Chapter One
Meet Percival
Hi,I'm Percival Johnson and I'm twelve and I live in a quirked world We don't even know why they happen in the first place but my Quirk is kinda unique if you can say My dad calls it charm speaking and am I the only one with such a quirk or does other people have it?
I have Brown Hair and Forest Green Eyes
and my skin has a light tan
My Dad has some fame to himself sometimes I wish I was a nobody which I'm not even with my ADHD and dyslexia
I have my best friend Truman he's crippled and he doesn't have a quirk
But then I get attacked by a bird thing?
Truman throws his pants at the bird and then hands me a ring and tells me to touch the dove on it
I touched the dove and it turns into a three inch sword!
I dashed and slashed the bird with my sword and it turned into dust after enough blows
Truman has goat legs
"I thought you didn't have a quirk" I said
"I'm a satyr and I'm supposed to protect you" Truman said