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Midoriya

Middle ages or Medieval Period  476 AD to late 1500's (around the fall of if the Wetern Roman Empire into the emergence if the Renaissance and the Age of Discovery)

Knight bakugou and midoriya was taking a walk through  the castle, You see they had a special bond that no one knows about, if anyone found out they would go straight to hell for Commenting a sin to god or something worse. Death.

It was a little after noon when we got to the field, there was a pond. We’d walked, as we’d done so many times before, from our little place tucked away beneath the trees. The morning had been cool and wet, but the rising sun was already burning away the dew. We walked past home after familiar home, pointing out our favorites like we always did. Though we hadn’t been inside any of them, we would miss them all the same. We’d miss their coziness and the way they made us feel when we imagined the lives and the love of the families who warmed them.

When we finally reached the field, we started walking the loop encircling it. The field was typically beautiful, even on bad days. But on this day it was radiant and brimming with life, giving us a twinge of sorrow. Ducks flew in and landed softly on the pond. Children played along the path with thier sticks and rocks. We hadn’t said much.

“What are you thinking?” knight bakugou asked me.

“I’ll miss this place. Our home, this neighborhood, these walks. Our friends and our church. I’ll miss our life here.”

You didn’t say anything for a while, and we kept walking.

“I know. I’ll miss it too. It’s been such a sweet, sweet time of life. But I’m excited for what’s next. And I’m hopeful. When we came here we knew no one, remember? And look at our lives now.” 

“You’re right,” bakugou said. “I just hate to leave it, that’s all. It’s just so full, so good.”

We strolled a little bit further until we got to our tree. There were many trees in the field, but this one was legendary. The giant willow oak towered beside the water some 70 feet in the air, its long branches stretching out another 50. It was the crown jewel of the land, and the quiet, shaded space beneath its splendor had always been one of our favorite spots. 

We looked around walked hand in hand around the base of the tree clockwise, staring up into the canopy to watch the leaves dance in the light.  Then you turned and hugged me. I pulled you close with my arm and kissed your cheek, just below your eye. It was damp and cool to my lips and it smelled just like fall. I held you, and in the midst of the lively sounds of the land, it seemed to me that our lives unfolded before me like a song rising from silence. It was, in my ears, a deep, bittersweet music of beauty and joy and sorrow.

The kind of song that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. At first I heard our lives as they had been in that place—the harmony of those precious memories we treasured and would for a long time. But then I heard the song of our lives as they would be. I heard our sobs. I heard our laughter. I heard the voices of our children playing in the yard. 

I didn’t want to let go, for the song seemed more dear to me than any I had ever heard. But I did. After that we walked home in silence, the light of the day fading as we went. We dared not speak, but only listened—we listened for the last song of our lives in that place, falling on us like the leaves that floated down from above. 

That was before we were sentence to death, in the fall of that year.