New story! I've NEVER written a MHA fic before. I think because I was intimidated by the fucking amount of characters there are. I dont plan when I write so if you plot ideas they may be taken into consideration.

It was dark. The woman only had candle light and a small flashlight to see what she was doing. She stood in the middle of a large clearing looking around frantically as if someone was watching. As if she knew this was wrong.

She was deep into the forest, where no one would generally go. Far enough from any house's or stray hunters or hikers to come across them. The only noise that could be heard is the crunching of her footsteps on fallen leaves, the call of an owl every so often, and the wind rustling through the trees.

The ground near the middle of the clearing had been painted. Black paint drew symbols on the ground around a small circle in the middle. Directly inside the circle was a small tin tub surrounded by wilted flowers. Small dead animal carcasses were mixed with the dead vegetation surrounding the tub. Dead rabbits, birds, cats and even dogs. Their blood had been drained into this large tub filling it to brim.

Her mother and grandmother had taught her the ways of dark magic. Taught her how to use it to get what she wanted. What she needed. And that's exactly what she was doing. Not long ago she had been diagnosed with an illness. It took too long to notice. She was frankly dying. Her once beautiful form had withered to a skeleton and her hair had fallen out in heaps. She didn't have much longer. The small spells she had been attempting, have had little to no effect. What she was doing would fix that.

At her feet was a small basket covered by a sheet. The woman reached down, taking off the cover. The little light that came from the candles glinted off of the baby's sleeping face. The child was wrapped in red cloth. Its soft features resembled woman. The dark green hair was the main resemblance.

The woman carried the baby to the center of the circle and held the baby over the tub. "Let us begin". The woman dropped to her knees and began chanting.

The forest stilled. The sounds of her voice seemed to echo and bounce within the forest walls. The woman slowly lowered her child into the tub. As the newborn stirred at the noise and nippy air, it began to cry. The child cried wishing for comfort from her mother yet only received her booming voice and tight grip in return. The infant couldn't struggle. It simply cried and thrashed it's small arms as it was slowly pushed into the bucket of crimson.

The woman felt no remorse. There was no attachment to the child. She could always have another if she wished to play mother. She would be healthy and strong after this deed. "My name is Inko Midoriya, and I herby offer my child, Izuku Midoriya in exchange for health. I desire to live above all else. Please hear me! Take this sacrifice as payment."

Her breath hitched. A stinging and burning pain in her chest came suddenly. What was going on? She pulled her hands from the bucket as the movement stopped. Her hands dyed crimson clutched her chest and she screamed "WHY?" Blood bubbled over her lips. Why was this happening? Everything had been perfect! She had made sure everything was prepared perfectly before the ritual began.

Her body fell to the ground and it thrashed and convulsed. The woman screeched and blood streamed down her eyes and nose. Her fingers began twisting faint in different directions and she felt the bones break and snap. Pain enveloped her and she felt as though she were burning. Was this pain the price of her health?

"Yes! Thank...You! AH" Her feet began twisting slowly, cracking sounded loudly as the flesh twisted and bone splintered. She screamed. This didn't seem right. This wasn't right. It was killing her. She wasn't healing. It was torturing her. She was going to die. " No no no no… AHHHHHHHHH-" Her form seemed to arch too high. There was a crack as her spine broke. Her head had jerked and twisted almost completely around, snapping her neck and killing her instantly. The clearest was silent. Inko Midoriya and her daughter Izuku Midoriya were dead.

The forest was silent. For all but one thing. A large hand attached to a gangly limb slowly extended from the darkness of the forest and sank its claws into the ground. It pulled its body out from the forest into the surrounding area where the ritual had just taken place.

It was a creature that was completely black. Light didn't bounce off the figure at all. It had the figure of a human but the proportions didn't quite look right. It crawled over the dead body completely ignoring it. The head was tilted and kept low to the ground as it crawled on the ground circling the child. It had no eyes. No mouth. No features. Just black nothingness.

It crouched and reached for the silent child. The child would have been white as snow, but instead was red from head to toe with incredibly thick blood. It pulled the child out and blood streamed off the limp thing. Claws seemingly gently cradle the baby and odd clicking hisses came from the figure despite no mouth. It lifted a claw and pierced its finger into the child's chest, piercing its heart. Though the forest was silent, now it seemed time had frozen. There was no wind. No noise.

