The arrow

Prologue - The Arrow

The date was January 9th, 2154.

It was James Patrick Page's fourth birthday, the day everyone else got their quirks.

Note the 'everyone else'.

He was one of the lucky 20% who *didn't* get a quirk on their 4th birthday, and if the doctor was correct, one of the very lucky 3% who wouldn't get one *ever*. Great for him right?

***No.***

Because of something outside of his control, he was mocked relentlessly by his peers. Cries of, 'Useless!Useless!' Echoed after him wherever he went. And his friends, if they could be called that, had all but supported and stayed with him through this time of his life. They had all abandoned him, for if they stuck around, they'd be bullied relentlessly as well, and their own wellbeing was more important then his, right?

And the worst part is that nobody cared. He was just some quirkless nobody after all, why should they? He wouldn't grow up to do anything special, why should someone intervene?

And so, with these thoughts racing through his small mind, on July 9th, 2154, 6 months after his 4th birthday, James ran into the woods near his family's small home never to be seen again by the town of Surrey.

Not as James, at least.

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He ran.

He ran for a long time, for a long way. Nobody would care, after all, he *was* useless, right?

He ran until he could run no more, and even then, pushed himself to keep running. He didn't know what he was running from, all he knew is that he was running.

Then, as he blinked, he tripped over a log just out the range of his vision, and fell.

He wondered why it felt like there was something in his neck. He realized there was simething in his neck, and pulled the offending object out, spilling blood everywhere.

He coughed and examined what caused his death, for shouldn't he have some closureif his body was never going to be found?

The arrow was about 12 centimeters long, with a shaft that broke around four from it's bottom. On the arrow head itself was a hole, shaped like an upside-down heart surrounded with details carved in every nook and cranny. The edges were sharp and silver, with the rest being gold.

His examination died here, as his vision blurred and eyes closed for what he thought was the last time.

He thought wrong.

He woke up, when he couldn't tell, by a man in a white trenchcoat and cap with a black turtleneck underneath shaking his shoulder lightly.

His gaze, hard as diamonds, eyebrows furrowed together.

"Oi kid, you good?" He asked the boy on the ground, and to the boy, that was enough. To him it showed that to the man, it didn't matter if he was quirkless, for the man had still saved him.

He nodded once, not trusting his vocal cords and tried to get up from his spot on the ground, yet the man pushed him back down. He took off his cap, ran his hand through his short, curly locks, muttered a small phrase, and looked back at the boy.

"You got stabbed by this arrowhead, right?" The man asked, and the boy nodded. How had the man known? Had he seen him trip and fall to his near death? He let these thoughts go and looked back st the man, although now they weren't alone.

Behind the man was a purple-skinned adonis, eith long flowing black hair who wore nothing but a loincloth. His gaze piercing, yet familiar, strikingly so.

The man noticed him staring at the adonis and sighed. The adonis was gone right after, being replaced by a small yellow sparkle which faded away in the same moment it appeared. The man picked him up and put the boy on his back, and started off in his original direction.

"So, kid what's your name?" He asked the child

"Jame-no. Jimmy Page." The boy responded.

And from then on, James Patrick Page had ceased to exist, and Jimmy Page had been brought into existence.

And a bizzare adventure had begun.