Deku the Hero of Smite: Chapter 5

By: jungleboy69

Chapter 5: A Strange Theater

"Urrgh..." Izuku groaned as he felt the cool night air blow over him and the song of crickets in the air. "What...happened...?" He coughed as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What the heck... was that?" He muttered.

It was then he got a good look at where he was. To his shock, he found himself in a middle of a strange amphitheater with stone blocks for seats, marble statues positioned at the top and a large stage with two brass doors. The whole structure seemed abandoned as the stone was cracked and chipped and seemed to be deserted.

"Wh-Where am I?" Izuku muttered as he stood up and dusted himself. It reminded him of the old Greek ruins he seen in pictures. "MOM!" He called out. "Mom, where are you!?" The only reply was his voice echoing into the night. "Mom!" Izuku called out, but there was no answer.

"I don't understand!" Izuku swallowed, trying not to panic. "Where is my room?!" "Where's my Mom!?" He added. "How did I get here?!" Izuku breathed deeply to calm down. "Okay...okay..." He muttered. "Don't panic..." "There's probably someone around..." He added. "Maybe...I can...ask for directions..."

"WHO ARE YOU?!"

Izuku squealed and nearly jumped out of his skin as a loud voice boomed out. He spun around to the large brass doors slowly opening and thick smoke coming out from them. "WHO ARE YOU?!" The voice boomed out again.

A figure stepped out from the doors; he was dressed in a red long tunic; his arms were raised high and wide with his cloak flapping in the wind like the wings of an enormous bird. His face was covered in a terrifying brass mask, and he was slowly approaching Izuku.

The poor green haired boy was shaking like a leaf and his eyes were wide with terror. He wanted to run but his legs were wobbling so hard, he could hardly stand straight. "WHO ARE YOU?!" The figure repeated.

"I-I-I-I..." Poor Izuku was stuttered so hard and he looked like he was about to pass out. "SPEAK, BOY!" The figure roared, stepping closer. "P-P-Please...Mr G-G-Ghost...!" Izuku squealed. "I-I-I'm sorry-y-y-y...!" "I-I'm l-lost!" He added. "I don't-t-t know where I-I am...!"

"WHERE?!" The figure demanded. "Y-Y-Yeah...!" Izuku replied. "Where am I?!" At that moment, the figure stopped and removed his mask. To Izuku's surprise, it was no other that an elderly man with white hair and a short white beard.

"What do you mean you don't know where you are?" The man asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow. Izuku blinked in surprise. "I-I don't know...sir..." He replied, innocently. The old man chuckled. "Well, now." He spoke, in a kinder tone. "Let's be patient there for a second."

"Allow me to introduce myself." The man added. "I am Ammon, a poet and a playwright." "A playwright?" Izuku asked. "Yes." Ammon added. "And a very good one at that." "What about you, young man?" He asked.

"I'm...Izuku." The latter introduced. "Izuku Midoriya." "Izuku?" Ammon muttered, stroking his beard. "That's a strange name..." "Tell me." He added. "Where do you come from?" "I come from Musutafu, in Japan." Izuku explained.

Ammon's eyes widened. "Japan...?" He asked. "You mean, the Land of the Rising Sun?" "Yes, sir." Izuku replied "By the gods..." Ammon muttered in amazement. "How did you get here?" Izuku frowned. "I'm not even sure where here is." He explained.

"Well, my boy..." Ammon replied. "You are in the amphitheater of Joppa." "Jo-what?" Izuku asked in confusion. "Joppa" Ammon repeated. "One of the greatest cities in all of Greece."

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"GREECE!?" Izuku exclaimed, his jaw dropping. "I'm in Greece!?" "Shh!" Ammon hissed. "Keep your voice down, it's loud enough to wake the dead!" "S-Sorry..." Izuku quickly apologized. "B-But, that can't be right...I can't be in Greece."

Ammon soon noticed the amulet around Izuku's neck and his eyes widened in surprise. "Izuku...where did you get that?" He asked, pointing to the amulet. Izuku grew confused. "Oh, an old woman gave it to me." He explained, holding it up slightly.

"I was sitting in my room when it suddenly began glowing." He added. "The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground in your amphitheater." Ammon stared at the amulet while stroking his beard. "Interesting...interesting..." He murmured to himself.

Suddenly, a cold breeze blew and they shivered. "I believe it's best we discuss this inside." Ammon suggested. "The night air is rather cold." "S-Sure..." Izuku replied as Ammon led him up the stairs and into the stage.

"First, I would like to apologize for the scare and all these dramatic refinery and theatrical effects." Ammon explained. "I put them on every now and then to scare off any thieves." "It makes them think the amphitheater is haunted." He added, chuckling.

"Well, you did gave me a fright." Izuku pointed out. "I really thought you were a ghost." He looked around the amphitheater. "Why does everything look in ruins?" He asked. Ammon sighed. "Oh, it is a sign of the times." He explained.

"Our land is under a terrible curse and many kingdoms are in despair." He added as he picked up a loudspeaker. "In fact, everyone has been going about muttering: Call No Man Happy if He is not Dead!" He shouted through the loudspeakers

Izuku cringed a little as Ammon placed the loudspeaker down. "Sorry about that…" He chuckled back. "Maybe, some warm goats milk will help." He led Izuku backstage. "Hope you won't mind the clutter."

There was a large room with shelves of scrolls and chests of costumes and masks. There were also a lot of cats, prowling around and mewing softly. "You certainly have a lot of cats." Izuku pointed out.

