Izuku Aetherium Ad Magicka! His name chanted with words of thunder! Hailed with praise of lightning! Shape your! Become your! Your destiny young disciple! Ad Magicka! Ad Magicka! Ad Magicka! Aetherium………! AD MAGICKA!
Life? Few would say they had it hard, few would say they suffered much. That they'd faced the hardest struggles in life, but there is more to suffering than. struggling. Suffering can be accrued through a purposeless existence, where in nothing could ever change to give them that purpose. These people drift, not necessarily having tragic stories to their names, but living a tragic existence nonetheless.
Some might say these people have nothing going for them, but that's not necessarily the truth… at the lowest point, you are open to the greatest growth.
Perhaps that's too obvious, how fitting. The fate shined individual of this story? He's just one of those drifters, a young boy with dreams large and a heart even larger.n An unfounded inner strength, his might is yet to be seen.
This is the story of Izuku Midoriya, Master of Aetherius.
The rock skidded down the river bank, the reflection of his face rippling from the impact. A somber look, for a somber time… the dim dusk shadowed his young face, a sadness seeped in his eyes.
"That's it huh? All my dreams and ambitions, I knew in my heart all along this was the truth." A sardonic smile grew on his face, tears leaking from his green orbs.
His memory flashed to earlier today, his former best friend berating him once again. Even telling him to commit suicide, shows for how much he wanted to be a hero… What was this world? What did it have to offer him?
'All my life… I've been told no, why even bother anymore? I… can't live in a world where I'm powerless to help people…' Eyes darkened, his mind slowly shifting from the youthful innocence it once had to the jaded mentality it now knew.
'Even he…' Even the man who he looked to the most, who's interviews he cited to justify his belief that a quirk wasn't needed to be a hero! That… True heroism was simply to sacrifice oneself for the good of others, no matter the cost!
But… It wasn't so. Not in this world, not in this world where your value as a human being is decided at the drop of a hat. A random factor, a random chance. What justice was that?
Gritting his teeth, he held back the tears at last. Standing tall above the arch of the bridge, his rageful face bared itself to the sky, outholding his arms, the rejected roared.
"I WON'T BE YOUR PLAYTHING ANYMORE!" His voice cracked, straining against the force of his articulation. His eyes lowered after a few moments of intense screaming, the sounds echoing throughout the area.
His eyes met his reflection, a determined grit present on his face. No longer would Izuku Midoriya be the play thing of this world, condemned to be in the background… a civilian! Someone who couldn't go the distances to help someone, to save someone!
"No more… It all ends here… I… I'm sorry mom…" His eyes closed as he prepared to fall, hopefully the impact with the water below would knock him out and let him drown without pain. Not that he was afraid, the hollowness of his heart welcomed anything that could make it feel.
Teetering closer, his foot dangling over the edge…
"Take a swan dive out the window and hope for a quirk in your next life!"
"I hope you're happy... Bakugo..."
Breathing, exhaling. The life he led flashed through his mind, quirkless, rejection, treaded upon, cut down again and again until he had no leg left to stand on… but, what about her? She'd be alone, Dad wouldn't come back...
His eyes opened with urgency, falling back onto the bridge the rejected teen was breathing heavily.
"How could I even consider that? What would Mom say… What would she do, I couldn't do that to her…" His dried up tear ducts watered again, falling to his knees... The boy cursed his existence as he wept.
How could he? Was he really that sinister to consider leaving his Mom behind? Why...
why...
Staying there for what seemed like an eternity, the boy cried his last tear. Unable to summon the liquids from his eyes, he silently shook. After he felt the warmth from the sun leave his skin, dejected eyes raised to the sky as the only source of light. The stars reflecting in his glossy orbs, for a small moment the somber depression left his visage… the beauty of the starry sky was not something he saw often… actually nobody in Japan saw it often.
"What the…"
The light grew brighter, the sky warping and contorting in innumerable ways. Transcendent and translucent images passed through the sky, images of space and at the same time not space… A ball of energy in the sky… The boy's eyes couldn't properly perceive what he was seeing, his eyes bore witness to the song of reality… too much for mortal eyes.
