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Chapter 1

It started with a dream—a dream about a prince. It had been hazy, but he was not a "shining armor" prince, he was fearsome with dangerous eyes the color of amber. Looking back, it wasn't much of a dream. Izuku stared in awe at the fluttering red cap, the neck lined with white furs. And as the prince turned, a grin unbefitting his fierce demeanor, played at his lips. The prince's face began to grow hazy.

Deku! The prince called to him. Hey, Deku!

The dream evaporated and Izuku found himself once more in the waking world. The straw and leaf stuffed matts blanketed by furs were warm and soft. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Izuku sat up. The voices of the tribe mingled with the chirp of birds brought him back to awareness. Looking around the wigwam, he realized his father was already out in the village. He threw off the fur blanket and tugged his cloak over his head. The intricately woven designs were bright and colorful. The patterns were a sign of his status within the village—future chief. But Izuku was still only six. It would be many years before he inherited the title and responsibilities of chief. He pushed aside the deerskin flap, peering outside. He spotted the familiar feathered headdress and long cloak his father, Chief All Might, wore. The design was similar to his own, but much more intricate. Each symbol held special meaning, many of which Izuku still did not understand. His father was talking to one of the elders, a short man with gray hair and a beard. For some reason, his father always held him in high respect, but also seemed to be afraid of the old man.

Izuku tottered out of the wigwam. He didn't understand why he had dreamed of a prince, someone he had never seen before. It wasn't the first time he'd had strange dreams, but this one had been the most vivid. He had clearly seen the man's face, and he had called him by his Chief name—the one his father had picked. And his father and the elders were the only ones who knew it. He tugged on his father's ornate cloak.

"Papa," he said timidly.

Startled, his father looked down at his son. "Hm?"

"Papa, I wanna ask you something."

"What is it, Little Bird?"

Izuku glanced nervously at the elder standing next to him. Embarrassed, he sidled behind his father, out of sight of the elder. The old man chuckled at the boy's nervous behavior. Izuku tugged on his father's cloak again. Kneeling, his father leaned closer. He rose up on his tiptoes and whispered in his father's ear.

"I-I had a dream," he said.

"Oh? What kind of dream was it?" he asked, his deep voice brimming with curiosity.

"I saw somebody I never met. A-a prince." Izuku averted his gaze, staring down at his feet. "He…he was wearing weird clothes."

"What kind of clothes?"

"He had a cape with white fur. He didn't look like one of us…like from another tribe. A-and he called me by my Chief name."

"By your Chief Name?" the elder said. He gazed down at the child curiously. "Now that is rather strange. Only your father and the Elders know that name."

"It was just a dream," his father said quickly. "It doesn't necessarily mean—"

"Toshinori," the elder said firmly. No one ever spoke his father's name aloud. The Elders only used it when they were reprimanding him or when they spoke privately about serious matters. "These dreams should not be taken lightly."

"Elder Torino," his father said quickly. He seemed uncomfortable being called by his real name. The villagers always called him All Might—his Chief Name. "He's just a child. Perhaps it was simply a dream. There's no need to overreact."

"Hmph!" the elder folded his arms and glared up at All Might. "You might bear the title of Chief, Toshinori, but you are still naïve in many ways. Izuku is at the right age for his power to manifest—that of a dream-seer."

"Papa?" Izuku glanced nervously up at his father. "What is that?"

"Nothing, Little Bird." He forced a smile. "Nothing for you to worry about, just adult talk."

"Toshi—"

"Please," he interrupted. "Let's discuss this later, but not in front of Izuku."

Elder Torino sighed. "Have it your way, All Might."

"Papa, is my dream bad?" Izuku asked shyly. "Is it bad I dreamed of the prince?"

"No." He ruffled Izuku's fluffy green hair. "Of course not."

"But who was he?" he persisted, "the prince in my dream."

"I don't know, but we might someday." He smiled. "Papa has to go now, Little Bird. We'll talk more about your dream later."

