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Master Makarov had lost a book.
Well, more of a journal really. A personal project of his. It was a written introduction to Fairy Tail and the types magics that the Guild had come across.
After his near death with Fairy Law, he’d wanted to create something to assist the future generations. Although… it was currently a bit unfiltered.
It had started simple enough. He’d tried to convey the core ideals of Fairy Tail. Then he’d moved to instructions to learn magic and basic spells. Then his own thoughts started leaking in. An anecdote or two. Once he got to the more unique magics it had evolved into full stories, explanations, and theories.
It was actually quite relaxing to deep dive into the nature of magic and how it functions. Even if the original purpose of his writings were a bit muddled. Although that lends into his current problem. He wasn’t exactly selective with what he chose to write down. While he hadn’t written about any of the of the forbidden magics, it was still a large collection. He’d even mentioned the Three Great Fairy Magics (though those pages were enchanted to only be shown to the current Guild Master.)
Now it was missing. Or destroyed. Hopefully.
He had actually just finished with what he was considering the first draft when one of the guild’s minor skirmishes broke out. He had set it down to watch his children and enjoy the chaos.
Then it happened. Magic got involved and a number of crisscrossed spells caused an odd reaction. His journal was caught in the crossfire.
He really was hoping it was destroyed. However, there were no signs of the remains. Lending to the theory that it had been displaced. Lost somewhere in the world.
He scratched his head as he contemplated his predicament.
Then he shrugged.
Well, if it is ever found, all he can hope for is that it’s found by someone who needs it.
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Master Makarov was correct, his journal had indeed been displaced. Although, he had failed to grasp the scope.
The journal hadn’t been just been displaced to another location.
It had been displaced from its dimension entirely.
There it floated, between realms. Drifting the between familiar. Until it started to come across the distinctly unfamiliar.
Eventually it was nudged, nudged by an entity named Fate, into coming into contact with a different plane of existence.
Appearing in open air, it started falling. Its trajectory aligning with the fluffy head of a green haired teenager.
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Izuku Midoriya was having a bad day.
This in itself wasn’t unusual. Ever since his quirkless diagnosis his school days had been less than pleasant. Dealing with bullying took up a majority of his free time.
Today though, today had been particularly bad.
‘Take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in your next life.’
Suicide had always been a hard topic for him. It’s not surprising with the percentages of quirkless suicides so high. He had never considered it personally, but he’d been apart of online quirkless groups. He’d seen goodbye messages from people he’s talked to.
That hurt. More than any physical blow.
Then today, having Kacchan… no, Bakugo, his once friend, encouraged that. It was the final nail. To witness a young, promising kid reduced to the corpse of a person he’d become.
He firmly believed in redemption. But, if Bakugo ever reaches that point. He’s not sure he could ever forgive him.
And didn’t that piss him off. It made him want to rage. Rage against circumstance. Against his place in the world.
But what would be the point in that. He wasn’t dumb, It was these kinda thoughts that made villains. People struggling for one reason or another.
He just wanted to help. To be the hero that saves people with a smile. To give hope.
Yet, he had no power to do anything. This world made it so hard to gain any power to do anything. He was like his notebook, soaking in this koi pond until someone decides to fish it out.
He sighed as he rescued it from the water. Setting it down to dry a bit and glancing about the shaded courtyard.
It was then that Fate intervened and, with a wack, smacked those dark thoughts out of his head.
“Ow, what the hell?!” Grabbing his head he looked down on the offending object. It was a leather bound book that had a strange symbol on the front of it.
He looked up and around to see if he could spot where it came from. However all the school windows were closed, and there was no one around.
Curiously he picked it up and started looking it over. The symbol on the front was both simple and odd. A stylized bird maybe?
Cracking it open revealed it to be a journal. One written in English. He was thankful that he was mostly fluent due to watching All Might’s American interviews.
He flipped to the first page and started reading.
And reading..
And reading…
He was sucked in. Slowly settling on the ground next to the pond as a new world unfolded from the pages.
The outside world was lost to him. Hours passed. He didn’t even flinch as the alert for his HeroNews app went off. Stating that All Might had caught a villain in his area.
The thing that finally snapped him out of it was the lack of daylight making it hard to read.
He looked up, surprised at how late it had gotten. Then he started panicking. Hoping his Mom hadn’t gotten home from her shift yet.
However, even as he runs back home, his mind couldn’t help but wander back to the journal.
It had described a Guild, a Wizard Guild. Full of larger than life characters, found family, heroic actions, and magic.
It had described Fairy Tail.
It was an incredible piece of fiction. Because that’s what it was, fiction. Magic didn’t exist, as much as he wished it did. As much as he enjoyed the story. Longed to have that kind of support for his dream.
Yet something in the back of his mind had shifted slightly. Perhaps a spark of inspiration.
Silence greeted him as he walked into his apartment. His Mom’s shift must have run long. This wasn’t unusual. As a nurse sometimes things got out of hand.
He wandered into his room and put the journal on his desk. After changing, he sat and stared at it. Not really thinking, just in a contemplative mood.
Eventually he picked up his phone and tried looking it up. Wondering if he could get his own copy after finding the owner.
He found nothing. No mention of Fairy Tail, or the Master Makarov who supposedly wrote the book.
He was surprised. It was a fun story. It seems like it would be popular. He supposed it could be a classmates personal project. An aspiring writer or a chuunibyou.
He contemplated as he flipped towards the front end of the book. He landed on the pages detailing the steps to learn magic.
Maybe it was the stress of the day getting to him. Maybe he was looking for something to amuse himself with. Maybe it was desperation for something fantastical to yank him out of this hole of darkness he found himself in.
