Lost in the Fog

The Path Less Travelled

Izuku decided that he needed to be braver. He had the will, the intelligence, but he was able to be taken advantage of by that... that Jules. Even if he wasn't as strong as people back home... he was still able to be pushed around. Every time he tried to sleep, all he could see was her tearing into him with her knife, his fear, and her sickly sweet voice... It was maddening to him. It's the second time he's died directly in the trials, and it was his third one. He couldn't continue like this. Not without losing himself completely.

So, when the next survivors were being taken, fortunately he wasn't picked this time, the greenette snuck along the path. The one he never walked along the first time. The trees rustled quietly, their leaves a quiet symphony on the wind. A few fluttered off their trees, but not many. If he listened listened, he could hear the same melody, one that he heard Kate Denson perform at the bonfire countless times. When Izuku asked about it, she said; "I don't know where it comes from. I was just playing a new melody until my mind settled on that one... and then it came."

Perhaps it influences music and art, too, Jeff mentioned something similar with his artwork surrounding the Legion.... As Izuku turned the corner, the environment started to break apart and defy gravity. Massive amounts of rock and dirt floated above his head. Then the greenette saw it come into focus.

A massive tower rising from the fog. Towards the top, bricks spun and floated nonchalantly, as if begging the boy to ask why. At this point, Izuku knew better to ask, and just accepted what he saw as current reality, since he didn't want to go mad. However, there was a door. Opening it, the boy entered inside to find a warm, wooden interior. There was a staircase that led up and above, however there was nothing really of note in this floor, with the exception of paintings revolving around the realms and the manifestations of the Entity itself. It depicted itself as a woman-like humanoid with tendrils coming out of its back. Is that its own interpretation, or another's?

There was also a staircase that led downstairs, deep within the earth. I'll explore that later... So Izuku focused on going up. When he arrived at the top of the staircase, the greenette couldn't help but gasp in wonder.

There were bookshelves rising all the way to the ceiling, some moving up, and some down. A fireplace crackled, and a comfortable chair sat in the middle, facing it. A figure sat in the chair, holding a swirling, circling device. It hovered above his hand, but he manipulated it with deft fingers.

New sounds met the boy's ears, as he could hear the swirl of ice in a glass, and then sound of the figure drinking. After setting the empty whisky glass on the small table next to him, his voice, warm, comforting, yet mysterious, called out to me. "I was wondering when you would arrive."

Suddenly realizing this could have been a massive mistake, Izuku backed up, "I... I..."

"Don't be afraid, young man." He stood up, his graying-auburn hair was neatly trimmed. Turning to him, he met a kind, yet grizzled face. A beard, sideburns, and mustache coated his face, with similar hair to the rest of his head. His eyes were blue, with a glow behind them that radiated power... Just like Allmight...