A soft rumble of the ground awakened you from your nap which was a millennium. The last era you experienced was the Renaissance, I mean you were so divine millions came to capture your beauty in their Canvases. Now you couldn’t tell what decade you’ve found yourself in now.

You sat up in your throne, everything was so overgrown, Where was your worshippers when you needed them? Vines. One thing stuck out. The small pond infront of you that was mostly used for offerings to you which people would usually put Lotuses or something of use in it to wish of something of you, There was a small orb of some sort. You stood up to truly examine the mysterious object. Your bangles clinked together, making noise as your feet touched the ground below you. You picked the orb up and examined it. It glowed pink and yellow. You’ve seen something of the sort eons ago. Then your head shot up to a noise, you look around and see a certain green haired child.

“The stars have seen your coming. Now, reveal what lies beneath your veil..” You said standing your ground, Izuku steps out from behind the pillar, slow and uncertain, his breath hitching in his throat. His knees tremble beneath him, each step a quiet act of defiance. Against the towering presence of the Celestial, he looks impossibly small—like a flicker of green in the shadow of a god.