Beginning A/N: This idea was actually formed when I was watching clips from the movie Eragon, remember that one? And as I delved into the lore of the Inheritance series I got really interested in this particular series. And so, after careful consideration of what I wanted to do, this story was created. Let's see just how well it does, eh?

A/N 2: Oh yeah, also, I should mention that the dragons featured in this story are not the exact same dragons from the inheritance cycle. They're descendants of the original dragons from Eragon's time. So, this should be interesting.

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia, Legend of Korra, or Eragon!

Dialogue Key

"..." = Regular Speech

'...' = Someone Thinking

"..." = All Might/One For All Vestiges Speaking

"..." = Dragons Speaking

The camera opens on a four year old Izuku looking up at the starry sky, covered in bruises and burn marks as he silently sheds tears of anguish.

Hoka no daremo ayumenai

Kono hibi ni mune yo sawage

The shadow of a mighty dragon appears over him as Izuku is spirited away from the living hell that is his life. Ten years later, fourteen year old Izuku looks down at his left palm to see the stylized 'e' scar that marks him as a dragon rider. Appearing back to back with him is Avatar Korra who has a similar mark on her own palm. They look up at the sky as their dragons, Shruikan and Saphira, swoop down with a roar.

Yuraida sekai de yuruganai

Kotae o sagasu yori

Izuku and Korra are seen training in preparation for the trials that lay ahead of them. Korra uses her waterbending to send a water whip at Izuku while he disburses the attack with an 'impact' as he channels One For All into his finger. Watching the spar from the sidelines are Korra's parents along with Tenzin and his family. And behind them are Saphira and Shruikan, watching with pride as their riders continued to grow stronger.

Mugen no gimen o itazura ni

Tsudzukete ikite itai

Amon is seen at a rally as his Equalists raise their fists in a declaration of war. Lin and her officers patrol the streets of Republic City as Councilman Tarrlok sits in his office, scheming with an arrogant and sinister smirk on his face. Hiroshi sits in his secret laboratory, a scowl on his face as he remembers how one of the Triads killed his wife before he was approached by Amon and given a chance to rid the world of the benders who abuse their powers. Behind him are hundreds of freshly built war machines ready to be unleashed upon the city and its benders.

Mienai yoroi wo nugisutete

Hoho wo utsu kaze ga

Korra and Izuku stand on the shores of Airbender Island looking out at Republic City, their hair billowing in the wind. Both of them appear to have some doubts about their abilities to save everyone from Amon and his Equalists. Both turn around and smile upon seeing their dragons, both of whom are ready for battle, along with their friends, Bolin, Mako, and Asami. Izuku and Korra share a determined smile… and saddle up!

Jibun wo mamotte te ni dekiru

Mononi kachi nankanai to yuu

Saphira flies high performing fast and agile aerial maneuvers as she blasts Equalist airships out of the sky with her fire breath, and knocks equalist planes down to the ground with her tail. Korra helps her by using her bending to deflect and redirect attacks that were headed for them. Shruikan roars as he tears up the Equalist ground forces with his claws and teeth, his armor protecting him even from the advanced weaponry of the Equalists. Izuku jumps off of Shruikan and sends several mecha-tanks crashing back with a Lunar Impact.

Tsukiageta nanbaa wan ga yubi sasu sora no kanata

Ima yori mo takai keshikiga mitai kara

Bolin and Mako fought back to back as the Equalists swarmed the streets of Republic City, while Lin swung overhead on her metal cable like Spider-Man web swinging across the skyscrapers of New York City, sending sharpened shards of her armor at the Equalist mecha-tanks. Asami provided backup through her own martial arts as Tenzin used Airbending to blast away Equalists while getting the innocents to safety as he lead the evacuation. He and the others quickly took cover as Saphira and Shruikan rained fire from above.

Mitasarenai kara kara ni

Kawaita kokoro wo

Moyashite mirai wo aburidase

Gensou wo yaki tsukuse

Korra, Izuku, and the rest of Team Avatar stood across from the remaining Equalists. Amon stood at the front with Hiroshi nearby. The masked madman ran forward as Korra and Izuku charged to meet him head on. The scene formed a freeze frame of the three warriors about to face off, each with a fist reared back to strike.

The Start of a Legend

Fifteen years old Avatar Korra sighed sadly as she lay in her bed. Her real bed. Not that hard thing that may as well be a block of wood that she's forced to sleep on at the White Lotus compound.

