and shone onto our land once again. The war came to an end, and our long desired peace had arrived. With help from all the other nations, they placed the villains who no longer had the will to fight into their prisons. They also provided our country the means to raise proper heroes of our own.

Now, our society has finally stabilized, and the next generation of Heroes will now rise to carry on the will of our past saviors into the future. However, there will forever remain lingering shadows hidden all throughout our country, waiting to raise up again. Oh, by the way, this is the story of how we became our country's symbol of peace.

Winter Zacatecas, Mexico:

"Wakey, Wakey, Lemon peppered eggs and turkey baky~!"

Uhh~ why must she always make such blatant lies every morning? The air was cold and lacked the smell of which she'd just described. Regardless of her compulsive lie, Lexi was still jumping about as cheerfully as a kid who threw their Ritalin straight in the face of their doctors and chugged highly concentrated sugared lemonade. Looking at the clock, it was just about 6:30 in the morning and I was beginning to stretch my stiff body as I slowly got out of my spot on the floor.

"Come on~! Or we'll be late for school~!"

This hyperactive cute green-haired girl is my closest (And pretty much only) friend. Her name is Alexis Delarosa, she hopped around in her fangirl light blue hoodie she's recently bought and long worn-out blue pants. Her green hair reached down to her neck and she wore Japanese pin thingy on her head designed to look like her favorite hero in the world, The Animal Queen, Matador. The design on her hoodie was a full art design of this hero as well. She wore running sneakers that were pink that had long since lost it's color.