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In the past, there was a scientific phenomenon that shifted the very course of the modern world, the ability that gives a person supernatural abilities, two hundred years ago, there existed a child that was able to emulate light from their body which cause the world to go into chaos. Ever since the discovery of this child there were numerous cases similar to this occurred all over the world, eventually all new-borns were born with abnormal powers or to carry physical aspects such as pink or green skin colour or to be born with horns.
Some called it the act of God, that the creator has allowed the wish of mankind to become great again, those who were religious began to scorn and condemn those who were born with 'unholy' features. But some believed it was due to a disease that was transmitted from mice. But it was unable to be reversed, this change in humanity became permanent, at first it was difficult for humans to become accustomed towards this new chapter of the world, and so they called these scientific phenomena: Quirks.
But these miracles weren't blessings in any form. To others they were nothing but a curse. Some Quirks altered the bodies of their hosts, those Quirks would morph them into beings with animal like features; avian, marine, etc. hell, there was even people that had features of dinosaurs. But others allowed them to alter their bodies, to generate and control elements.
Due to people believing that they are superior to the rest of people, a new form discrimination appeared, towards those who have disfigurement that is perceived as villainous, and those who are considered to possess 'weak' powers from their Quirks, and those who are Quirkless. Quirkless it's the state of what humans originally were before the incident, but they were pitied no matter what they do in order to prove that they are on the same level as those who carry Quirks. To some… Quirkless humans were nothing but a dying breed of humans that those who possessed Quirks wanted to be culled.
Despite the laws have been made, people will still laugh, mock, scorn and abolish those who are more different; they would choose those who possessed Quirks that have Quirks that be perceived as villain-like; to control others, to possess acid abilities… or. to just appear to be 'menacing' they were perceived as beings of evil. But most of all everyone would torment the Quirkless. Some believe that those who carry Quirks are afraid, afraid that this means their lives of power will come to an end one day.
When the sound of the bell echoed throughout the halls of Aldera Middle school, signalling that the school has reached its conclusion for the day. Midoriya Izuku; a young teenager and Quirkless individual, immediately stood up and gathered all of his things and leaves the room without haste. However, when trying to avoid several of his classmates... but that failed when an explosion was heard behind him. Bakugou Katsuki... his former childhood friend and current bully.
The blonde haired teen was charging at him with his usual anger towards the greenette. His palms igniting from the sweat, activating his Quirk: Explosion. Normally; the usage of Quirks is forbidden for those who don't have specialised permits, but the teachers at this school just don't care particularly towards Izuku. Since he is the only one who is Quirkless they just couldn't care for what happens to him. They allowed endless discrimination; verbal, physical, psychological abuse onto him from students and even take part in it as well if they need a punching bag.
"DEKU!!!" Katsuki yells charging towards him "get your Quirkless ass over here!"
He ran as fast as he can through the courtyard, then he heard seven more explosions echo throughout the area, trying to find its target. It was as if the explosions were swearing at what would happen to him, Izuku runs into the forest and keeps on running, everyone has been told to stay away from the forest due to that there is the possibility that Villains could be hiding deep within the forest but to Izuku; hiding in a forest with the potential for villains is better off that confronting Bakugou Katsuki.
As he runs without caring how deep he ran in the woods, he stumbles onto an outgrown root and falls down the hill, endlessly falling. When he realized that he stopped he saw a building with overgrown plants on it looking around and when he still hears the sound of explosions throughout the area. The boy runs towards the building hoping that it'll provide the sanctuary that he desires. The door was old and heavy but after persistently pushing it the door eventually gives to Izuku's weak body strength as it opens barely enough for him to get inside the building. When he squeezes into the building the door slams shut behind him.
"Calm down Izuku... calm down, remember what mom says: breath in.... breath out...." Izuku says as he repeats the same instruction repeatedly, he looks around the deformed building and notices that there were no signs of life or that no one has entered this building in a hundred year. It was amazing that the simple building was still standing, from what he can remember there was a fight with a disbanded villain organization once existed in this part of Masfutu before the lands natural vegetation took over, but it was amazing it still existed. He waited to listen in case if anyone was in the building, listening carefully but when he hears nothing except from the occasional footsteps from the mice that live here, as his natural curiosity overwhelms himself, he decided to explore the unknown building.