A light blossomed from the baby's chest. The claw was removed yet was still being cradled in this creature's arms. The light wasn't bright. The creature swooned and rocked the baby. Any light coming from the chest faded. Suddenly a breath. A whimper. A cry. The child was alive.

The Thing hissed at the sudden noise. It tucked the child close to its body with one arm and chattered. It lowered itself down to the ground and slinked into the forest. The sounds of a wailing child slowly died off.

A small child stayed crouched near a rather thin tree. Their wild hair and body covered in dirt. Twigs sticking out of their hair. Their dress made of intricate weaving of vine and leaves. The child dug their fingers into the earth and closed their green eyes.

She took a large breath and focused. She listened. Listened to the trees whisper. The insects chatter. The animals scurrying. Bones crunching.

She opened her eyes and stood. Mother wasn't too far. Quickly and carefully the child ran through the forest. Not a twig or branch broke in her hurry. Not a sound from impact as she ran.

Slowing to a walk, a giant grin fell on the child's face. A giant black wispy figure stood tall. The shape was of many things. Different tails and limbs protruded from the shape, not holding form. As soon as a shape appeared it turned to mist. The shape formed a long arm with huge talons.

It reached down to a deer carcass that lay exposed in front of it. Picking it up with one large group around the middle, it turned and placed the carcass at the girls feet. "Food" a gurgle of words came from the figure.

The girl sat and struggled with her teeth and nails to tear into the meat. It was slow but she was thankful. Mother was good. Mother helped her not be hungry.

The figure shrunk into a humanoid black figure. The same from years ago with gangly limbs and awkward portions. It crawled toward the girl and she ate. The small child paid her mother no mind as long sharp claws picked at twigs in her hair. The thing chattered and clicked. After the girl was finished, she was taken into the arms of her mother.

It crawled quickly and purposely. Keeping her held carefully in her arms. They soon reached a stream. The thing sat the child in a shallow part of the water and gently pulled the woven dress over her shoulders with some effort not to shred it with its claws.

The girl splashed the water and began to rub and wash dirt off of her skin. Every now and again Mother made her clean. She wasn't sure why. She loved being a part of her surroundings. But if that's what mother wanted she wouldn't mind.

After rinsing herself she began playing with the water and stacking pebbles and her hair was combed by giant claws. Mother loved her hair. After seemingly thoroughly cleaning the girl stood and redressed. The wind surrounded her, seemingly lovingly caressing her skin to dry the water.

She looked back to mother knocking over her pebble towers and scattering them in the water. Safety, her mother always said. She wasn't sure what from. Her mother was the mother of the forest. Nothing harmed them.

The thing seemingly scuttled like a spider towards its daughter. Cooing and chattering. She hummed as her mother nuzzled her before picking her up again. They went through the forest as if they were made of air itself. Nothing moved. No noise.

Reaching a very large tree, the girl was released. There was a bed of twigs, grass, and leaves at the base of the tree. This was where she slept. Mother only occasionally stayed with her recently. It was different. She knew she wasn't like mother. She grew cold and shivered during cold hours. It wasn't until recently her teeth seemed to sharpen ever so slightly. At the same time her normal blunt nails seeped to be forming into an almost point. It was hard to eat meat. she always wondered why she wasn't built to live here. To be with Mother. The forest worked against her. At times it had almost killed her had Mother not been constantly taking care of her. Showing her that no, she cannot eat those kinds of berries.

She remembered once, Mother had taken her to hunt. The child had no claws. No teeth. Yet Mother taught her how to stalk. How to track her prey. How to pounce. But not how to kill. Never how to kill. She simply didn't have the tools to do so. Mother was proud nonetheless. She would immediately kill the prey afterwards and gift it to her child.

The child huffed at the memory and began to bed herself down. She watched her mother who stayed just outside the nest and faced the forest. "Mother, will I be like you one day?" The figure stayed still for a moment longer before the form began to shift again. This time the form whisped into that of a wolf. A giant black wispy wolf. Mother made her way to the girl and curled around her. "Not truly. You will never truly be like me as we are not of the same." Her voice whispered, layered with many tones.