Whatever it may be, he gathered up his things and headed to a nearby park. By now It was truly dark as he walked to his destination. However, once there, he began to follow the instructions.
Supposedly magic was heavily emotional and required having faith that it will work. Truly believing. For anyone else this would be difficult, yet Izuku had believed for ten years now that he could become a Hero. A feat most seemed to think impossible. Believing in the impossible was Tuesday for him.
Breathing in and out he tried to feel the nature around him. Focusing on the air, the earth, the sounds of nature. Then he had to try and draw in the energy of it using the method in the journal. This would be the Ethernano. The energy that powers magic.
He fell into this meditative state for a bit. Just breathing and focusing on the task. Gaining a feeling of calm. Even if it doesn’t work out he should consider meditating more often. Although that calm was shattered when he felt something.
He was so shocked that he stopped concentrating.
He took a shaky breath, anticipation churning in his gut. Slowly he began to concentrate again.
There it was. That feeling. He was actually drawing something into himself.
Stopping, he used his phone flashlight to look at the next steps. Bringing the Ethernano and his spirit together to perform magic. Picking a simple flame spell he began the process of casting it.
He slowly used the fuel that he brought into his body, mixed it with this hope that always drove him. Then gave it intent. Opening his hand he gazed at the results.
Sparks, he had caused sparks.
HE HAD CAUSED SPARKS!
Laughter bubbled out from his lungs. Deep and exhilarated. Escalating towards manic.
Eventually he calmed down. Though the possibilities ran rampant in his mind.
Magic was real, and he could use it. He, him, Deku, could use it. The one called useless.
This changed everything. He had a path he could follow. A means to achieve his dream. The small glimmer of hope had burst to life.
He looked down at the journal in his hands. Possibly now his single greatest possession.
Now he had even more questions about it. First of which, how it had gotten here? Did Master Makarov lose it? What would he do with it? Was it unfair to keep it to himself? Should he share this?
A buzzing interrupted his mind. Looking at his phone he realized his Mom had gotten back and was worried about where he was.
After letting her know he’d be back soon, he slowly began walking.
Something new made him pause.
Fairy Tail was real.
A new feeling manifested, a bittersweet one. He wished he could meet them. Be apart of the stories he read. See the chaos they create. Get to know them. Find a place to belong.
He thought about that as he reached his apartment steps.
They were clearly not from this world. Too many differences. He had read that they had crossed dimensions before. So somehow they’d lost this journal in this one. The cultural differences alone.. like the fact that Guilds aren’t typically a thing now and days. The closest thing to it are Hero Agencies…
Oh…
Now that was an interesting thought. He can’t meet the original Fairy Tail. That much is for certain. But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t create a place like it. Consider it a branch office. A place to gather likeminded souls who seek that same connection.
He wanted to be a Hero like All Might. He will always aspire to be that. But, he was more of a solo Hero. A single pillar. One that was getting old and cutting back on his hours.
Fairy Tail was a place to grow and support others. He wondered if it could be a foundation.
A smile grew on his face as he stepped into his apartment.
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Inko Midoriya was currently fretting at the dining table as her son walked in.
Racing over she looked over him quickly and her anxiety was replaced by shock.
He looked.. happy. Happier than she’d seen in a long, long time.
“Mom, I need to show you something.”
Watching as he cupped his hands together she never expected what happened next.
Sparks danced in his palms.
Slowly she looked into his tear filled eyes.
Then she passed out.
When she came to, she was on the couch. On the floor in front of her was her son, in a meditative pose, and lightly glowing green.
A gasp escaped her breath, gaining his attention.
The glowing stopped as he turned towards her. Worry filling his eyes.
“You ok?” He asked.
“I’m fine, but you. You have a quirk.” She whispered softy. Tears began leaking down her face as he grabbed her hands.
He was smiling again, although there was a bit of hesitancy which confused her. “I-It’s not exactly-really a quirk.”
Her brows drew together in confusion. “Then what exactly is it?”
Izuku opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
“I- how do I- hm- there’s no sane way to say this. Um, it could possibly- maybe- be considered to be called.. magic.” He cringed inwards. It was worse to hear it said aloud.
Inko blinked once, then twice. She could see in his eyes that he believed it. So she slowly nodded. “Ok, and how did you come across this ‘magic’?”
“Oh with this.” He showed her a book with a weird symbol on it. He then explained how he came across it and what was written in it. All the while creating sparks in his hands.
“Alright, but what exactly does this mean?”
He smiled, really smiled.
“It means-“ the sparks were increasing in frequency until they condensed to create a small flame.
“I can become a Hero.” The light of the flame reflected in his eyes.
Tears ran down her cheeks at this revelation. Her son could finally achieve his dream.
She’d always regretted her initial reaction to his diagnosis. Never able to fix what her words did. But this. This was a chance.
She cupped his cheek and softly confirmed what she should have all those years ago. “You can be a Hero.” She then brought him into a hug.
Something cracked in him at those words. The assurance. Tears spilled from his eyes as he began sobbing into her shoulder. All the while she kept whispering those words over and over.
After a while they separated. Eyes so red and puffy they both chuckled at how they looked.
She looked over at him, “have you eaten?”
A large growl answered her question causing them to laugh.
They got up and he assisted her in making katsudon in the kitchen. Eventually they sat down and ate in a comfortable silence. Both processing the day.
Eventually they finished and as he gather the bowls she spoke, “what are your future plans now?”
His gaze drifted to the ceiling for a moment before he spoke. “Train, see what magic can do, what are its limits. My goal hasn’t really changed. I have four years until I can apply to U.A. Then become a Hero. Although I did pick up another long term goal.”
“Oh?”
He grinned. “Yeah, it’s a bit of a Fairy Tail but I think I can do it.”