Before he could zero sum, a flash of purple light engulfed him… For Izuku Midoriya, his existence on Earth, had ended.
Light, Worlds, Gods, Divines, Demons, Spirits, Death, Birth, Stasis, Change…
It all came flooding through the hypergonal form his mind now took, the infinite transcendence of his being at that very moment crashed against the mortal coil he once had… transforming it into something new…
Worlds of infinite change, infinite variability, hellscape, dark lands, a mist filled world, laughter, chains... These worlds overlapped in his brain as he traveled, no longer being perceived as normal... at last, he reached the summit of his journey...
Darkness.
Smell, touch, hearing, sight, taste. These senses allowed the brain to digest the surrounding world in a way that was comprehensive to the mortal mind, but at that moment… his mind was amidst a metamorphosis. The boy could no longer look upon the world with the same view, literally and metaphorically.
But… He needed to awaken.
Green eyes open, the shock of a sudden movement from a formerly stasis object caused the butterfly resting on his nose to fly off, the slow fluttering of its wings drawing his steady gaze as he followed it's soothing movement.
Settling, his eyes stared straight up. Not moving a muscle as he lay against an indescribable floor, he could make out trees of green and a sky of blue with clouds just as usual… but he felt something was off.
"W-where am I…" he tried to lift his arms but couldn't, even then his mind was still at ease. Like it was incapable of being in discomfort, he felt something moving in his head… a soft grasp, a soft touch.
"Apologies, you can't quite move yet I'm afraid…" a soft voice entered his ears, coating his brain like a sweet embrace. If he wasn't totally at ease before, he would be now.
It was at that moment he realized he was floating, not quite… Hovering? Hovering over a pond, his body glowing and somehow warding off the wetness…
"I cannot believe it… A mortal from another Aurbis… Thank Auri-El I tore his body from the temporal flux in time…" The soft voice mumbled, his words making no sense to the young boy.
After a few moments, his sense of taste returned to him. He could taste the air around him, the unnatural air that flowed with an energy unknown. Then his sense of smell returned, the smell of an otherworldly perfume filtered through his nose and released dopamine in his brain. Finally his sense of touch was restored, he could feel the embrace of ephemeral waters below him. And yet remained dry and unwetted, he could feel the soft glare of the sun against his skin and the casual breeze of the wind.
Was this paradise after death?
His eyes darted around, his body slowly rising from the liquid as a soft blue glow still covered his form. Now upright, the form of a golden skinned man filled his vision. His shirtless body glistened in the sunlight like some sort of deity, his eyes glowed with the same blue energy that surrounded the young boy at that very moment.
His feet touched the ground, it took the boy a few seconds to realize he could move again.
"Ah, there we are hm? I had to repair your mind from it's experience, bathing within Aetherius is far too much for most mortals, and attempting to understand it's hypergonal morphology? Auri-El, you got off luckier than most." The boy raised his hands, opening and shutting his palm as if he'd just been reborn.
"Um…" A quiet voice.
"I'm immensely surprised you survived the trip in all honesty, you must have an immense will power that betrays your stature my young friend!" His exuberant voice did nothing to ease Izuku's now lonesome mind, the presence from earlier gone as he quickly became more and more aware
An awkward smile, "Um sir…?" His meek voice betrayed no weight.
"I must say, it was certainly a trial protecting you from falling into the grasp of oblivion or even worse, the void… Alas I've prevented either and-"
"Sir! Can you please tell me where I am!" He interrupted the soft spoken man, his face slightly irritated. The man had a small shock on his face, the birds nearby flying off at the sudden yell.
Smiling, the golden skinned man laughed suddenly. The display drew a sweatdrop from the young boy, "Ah yes, my apologies my young friend. It seems in my excitement I dallied in my efforts to inform you of this predicament, and the circumstances that led to it." His flowery language softened the boy's grimace.