She had just gotten through with another grueling lesson from her Firebending instructor who had this terrible habit of forcing her to train until her bones felt like they were going to shatter under the pressure, which was not a pleasant experience. Even now, she was sore and achy all over but she didn't want to bother her old teacher, Katara, with aches and pains that were just going to come back the next day. He absolutely drilled her into the ground with his brand of training making a point that he wouldn't tolerate anything less than perfection. But the thing is, Korra has practically mastered everything the man had taught her, but nothing she did was ever good enough. Quite frankly, she was beginning to despise the White Lotus and everything they stood for as she saw the corruption that was running deep within the old organization, she didn't care that they helped Aang end the Hundred-Year War. And she was absolutely cursing her predecessor's name for his part in her becoming nothing more than a prisoner in her own village with the White Lotus as her jailers.

A tear fell from her eye as she turned on her side. This whole situation would be a lot more tolerable if her Polarbear-Dog, Naga, was still alive and with her. When she had turned ten, Naga was found dead in her kennel. The White Lotus had claimed that Naga had been sick and passed away in her sleep from the disease, but even at that age Korra knew better. The White Lotus had murdered Naga in cold blood all so that she wouldn't have any, quote-on-quote: 'distractions', from mastering the four elements and becoming a fully realized Avatar.

These days she wished that she had never been discovered as the Avatar. That she could just live her life like a normal human-being and have grown up with a real childhood. Instead, she's being groomed into a weapon to be unleashed on the enemies of her masters. And she hated it.

She especially hated her so-called 'teachers' and their unrealistic expectations. She worked her butt off day and night for her Earth and Firebending teachers, but nothing she did was ever good enough. She remembered the days when she trained under Katara to master Waterbending and she knew that, unlike the White Lotus, she was a woman of integrity and a truly honorable bending master. Unlike anyone in that blasted organization.

A knock on her door was heard.

"Korra, honey? Are you awake?"

The door creaked open and in walked her mother, Senna. The older woman was worried for her child, especially for her mental and emotional health. She knew that the White Lotus were pushing her daughter too hard, especially with their stunt of killing Naga the way they did. She had found some rather damning evidence about it as well. Apparently, one of the White Lotus had put a few drops of a fast-acting poison into Naga's water dish the night of her death. It was tasteless, odorless, and from what she's heard from Tenzin some doctors in Republic City use it in a lethal injection that's used to end the suffering of the dying. Death was quick and painless, but that didn't excuse what they did to poor Naga.

Senna could hear Korra's stifled sobs as she tried not to cry and felt her heart shatter. She and Tonraq never should have revealed that her daughter was the Avatar so soon. Especially if she had known that her precious daughter, her pride and joy, would be subjected to such treatment because of it. She quickly crossed the room and sat down at the edge of her daughter's bed, undid Korra's hair from the wolftails she keeps it in, and began to gently stroke her daughter's hair like she would when her daughter was just a little girl. Korra glanced up at her mother, eyes full of tears that she was just barely holding back.

Senna gently brought her daughter up into a hug and said in a quiet, motherly voice, "It's okay, sweetie. Just let it all out. Don't keep it pent up inside."

Finally, the dam broke and Korra buried her face into Senna's shoulder as she cried out all of her pain and frustration, and her anger. Senna just rocked her daughter back and forth and ran a hand up and down her back. One thing was certain, she was definitely going to be having words with the White Lotus. Whether any of them came out of that without injury, and especially with all of their teeth, remained to be seen.

But for now, Senna was more than content to comfort her daughter during these trying times.

Little did they know, Korra's father, Tonraq, was watching the whole thing from Korra's bedroom door and felt just as guilty as his wife for what his daughter has gone through. He couldn't help but feel that he caused all of it. He knew that he should have intervened sooner but he had placed too much faith in the White Lotus to train Korra and guide her on the right path to being the Avatar. Especially after what happened not long after Korra had been unveiled as the Avatar.

As Tonraq turned and went back to the main room of his family's hut, he silently vowed to make things right, whatever it took.

It took Korra a good twenty minutes to calm down enough to the point where she could stop crying, though Senna honestly thought it would take longer. The older woman broke the hug and held her daughter at arm's length and saw how Korra's eyes had become red and puffy from crying. She took a cloth out from her pocket and gave it to Korra, telling her to dry her tears which she did quickly.

"Feel better, sweetie?" Senna asked.

Honestly, Korra didn't feel any better about her situation. Her heart still ached over Naga's death and she could just remember the pain that Aang felt when he thought that he had lost Appa forever. And it just compounded with her own anguish. Her emotional pain greatly outweighed the physical pain from her 'training' with the White Lotus. Korra stood up from her bed and started walking towards her coat rack.

