Before leaving for the dead lands, you were given new weapons in the iron city. One by one, Tetsu handed the boys weapons, but for you, he had your sword wrapped in bandages that left you curious. A surprise on his part—he asked that you unravel his creation when you settled in your tent. The sword came after you purchased a new set of clothes for the journey as you were warned about your lack of protection gear. 

"Here you go, Princess! Saved the best for last," Tetsu exclaimed, passing your wrapped weapon into your wanting hands. Upon feeling the weight, you felt no change in the balance of the handle and blade. 

"Thank you, but you asked for my mother's dagger earlier. Why?" You asked him, curious as he had asked your mother's dagger for an inspection, then returned it after a few seconds.

"Oh! I admire the craftsmanship. The northern kingdom has one of the best metal works I've seen since my mentor's time. I haven't witnessed a blade of that make in action until your mother won the ring of fire," Tetsu explained, which had you surprised. He didn't lie about your kingdom's reputation for building weapons. 

Old traditions lost in time and beautifully crafted tools of war carried dust in the grave of their users. Not much is known about crafting nowadays thanks to your grandparent's regime over the years and your father marrying into the throne. Only your mother's dagger served as a reminder of the past. 

"So her dragger is an inspiration for my upgrade, right?" You asked, smiling. 

"Yep!" The man squeals, rubbing his hands together. "I'm excited to see what you'll do with the blade!" 

"Don't get your hopes up Tetsu. These weapons are to protect us from the creatures of the fog," Kirishima laughed, sheathing his new-fashioned swords into their sheaths. Tetsu didn't care about that and insisted that you give them hell whatever the challenge. 

Which brings us to now. After setting up camp, you look over the map with the others before dinner. You all decided to deal with the closes rune locations around the fog rather than inside to save the trouble. 

Nestled in your tent, you finally unravel your newly designed blade. You were excited to see Tetsutetsu's hard work and its uses for the fight ahead. In your lap sat your sword, wrapped in the white bandages, you started unravelling the weapon. Tetsu was careful enough to leave the blade in its sheath and already you fell in love with the handle.

The handle is wrapped in brown leather until it reaches a gold cross-guard. The cross-guard resembled dragon claws with a dragon carved on both sides, hinting that it had been made a dragon. Next is the engraving on the golden pommel, your eyes widen in shock.

"My mark," You said to yourself. The elementalist mark is etched in black and four coloured jewels represent the elements filling the small diamond gaps. "Beautiful," 

Gripping the handle felt nice in your hand like it was meant for your hands and yours alone. With a quick tug, you pulled the sword out of its sheath revealing a long, narrow blade made of silver. The metal glistened in your lantern light and the sharp edges caught your eyes. Etched into the blade are golden intricate designs, belonging to Tetsutetsu's protection marks. Turning the blade, you chuckled admiring the new look of your sword. You happily traced the marking with the tip of your nail until a folded piece of paper dropped from inside the sheath as you placed the sword back inside. 

Unfolding the small note, it reads.

Princess. 

I hope you like my handiwork on the blade. It was a tough cookie to get it to look perfect I'll tell you that especially that damn elementalist mark—speaking of the mark, you're probably wondering how I know about it. My mentor is one of the guardians of Takoba's ancient archives. Kirishima will know who I'm talking about. If anyone can get inside you the archives and tell you more about the mark it's him.

And before I forget, the sword will activate with your magic while INSIDE the fog. It will lead you where you need to go if you're holding the grip. The trick is to not lose concentration when the fog plays tricks on you. When you find a rune cut it down from its source but be careful the markings will draw attention because of its glow. Be prepared for a fight. 

Good luck out there!

Tetsu.

Finishing the note, you leaned down next to your lantern, snuffing out the flame with a single breath. Darkness settled over your tent, only a shaded light coming from the firepit. Laying back on your bedding, you moved onto your side, patting the pillow beneath your head. Slipping out of your shirt is your necklace. Taking it into your hands, you fell asleep holding the charm in your fist, acting as if your parents were holding your hand, one on top of the other. You don't know why but a familiar feeling cradled your body in a comforting embrace. 

Outside only Bakugou and Kirishima sat by the fire while Iida fled back into their tent. Tempted by the meat in his hands, Kirishima noticed his rider's downcast expression as he sat there, pondering. Bakugou tugs on his father's cloak when Kirishima asks. "What's on your mind man?"

Bakugou raised his head, facing his companion, and he hummed. "It's nothing," 

"Bakugou," Kirishima frowned, lowering his hands, holding the meat near his lips. The halfling watched Bakugou rub his shoulder and bow his head. "It can't be nothing if you're tugging on your cloak. Are you cold? I can fan the fire," 

"No, not that,"

It would seem that you and Bakugou share a sense of familiarity. For him, it feels like someone is holding onto his shoulder and stroking his head. Bakugou looks over himself, finding nothing questionable about his figure, a chill runs up his spine. 

"Katsuki," He hears whispered in his ear. Perhaps it's this place to blame for this feeling. Bakugou wasn't too sure but it's a hunch. 

"I have a bad feeling about this place. It makes me..." Bakugou spoke, finally answering Kirishima but his voice fades. He thinks of a word to describe this feeling. 

"A feeling?" Asked Kirishima, his voice sounding concerned. "Like what? Anger? Disgust? Sadness?" 

"Uneasy,"  A restless expression dwelled on the fire, Bakugou sidelong glances over to the wall of mist that is the fog. "I feel like someone is here but there's no one around when I look. I think I'm being haunted by spirits or something," 

Kirishima's mouth drops into a frown when a person came to mind. "Bakugou, you don't mean your fath-" 

"No-" 

"I know you miss your dad, Kats but It's okay to talk about him," 

"Eijirou! You know I don't like fucking talking about him-" Bakugou lashes out, picking up a stick to poke the fire. Kirishima murmurs, taking one big bite of his food. He knows Bakugou's grief is what stopping him from speaking on the matter so Kirishima stays silent.

"Fuck! Sorry-" Bakugou muttered, shaking his head. Clicking his tongue, Bakugou stands up from his spot, his wings folding out of their hiding place. "I'm going to go cool down for a bit," 

"Hey wait! You said no flying!" Kirishima shouts after him when Bakugou's wings lift him off the ground. Bakugou ignores his friend, flying off into the clouds. He needed to clear his head. For hours, Bakugou stayed in the sky, allowing his thought to run rampant and chase the feeling. Upon realizing it, maybe it was his father watching out for him. Do ghosts even exist? He'd asked himself. In a world where magic and dragons exist, it's likely for the dead to return sometimes. 

I hope you guys like the new cover art because it took me forever lol-