"O-oh I'm sorry I just- I'm just lost here kinda I don't know how I got here or am I even alive? Was meeting All Might a dream? Did that Sludge villain really kill me? Mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter." Staring with a bemused face, the golden skinned man laughed boisterously. Interrupting the young boy from his muttering.
"I dare say I've met my match! I too love to talk a lot, however we should not dally further." His face hardened as the boy shocked from his chatterings and blushed. Truly getting a good look at the man before him, the boy realized this was not merely a man… some Elven fairytale creature, a being who bled power from his every orifice and pore, from his stance to his physique and to his aura. His pointed ears, white hair and sharp jaw gave him a regal look fit for a… a God almost.
The man… No elf, waved his hand. Suddenly the boy found himself sitting in an odd chair, one seemingly made from dirt. Instead of questioning the insanity of what he was now convinced was a dream, he got comfy and began to question whether or not he'd wake up.
The elf curled his long fingers together, "I'll be frank with you, what I've accomplished today has never been done in the history of Tamriel…"
'Tamriel…?' The elf noticed his confused look and mentally face palmed. "Oh yes, let's not get ahead of ourselves." Snapping his fingers, a misty apparition appeared behind him. An ephemeral cartography, a map of unknown lands.
The elf raised his hands dramatically over the apparition, "This, my young friend, is Tamriel. The main continent of Nirn, the world we live on currently. Specifically an Island north of the summerset Isles is our current location." The information only drew a confused look from the boy. "When your Aurbis and mine overlapped for a small moment, I was able to rip you from your own world and save you from further mental erosion."
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"Am I dreaming?"
"No I'm afraid not."
His gaze hardened, "I must be dreaming, maybe I did end up jumping after all and this is heaven…" His low muttering was coherent enough for the elf to understand.
"Boy!" The hardened voice shocked him from his trance.
"I dare say I just heard you reference an attempted suicide!" As if struck, the young boy recoiled from his voice. His mind relapsing back to his place on the ground, smoking and charred.
"Oh dear… what ill's have befallen you? Poor child." The man waved his fingers, a wispy blue orb of light projecting from his gesture towards the shaking boy.
The orb splintered across his body and covered his mind, perfectly calming him. "Um, what was that?" A faint glow encompassed his form, green eyes looking on in wonder.
"A pacify spell, a rather simple cast that calms the target." Spell?
"That's your quirk, you can use magic?" He looked eager to learn, but the elf had a confused look on his golden face.
"Quirk? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." Izuku eeped, "I totally forgot this was a different world!" The white haired elf chuckled at that.
"A quirk this is not, I'm but another mage who controls the magicka of Aetherius to do his bidding." Snapping his fingers, a ball of light floated forth and began orbiting around the young boy, his eyes vibrating in awe.
"You mean, others can use it?" His eyes settled back on the elven mage, his mind for some reason couldn't muster up any negative thoughts or questioning.
"Yes, anyone with a strong enough will can learn it. Judging by your reaction to magic, I take it your Aurbis is different?" A nod, "In my world, we say universe. But yeah, we don't have magic in our world… Instead we have something called quirks." The boy droned on, taking in a more somber tone.
"Wonderful powers, most of everyone is born with one that's unique to them and them alone… They're amazing." The elf noticed the sadness in his voice, behind his smile.
"In my world, people use them to become heroes and to save others… it's what I've always wanted to do myself but… I'm one of the few born powerless… it's impossible." The elf frowned, a power left to genetic chance? Impossibility?
"Bah!"
Looking up apologetically, "Sorry, I must be rambling again." A wobbly smile, the boy apologized. The calm of his spell is still effective, but even still he was too apologetic.
"My boy, do not apologize for sharing knowledge! I live to learn!" The young boy reckoned the elf sitting to the front of him was around 20-25 years old if his energy was anything to go by.
"Sorry!" He cupped his face with his hand.
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Ignoring that, "Haha! My boy you must tell me your name, I sense something about our fated meeting today!" The boy in question lost his blue glow, his embarrassment growing.
"My name… well if you really want to hear it, I'm Izuku Midoriya Sir!" The squeaky voice sounded out, Izuku shutting his eyes.