The child felt tears prick her eyes and burrowed her head into the wispy fur. "But you must not fret. You are mine and I am yours. Because of this what's mine is what's yours. This forest is yours. My energy is yours. As yours is mine. Know this child."

Mothers voice held growls and was guttural. Small chattering broke through as she spoke. The wolf on the snout nudged the small girl to look up. "You will learn. Humans hunt. They have always hunted. You will be no different. I will teach you how to be my child, not just man's"

The girl cried as she hugged her Mother. She was wise. She knew that in her bones that she was well taken care of. She truly wants to live up to her Mother. Mother was fast. Strong. Deadly. Wise. If only she could grow faster. Her newly forming claws and sharpening teeth are a testament that her teachings were not going to waste. The young girl drifted to sleep determined to make her mother proud.

It was a night Mother chose to stay with the child instead of keeping watch. Long fingers stroked the child's face. White long teeth bared in a ferocious grin glinted in the moonlight. Mother told the girl a story. A story of how she had come to her. About how she had stalked a woman, her curiosity bringing her close. How she had watched the child die and the womans cruelty. How disgusted she was of womans desires and offering and disposed of her. The child was pure. Innocent. Mother speaks of how she had given her life.

She knows the cruelty of humans, yet disgust had grown strong in her. Mother speaks in her wet voice telling of how she was tempted to leave me to her forest. But she seen the baby floating and decided the child would be hers. The girl was happy her mother chose to keep her alive.

A few more years passed. She had to recently weave a new dress since she has actually grown in size. The girls teeth had sharpened to a deadly point. Her nails grew to sharp lethal claws. She was still young. Very young but she was growing. Mother still taught her. Everyday. Mother made her explore and showed her new things.

Mother had taught her how to sink into the water without a ripple. Yet only mother could come back with a giant fish in her maw. The girl had learned from mother not to challenge beastly fish yet with her small size. Her newly sharpened claws were no match to the strength and huge mouths of the monsters beneath the waters.

Mother would praise the girl for each kill no matter how small. The girl could not sink into shadows, melt into roots, or travel with the wind. Not yet. But she could be silent. Watchful. Careful. The girl grew more nimble and quick. When she fell her first doe, mother was proud. The girl was ecstatic, her face and hands covered in red. Meaty strips and fur stuck under claws. It had been a struggle. The doe, though physically stronger than this small child, was weak to the teeth and claws that took her life.

The thing that bothered the girl the most, was when Mother deemed it important to show the child how to bed. She attempted to teach the child to dig burrows, but her limbs failed her. Her claws too fresh. Too new. When taught to pick twigs and vine, the girl could not help but flinch as blood streaked down wounds and scratches. The girl was upset that it was so much trouble for her. But Mother consoled her, telling her that it would take time.

Mother tried to teach the girl to live among the trees. To listen as the redwoods murmured the long and strange history of the earth. But the small child could not stretch as mother could. Her bones and limbs could not bend to meld with the branches. Her body too thick to melt into the wood and sap. Mother told her when she was older, but for now she had to use the body she had.

Living in the shadows was amongst the scariest the girl endured for Mother. She would sometimes weep in fear at the feeling of centipedes crawling along her skin. The simplicity of not knowing was the strongest to strengthen the girls fear and paranoia. The creatures of the night laugh, reveling in her fear. Owls would swoop too close, and the bats would giggle and screech until Mother slapped them out of the sky. It didn't take long to realize it might be futile for one so young. The girl was still of human. The girl was not of echoed history and life. The girl was quick to learn to hunt but other skills took much longer. Her body would take time to adapt. To gain the full skills of her mother.

So Mother decided to dig a big burrow just for her. Lining it with leaves and slurped the worms and rodents from the walls. The door was of wildflowers and tall grasses. For now, her child would rest here. The girl wept. Thankful yet hurt. "Why do you weep?"

Rubbing tears from her eyes the child stared at the dirt and twigs near her feet. Mindlessly watching a beetle running over her toes, not wanting to meet her mother's many eyes. "You do everything for me!" She knew the laws of forest creatures and their young. Young that were weak in their nest were killed. Young that could not fend for themselves died. She was weak. Her skin too soft. She was coated in many scars.

