Description
Legends carry forward dreams and hoaxes of the past. This (according to the current quirked religions) is the past that birthed the 'Quirk'. ~ With his beeswax wings, he soared mightily through the clouds, over grand oceans amongst a place far above earth. A realm of higher beings and enlightenment found in religious texts of now, in which the very gods reside and mull over the fate of lessers. He enjoyed his time in the sky, but he wanted to go higher, wanted to feel the heat of the very sun upon his features. And so he flew higher, and higher, against Daedalus's wishes. And because of his wonder, he did not notice the wings of wax melting, and then he fell. Not quite for forever, and when he landed, his body seeped into the earth, and into the oceans, polluting everything. What was once untouched, on a course to normalcy, was tainted by power not belonging to the land. Give this earth a couple hundred million years, and we have our earth, filled to the brim with a power donned the 'Quirk'. Just like fire, humans have gained a monumental achievement, that was not meant for them. ~ This is my first serious fic! Bear with me, many ideas and moving parts, I'll do my best to make it all make sense!
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