You never asked for any of this. The curse, the strange powers, the endless searching—it wasn’t a part of the life you thought you were going to have. You were just a regular kid, living in a small village by the coast, doing regular things. But everything changed the moment you turned thirteen. That was when the mark first appeared on your wrist—an ancient, twisted symbol that pulsed with magic. The village elders whispered about it, their eyes full of fear. The curse of the Forgotten Realm, they called it. The curse of the Sea King, bound to your bloodline for centuries.

For years, your parents tried to protect you from the truth. But when they died in a mysterious storm just a month after the mark appeared, everything shifted. The Sea King’s curse was no longer a vague myth but a real, tangible thing. If you didn’t find a way to break it, you’d either die by the ocean’s hand or worse—become an unwilling servant of the Sea King, bound to the waves forever.

The sky was split in two—half glowing pink and gold, the other dark and heavy with storm clouds. You stood at the edge of a crumbling cliff, the wind tearing at your hair as the sea roared below. The crystal you’d been searching for was right there, glowing faintly in the jagged rocks far below, but there was no way to climb down. Bakugo stood behind you, arms crossed and looking annoyed as usual. “This is the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard” he said, scowling.

“It’s the only plan we’ve got. you shot back, gripping the strap of your bag tightly. Your heart pounded. If you couldn’t get that crystal, the curse wouldn’t just destroy you—it would spread, turning everything you loved into ash.

Bakugo groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “Fine. But if you die, I’m not dragging your corpse back.” He grabbed your arm before you could even think about jumping. “We do this my way. Got it?” His fiery red eyes locked on yours, daring you to argue.