"Korra?" Senna said with understandable worry.

Korra stopped in the middle of putting her parka on and said, "I, uh… I need to be alone. I promise I'll be home by dinner."

She finished putting her warmer clothes on and quickly left the house to avoid the possibility of the White Lotus spotting her. Senna watched from the window with sad eyes as her daughter disappeared over the horizon. One thing's for sure, the White Lotus weren't getting away from Senna's wrath unscathed.

~Meanwhile, Musutafu Japan~

(Izuku's POV.)

"I'm sorry, young man. But no… I don't believe that one can become a hero without a quirk." a man named Toshinori Yagi said. "If you still want to help people, maybe try becoming a firefighter or a police officer. They're both highly respectable professions. It's okay to have dreams, but perhaps try to keep them a bit more realistic."

I could feel my dreams being crushed right then and there. All Might, the Symbol of Peace and Japan's Number One Hero… didn't believe that someone like me, someone who's quirkless… can be a hero?

I should probably explain from the beginning, shouldn't I?

Well, that's a long story, but I'll summarize as best I can. You see, the first instance was in Qing-Qing China, a little girl was born glowing as bright as a star. Quite literally. As the years went by, more and more instances like this began cropping up. People born with unique powers and abilities the likes of which have never been seen in humanity before. Soon, our streets became the very comic book battlegrounds that we always fantasized about as children, and the abnormal became completely normal.

It was an age of heroes!

Along with these super powered individuals came new laws put into place to regulate usage of these powers, which we now call Quirks, in order to crack down on vigilantism and give these quirked individuals the chance to put their powers to good use. And with these laws came the profession of Pro Heroes. In this business, your career is mostly dependant upon your spot on a sort of leaderboard. Those with the highest rankings solve the most cases, fight the most villains, save the most people, become the most popular, and receive the most money from saving the day. Well, minus what may or may not be deducted for possible property damage.

And ever since I can remember, I have wanted to be a pro hero like the greatest hero in all of Japan: All Might. A hero who saves everyone with a smile on his face.

But I was born as one of the unfortunate ones.

You see, around eighty percent of the world's total population is born with a quirk. Some have incredibly powerful quirks that are perfect for heroics. Combat based quirks such as strength enhancers, elemental manipulation, and even transformation. There are quirks that are perfect for rescue operations like enhanced senses of hearing and smell, or gravity negation, and there are even quirks used in underground hero work which involves things like reconnaissance and espionage. Quirks for this category usually involve more obscure types of quirks such as camouflage, or quirks that can manipulate a villains senses.

Then there are lower tier quirks that are more cosmetic than anything else. Such as having an inflatable face or the power to stretch your eyeballs from their sockets, or just the power to change the color of your eyes at will or having a literal cactus for a head.

Then you get down to those from the unlucky twenty percent, like me. Those of us who are born without any quirk at all. People typically refer to people like me as quirkless. I learned of my quirklessness when a quirk doctor took an x-ray of my feet and found that I have a second joint in my pinky toe, something that's a common trait among people who don't have a quirk. From there, my life just went downhill. Especially when my now former childhood friend went from being my friend to becoming my biggest and worst tormentor. Especially since he suicide baited me today.

As All Might left from the roof we had landed on, all strength left my body as I found myself collapsing on my back. All my life I had hoped that All Might would be different from everyone else, and yet… he's just like the rest of them. A quirkist who doesn't believe that one can be a hero without a quirk. I guess that's really all that matters in the world anymore, isn't it? Even if you have a weak or useless quirk at least you're still viewed as human. But if you don't have even that, you're nothing but a blemish upon humanity. I've seen the statistics for suicide rates among the quirkless, and most don't even live long enough to see their tenth birthday, let alone make it to adulthood. I'm just glad that my mother, bless her soul, never stopped loving me despite my lack of a quirk.

I laid there on the roof just staring at the sky. Even as noon turned to dusk, I hadn't moved. I couldn't bring myself to. In the corner of my eye, I could see smoke and what looked like the glow of fire. Probably another villain attack. Normally I would be geeking out and rushing over to see what kind of quirks I could analyze - did I forget to mention that I analyze quirks? - but I just couldn't bring myself to do so. Or to care.

My eyelids felt so heavy. I guess I was even more drained, both physically and emotionally, than I thought. I probably should have at least gone to the hospital after my talk with All Might and made sure there were no health concerns after my near death experience at the hands of that sludge villain from earlier.

