Name: Aeria Calden
Age: 17
Ability: Regrowth a rare green aligned mutation that grants extreme healing, cellular regeneration, plant connection, and mild aura empathy.
Morning sunlight spilled across the hills of Elys Reach, a quiet, peaceful city cradled by silver trees and glowing rivers. Here, unlike the ruins Nyx bled in, laughter wasn't a memory it was reality.
Aeria stood barefoot in the garden, eyes closed, fingers curled around a sprouting flower that healed under her touch.
"That's better," she whispered, and the flower straightened like a sleepy child rising for school.
From the house, her mother called out:
"Aeria! Breakfast, honey! You don't want to be late on your first day at the Academy!"
She turned with a soft smile and brushed dirt from her hands. Her shoulder-length green-black hair shimmered faintly, and her eyes a strange mix of leaf and emerald reflected morning warmth.
Her Family
Inside the cozy cottage:
Her father, a former Academy tactician turned orchard keeper, handed her a bento box and tousled her hair.
Her mother, a retired support-class healer, adjusted the Academy jacket on her shoulders.
Her little brother, Kai, clung to her leg while holding a half eaten biscuit.
"Bring back some cool stories!" he said, grinning.
She knelt and ruffled his hair.
"Only if you promise not to raid my snacks again, tiny thief."
A World of Stability
On the way to the academy, Aeria passed:
A farmer using bio tech-enhanced trees to purify the air.
A playground with mutant kids using safe, power controlled zones.Giant lightbeams in the sky marking portals for higher transport.
The world, while not perfect, was functional here.
People had community, security, and a system that took care of them.
The Academy
Silverhart Academy, a floating citadel built atop an airborne island, loomed like a cathedral of the future.
Students in color coded uniforms walked across skybridges.
Drones scanned badges.
Holographic instructors floated over fields.
Gardens on the balconies bloomed in sync with the seasons.
Aeria walked into the orientation hall, notebook in hand, nerves calm but present.
She didn't know anyone.
But she knew herself.
And in her pocket, the stone from her grandmother a relic of the Green Circle glowed faintly.
"Welcome to Silverhart," the hologram said.
"Let your growth begin."
Final Paragraph: The Storm Approaches
Somewhere far away in a chamber of steel and silence on Mars a single heartbeat echoed.
And for just a moment,
Aeria paused.
Her hand went to her chest.
She felt… pain?
"Weird," she mumbled. "It's like someone's screaming in the dark."
She shook it off.
Not knowing that her path born in peace was now chained to a name whispered only in secret files.
Subject Zero.
Nyx.