His father left with Elder Torino, a worried look on his face. Though All Might had said it was just a dream, Izuku knew it meant something more. But it wasn't until later that evening that he realized just how serious his dream was. The rest of the Elders had been gathered in the wooden longhouse in the center of the village. Though his father had told him to go bed, Izuku couldn't help his curiosity. He had crept out to the longhouse and hid behind the doorpost, peering inside. The firepit in the middle of the hut was lit, smoke spiraling up through the opening in the center of the thatched roof. The Elders all sat in a circle around the crackling bonfire, All Might sitting cross-legged on a straw mat at the far end—the place of honor in the circle.

"It is concerning," one of the Elders said. "He has been showing signs for over a year. But now he dreams of a foreign prince. And he says this boy spoke his Chief Name—one that is not yet known outside of this company."

"I understand," All Might said. "But we can't prove that this prince—"

"You can't keep protecting him, Toshinori," Elder Torino said. A hush fell over the gathering. "I know you want Izuku to grow up normally, but he is a dream-seer. It would be best to explain things to him. The sooner he knows, the better. We can help him with his gift."

All Might sighed. "He is still just a child. Being a dream-seer is too much of a burden for him. He is only six."

"There were those before him who were younger," another Elder pointed out, his voice high pitched. Elder Nezu was unlike many of the others. He was a white mouse the size of a dog and had a scar across his right eye. Despite his different appearance, he was held in high esteem. "He's been blessed by the gods. The boy has his mother's gift."

A shadow passed over All Might's face. "I wanted to spare him of that."

"I know you miss your wife," Torino said. "She died protecting the ones she loved."

Izuku crept away from the hut's opening. The Elders' conversation was turning serious. He shouldn't have been eavesdropping. Hurrying back to their wigwam, he wondered what was going to happen when his father came home. He was afraid of what he would say. He sat on the furs covering his straw bed. Pulling his legs up to his chest, he looked at the picture his father kept atop a wooden altar. The woman in the picture had green hair like he did. Offerings of fruit and bread sat atop the altar, incense burning. It felt like he hadn't been waiting long before the animal skin flap over the entrance moved aside. All Might removed his feathered headdress as he entered the wigwam.

"What are you still doing up, Little Bird?" he asked. "You should have been in bed long ago."

"Papa!" Izuku scurried toward him. He grasped the hem of his father's cloak tightly. "Papa, is there something wrong with me?"

"No, of course not!" He set the headdress aside and sat down beside his son. "What would give you that idea?"

"The Elders, they said my dreamers were 'c-concerning'…."

"They're just worried." He set Izuku down on his knee. The boy snuggled up to him. "Your dreams aren't just dreams. You have a special gift that we call dream-seeing."

"What's that?"

"Well, it shows you visions of the future. Sometimes they are just glimpses and other times you are able to see several visions at once. But that doesn't mean all of your dreams will be like that." All Might ruffled his hair. "It's not something to be worried about. We just have to learn how to tell the visions from the dreams. That was what the Elders were worried about. Being a dream-seer is a wonderful gift. You've been blessed by the gods with their vision."

"Just like Mom?"

All Might hesitated. "Yes…just like Mom."

"Papa? What happened to Mom?"

"She…." His father gazed sadly at the picture on the altar. "Your mother had the same gift as you. One day she had a vision—" He took a deep breath, trying to bring himself to tell him the story. "She foresaw a terrible future. She saw the three of us, at the edge of our land, where the effects of One For All are weakest, attacked by a dragon. The problem with the visions of dream-seers, is it is almost impossible to know when the vision will come to pass. And keeping watch over all corners of our land is a chief's duty. There was no way she would have known on which day we traveled the forest would be that fateful day. But when it did come to pass, she made a choice—to change the future she foresaw. Your mother bravely sacrificed herself, distracting the dragon, so that we might escape deeper into the forest, where One For All would protect us."

All Might picked up the picture from the altar, sadness mirrored in his blue eyes. "She was a brave woman, and a very gifted seer. Not a day goes by that I don't miss her."

"Is that gonna happen to me?"

"No, Little Bird." He put the picture back and smiled down at him. "I will be here to guide you. And as long as I am here, nothing will ever happen to you."

Izuku threw his arms around his father. All Might pulled him close, stroking his hair gently. But despite his father's words, it could not prepare him for what the future held for him—a future even he couldn't have seen.

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