Call me a procrastinator if you want, but I'll do it later.

I think I'll just close my eyes, and… take a nap…

(Third Person POV.)

Izuku's eyes snapped open just in time for him to see himself in some sort of dark void made entirely out of black mist. He tried to call out to see if anyone else was there, but no sound came out. He looked down and saw that most of his body from the nose down, other than his hands and feet, were covered in this black mist.

"Sorry kid, but you can't really communicate with us just yet." said a man's voice.

Izuku looked up and saw seven people sitting on what appeared to be thrones of some sort. There were six men of varying ages and one woman who kind of reminded Izuku of his mother, only she had black hair, her eyes were a different shape, and she was in much better shape than his mother. Now, Izuku didn't think that his mother, Inko, was obese, goodness no. But he knows how much the stress of raising a quirkless child in such an anti-quirkless country has affected her. At least in places like America people who are quirkless are much safer thanks to strictly enforced anti-descrimination laws. But, I digress.

"Welcome, Young Midoriya. Before you ask, yes, we know who you are. And we have seen your life up until this point." said a sickly looking man.

"You're probably wondering who we are, though, right? Just nod or shake your head to answer." said a buff man wearing a bandana.

Izuku nodded 'yes' to the man's question.

"We are the vestiges of the past users of this quirk that was created in my time, back when quirks were on the rise and everything was in chaos." the sickly man said. "Each one of us was alive at a different point in history when pro heroes were becoming more and more prominent in society. Not all of us were heroes or even wanted to fight villains, but we each took the burden of carrying this mighty quirk."

"I was the seventh holder of the quirk and passed on to this dum-dum next to us because, at the time, I saw that he had the true heart of a hero and wanted to nurture that heroic spirit." the woman said, jabbing her thumb towards what appeared to be a cardboard cutout of All Might in his buff form. "My name is Nana Shimura, by the way. But, more to the point, Toshinori is the eight user of our shared quirk, and now, through a series of crazy circumstances, the quirk has been passed on to you, Izuku Midoriya."

Izuku's eyes seemed to widen as he thought to himself, 'All Might's quirk has been passed on to me? Why? HOW? Quirks aren't supposed to do that! I mean, I've heard about quirks being hereditary, so maybe it works similarly to that? Or maybe it's mutter, mutter, mutter…'

Nana just giggled and shook her head with a motherly smile as she and the other users of All Might's quirk could practically hear Izuku's mutter storm. It was evident from how his eyes turned into classic cartoon swirls. The others, however, had large sweatdrops at this strange mutter storm.

"For heaven's sake boy, take a breath! Do you even have any lungs?" exclaimed the second user.

That snapped Izuku out of it. The boy bowed his head as a form of apology, but Nana and the other Vestiges simply waved it off. They were more impressed by the boy's intellect than anything else.

"As to how you came to acquire the quirk, that's actually quite simple. It seems that while you were clinging to Eight's leg during your impromptu flight on Air All Might, he began to cough up blood as he approached his time limit. A drop of his blood fell into your mouth so fast that you didn't even taste it as you accidentally swallowed the blood. And since our, or should I say, your quirk can only be passed down if the user WANTS it to be passed down, I theorize that because Eight was already looking for a successor he subconsciously decided to pass the quirk on to you. But that last bit is merely speculation." explained the fifth user. "Ah, that reminds me. We still haven't told you what this quirk is or what it is called."

Nana took over the explanation as she walked up to Izuku and gently tilted his head upwards. The lad saw what appeared to be eight stars orbiting around each other, each glowing a different color. There was a smaller green star forming among them. He theorized that those stars were meant to represent the past and current users of the quirk.

"Our quirk, Midoriya, is a quirk that dates back to the very dawn of quirks. It's stockpiling quirk that has been passed down for nine generations as of today, growing in strength with each new user as they add their physical power onto the power stockpiled from the past users. And now, Midoriya, it's your turn to carry the sacred torch that is our quirk… One For All."

'One… For… All…' Izuku thought in awe.

"But for now, Izuku, it's time for you to return to the physical world. When you awaken, you will be in a land not your own, and you will embark on a grand adventure unlike anything you could ever imagine. And you won't be alone." Nana said, kissing him on the forehead which would have caused Izuku to blush if he could. (he's never had much luck with the opposite sex because of his lack of a quirk.)

She returned to her throne and gave him a reassuring smile.

"You are one of the first of a new generation of great heroes from a time before quirks ever existed. You… are one of the next Dragon Riders." Nana said.

