Hey guys, this is a fanfiction based on the artwork done by the author for a popularity roll and also the second ending credit to the anime's second season! Blending fantasy elements that we already know of, hopefully you guys can enjoy this AU!

"Izuku! Can you get the laundry hung out?"

"On it, mum!"

The green haired boy picked up the basket by the side of the door and strapped it against his back. He hiked a good ten minutes up the hill and set the basket down by the sole tree in the vicinity. He sat under the shade and looked out into the distance.

The day seemed only to be getting better. The sun was hanging up with only a few blushes of clouds disguising the blue in the sky. His long messy hair waved along with the breeze and he could feel the light warming his skin.

Izuku Midoriya, 14, is your typical village boy from the northside of the village, who spends most of his days doing chores and running errands to support the family. Nothing seems to be awfully complicated to the child – his life ought to be exactly what it has been for the past decade, just tedious chores that defined his life.

However, just like all village children around his age, he dreams. Thought you might say that he dreams a little too often, and whenever it is the most inappropriate time. He dreamed of leaving the village behind; he dreamed of becoming a sorcerer; he dreamed of discovering a forgotten artifact that would grant him the power of the heroes.

Usually, he would snap his fingers and come back to the land of reality and get on with his chores. But there was something about today that had him mesmerised. Maybe it was because of the brilliant weather, or the gentle calming whispers of the grass. Slowly, he could feel himself drawn to a nap.

Just as he laid on his side and watched the shadow of the mighty tree shift, a few shadows came into his view. He could tell from the robed figure that Uraraka had come along, and without a doubt, the strikingly tall shadow must belong to Iida. A smiled crawled onto Midoriya's freckled cheeks and he pulled himself up.

"Hey guys, what's happening?"

Uraraka waved the staff in her hand first and tapped it against a small rock. Just before Midoriya would open his mouth, Uraraka pressed her finger against her lips. She quickly chanted and the rock levitated gently above the ground. As her grip tightened around the staff, the rock lifted even higher into the air and it flew swiftly around Uraraka. It lost life the moment she reopened her eyes, and it landed a metre away from where it came from.

"Did you see it? Did it work? It flew, right?" The girl's arms swung dramatically around her small body. Midoriya observed the girl as she enthusiastically retold her entire lesson with the village sorcerer today. She was nowhere near being the tallest of the girls in the village, nor was she the prettiest, having spent no effort in dressing herself up. It was often that she would have her face coated with dust from the failed experiments, but she bloomed with natural beauty that no one could mimic.

Midoriya always found comfort with her around; the smile she bore would ease him from his stress and it would reassure him of her support. "It is amazing." Uraraka smiled softly, admittedly caught unaware by the compliment.

Ah, there is the smile.

"What about you, Iida? Did your brothers give you lessons again in those armours?" Midoriya cautiously pointed to the silvery metal that cladded Iida's body loosely.

Iida nodded and grandiosely unsheathed his sword from his side. He mockingly swung the sword around and cut the air in front of him. With each day passing, the boy slowly earned his role as a knight. However, Midoriya would never be able to take him seriously, so long as he still had to use a wooden sword instead of a real one.

"When are they going to let you have a real sword?" Uraraka teased and poked at him with her staff.

Iida, adjusting his glasses, tried to hide the faint redness on his cheeks, "Um… They don't want to have to rush finding a sword for me until I am ready… They say my first sword will have to be the best." He covered his excuses with dry coughs.

An idea clicked in Midoriya's head and he turned to the duo, "Hey, you guys want to help me with the chores so we can go out to the streams?"

Uraraka took the lead and tiptoed across the running waters. The boys followed onward with due caution – mainly because Midoriya had gotten increasingly fearful of the rattling armour that sat uncomfortably on Iida.

They stopped not too far away from an abandoned mine, and if you looked further down where the stream led, you could see the neighbouring village. The three of them took time to take off and dry their drenched footwears.

"Do you think they will hold another celebration this year for the Moon Festival?"

"I don't see why not; the merchants cut across towns to get to us each year for a good reason…" Something was caught in Midoriya's throat when he saw Uraraka rolling up the end of her robe passed her knees. He wasn't expecting to see such a tender moment and he managed to turn away his head before Uraraka's eyes would meet his.

"Wait," Iida's voice suddenly dropped and he quickly waved at the two, "someone is here."

Iida was right, and for once he wished he wasn't. What he heard was the chattering between thieves and bandits, who happened to be crossing the streams as well.

Something inexplicable in Iida busted open and Iida grabbed the two by their waists and dashed towards the dark entrance to the mines. By the time he deemed it safe to release the two, all three of them held their breath and panic seized their minds.

Stuttering in fear, Midoriya whispered, "I think they are coming closer."

Sure enough, they were. In his mad dash for safety, Iida forgot about the footwears that they had left behind. Sitting in plain sight were their boots and the bandits did not miss them. They all unsheathed their weapons and they glared across the area. Midoriya could almost hear the bloodthirst, emulating the hissing of snakes. With each step taken closer to them, the trio took a step back.