When exploring the building, all he found were old books that were on the verge of being dissolved by the constant rainfall, 'the roof must have a leak or something' Izuku thought as he searches throughout the other rooms. After searching the house all he saw was nothing much damaged clothes, ruined books and old electronic appliances that was from a hundred years ago. Then he decided to look into the closet when he opened it there was nothing but an old mop and bucket, but when he looked over to the right, he saw a trap door to a possible cellar.
Pausing for a moment thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen if he were to open the trap door to the cellar, murdered victims... kidnapped victims... torture equipment... illegal drug cartel... the possibilities are endless inside Izuku's mind, but he goes against all his better judgement he grabs the latch of the trap door and pulls it, to find a ladder. Securing that the door doesn't fall and leaves him trapped inside of it.
When he climbs down the ladder, he sees that the cellar was in a better condition than the upstairs, there wasn’t even any form of mold, flooding, or anything hazardous in any form, there was three bookshelves that decorated the left side of the room while there were two desks, the one closest to the book shelves just had badly hand written notes on things that he can't make heads or tails out of it due to the language being written is English. While the other desk was full of tools, cracked crystals that lost their colour and a strange gauntlet.
Sighing that he can't read the pages he turns to the bookshelf that's behind the pages, looking through the volumes to find a book that may have the answers to explain what this place truly is. He initially assumed these were a Quirk study from when Quirks were originally discovered, when he grabbed a book and read the cover:
"The Principle Theory of Magecraft."
‘Wait.... what!? Magecraft... what the hell is this stuff’ Izuku's brain is trying to understand what this book is even about, he almost believes that it was created by some weirdo but there's volumes of these Magecraft books and the different varieties of each one: Runes, Astrology, Conversion of Elements and Elements and Origins. Some of this doesn't even make any sense, when he sees the patterns in the open space, the simple but elegant patterns that are carved into the ground putting the book back into the shelf, the casing of the shelve nicked him by giving him a splinter, waking away so that none of his blood stains the bookshelves, pulling it out before any infection can happen from the antique bookcase. As he pulls the splinter out of his index finger a few drops of blood escape his pierced flesh as it scatters across the sigil.
Then the sigils etched onto the ground slowly begins to light up, as the crimson red illuminates the darkened room, shielding his eyes away from the gradually growing light. He could only hope that he didn't awaken a Demon or worse the devil... shaking these foolish thoughts that emerge as countless theories emerge from his mind, he keeps his eyes shielded from the growing light. He can only pray Bakugou doesn't notice this light and do what he always does to relieve his anger.
When the light died down, he lowered his arms to find a young girl in front of him slightly older than himself... perhaps around the age seventeen, she has long blonde hair and her kind and gentle green eyes. The unknown girl donned a white leather European medieval soldier tunic like dress, a grey trapper hat, black tights, and knee high boots as she held a staff on her hand. Her aura was nothing but blissful peace. The girl seemed surprised that the boy was in front of her as if she was expecting someone else but looked around to find that it was just her and him and then noticed the room they were in and accepted it as if it was a normal thing. She… she didn’t seem like a demon, when compared to some of the anime that he has watched before… her form seemed to be human, but he can tell she was anything but one.
Izuku couldn't help but to be enthralled by her beauty, it was inhuman that this person was in front of him was a being of beauty. A blush creeps up on his face turning him into a practical Christmas tree which causes the demon to giggle at the sight of it. Attempting to shake the blush away from him as his face dyes down to its freckled pale face that is slightly pink.
"Hello there! I'm called Artoria, and I'm a Caster..." the blonde girl said as a blush creeps up onto her face as she gets embarrassed from the informal introduction "to tell you the truth, I really don't get this Servant thing. But if mere Magecraft can be of help to you, then please make use of it as much as you wish." She smiled at the boy, ignorant of the reason why the boy in front of her has the blush on his face.
"Eh!?"
And that was when they first met, the two people who had only just met… will both experience a journey of both joyous memories and tragic fallings… will one day trust each other with their very beings begins.