How's it going everyone! Here to bring you the beginning of a new fanfic, with a strong inspiration drawn from Avengers: Infinity War. Without further ado, Let's get into it!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Infinity Stones concept nor My Hero Academia.

Prologue: Heir to Infinity

(10 years ago)

An elderly man sat comfortably on a nice chair before a tame fireplace, covered from the neck down in a blanket. It was pouring rain outside as he sat facing the fire. The heat radiated onto his aged skin, giving him a sense of life, to which he briefly savored.

He felt a quick tug on his leg, turning his attention to a young boy, age 8, who yawned and rubbed his left eye.

"Grandpa, I can't sleep. Can you read me a bedtime story?" The boy asked innocently.

The child's grandfather chuckled and lifted his hand, which was followed by the boy being ascended onto the man's lap. The boy's grandfather gestured his hand to the bookshelves beside the fireplace, his eyes thoroughly scanning each one until he found what he was looking for.

"Aha! Here it is." He tightened his grip, causing a book to slide out and float into his hand. The boy looked on intently at the book, reading its given title Myths and Legends: Quirk Edition.

"As you know, Quirks have had a huge impact on modern day society, but there are those who believe Quirks existed for centuries." The elder began opening the book to a specific page with a gesture of his finger.

"Looking back, those who were hailed as deities may have had their own powerful quirk," Pages slowly turned with illustrations of people praising individuals.

"But the tale I'm about to share with goes way back. A time of early man." The pages stopped turning on a page showing more illustrations of people praising another singular individual, but this time 6 different colored ovals surrounded the praised individual.

"Some call it the first, others call it the most powerful, but all those who know the story agree that this quirk has never been shown to exist like many other Quirks. All historians call it 'Infinity'." The Elder continued, turning the page. His grandson continued to listen and watch.

"With the appearance of this mighty being, he guided man toward civilization, bringing about unity to mankind as everyone worked as one." The next illustration showed the same individual beside drawings of ancient structures, with humans linked hand-in-hand in a circle around him. The elder turned the page once more.

"Although, not everyone could except just simply accept the idea of living as one, but those same people were both the first and last to oppose 'Infinity' as they suffered the consequence." The next illustration showed the individual's hand extended out towards a cluster of armed forces, but those at the front seemed to be disintegrating. The page was turned.

"It is believed that the power of this single man stemmed from 6 mighty stones that represented a certain aspect of creation. These were known as the Power, Space, Reality, Soul, Mind, and Time stones." The man pointed at the next illustration of 6 colored ovals, naming the purple, blue, red, orange, yellow, and green stone by its proper name. The page was turned once more.

"But, with even the ability to bend time to his will, he lived life and passed away. The 6 stones however, were separated. The Power stone vanished, while the other 5 were sealed away and guarded in various locations around the world, waiting for their next master to guide the planet to salvation when it needs to be." The illustration showed a tomb with 5 of the 6 stones within drawings of buildings. With that, the man closed the book, marking the end of the story. He used his Quirk to return the book to its original spot.

The grandson yawned, rubbing his eye once more, and then hugging the man. "Thanks grandpa for the story!"

He hugged back. "My pleasure young one. Now let's get you back to bed. You have school in the morning."

"Momma...Papa..." A young voice weakly cried out. He was curled up into a ball under a large amount of debris, while screaming and gunshots could be heard from outside. He remained curled up in a ball, as violent images flashed through his head.

"Check under the debris! We want to make sure we've gotten everything this place has to offer!" A masculine voice ordered. The boy's eyes shot open in realization they'll find him, but before he could move, light entered as an opening was made by people dressed as some form of military. They instantly noticed the child and one of them pointed their rifle while the other grabbed him.

"Hey you! It's your lucky day to join a good cause!" The kid started to fight back, but in vain as he was just dragged, but the other soldier knocked him out with the end of his rifle.

