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The fount of knowledge, the virtue of knowledge among the five virtues, the all knowing cookie. A deity on earthbread, the most wise and intelligent cookie possessing all the knowledge of the cookie world.
While spreading knowledge to the world, a hand raised up. The little cookie asked him a question that was stuck in his mind, about a recent myth amongst the cookies.
There was a scroll that was recently passed down to the cookies by the witches. A mystery to the cookie kind to where it was, even the fount didn't know it's exact location.
Leaving the question unanswered was very unprofessional of him, he tried to keep it brief. Hoping that the cookies would understand, but they kept on overwhelming him. He couldn't fail his duty as the fount of knowledge, he was supposed to be the cookie who knew everything.
The cookies demanded a proper answer and they shouted at him calling him a fraud. He was cornered by them, his mind was at the verge of breaking. He quickly reassured the cookies with some false promises. Finally the cookies they backed off from him, giving him space to calm himself down.
He went on an expedition to find the scroll. His fragile dough couldn't stand the walking so he used a spell he created to float around. He still wasn't used to it yet, keeping balance on the air was difficult.
The thrill to uncover the secret hidden behind the scroll left by the witches themselves. What could happen to be inside them? For a long time his heart bumps with anticipation.
Some kind of witch magic? The earthbread origins? Another fact about human life? A recipe on how to make the cookies?
A letter sent to the cookies? A solution to solve virtue's problems? Will they be saved? The witches had never abandoned their sweet creations, he wished that was the truth.
He had high hopes, maybe just maybe he and his siblings could end their sufferings and live a fulfilling immortal cookie life.
He walked towards the sugary field, where the scroll should have landed. He searched up and down, below every sugar cube block, under every milk river and even above the cotton candy clouds.
He fought viciously with the cake monsters that surrounded the area. Using a lot of magic spells made his body exhausted. It had been hours and he found absolutely nothing, not even a clue. The cookie lay down the sweet grass, taking deep breaths.
That was when he saw a sparkle of something glittery. He picked up his staff and flew towards the light, it came from a tree. He pushed the branches away and saw what he was looking for this whole time.
A shiny silver scroll, he quickly picked it up. Staring at the scroll feeling his insides scratching to see its contents. His eyes shone at the flashiness of the scroll, he gripped it tightly in his hand.
He quickly flew back to his spire of knowledge, into his own bedroom. Placing the scroll gently on the table where he would spend most of his time writing books.
It was dark outside, no one should be awake right now. Unlike normal cookies, they don't need sleeping. Just the perfect time to begin his little experiment.
But.. What if he opened the scroll and he would never come back as himself? Or worse, he would never come back? What would happen to cookies kind if knowledge wasn't there to answer all the queries.
Would anyone really care if he did?.. he quickly shook his head, horrified at the sudden thought.
the scroll likely contains the witches secrets, they would punish him for indulging in their business. A chill went down his spine just thinking of the witches' cruel punishments.
No, he has to pull himself together. He can't just let this opportunity slip away, there were many cookies out there wanting to hear his answers for what was inside the scroll. His mind was screaming at him to just pull open the scroll.
At last curiosity is what killed the cat. The blue cookie anxiously pulls open the scroll, his hands trembling in fear and desperation. He shut both his eyes tightly as if something might jump out.
But nothing came, no punishments.. for now, he hesitantly opened his eyes and was met with a magic circlet. He took a huge breath after realizing that he hadn't breath since he pulled open the scroll.
Now met with another challenge, the fount recognized the magic circlet follows a similar pattern to one of the witches's spells. One he had never seen before, He should research this magic spell then write it in a book for the future of cookie kind. It would take him quite a while to completely understand it.
Before that he had to alert the others in case of anything that would happen to him when casting the spell. He wrote letters to each of his virtue siblings, so that they know of his sudden disappearance.
About his academy, they would appreciate a day off. He noticed how the students became uninterested and exhausted nowadays. Maybe because of his complex subject right now. Giving them a break is just what they need right now.
He went towards his garden, a place where it brings him peace and comfort. A place perfect for concentration. He passed through several milk crown flowers, each one brought back memories of old times. Most of which he was not fond of.
He walked to the center of his garden, drawing out the spell and pushing his magic in it. The spell required a lot of magic and focus. If the user even loses focus for just a moment, it would cause a lot of damage to them and their surroundings.
Magic flowed through him, a quarter of the amount of magic he was using right now would immediately kill an ordinary mage cookie. If he wasn't the fount of knowledge, this would've been a suicidal mission for him.
He was baked with such care, provided with almost unlimited magic and wisdom. Yet his dough was fragile, he was weaker than the average cookie. Standing on his own seemed like a challenging experience, he had to use a cane which was his staff.
The magic was pressuring his body to its limits, cracks started to appear around his body and jam began to spill, ruining his favorite attire. He couldn't care less about the pain right now, just a few more and the spell will be complete.
Just a little longer, his limbs were shaking, he couldn't hold himself still but he still tried. He was returning to his original form, where the wings below his ears flickered. His soul jam brightened with a blue hue as he held onto the staff tightly.
There it was the moment he was waiting for-
“Fount? Dear are you there? I can smell the scent of jam right now ? Are you alright?” A soft and familiar voice broke out.
Oh no.
How could he be so forgetful? Tonight is the time where he and the saintness have their once a decade tea time.
Just for a moment his concentration slipped out, his eyes blown wide as he quickly casted another spell. The scroll blew up, the range of the explosion would reach his spire, reach the cookies that were sleeping, and potentially injuring the saintness.
He didn't want his garden in ruins, his hard work, the memories inside the garden. He had to make a sacrifice, surely his body could heal itself.
