The Archer

Perfection. Perfection is all they ever wanted. Expections were to be reached and you hoped once they were achieved you could be free. But it never happened. You fell into a trap. The world went blind in your eyes and you hoped someone would open them back up. Give you the hope you lost in the abyss of ghosts and fakes. And it happened. Your first bow filled a part of that gap. Your first shot opened your eyes. Those ghosts turned into people and those fakes became your heroes. But as the world evolved so did you. You became determined you break free from the grasp they held on you. Task after task and your mind found a resolve. To become the hero you searched for.

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My Hero Academia IS NOT OWNED BY ME! Never will be so yeah! This is PURELY fanfiction (that's obvious)