Hey friends! Back with another chapter! I'm kinda a sporadic updater so…ahaha I'm really bad at updating things XD Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys ^-^

"On your guard, my prince! There, that's it! Keep moving!"

The swords master deftly blocked his student's attack with his sword, and parried with a series of slashes that knocked the trainee to the floor.

"Excellent work today, my prince, but I think some more stamina training is needed. You would've been able to continue longer if your legs hadn't gave—"

The swords master reflectively jumped back as his student sent a blast of ice across the floor towards him and got to his feet, readying himself to attack with his sword.

The swords master scowled and thrust out his hand to dissolve the ice into dust.

"Prince Shoto, I thought we agreed not to use Quirks," the swords master reprimanded. "You know better."

The young prince removed his helmet and shook his red and white hair free, expression unchanging. "My apologies, Thirteen."

"Apologies, my butt. You did the same thing yesterday," Swords master Thirteen grumbled irritably. "Nevertheless, you've improved. Well done, Prince Shoto."

"Thirteen, you've known me since I was a child. For the last time, it is simply Shoto."

"Nonsense and fluff. The king is absolute in refusing to let me address you so casually. My apologies, Prince Shoto," Thirteen responded coolly. "Now, hurry up. Or else you'll be late to your history lesson."

Todoroki Shoto sighed as he changed out of sparring clothes and back into his usual attire of a long sleeved white shirt, blue vest, and tan pants. He ran a hand through his red and white hair irritably and began the long journey up to the castle. As he passed a ring of pine trees, old memories came back to him, sharp as day, although the voices were murky.

"Shoto! Duel me!"

"Shoto, hurry up! Or else I'm gonna beat you at training!"

"Hey Shoto, have you ever been out to the village? We should go."

"I can't stay here anymore. I'm gonna leave this stinking hellhole one day."

"Oi Shoto. Don't tell that lazy bastard of a dad and Mom, but I'm leaving. Alright?"

"Swear on your life you won't tell anyone."

The young prince grimaced and shook his head. He couldn't focus on that right now. As he entered the castle hallways, he couldn't help but look out towards the never ending horizon of blue skies and sun, wishing desperately to escape the stifling palace life.

Midoriya hummed as he made his way along the cobbled road of his village. As he approached the entrance gate to the village, he stopped and looked back.

Only two hours ago had he been living a normal life, taking care of his mom, being a small town boy. Only half an hour ago, he had finished packing and kissed his mother's forehead and watched the shaman lower her into the freeze tech.

And now, he was here, with his father's old short sword tucked into a sheath at his belt, brown leather bag over his shoulders, about to leave the only life he had ever known.

As Midoriya gazed at the rolling green hills and small little homes tucked neatly under him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness, despite not even leaving the gate.

This was it.

"Goodbye Mom, everyone," he murmured softly, before turning around and walking through the gate.

He had a nagging feeling he wouldn't be returning home until a long time later.

"Find her! Burn the Elysium witch! Burn the Elysium witch!"

The chants followed her as she sprinted through the overgrown path. Branches snapped in her face, but she quickly brushed them away; this was no time to worry about the bloody cuts and scratches on her face and arms. She was facing life and death. There was only one thing to do, and that was to run.

Her foot caught on a stone and she tumbled down a hill. She let out a string of swear words, and tried to stand, before falling again. Her eyes catch on a familiar piece of fabric that caused her second fall. Her cloak!

The pink cloak was stuck in a thorn bush and she couldn't help but curse her own luck again.

"THE ELYSIUM WITCH WAS HERE! FIND HER!"

The furious voice cut through the empty forest, scattering the startled birds into the air.

"Shit…!" she squeaked and tugged at the fabric harder.

This time, it gave and she ran again, but the voices were getting closer and closer.

"Goddammit…" she muttered. "Vello Virgam."

She pressed her hands together and summoned her staff from her space. As soon as she found it in her hands, she began to draw her magic circle in the dirt. As she drew, the runes and circle began to glow a soft pink.

"THERE! I SENSE HER MAGIC!"

She heard the crowd before they appeared; the stamping of feet and cries of vengeance.

The first hunter appeared at the crest of the hill, bow and arrow poised to shoot. Without sparing a glance from the symbols she hastily sketched on the forest floor, she set a pink beam towards the archer, effectively paralyzing him, without killing.

"THE WITCH!"

She growled furiously as she finished the last rune and stood in the center. By now, the magic circle was radiating a bright pink light, crackling with power and magic. It sent tingles down her spine, the delicious electric adrenaline of activating spells.

She spread her arms and slammed her staff on the ground, causing a rumble through the ground.

"Transicio Procul Auferetur!"

As soon as the last word left her lips, the last of the witch hunters appeared, surrounding her in a circle.

"Stop her!" one of them cried out, but it was too late.

As an archer fruitlessly fired an arrow, the magic lifted her into the sky in swirls of gold and pink. Her hood fell off and her long brown hair fanned out, defying gravity. She clasped her fingers together and a cocoon of gold and pink wrapped around her small body, before disappearing in a pop.

Miles away, Midoriya felt the ground tremble.

hi this is awful and crappy, but i've had the worst writer's block for this chapter ackkk

please don't leave this story because of this chapter, i swear it'll get better kfsjkhfd

- love, soul