"I hope you won't mind." Ammon replied, reaching down to stroke an orange tabby. "Times are hard enough as it is." "Right now, only they are the only visitors I get around here." He poured a pitcher of warm, white milk into two cups.

"Here," He added, handing one cup to Izuku. "Thank you." Izuku replied, accepting the cup and sipping into it. "I must say," Ammon replied as he studied Izuku up and down. "I have never seen anyone like you before."

"You say you came from Japan, is that true?" He asked. "Yes, Ammon." Izuku asked as a grey-fawn tom rubbed against his leg. "Well, your clothes don't look Japanese to me." He added, gesturing to Izuku's modern day attire.

"I am Japanese." Izuku insisted, blushing in embarrassment. "At least, you sound like a Japanese." Ammon continued. "Still, I don't remember a nation called Musutafa in Japan." "Tell me, who is the lord that rules over…Musutafa?" He asked.

"Lord?" Izuku asked. "We don't have a lord in Musutafa." "No lord?" Ammon asked in surprise. "Well, who governs the nation? Who protects it from any foreign threats?" Izuku blushed again. "Well, I'm not sure if you will believe me if I told you…"

(After an hour of explaining)

Ammon could only listen in amazement as Izuku told him everything about his home. "Incredible…" He muttered. "I never heard anything like it." "I know you find it hard to believe but it's the truth." Izuku replied.

"And you say this...amulet...brought you here in a flash of light?" Ammon added. "Yes." Izuku nodded his head. Ammon stroked his beard again, a thoughtful look on his face. "Interesting..." He muttered to himself.

"A world where buildings are as tall as mountains, iron chariots that run without horses, strange devices that allow you to speak over great distances and where humanity possess incredible powers..." He continued, closing his eyes and looking deep in thought.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he snapped his fingers. "Yes, of course!" He exclaimed, surprising Izuku. "I should have realized it sooner!" "Wait here." He added as he got up from his seat and hurried over to the shelves.

He began searching through the scrolls, hoping to find something. "Where is it?" He muttered. "Where is it?" Izuku just watched, confused by his attitude. "Aha!" Ammon cried as he took out a scroll from one of the shelves.

"I knew that amulet looked familiar..." He spoke, returning to the table and showing Izuku the scroll. "Take a look at this." He unrolled the scroll and to Izuku's amazement, was a picture of the amulet on it.

"That's it!" He exclaimed, pointing to the picture. "That's the amulet the woman gave me!" "Yes..." Ammon muttered. "Izuku...what you have here is an artefact of unimaginable power." "The amulet will grant you the powers and skills of a God."

Izuku's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Wh-What...?" He muttered. "Tell me, when you placed the amulet around your neck, did you feel any different?" Ammon asked. "Did you feel strange power flowing inside you?"

Izuku thought for a moment. "Well, back in my world...I lifted a car with my bare hands and I could have sworn my amulet glowed again." He replied "Incredible!" Ammon whispered. "You must have called on the power of Hercules!"

"Hercules?" Izuku asked. "You mean, the strongest man in the world?" "Yes, my boy!" Ammon replied in excitement. "Fascinating, no living man has even harnessed the power of a God and survived!"

"Survive...?" Izuku asked with a pale face. "Oh, sorry, my boy..." Ammon replied. "Didn't mean to frighten you like that." Izuku sighed. "That's alright, Ammon." He explained. "But all I want to do is find a way back home."

Ammon thought for a while. "Don't worry, my boy." He assured. "I'm sure we'll find you away back home." "Right now, it's getting late." He added. "We'll search for a way tomorrow morning." "Sure...I *Yawn* guess..." Izuku replied. "I am getting tired."

Ammon smiled. "Well, lucky for you, I have some spare mattresses in my room." He offered. "You can sleep there for the night." "Thank you...Ammon." Izuku replied with a sleepy smile and yawned again.

(A few minutes later...)

"Sorry, it's not much." Ammon replied as he and Izuku laid down on two nice warm straw mattresses. High above the wall was an open window with a view of the full moon. "It's all I have." "It's alright, Ammon." Izuku replied as he stretched down on it. "I'm so tired that I'll sleep on anything."

"Ammon...thank you again for letting me sleep here." Izuku spoke. Ammon smiled kindly. "Think nothing of it." He replied. "I was only following the laws of hospitality." "Besides, I couldn't let an innocent child like you sleep outside in the cold night."

"Now, get some sleep." He assured. "We have a long day ahead." "Sure..." Izuku replied as Ammon blew out his oil lamp and laid down on his mattress. As Izuku laid back, he thought of his mother, All-Might and his new friend, Ochako. They were probably worried sick about him and they were probably out searching for him.

"Mom...Ochako...All-Might..." He whispered. "Wherever you are, I hope you are alright." "I promise...I'll find my back to you..." He added. "I'll find...a...way...back..." He slowly closed his eyes as he drifted off to sleep.

Little did he know, a white tawny owl was perched on the open window, looking down at him with its big eyes. Hooting softly, it turned around and flew to a strange, slender feminine figurem draped in a dark cloak who was standing on one of the stone steps.

The figure lifted up its hand and the owl perched on it. It hooted softly to her and her grey eyes glowed a bit. "Good..." she whispered. "He has finally arrived..." "Tell my father to summon the 7 Elder Gods..." She added. "Tell them the Chosen One has arrived..."

The owl hooted and flew off into the night sky while the figure turned to look back at the stage. "Stay safe, young Midoriya..." She whispered. "You have a long road ahead of you." With that, she lifted her arms and turned into a white great-horned owl, flying off into the night sky.