A vessel of what?

by Marching eagle

Izuku was three when he heard someone say that life wasn't about heroes or anything like that, more of survival, and that he would have to learn that soon. Only when he was four did he truly understand what it meant.

2. Memories of the past

Chapter 2: Memories of the Past

In the heart of a dense forest, a secluded lake cradled the entity's moments of reflection. Whenever the entity grew weary of wandering, it sought solace near the calming waters, listening to the rhythmic melodies created by nature. Amidst the tranquil setting, memories of the distant past resurfaced, like ghosts returning to haunt the present.

The entity's mind journeyed back to an era when freedom was its only companion. In those times, it reveled in chaos, orchestrating the downfall of villages and entire nations. Its loyal army, although now lost to the annals of history, had once carried out its every command with unwavering dedication. As the entity assumed a meditative pose by the lakeside, the echoes of its malevolent past danced within its consciousness.

However, a decision took shape within the recesses of the entity's ancient mind. Fate had cast its darkened gaze upon the green-haired boy, Izuku. While the entity harbored no altruistic intentions, the prospect of a new source of amusement beckoned. Life in the forest, marked by the monotony of stalking wildlife, had begun to lose its luster over time.

A lifeless crow, devoid of the vitality of the creatures that once soared the skies, alighted on the entity's shoulder. The entity's lips curled into a cruel smile, relishing the power it held over this animated messenger. A decision hung in the air, one that would undoubtedly draw the attention of the elusive entities that had confined him to this earthly realm.

With a calculated command, the entity addressed the crow, its voice a sinister whisper carried on the wind. "Find that boy, green hair, green eyes, small, energetic, and all that. When you do..." The entity affixed an amulet to the crow's beak, a sinister token that bore the weight of impending malevolence. "Make him bleed on it."

With its master's charge embedded in its hollow existence, the crow took to the skies, leaving the forest in its wake. Its wings sliced through the air as it ventured into the unknown, its eyes scanning for the telltale signs of the hero-loving child whose fate had become irrevocably entwined with the ancient force now in pursuit. The forest held its breath, as the cogs of destiny continued to turn, the sinister dance of past and present setting the stage for a malevolent encore.