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A man sat in an over crowded chamber, writing leisurely into a large book. He hummed to an old tune that used to be sung maybe 100 years ago, the man wasn’t sure. It was a peaceful day, one of many in the pristine Kingdom. Peaceful days were a blessing.
“What shall my note say?”
He thought for only a moment before nodding and beginning to write with his feather and ink. It was nothing fancy, just informative. The one it was for was far too young to understand the weight of its word anyway.
I’m running out of time it seems.
That was foretold in his many visions over the long years of serving to the Kingdom. However, that one had been a secret. Long since held in fact and would die with him, and the book.
The mage wrote more into his message, smiling as a young child snuck up behind him. It wasn’t that the child was careless in being quite, the man just simply knew he was going to be there at that exact moment, doing the exact same thing. He let it happen, finding joy in it.
“Freeze foul beast! I am here to stop you!” Came a high pitched battle cry.
The mage placed his feather down on the herb cluttered desk and closed his book. Turning to smile down upon the boy with ashen blond hair.
“Oh no,” he mused. “Whatever shall I do? A brave prince has caught me off guard, but what is this I see? Is he alone?”
The boy smirked, waving a wooden sword feverishly at him. “Of course not! I have my trusty knight with me!”
The man gasped, “A knight!?”
Suddenly, another child jumped out from behind a stack of books with a stolen helmet off a knight from the displays in the corridor. It was much too big for his tiny body but he held his head high and laughed, “That's right! Surrender or my King will have to take you hostage for coin!”
The mage sniffled a laugh at their game and the irony of how true that would be in the near further and yet so different.
“It seems I have no choice, you’ve got me.”
Instantly, they jumped onto the frail man with wide smiles. He opened his arms wide for them to enter and pulled them into his lap.
“What have you two been up to all this time? Hunting dragons again?”
The boy with blond hair nodded, grinning proud. “Yeah! We even found some stray goblins!”
The other boy whispered up to the old man, “It was actually the maid. She had us kicked out of the kitchen, so we came here.”
“Shh!” The blond chided with a scowl.
The mage laughed, “I’m glad you too are keeping the castle safe. Have you eaten?”
Both shook their heads.
“Ah, as I thought. Well, you must be hungry after such a large journey and eventful day. Let’s go get you some food from that goblin.”
The children jumped off his lap and cheered.
“Yeah!”
“Let’s go get some warm buns!”
The old mage chuckled, standing up and placed his journal in a secret drawer hidden from the naked eye. Taking a longing look to the outside world for the last time, he wondered if it would be peaceful death then thought better of false hopes.
“Yagi?” A child called.
The mage turned his attention to the boy with green hair, “Yes, Young Midoriya?”
The boy shuffled in, knight helmet in one hand and a sword in the other. “Are you coming?”
Yagi nodded, taking the helmet to be put away and grabbed the child’s hand. “Yes, let us go.”
They walked out of the healing chamber, watching as the other boy stabbed at a patrolling guard. “Take this, pillager!”
The guard snorted, tapping his head in antagonistic then carried on. The boy growled with laughter, “Come back!”
“Kacchan, you shouldn’t bother the guards while they work.” Midoriya advised, coming to pull on his shirt.
The boy huffed, letting himself be whisked along. “But he was stealing from us.”
Yagi herded them down the corridors as they talked, smiling as he saw them both older with more knowledge of the world and different views.
Many things would change but one thing wouldn't.
“Midoriya, when we see the goblin, get its legs. I’ll get the butt.” The prince snickered and Midoriya joined in.
“Okay!”
Their love for each other would prevail.
You will do great things, each of you.
“Toshinori,” someone called stern. He halted and turned to face the man with cold sapphire eyes. They regarded each other but it was the mage that smiled kindly and spoke first.
“You called upon me, My Lord?”
The King snapped out of his cynical stare and nodded, “I will need you in my study immediately.”
Yagi nodded, “As you wish, Sire. Anything else?”
The King let his gaze slide to the children before shaking his head, “Nothing else. Carry on.”
Yagi bowed once and moved the children along, heart growing heavy with the knowledge of what that conversation would bring.
If only I had more time.
But time had finally caught up with him after 300 years. It’s not like he’d be cheated if it came to an end that year around. He sighed in conclusion, holding onto the children as they pulled him along. They would be missed, they would miss him too.
One of you will go on to take the lead, blinded.
The other shall know the truth, following behind and uncover your eyes.
Another to guide your hearts and fix your morals, and the last to heal your sorrows.
That was the prophecy those two were webbed into since birth. They would not meet the other two members until years later, Yagi knew it would be at the most inconvenient of convenient times imaginable. They’d learn to coexist, learn to hear each other’s words whether they be uttered or shown. It would take many trials and errors before harmony was reached, the prophecy completed. He wasn’t quite sure when the other two members would arrive, but all Yagi had gotten from the vision were a matching pair of glowing red and blue eyes.
They will either be your undoing or the ones to save your life, Young Bakugou. I hope you choose wisely.