Unexpectedly, Uraraka's staff hit the side of the cave and let out a faint echo; faint, but still heard. The band of thieves grouped together and began marching towards the mouth of the cave. The three, in unison, threw all caution out the window and they madly ran deeper into the bowels of the cave.

None of them knew how long they ran for, neither did they want to stop to discuss. They could only hear each other's panting and that was enough to motivate each other to keep going.

Midoriya noticed that Uraraka's panting became heavier as they dwelled deeper. His lips parted and he wanted to convince them and himself that the bandits would not be catching up, but his eyes caught Uraraka's.

The poor girl was tearing up, the corner of her eyes red and her lips purple. Yet, she kept running. She stared right back at Midoriya, her eyes deep with conviction. They were almost screaming at Midoriya not to stop.

Inevitably, they came to an end, a large cavern inside, decorated by rails and forgotten railcars. Disbelief remained in their breaths as they struggled for air. Sweat followed the outline of their faces.

Midoriya knew that no one wanted to ask the question, but someone had to. "What do we do now?"

"I could try to fight them." Iida gripped the handle of his wooden sword tightly.

"It's a wooden sword, Iida…"

"Then what do you want us to do! Stay here and wait for the bandits to overrun us?" His voice shook and it returned as a ghostly echo. His teeth grinded on teeth and Midoriya could see the vein running up his fist.

"Maybe I can hurl rocks at them… Fast enough… Right at the softer parts…"

"What if we set up traps?"

"We could try to hide inside one of the cars?"

The two continued to debate between methods. Neither of them were listening to one another, and they yelled over one another as Midoriya's hands trembled uncontrollably.

He sat down away from the two; he assumed that the thieves had decided to slowly approach them, otherwise they would have caught to them a long time ago. His eyes dashed around the cave, trying to find things that could help them. Thankfully, even after the abandonment, the caves were still lit with gaslight. He could see every crack and corner around him.

Sounds of laughter suddenly swirled into the cave. It was as if they were convinced that they had already won the hunt and were about to collect their bounty.

The three of them fell silent and they backed slowly towards the walls. The gas lamps casted the bandits' shadows against the wall and grossly distorted them. It almost felt like fiends from the underworld were being released onto them. You could make out the hissing tongues and the bent backs, brandishing their knives.

Trembling, Midoriya searched for answers and turned to find a sword trapped deep into a stone. He could almost hear a faint whisper of some kind that drew him closer to the weapon. Thinking that their last chance would be giving Iida a proper sword to fight, he pulled at the sword as the flame spitting devils arrived.

They were a terrible sight, each of them manifested the evil within them. Grossly covered by blood-soaked bandages, they approached closer, eyes darting between the three little preys.

Midoriya clenched his teeth and kept pulling, his mind almost going blank as he exerted all of his strength. In his final moments of consciousness, his mind cleared and the sword loosened. The last thing he could remember would be the bright flash of light, and a warming figure that enveloped him…

He wouldn't come around until a few more days, but by the time he did, Midoriya found a lot more attention than he ever had. Around his bed, villagers that he had never met before sat and they shared quiet chatters between themselves.

Shaken to see so many pairs of eyes on him, Midoriya swallowed his nervousness and jerked his head around for exposition. Thankfully, Uraraka was just beside him, wearing her more casual clothes today, holding a wet towel. She smiled weakly and dabbed his head with the cold towel.

"You have been asleep for a few days."

"What happened?" Midoriya tried to sit up, but the moment he pressed against the bed, he could feel excruciating pain shooting up his arms. He lifted his hands up to find them heavily bandaged.

Uraraka lightly held his right hands and explained, "You pulled out a sword and something impossible happened… A light giant of some sort appeared and split the cave apart. Iida and I were both knocked out by the falling rubbles. But the villagers said they found you unconscious by us, with massive amounts of blood coming out from your arms."

Before they could continue the conversation, the village elder entered the room. Her presence instantly silenced the crowd, who were stirred up by what they thought was a miracle. The old woman slowly found a seat for herself and her wrinkled face inspected the young boy.

Uneased, Midoriya waited out of respect. The gravity that the elder brought along with her was suffocating and he could not wait to get out of the bed. Eventually, she spoke. "You managed to pull the sword out, I see…" He had only noticed that the sword was hanging behind him and that half the gaze that he had felt were actually directed at the strange weapon behind him.

He turned too and inspected the sword. There was nothing wrong with it, but he did not find anything that marked the extraordinary power it seemed to have.

"We were tasked with guarding the sword twenty years ago… The sword was never meant to be moved until the legendary hero returns…"

The sword gleamed brilliantly and Midoriya could almost hear a whisper, don't you want to bring me outside of this village?

Absolutely…

"What if I return the sword to him?" Midoriya suggested, his chest pounded in excitement as his breaths drew more intensely. This has to be it, I have to do this.

Hopefully you have enjoyed this. The story would roughly follow the fantasy play put on, but I would love to hear from you guys on what you would like to see!