Mother slithered forward. Her long, large hand sank into the earth as she curled around me and pulled me close. "It's because you are my child, Izuku." Soothing as it was still there in the back of her mind, the fear she would be abandoned for being as she was.

Mother didn't always stay in her new burrow. She roamed the mountains. She burrowed with moles, slithered with snakes, grazed with elk, hunted with wolves and stood with trees. When the girl was young, she believed her mother ate the forest. But she was wrong. Mother protected the forest. And in return it sustained her. In return to these thoughts her Mother spoke. "My heart is the forest. So this is how it must be."

In response the girl felt herself come to an understanding. She did not protect the forest, so she should take as little as possible. She could not provide in return. Though as her claws strengthened with age, and her teeth become strong, she sought no big game. No longer feeling right killing doe and fawns with her claws, instead she developed skills to trap rabbits and small game. She took small amounts of wild berries to sustain herself. Once the girl could reliably feed herself, Mother stayed away for much longer times. The child worried.

One evening the girl confronted Mother. "Why do you leave as you do? I feel as though you are leaving me for good." Fear pricked her heart. The terrifying notion of being alone and the panic of knowing her mother wasn't as close as she once was. It caused her to ache inside.

"Never." Mother murmured. A breeze rippled around them and it curled around her long white hair. "But you do! You are slowly leaving me and I don't want you to!" The girl cried out in frustration. Nails digging into her palms.

Mother clicked and hummed. "Before I found you, I lived among the trees, listening to their warnings. I slept in the warm earth as worms and centipedes nibbled on my skin. I was one with shadows rarely ever to detach myself. I have spent many of your lives here. So many lives I don't remember my own name. I have never and will not leave you. I have left my forest for you."

Izuku furrowed her brow and cried. "I did not force you! You gave me life of your own choice" Grass curled around her toes as if the earth sought to comfort her. "Exactly. So therefore I will never leave you. When you think I have left, silence yourself and listen. Listen for me the way I listen for the trees, the animals, the stars. If you are silent. And you are sincere. You will hear me."

Bones melted and her form sank. The sound of crunching branches echoes as she left. Fury and frustration consumed her. She knew it was from her own inadequacy but that didn't stop her from running from her burrow. She ran. And ran. And ran. She did not want to return to the burrow. After all it wasnt hers it was mothers. Mother had made it.

Her inability to do certain things. She felt as though she was letting Mother down. The child came to slow down after running so far. It took a moment of not paying attention when she had slipped on a measly patch of mud covered by a thin layer of moss. She fell into a small mud pad and slammed her head on a tree root. Laying there for a split second before she began crying again. It was something she hadn't done since she was so small. Why couldn't she be better?

She sat in the mud covering her body as tears ran and ran like endless rivers. She was silent as she cried. Crying over the fact that she was swallowed by anger and fear. Crying because she was terrified of the aspect of Mother not being close. Scared she was to be left behind despite Mothers words.

She listened to the trees whispering around her and felt Mother approach her. Careful and gentle claws lifted her and she was held closely as her mother crawled silent with many legs. Mother washed her in the stream like she used to do when she was younger. This time instead of splashing and playing, the girl sat silently. Curling into herself. Mother scooped water into hand and rinsed her child.

The girl gazed up at mother, saddened. It was dark and all she could see were glinting teeth that sparkled, reflecting stars. "I'm sorry." Mother picked up her child and cooed. Chittering clacking and whispers echoed around her as she was carried. She fell asleep being cradled in Mothers arms. When they reached her barrow mother played her down and watched. She reached long fingers strple matted hair. A faint whisper echoed through the touch. "In due time, child."

A melodic yet gritty voice wrapped the child in comfort. The child opened her swollen eyes from crying. She watched in awe as Mothers bones elongated and tore through her rough skin stretching upwards to twist among the branches. Her mother loved to commune with the trees. But it seemed Mother wasn't at this time but she stayed near. Her comforting presence was always quick to put her child at ease. That morning when she awoke, mother was gone again.

So after this chapter it might slow down a bit. Kinda. Questions? Comments? Concerns? I'm a hoe for feedback so let me know if you like or hate it!