So he put multiple barriers around himself surrounding himself and the explosion. Although it couldn't possibly crumble him, it would leave a nuisance and a painful time while recovering for a whole decade. He just had to accept it.
It was painful, the impact shot through him, pieces of his dough and jam flew through the floor. He collapsed down with a painful groan, he didn't realize it but he shed a single tear.
The tear drop fell down the ground, a milk crown began to sprout, it was painted with red jam ruining its original milk color.
The saintness upon hearing the explosion came rushing through. Seeing her youngest in such a state she couldn't help but let out a blood curling scream. Her cheeks wet with the tears that flow down them.
What a pitiful sight the fount thought, trying to reach out to her to clean her tears for her. She shouldn't cry for him, no one should.
Any efforts were futile, his consciousness is not holding up well. The portal created by the magic pulled him in, He felt as if he slipped into an endless hole falling down. The saintness tried to reach him but the portal closed. The last thing he heard was her calling out his name in devastation before he was flung away.
He closed his eyes and let the universe flow him to wherever they wanted. His dough felt like it was pulling itself off his body as the pressure was too much for it to handle. He noticed that his body was beginning to change making him no longer a cookie, it was a strange sensation.
After what felt like an eternity, he plopped down the solid floor. The foulest smell filled his senses, he couldn't help but vomit out his stomach. Where is he?
He felt dizzy and held his hand over his mouth, his wings weakly covering his face. His eyes went blurry before he completely blacks out and collapses to the solid concrete.
There was a dangerous villain on the loose, All Might was sent to take care of him. On the other hand Aizawa had the mission to evacuate the civilians to a safer location.
He was scouting the ruined area for any civilians when a blueberry scent hit him. Suspiciously there had been no record of any blueberry stalls nor any blueberry related quirks in this place.
There was still someone behind those crumbled walls, he quickly rushed towards the direction of the scent. He saw some blood trails and spotted a blue hand crushed by some rocks.
He quickly lifted the wall up, what came into his sight shocked him to his very core. The man looked like a total horror film, maybe even worse. It would be a miracle if he was even alive right now, he reached over to check his pulse. Still breathing.
He picked up the poor blue man and raced towards the nearest nurse he knew of. She might be able to save him, she was the most talented nurse he knew off.
Barging through the UA doors, he quickly went towards the infirmary. Where the Recovery Girl was working on some papers, she turned over to greet him.
“Hello Aizawa-sensei, how may I assist yo- Oh my Lord” she winced and covered her mouth with both hands horrified by the man in front of her.
“There's no time for pleasantries,” Aizawa groaned.
“Please put him on the table, I'll go get my emergency tools” said Recovery Girl.
Aizawa placed the blue man on the table before standing aside and watching Recovery girl as she performed her magic.
After a while, Recovery Girl finished stitching back his wounds and bandaged him up. Cleaning off all the blood on him and placing him on a bed. She noticed that she was sweating a lot, so she went inside the bathroom in order to get herself a towel.
Aizawa had left for some unfinished business, he told her that he would look into the man's identity. He looks so peaceful while sleeping, She placed a kiss on his forehead, right on the mark.
The man has some unique features, blue skin, pointy ears with angel wings below them. His hair was magnificent like a celestial wonder, it flowed like calm water, the essence of a whole Galaxy colliding with black locks. The crown situated on his head made him look regal and serene, fit for a monarch.
if it wasn't for his badly injured body, she might think that she was looking at an angel who descended from the heavens. A pure and innocent being, so helpless and adorable. He is one of if not the most beautiful quirk mutation she had ever seen. She wanted to pinch his soft cheeks often.
She had lost track of time, She didn't even notice it when Aizawa had come back. He snapped her out of it.
“I called you 5 times already?” he groaned.
“Sorry it's just.. it's hard to keep my eyes off him. So how was the mission?”
“Successful, All Might had caught the villain. No civilians were injured except him.” The Recovery Girl nodded. “Any information about him?” she pointed at the fount.
“No, no records of him anywhere. It was as if he appeared out of nowhere. He's quite the mysterious figure, and could possibly pose a threat.” Aizawa stated.
“We must contact the principal about the matter, he will make the last decision..”
“I'm planning to go there, I expect you to stay here to watch out for our patient.”
As he was almost at the door, he turned back “I almost forgot about this,” he said he took out the staff he put at the door. “I found this when I returned to the area where he had been. It should be his weapon.”
Aizawa gave the staff to Recovery Girl, “it has a weird design, similar to a key. And this blue gem reflecting light seems very expensive. I shall keep this safe.”
Aizawa went towards the Principal's office and was greeted with a scent of tea. He had already expected him there, so he knocked on the door.
“You can Come in, Aizawa-sensei, we've got a lot to talk about,” Neru said with a smile on his face.
“spare me the details, I've already known most of it already.” Neru spun his chair around facing Aizawa.
“So are we going to keep him there until he wakes up?” Aizawa asked. “He could possibly be a villain sent in to spy on us.”
“dont worry if that was the case I'd have known about that. I'll personally come talk to him after he wakes up from his coma.” Aizawa nodded.
“Just one important thing, keep him out of the public eye. No one should know about this new face inside the UA school except the staff members. I shall inform the teachers.”
“I'll keep that in mind, thank you for your time.”
“Hold up there Aizawa, didn't I tell you that we had a lot to talk about. You haven't even drunk any tea that I brew.” said Neru as he took a sip from his cup.
So Neru kept him there, rambling about some school work. After what felt like hours, he was finally released from the office.
Who knows how long it's going to take until the mysterious man wakes up. Well it's a matter for the future, for now he should focus on other things. The entrance exam is coming up in a few months, so they had to prepare to meet the future generations of heroes.