As Izuku felt himself waking up and the strange world, which he chalked up to being a mindscape formed by One For All, began to vanish a single thought crossed his mind.

'Dragon Rider? What's a dragon rider?'

(Real World: Third Person POV.)

Izuku awoke with a start. Slowly sitting up, the boy felt stiff and sore all over, likely from falling asleep on a rooftop.

"Wait a minute, what time is it? Oh man, mom is gonna be so worried!" Izuku exclaimed.

But as he got a good look at his surroundings he soon realized that he was farther away from home than he realized. He was in some sort of cave made out of a dark colored stone. And judging from the sound of strong winds blowing outside and the appearance of snow and ice at the mouth of the cave, it was in someplace that was in a near constant winter season. But without having a good layout of the area he wouldn't be able to figure out where that is. And there was no way in the nine levels of hell Izuku was going out there in the middle of a possible blizzard! That would be just plain suicide!

So instead, Izuku gathered smaller rocks from around the cave and built a fire pit.

"And mom said carrying survival gear in my bag was a dumb idea." Izuku said to himself as he opened his bag.

Pulling out the quirk analysis notebook that his former friend turned bully, Katsuki Bakugo, nearly destroyed using his explosion quirk, Izuku set it to the side and began pulling out the necessary tools to start a fire. He took out a roll of sticks and a few small logs, some old cotton to use for tinder, cooking fuel, and a box of matches. And like an expert survivalist, Izuku built a nice cozy fire in no time at all. Staring into the flames he couldn't help but ponder his experience with those people from his dream. Was it even a dream, or did it really happen? Does he really have some sort of ultra-powerful quirk that has been passed down for nine generations, including himself?

He'd worry about that later. Right now, he would need to figure out how he got to this cave and find a way to get home. He had no doubts at all that his mother must be worried sick! Not that he blames her, as, like he's mentioned before, she's always had his back even before he was diagnosed as quirkless. Although, he had to admit that she hadn't exactly been too on board with his choice to become a quirkless hero. He understands that the life of a hero is dangerous, but he can't just sit on the sidelines and watch as someone else gets hurt when he could have done something to help. That's just not who he is!

Izuku sighed, a cloud of steam exiting his mouth due to the cold air. Maybe he should have taken his aunt Mitsuki up on her offer of therapy. He idly wondered if that offer was still open.

He was startled from his musings when he heard an odd sound. Looking around, Izuku's eyes landed on something in the shadows of the cave. An oval shaped object roughly the size of a small to medium sized watermelon. It was colored black so Izuku hadn't seen it in the darkness of the cave until now. The object kept shuddering and shaking, bulging and cracking in certain areas.

It suddenly popped as pieces of it went flying and a small creature was left gurgling in its place!

"Whoa, okay! No doubt about it, that was a huge egg!" exclaimed Izuku.

The creature that hatched from the egg yawned and rolled over from its position on its back as it blinked its eyes open and spotted the green-haired boy. Taking a closer look, Izuku's eyes went wide as he saw that what hatched from the egg wasn't a bird, and it was no ordinary species of reptile like a turtle or a crocodile.

The creature that Izuku was staring at… there was no doubt about it. It was a baby dragon!

If Izuku remembers his dragon mythology and legends right, then this dragon was of the European Dragon species that are commonly depicted in British Folklore as the giant, fire-breathing creatures that destroy kingdoms, kidnap princesses, and are eventually slain by gallant knights in shining armor. But this little creature was obviously a baby, and he would know. He just watched it hatch.

The dragon was small, only about the size of a large house cat. It had scales that were as black as the night and shone with a luster of beautiful polished obsidian, and they seemed to be almost white at the base of the feet and on its underbelly. The dragon's wings were like a bat's having a leathery membrane stretched over a classic arm and finger bone structure. The dragonling had the beginnings of horns that were a lighter shade of black than its scales, and spikes running down its neck along with small yet sharp claws, which were alabaster white. As well as its small yet sharp, meat-shearing teeth that Izuku saw when the dragonling yawned. The little dragon looked up at Izuku with big, curious amber yellow eyes that were split by vertical pupils that looked kind of like ovals. Finally, Izuku noticed that the dragonling had a small, arrowhead-shaped spade at the end of its tail.

"Whoa… I know that Ryukyu can turn into something similar, but I never thought that dragons could actually exist." Izuku said in awe.

