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Once upon a time…
That was how most stories began did they not?
Maybe for humanity, but for my kind, it would be long ago…
Ah yes, my kind. To those listening you might think of me as human let me tell you now, I am not. I am Fae, or Fairy if you prefer that term.
The story of my kind is a tragic one. Yet it must be told.
Long ago when the world was still growing, evolving, there lived a species separate to humanity.
They were known as the Fae.
Magical creatures of nature who thrived in a most magnificent land, the Moors.
They had no King nor Queen, but instead trusted one another and lived in harmony.
For the most part at least.
In another kingdom of humans, trouble was brewing.
Their King, envious of the beauty and wealth of the moors, plotted to conquer it by killing all the inhabitants and then building over it.
A task much easier said than done.
In the moors lived a Dark Fey, a beautiful Fae with powerful magic, and strong wings that enabled her to soar through the skies free. Famed for her beauty, power, and noble personality, this Fae rose to become the protector of the Moors.
And when the humans came to claim the Moors as theirs, she fought back with the Fae Army and repelled the humans by severely wounding the King.
Unfortunately, this was not to be the end.
Humiliated over his defeat, and lying on his death bed, the King offered his daughter's hand in marriage and the chance to become King to whoever could kill the Fairy who did this to him.
None of the nobles were eager to do this, however, a peasant boy who overheard secretly went off to perform the deed. Unlike the other men, he had something over the Dark Fey, and that was being a childhood friend.
As children, the pair met by chance when the boy attempted to steal a gem from the Moors. After returning it, the two became friends followed by repeated visits.
As they grew older, they fell in love.
However, it was not to be.
The boy was drawn into the temptations of the human world and left to pursue his ambitions, one of which was becoming King of the Land. Now, with a golden opportunity in front of him, the boy, now man, went to meet with the Fae woman.
Under a pretence of warning her, the boy drugged her and prepared to kill her. However, due to years of having known her, he was unable to bring himself to do it, and so he settled for her wings instead.
Presenting them to the King as proof, the man was to be crowned King the next day.
Upon waking, the Fairy cried in anguish over the loss of her wings. For her, it was as if a part of her soul had been ripped out.
And in a certain sense, it was.
Her wings had been a major part of her life and losing them brought a great deal of pain both physical and mental.
Every time she moved, she felt pain in her back, and when she walked, she had difficulty balancing herself.
Though that was nothing compared to the turmoil her heart was going over both losing her wings, and her friend's betrayal.
Crafting a sceptre from a twig she managed to walk again, and rescuing a raven she turned into a man, she gained a follower who acted as her wings and later confidant.
Learning from the raven the reason her friend's betrayal she became enraged and in a large burst of magic, sealed away the Moors from the human world while crowning herself Queen at the same time.
Much later, her former friend had a daughter, to which there was to be a grand christening with all from the Kingdom and further invited.
The Fae herself decided to attend, though not for the reasons everyone else did. Oh no. Her reason for attending was not to bless the child with a gift, but to punish.
In a terrifying appearance she arrived at the Christening and cursed the Princess to prick her finger on a spindle and die on her sixteenth birthday. However, in a small act of mercy, she changed it to a deathlike sleep with true loves kiss being able to break the curse.
The Fae put up a protective barrier of thorns to keep the humans out of the Moors.
Meanwhile, the King sent his daughter away to be raised by three fairies who were… less than intelligent.
The Fae found them quite easily and kept an eye on the girl. Unbeknownst to her, this would continue.
The fairies were not perfect guardians, so she and her ally had to step in and protect her for several years. Throughout these years, the Fae would grow to care for the girl as a mother would love her child.
When it came close to her sixteenth the girl was allowed into the Moors where she met her "Fairy Godmother" for the first official time.
For a time, the girl was happy, as was the Fae who attempted to remove the curse only to be horrified when it failed. Things became worse when the girl discovered she had been cursed by her Fairy Godmother and in anger returned to her father.
With the time drawing near, the Fae and her companion took a prince the girl had taken a liking to recently and snuck him into the castle in hopes of waking her with True Love's Kiss.
Braving the castle with various Iron traps, the Fae arrived at the Princesses room where she lay in a deep sleep.
Oh, did I forget to mention? Iron is the weakness of Fae. It burns them, kills them, in an excruciating manner. I should know better than anyone.
Back to the story.
The prince was unable to wake the princess because he did not truly love her at the time.
After he was led away by the fairies, the Dark Fey stood over the girl and mourned for what her hatred had wrought. Shedding tears for the girl she loved like a daughter, the Fae apologised for what she had done and swore that no harm would come to her for as long as she lived. Bestowing a goodbye kiss on her friend's forehead, the Dark Fey prepared to leave, only to be stopped by a miracle.
