"Once upon a time, there was an elf who lived in a village. He was kind and caring, and had lots of friends. He had everything he needed to live a comfortable life. But he was always dissatisfied with his life. He always wanted more."

"One day, he was lost in the forest. Up ahead, he sees a clearing. When he enters, he spots a wishing well. He throws his only coin in, and asks for guidance. Behind him, he hears a gentle voice. When he turns around, he sees a beautiful spirit with long hair and a kind smile. She guides him out of the forest, and they fall in love, get married, and live happy ever after."

The book is closed with a snap and burns to nothing with a pale blue fire. A photo of a man and a woman holding hands and smiling falls out, and it burns too.

"Hah, what a silly story."

The dark world around him begins swirling with energy. Flames and shards and winds collecting behind him in a whirlwind of dark purples and blues and reds. The shards form a large portal in the black sky and the flames die down as a boy is seen falling out of the portal, unconscious and with minimal clothing. 

The figure stands up and the throne he was sitting on burns with the same fire as the book. He turns around and walks towards the energy, hands folded behind him and chuckling maliciously.

"You cannot stop this war my friend. As the war of the realms..."

A screen of pale blue light appears showing a woman with many pure white wings talking to a girl, which blinks away after a few seconds.

"is ENDLESS"

1st pov:
I awake staring at the sky as I gasp for breath. I push myself upright and look around. In all directions is black rock, with jagged mountains that pierce the equally dark sky. The air pulses with energy of many colors, and they die out as I stand. I do not remember how I got here, or even my name. I appear to have a thin white shirt, and black shorts, with a crescent moon necklace around my neck. The dark stone is cold against my chest. 

I hear footsteps behind me, each step light yet powerful. Turning around, I see a man in a crisp suit, with black horns and flaming black scleras. He resembles a demon, but instead of a pair of leathery wings, he has several wings made of dark energy. His hands have gold and silver rings on them, with a foreign language I do not recognize. His presence alone is frightening, as if he has fought a thousand battles and killed millions or people. Raising his hands, two balls of blue fire form in his palms.

"Boy," he says with a tone that could command a god, as his malicious grin is revealed in the flickering light, "Do you wish for power?

???: Well well well. Look who finally decided to start writing.

Big_Ships: Ah, shut up. I had an idea and I said to myself, "Yknow what, screw it" and just did it.

???: I almost had to step in and force you.

Big_Ships: You forgot I created you, and I can destroy you at any time.

???: But you wouldn't, would you?

Big_Ships: ...moving on.

Big_Ships: I don't own BNHA, just this story and my OC's, although they are based off real people and fictional characters outside of BNHA. There will also be elements from outside, from the same story that several OC's are based off. Best of luck [foreign language], I'm gonna go check up on them.

???: Tch.

Big_Ships: Also tell me if you guys want longer chapters or smth. And thanks to YumiGoatMilk for just being a legend and helping me.