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The world around Laal Hona (la hough-naw) seemed to be engulfed in flames. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, and could barely hear. He could see the village being burned down, ash, smoke, and smog filling the air, he was suddenly lifted up off of the ground by a woman who cradled him away from the fires. He looked back and saw many people leave the fire, running from people in bird masks.
Laal Hona woke up in his bed, covered in sweat from the reoccurring nightmare from his past. The events had happened 8 years ago, but for some reason had become a reoccurring thing, standing in the doorway was his sister Sundarta. "Another nightmare brother?", she asked in their native tongue. "It is nothing sister, what needs to be done today?", he asked.
"Slow brother, you have just woken up, food is down stairs, your lessons are delayed today for the elders wish to speak to you.", Sundrata says helping him out of bed. "Wait, the elders!? What do they need me for?", Laal Hona asked. "They wouldn't say, only that you are needed to fulfill your destiny.", She patted him on the back and left his room.
Laal Hona looked at his hair and scratched his hair as he tied the beads to his bangs, he put on his natural clothes (tan jeans, boots and a jean jacket) and headed out the door. He was walking past the market, eyeing the apples, the store keeper threw the apple at him. He caught it of course, and continued on his way, because yesterday was his 15th birthday, he couldn't be treated as a child anymore, and had more responsibilities.
Then a group of kids from his school circled him. "Raakshas, raakshas, raakshas.", They shouted at him, even though, he was used to it at this point, he was often called a monster because unlike everyone else in the village, he had a special power. He could turn his limbs into weapons, his arms became blades, steel bats, or just under his wrists, blades would spring out. His fingers could become guns, his legs grew spikes like a mace, and if needed, his hands could become grenades, but it would leave his hands charred black and have to be cooled down in water.
Before with his meeting with elders, he decided to head out to the forest. He kept going until he got to his own secluded spot. He whistled upward into the sky, and soon a hawk came flying by and landed on his shoulder. "Hey horace, how are you?", he asked giving the bird some bread before it flew off, soaring into the sky. Laal always felt like he could see around him with the birds.
He saw the sun get to its highest point, so he ran back to the village to meet with the elders. He opened the door and saw that they had serious faces, it wasn't good. He sat down in a respectful manner, and faced the elders. "Laal Hona, you have suffered much in the village, even though you never let it show much, you've helped with mining, hunting, and studied extra trying to further your status...", the main elder spoke, "...some would call you a hero, but we have decided that you should become an actual one.".
He holds a piece of paper and hands it to Laal. "This is a plane ticket for Japan, you will be sent to U.A. high school and become a legitimate hero. Make us proud boy.", the oldest elder said as Laal Hona smiled widely. He heard the stories of heroes and what they accomplished as a whole. He went home and told his sister of what had happened, they packed him a bag and she took him to the airport. This was his first real time away from the village, so he stuck close to his sister until it was time for him to go on the plane. He watched as he rose farther and farther from the ground and was soon asleep.