The girl awoke from her slumber.
The kiss the Fae gave was True Love born from the motherly feelings she developed while raising the child.
Overjoyed at being reunited with her Fairy Godmother the girl asked if they could return to the Moors to which the Fae accepted.
And so, the trio ventured out of the castle and returned to the Moors where they would live in peace and harmony for the next several years. Their Fae friends aside them, and the humans living away from them.
They all lived happily ever after.
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OH! Wait! No, they didn't!
What? Were you expecting a happy ending? Did you expect good to triumph over evil?
I'm sorry to disappoint you but… actually, no, I'm not.
In human stories the hero always wins, the princess always marries her prince, the villain or monster is slain, there is joy happiness rainbows magic and all that other nonsense.
Unfortunately, this was not the case for this story.
The villain won, the princess never married a prince, and the hero was slain by the monster. There was nothing joyful about it. It was a nightmare.
Human stories are… as the human saying goes… full of shit.
Why? Because they aren't realistic.
In real life, good does not always triumph over evil, because it can go either way.
Those who are seen as heroes may be true villains, and those seen as villains may be true heroes.
Though there are heroes who are truly good, and villains who are truly evil.
Others may fall into a more neutral category, but such is the way of life.
I am getting off track here. Let us return to the story.
As the trio attempted to leave the castle a large iron net was dropped on top of the Dark Fey, capturing and burning her at the same time. The girl tried to free her friend, only to be pulled off by a group of soldiers who came in and started mercilessly beating her with iron weapons.
Using what little power she had, the Dark Fey transformed her raven ally into a fire breathing dragon who pulled the net off and began to fight back. The soldiers did not waver in their attack either and continued to fight against the dragon.
Seeing the fiery danger present, the Fae urged the girl to flee to safety while several knights with iron shields surrounded her and cut off any means of escape.
Her ally was unable to help because the knights had ensnared his mouth and wings with iron chains. Then, her former friend, the girl's father, came forward with a sight that would forever haunt and terrify her even after death.
Clad in monstrous iron armour, armed with not only swords, but chains, the very chains he used to take her wings, he advanced towards her through the flames.
He walked with cold and cruel eyes locked onto the Fey that had "caused him so much pain" with one single thought on his mind.
Kill!
The Fae, having been weakened by the previous attacks and use of magic, was completely helpless as the King attacked her. He strangled her body with iron and threw her against the throne.
Weakened and with nowhere else to go, the villain stalked towards her with his sword in hand. Wasting no time, the evil king plunged his sword into the Dark Fey's heart, killing her.
She died.
The protector of the Moors, Fairy Godmother to the princess died. Unfairly, cruelly, unjustly.
When she died her body turned to ash, with the last thing she could hear was the girl's screaming as her friend died.
As her body disappeared, something unexpected occurred.
Her soul left her body, but it did not travel to the afterlife.
Do you all remember the sceptre she crafted to help her walk? Her magic was infused with it, thus drawing her soul to and then being absorbed by it.
And so, the Fey did not die, nor did her story end for that matter.
The sceptre now contained magic that could be wielded by anyone, and so it was.
For centuries, the sceptre changed hands of different sorcerers, some pure of heart, some both heroic and villainous, but never anyone pure evil.
Its wielders were unique. They possessed qualities the Fey had such as those fighting to protect one's home or those they loved. Those that had been betrayed. Those were just trying to survive. those that sought revenge, and those that knew pain unlike anyone else.
The last one applied in the next wielder.
A young boy, no older than fourteen, possessing fluffy dark-green hair and eyes. He had a weak composure combined with a meek personality. There was a certain aura of innocence and purity surrounding his heart that intrigued the sceptre.
However, what held the sceptre's interest was the intense pain he was going through coupled with the desire for revenge, something the Fae was sympathetic towards.
The boy needed her help, needed her power, needed someone, and she would give it.
One thing you should be aware of first is that it has been some time since magic was common in this world. While it does still exist, there are fewer practitioners than there were before. These days magic is but a myth, replaced by these power's humans refer to as quirks.
And the sceptre, it has travelled far and wide through its wielders. When the previous wielder retired, they placed the sceptre in a hidden location that could only be revealed when the magical tool decided on a new caster.
The land it rests on, better known as Japan, is where the story begins.
Where his story begins.
You are probably wondering how I know all of this. By now, I am sure most of you figured it out, but I will say it for the ones who did not.
I am the Dark Fey of this story who lived and fought to protect her kind, and human she raised as a daughter. I exist within the sceptre, within my sceptre. Some of you know my name, but I will not say it until I meet him.
The boy I have found worthy of my power.
Sensing his anguish, I call out in a soft gentle alluring voice.
"Izuku."