The Plight of a Hero

The Plight of a Hero

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Last published Sun, May 30, 2021

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A silhouette of a young man could be seen through the purple fog. His features could be seen clearly with every passing minute; his eyes shone brilliantly with cold and unforgiving strength through the haze, confusing the students of U.A. Who- are you? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Art does NOT belong to me. Please do not plagiaries my story. If you want to take inspiration from what I wrote, please dm me and ask for permission. Because of the nature of my story, certain events in this timeline have been changed/edited to fit the narrative of the story. Also... not everything is as it's seen/read. CURRENTLY ONGOING MAJOR EDITING SPREES (WATCH OUT FOR AUTHOR'S NOTES!)

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