The baby dragon tensed up and got ready to defend itself from a possible threat, but Izuku knew how to handle himself around animals in situations like these. Making himself appear as nonthreatening as possible, Izuku quietly shushed the baby dragon and reached out with his right hand. The hatchling slowly relaxed and began to waddle towards Izuku, sniffing the boy's hand much like a dog or a cat would. Seeming to decide that the boy wasn't a threat, the dragonling placed its head in his palm causing Izuku to gasp as a bright light filled his vision.

~With Korra: Same Time~

Korra sat alone in a cave far away from the village, the only source of light and warmth being from the fire she had built as her knees were drawn up to her chest. Her situation reminded her so much of when she and Naga had first met and their bond had formed. She choked back a sob as she refused to show anymore weakness. She wouldn't give the White Lotus the satisfaction of breaking her like she knew they wanted to. At least, that's what she saw their 'training' as. A way for them to rid Korra of her free will and make her into their loyal weapon.

But even still, holding in all of her negative feelings wasn't good for her emotional health. And because of her stubborn refusal to cry where the White Lotus might see, she couldn't properly mourn.

Korra stoked the fire with a long stick and added another log to keep her fire going. No sense allowing herself to freeze to death no matter how tempting it was in her current state of mind. She was broken from her thoughts when she heard a small thumping sound. She snapped to attention and looked around as she tried to pinpoint the source of the sound. Could it have been a wild animal come to make this cave its home? Possibly. Polarbear-Dogs and artic wolves could definitely use a cave like this as shelter from a bad blizzard. She heard the little thumps again and saw movement in her peripheral. The blue stone that she had found was moving, bulging in certain places…

And with a loud 'CRACK' the 'stone' practically exploded to reveal a small creature in its place!

Small warbles could be heard from the creature as it slowly blinked open its eyes and flailed its limbs around, obviously not used to being out of its shell. Seeing this miracle of nature, Korra couldn't stop herself from breaking out into the biggest smile she's had in a long time.

"That was no stone… it was an egg!" she gasped in awe. "Oh, just look at you…!"

She knelt down as the creature managed to flip itself off of its back and onto its belly as it stood on shaky limbs. It had a long neck on a stocky body and four limbs. A long tail grew from the base of the creature's spine, and it had a pair of wings with a familiar arm and finger bone structure, though she could faintly see what looked like feathers growing from the top side of the leathery appendages, along with a pair of small stumps growing from the back of its head which Korra assumed to be the beginning of small horns. It was covered in scales that glittered like shards of sapphire, and its eyes were a gorgeous ocean blue. On its head was a tiny tuft of hair that was a lighter shade of blue than the creature's scales. It had tiny talons on each foot that were bone-white, its hands having three fingers and a thumb while its feet had three toes and a spur. Its head was roughly triangular in shape, and Korra could see two fangs that slightly jutted out of the upper lip and over the bottom.

The creature took a few clumsy steps forward, and looked up at Korra with big, adorable eyes.

"What are you?" she asked as she knelt down.

The creature flare out its wings with a loud, gurgly screech causing Korra to fall back on her rear, but the smile never left her face. She just kept her eyes on the strange creature as it seemed to be inspecting her.

"Well… You're not a bird. Are you… some kind of dragon?" she asked.

She dragon folded its wings as it seemed to shy away a little. Korra gently made quiet shushing noises as she slowly reached her hand out towards the… she was convinced… baby dragon. The hatchling halted in its tracks, and seemed able to sense that Korra wasn't a threat. As Korra's outstretched right hand grew closer to the hatchling, the dragonling closed the distance and placed her hand on Korra's palm.

A bright flash of blue light suddenly filled the cave! A blinding light that was so bright, one could have seen it in the blizzard if they were looking!

Little did the Avatar or Izuku know that their lives were now intertwined in ways they could have never conceived. A brand new adventure was beginning for the new Avatar and for a young boy who had inherited a powerful quirk.

The age of Dragon Riders had begun anew!

***To Be Continued…***

Ending A/N: And there we go, the first chapter of what will, hopefully, be a good Legend of Korra story mixed with My Hero Academia. Let me tell you, I was sorely tempted to give Izuku Zeno Bell's lightning spells from Zatch Bell as his quirk in this story, but I decided not to deviate from my original idea because I probably was going to regret it for the rest of this story! But if you guys want to see a My Hero Academia/Zatch Bell story where I do this for Izuku, let me know and I might just write the story. Also, I was going to add Izuku meeting his own dragon in this chapter, but I couldn't settle on how he would. So, unfortunately, that's going to have to wait until next chapter. I'm sorry about that. But until next update, thanks for reading and I'll see you next time!