When he came to, he was being dragged by the same two soldiers. Dreary eyed, he looked around at his village in flames as crates of food and tools are being loaded onto trucks. He was then thrown into a group of fellow villagers. He was being shook and called out by a familiar voice. His vision cleared to see who it was.

"Papa!" He cried out, throwing his arms around his father tightly.

"I'm glad you got away Kanzen!" His father returned the embrace, but was short term.

"Ready! Aim!" A voice demanded as soldiers surrounded the group of villagers, aiming their weapons. Kanzen's father pushed him down on the ground.

"Fire!"

Gunshots and screaming were heard once more from the villagers being gunned down without mercy. Kanzen covered his ears, shutting his eyes tightly, as he felt the ground tremble with each victim, even as one fell on top of him. The shooting soon stopped, and when it did Kanzen shot up, shoving whoever was on him off, to see he was the only one standing.

"Papa..." He called out weakly, scanning the faces till his father was the one at his feet. He dropped to his knees, shaking him vigorously.

"Papa. Papa! Get up! We need to get out of here! Papa!" He screamed, his eyes welling up in his red eyes. Soldiers began to notice. The one in charge began to make his way towards Kanzen, pulling out his pistol.

"Papa! PAPA!" Kanzen screamed, until he felt cold metal press against his forehead. His teeth gritted against each other fiercely, as he glared at the soldier.

"This is your fault!" Kanzen screamed. The soldier still seemed unfazed, but the earth beneath them began to tremble and shake as energy began to revolve around Kanzen, catching the attention of all those around. Next the gun broke in two, causing the soldier in front of Kanzen to step back. Kanzen's left knuckles began to shift and twist as 5 oval slots began to form, a 6th took shape on the center of his backhand, and a purple stone filled the slot of his index knuckle.

Kanzen stood, eyes glowing as purple as the stone that had just appeared, raised his left hand up high, and gripped it. A shockwave emerged destroying all those except the soldier in front of him. The soldier, panicking, stumbled onto his back. Kanzen pointed his hand at him.

"Why did you attack my village?!" Kanzen demanded in a much more powerful voice.

"W-we were running low on supplies and-"

Kanzen motioned for him to stop talking. "We too suffered from that same problem,"

He pointed his hand at him again. "But that didn't stop you now did it?" He closed his fist, sending an immense wave of energy, disintegrating the last present soldier. After, Kanzen's stone and slots in his hand disappeared, returning the back of his hand to normal. His eyes returned to normal, and Kanzen fell unconscious as his village burned up in the now quiet night.

"Any sign of the attackers?" A heroic voice asked. Kanzen awoke to the chatter of multiple individuals, to weak to move.

"We haven't found much All Might. There were trucks outside of town carrying food and other sorts of supplies, clearly an attempt to raid the area, but the only other thing to note was ash along the seats." Another voice replied.

"What about survivors?" The first voice, presumably the one they called All Might, questioned in a more sorrowful tone.

"Still looking, but there have been none so far..." The second voice replied just as uneasy.

"If I wasn't so reckless and occupied with All for One, I could have saved these people..." The tension in the air seemed to change as All Might's grip tightened. Kanzen felt two fingers lightly press against his neck, checking for his pulse. "We've got a live one over here!"

A pair of medics rushed over with a stretcher, carefully moving the weakened boy onto it, and began to carry him towards the ambulance, but was stopped briefly by All Might, who spoke proudly. "Worry not young one! Everything will be alright from now on!"

Kanzen shot him a weak glare. "If things were 'alright', then you 'heroes' would have saved my village, but I guess even your resources are limited."

All might was taken aback as the medics continued to rush Kanzen to the ambulance. Then Kanzen was left alone in the back, gazing at the roof in deep thought. "This planet is finite, its resources finite. If life goes unchecked, life on this planet will cease to exist..."

Beneath the blanket that covered him, a purple light began to emit from his left hand. "I know what I must do for salvation..."

Hope you guys enjoyed the prologue! See you next time!