The moon hung low and silver over the calm lake at Camp Half-Blood, its light shimmering on the gentle ripples. Izuku sat cross-legged on a smooth rock near the shore, fingers lightly tracing patterns in the water. His sea-green eyes were distant, lost in the weight of the new prophecy that had arrived earlier that day—whispers of danger, change, and choices yet to come.

His thoughts were on a prophecy he is yet to Decipher: 'Where the sun meets the moon, the skies will reveal a crimson glow–two souls destroy one.' Why would it have to be so.. cryptic?

A sudden crunch of footsteps on the gravel pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced up, eyes narrowing just slightly as a shadowed figure approached hesitantly from the trees. The newcomer moved with cautious curiosity, clutching their pack tightly.

Izuku’s lips curved into a small, welcoming smile. “Hey,” he said softly, voice calm like the water beside him. “You new here?” His gaze softened, silently inviting them to sit and share the quiet night.