"No doubt a name from outside this Aurbis, very well…" The shirtless mage stood up, once more he waved his hand, but this time the light appeared over himself… the boy struggled against the sudden winds that picked up. Solidifying across his body like a firm wrapping, the light fell away to reveal a powerful and intricate garb, one that beheld the prestige of a greater being. A shaft of light appeared at his side, the mage reached out and took it in his hand…
The winds blew around his small form, struggling to stand in the presence of the being before him… The boy shut his eyes tightly. Incomprehensible energies flowing past and through his body.
Izuku whimpered for a few seconds, the howling winds dying and numbing, a gentle breeze replaced it. Slowly, lids parted to reveal glossy green orbs. Izuku looked forward and beheld the form of a great figure, one who could no doubt end his existence with a mere flick of his staff.
Lowering several octaves, he spoke. "I? I am Vanus Galerion, Archmagister, former Psijic, and greatest of all? Teacher. But none of that means anything to you my friend. I must say you surprised me with your little spiel, and how utterly incorrect it was." Upright on his knees, tears flowed out freely. Whether it being from the power beheld, or the sadness he felt, or a mere attempt at feeling… it didn't matter at that moment.
"Boy, you are not powerless!" Green orbs widened, the mage echoed his voice throughout the forest to emphasize.
"The mere fact that you survived such a trip? Even if you can't understand what you've done, trust me when I say you are not powerless… For when I was but a child I was told these exact words." His eyes trembled, a mystical light surrounded the elf and coalesced to emphasize.
"You are not the slave to the destiny people put on you, born powerless or not every single one of us has the power to change, the power to make our OWN destiny. Remember this Trechtus, power is a choice." The words reverberated, the boy pursed his lips and shut his eyes tightly.
"Never call yourself powerless, at the very least you're powerless now. But at the deepest depth of despair is one infinitely powerful to be better, I refute your claim on it being impossible!" His eyes began watering again as Izuku realized where he was going with this.
"I can tell from your eyes, that fire to do good has not been put out. It still burns brightly, brighter than any I've ever seen! But it is not for me to say, what is it that YOU want?" Clutching his heart, the boy let out struggled gasps. He could barely stand up, his knees trembling and his body still in recovery.
"I…" The Elf before him held no judgment in his eyes, only a calm calculating stare.
"I…" He remembered all those times he looked for validation, all the times he asked if it was possible, all this time he was asking the wrong person… all this time he was trying to draw on the support of an outside source, someone to tell him he could… but he knew now!
"I WILL!" A roar, an assertion.
"I WILL become a hero!" His roar sounded out through the forest, his voice cracking once more as he screamed out.
"I WILL SAVE!" With a smile.
"I will…" His voice trailed off.
"I decided that..." Falling out of conscience, the boy drooped down only to be caught by the now robed warlock.
Smiling, the mage whispered these last few words, "And so I will teach you, I decided that. Not fate, not anything else but I… Sleep now."
And so after waking up in a world unfamiliar, he did just that.
Hello, how ya doing… Wait, this isn't Daikaiju? Yea, welcome to my second attempt at a story… This is something I've wanted to do forever, and I don't think I've seen a proper attempt at an Elder Scrolls my Hero crossover yet.
What should you expect from this story? An actual crossover, magic jargon, jargon in general (Hypergonal isn't a real word but it's used in TES), verbose language, philosophy, morality, whatever… and of course, no little amount of action.
As a certified Elder scrolls lore geek, expect various elements from it's morphology to show up here (I'll try to keep it tame enough where you don't need to read all the books to understand it). This is going to be fun.
Also I'm going to take some liberties with the elder scrolls magic from how it's portrayed in games, it's going to be more like how magic is conveyed in the lore (So much more powerful). And then make some tweaks to make it fit better in a My Hero storyline.
This is my first attempt at writing a canon Izuku Midoriya, I really try to nail that characterization, dialect, diction, etc that characters specifically use when I write them. Hope it was decent.