I'm back, finally after grueling through weeks of no wifi, writer's block and school starting. I'm back to write JET 1,000,000x better. Lets GOO!

I want to thank my Beta Ryleewyatts for going over this chapter to clear up mistakes I wouldn't have noticed before.

Quick disclaimer

I do not own the world or concepts of My Hero Academia, that belongs to Kouhei Horikoshi. However, many characters belong to either me or their respective owners.

At two years old, Sky had the greatest luck to awaken her quirk while falling into the path of a lightning bolt. Looking back on it, she wished the lighting bolt had actually killed her.

When Sky was five, she moved to I-Island. Well, not moved; she was forced there for up-and-coming quirk scientists to observe her like a lab rat. During this time she trained her "blessing" with her grandfather, who became her beacon of hope.

When Sky was seven, that beacon of hope died, and the American hero society suffered until their next beacon arose.

However, someday there would be a new beacon of hope, and she would be ready when the time came.

This was the sixteenth one.

The sixteenth one to guide her to their office, sit her down, assure her; then proceed to attempt and fail to do their jobs, supposedly qualified to be counselors and physiatrics. The sixteenth one to soon grow utterly hopeless and frustrated, then label her with another mental disorder and prescribe her medication before getting their fat paycheck and leaving, only for another one to reappear and start the cycle again the next day, for the seventeenth time.

On the seventeenth cycle, Sky had spent the majority of the day bracing herself after hearing the news that another so called "professional" would evaluate her. He was now in front of her, messy grey hair, amber slit-pupil eyes, and stressed eye-bags that were likely the outcome of sleepless nights. She had been locked in a staring competition with the man she would chase off after no less that three months. She still wanted to surpass her previous record, after all.

The man had not uttered a word, only looking at her, head rested on his interwoven fingers. After what seemed like an eon, he finally spoke.

"Sky," You may consider his voice surprisingly less formal than she expected; a British accent unlike the typical stereotypes she knew. It was more giddy and lax. "You know that you are considered an odd case in the world of psychology. Some blokes say you're impossible to analyze." These words garnered no surprise from Sky. She had a lifetime of being the most special prodigal little shit of her generation, as said by the countless adults in her early life. Those words now held no meaning and probably never will; there were many more kids like her on the planet anyway who would love the attention.

"That's the biggest live I've ever heard. People should really be careful when they use the word 'impossible'," her mouth moved along, eager to start some talk after an eternity. "No less that around 175 years ago, people said superhumans were impossible. At the time that statement made sense, but here we are now." Sky took in his swift smirk at her words, before continuing. "However, don't find me crying idealism; impossible is possible, quick one. It would be impossible for us not to die, even longevity and 'immortality' quirks have their limits."

The man gave a low chuckle at her slight cynicism, then cleared his throat to continue speaking.

"Pessimism at it's finest. Anyway, we are not here to talk about that," he looked through some papers, and Sky let out a loud sigh, knowing what was coming next. "Over the past five years, your parents and teachers reported you struggling mentally and physically with your quirk. The cause was easily identified by the death of your grandfather." Silence pursued after, the man letting the girl sitting in his office grieve silently in her own little way, which consisted of her scrunching her fists and biting back tears. Her swift change of character was sudden, but understandable.

There on after, the room retained its silence for well over 30 minutes. The man, however, didn't mind. He had about three hours left. She needed the time, because a loss like that was something that shook you beyond your core, and hit you at the most unexpected moments. When that great man died, not only did a nation suffer, not only did a family grieve, a girl was left utterly broken. Shrunken to a former shell of herself.

But it was his job to help pull her out of that shell, and damn right he would; to hell with the impossible.

Mocha skin, steel grey eyes, a quirk of the gods and a destiny of legendary proportions. All traits 12-year-old Sky shared with him. Now, if she was a hero-struck fangirl, which she ironically was, she would fawn and show off these traits with pride. And she had before, the pride stemming from the fact that she was related to him. But these days, the resemblance and the legacy laid out for her for her since the day she was born only gave her pain.

"This power could be equivalent to God's gift, so cherish it, nurture it, master it, and let it live out your ideals. This power could also be equivalent to the devil's curse: pain and power over yourself and others."

She knew it was the devil's curse the second she saw him die on national television. It wasn't the villain that killed it, it was the quirk that took his life. His quirk, her quirk; it was the same. After he raised his arm for the final time, their shared quirk having practically fried his organs alive, he dropped dead.

And this is when Sky knew.

Humans were never made to be equal. The weak fell to the strong and the strong fell to themselves.

She never used it again.

For anyone new to this fanfiction I hope you liked it.

For anyone who read the previous version. Truth be told, when writing the first few drafts for this chapter (There were 10 of these) I got lost on where to start. But after a couple re-reads of the original, I realized, I didn't give one flying fuck about Sky's character. I even wrote a scene of her dying and didn't feel anything. Her motives were plain, and she came off a bit bitchy in my eyes. So, I decided, that I needed to lay down some more interesting things about her. And this was the end result. Characters that will have a switch up will be Roman, Limitless, Caeser and I spent time individually writing small passages of all the OC characters in this story. Their daily life, mannerisms, and personality; I would say are pretty easy to write now I have a clear image of their being in my head. But other than that, I've found a new zeal in rewriting this story and I'm pretty excited to continue.