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𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼
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3rd Person's POV
The world was loud.
The air buzzed with strange energy - not the soft hum of Dendro or the serene whispers of Irminsul, but something sharp and electric, filled with voices, metal, and movement.
Y/n stood at the edge of a bustling street, her small figure almost lost among the crowd. Towering buildings of glass and steel stretched high into the sky, glittering under the sun. Strange carriages with no horses - "cars," her mind quickly reasoned - rushed past, their engines growling. Lights blinked red and green overhead, and people with little glowing devices in their hands hurried by, too busy to notice the little girl who had just appeared out of nowhere.
She tilted her head, silver-green hair glimmering faintly as the sunlight caught it. Her eyes - bright as morning dew - darted from one thing to another. Everything here was so... foreign. No lush trees. No scent of the forest. No presence of her sister, Nahida. Only noise and color and confusion.
Her tiny hands gripped the hem of her dress as she began to walk, bare feet tapping softly against the concrete. The people who did notice her paused. A few whispered.
"Hey... whose kid is that?"
"Look at her clothes - is that cosplay?"
"She's all alone..."
Y/n didn't understand their language fully, but their tones were familiar - curiosity, pity, a little worry. She offered them a polite smile, the kind she had seen Nahida use to calm people down. But when one woman tried to approach, Y/n gently stepped away, her eyes darting around. She needed to understand where she was first.
The people here... they didn't feel like the ones from Teyvat. Their energy was different - chaotic yet vibrant. And as she walked, she noticed something that intrigued her even more: some people had faint traces of power around them. Sparks. Flames. Shadows. Quirks, though she didn't know that word yet.
Her mind buzzed with questions. "Where am I?" she whispered softly, voice like the breeze in Sumeru's woods. "And... where is Nahida?"
But before she could think further - a shout split through the crowd.
"EVERYONE GET DOWN!"
A blur of motion tore through the street. People screamed as a large man covered in jagged black armor and smoke-like energy stormed into view. His eyes gleamed red beneath a cracked mask, and in his hand, he held a strange metallic weapon that glowed with unstable energy.
A villain.
"Hand over your valuables! Move it!" the man barked, his voice booming. Civilians scattered, hiding behind cars or running for safety. But his gaze suddenly fell on Y/n - the small, strangely dressed child standing fearlessly in the middle of the chaos.
He grinned beneath his mask. "What's this? A lost little brat?" He stepped closer, weapon crackling. "You'll make a good hostage."
The crowd gasped. Someone shouted for the heroes. Someone else tried to reach her, but the villain was faster - his hand darted out to grab her by the arm.
But before he could touch her, the air shimmered.
Y/n's expression didn't change. Her eyes glowed faintly - a soft, emerald hue that seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat. The ground beneath them rippled, green sigils blooming in a perfect circle around her feet.
The villain froze mid-step.
"What the-?!"
From the sigil, thin vines of pure light erupted, weaving and curling through the air. They struck like serpents, wrapping around the man's arm and chest, then flinging him backward with inhuman force. He crashed into a wall, the air leaving his lungs in a shocked gasp. The weapon clattered to the ground.
The crowd stared, silent.
Y/n blinked, lowering her small hands. The light faded, the sigils dissolving into motes of green dust that vanished into the wind. She looked down at her fingers - faintly trembling. The energy here was different, unstable, almost too sharp for her Dendro powers to fully connect with. It was like trying to draw from soil that wasn't her own.
The villain roared, pushing himself up again, smoke and anger radiating from his body. "You little-"
He charged forward.
Y/n raised her hand instinctively, a faint glow building in her palm. This time, the sigil appeared faster - more focused. The vines shot out again, but instead of binding, they slammed into the ground, erupting into a wave of force that knocked him clean off his feet. He crashed into a lamppost, unconscious.
Silence fell over the street.
Then - gasps, murmurs, phones being pulled out, voices overlapping.
"Did you see that?!"
"That kid- she did that!"
"Is she a mutant? A new hero?"
"She doesn't even look five years old!"
Y/n looked around, confused and suddenly overwhelmed by the noise. People were moving closer, their strange devices pointed at her, flashing with light. Her breathing quickened - this was too much. Too loud. Too different.
She took a step back, trembling slightly. "I... I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." she whispered, though no one understood.
Just then, sirens wailed in the distance - the heroes were coming.
Panicking, Y/n darted toward a side alley, her small feet barely making a sound. The crowd shouted after her, but she was fast - impossibly fast for a child. The green glow flickered briefly as she leapt onto a low wall, vanishing into the maze of narrow streets before the pro heroes arrived on the scene.
When they did - all they found was the unconscious villain, the cracked pavement, and faint traces of glowing green dust scattered on the wind.
Aizawa Shouta, who arrived moments later with a tired sigh, crouched near the scene, his scarf fluttering faintly. "Report," he muttered.
"Villain's down, Eraser Head," said one of the officers. "Witnesses say... a child took him out."
Aizawa frowned, eyes narrowing. "A child?"
"Yes, sir. About four or five years old. Dressed weirdly - like something out of a fairy tale. Small, white hair, glowing eyes..."
The hero's expression didn't change, but his mind sharpened. He glanced at the faint traces of green residue glowing on the pavement - something unlike any Quirk manifestation he'd seen before.
"...Find her," he said quietly. "Before someone else does."
Meanwhile, Y/n sat beneath a large tree in a quiet park, clutching her knees to her chest. Her eyes were wide, filled with fear and wonder all at once.
She didn't know this world. She didn't know how she got here.
But somewhere deep inside, she could still feel Nahida - faintly, like a whisper carried by the wind.
She looked up at the blue sky, determination flickering in her eyes. "I'll find my way back," she murmured softly. "I promise, sister."
And though she didn't know it yet - her arrival had already changed the course of this world's future.