Eislyn woke up, a bright smile lighting up her face. The excitement buzzing inside her made her morning routine fly by. She dressed in her uniform, fixed her hair, and hurried off to class, a hopeful grin still lingering as she imagined the scene unfolding in her mind.
“We need you, Eislyn, to help us win the Royal Tournament. Please, join us,” Sam would say, desperation in his voice. Tushar and Lexine would nod in agreement, their expressions pleading.
“No problem,” she would reply confidently, “I’ll help you guys out.”
The thought filled her with excitement as she entered the classroom.
Sam stood by the window, staring outside, lost in thought. Eislyn approached him eagerly. “So, what did they say?” she asked, her smile widening with anticipation.
“They said no,” Sam replied flatly.
Eislyn’s heart sank. It felt as if the world had crumbled beneath her feet. “Why?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“They said they don’t know you,” Sam explained. “They think you might be someone from another team trying to sabotage us.”
Tears welled up in Eislyn’s eyes. “But I’m not on any team! I don’t even have any friends. You can ask anyone,” she protested, her voice cracking.
Sam sighed. “Look, I understand how you feel, but they have a point. We don’t know much about you either. Can you prove you’re not a spy?”
“Yes, absolutely!” Eislyn exclaimed, her determination shining through her tears. “After class, I’ll show you I’m on your side.”
Sam nodded. “Alright. After class, then.”
Eislyn took her seat as the lesson began, but she couldn’t focus. The teacher’s words blurred into background noise as her mind raced. She scribbled notes in her notebook—not about the lecture, but plans to prove herself to the team.
As class ended, Eislyn followed Sam through the bustling halls of the academy. He led her to a quieter section, where their team apparently gathered. Sam pushed open a heavy door, revealing a small room. Tushar and Lexine were already inside.
“So, this is Eislyn?” Tushar asked, eyeing her curiously.
Lexine barely glanced up from her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “What does this pink-haired wannabe want?” she muttered with a smirk.
Eislyn flinched. So mean, she thought, biting her lip to stop the tears from forming.
“Lexine, be nice,” Sam warned, though his voice lacked real sternness. Tushar crossed his arms and turned to Eislyn.
“So, Eislyn, why do you want to join our team?” Tushar asked, his tone neutral but curious.
“I… I want to…” Eislyn stammered, searching for the right words.
Before she could finish, Lexine snapped her fingers. A holographic screen flickered to life in midair, displaying data about Eislyn.
“Eislyn: Sixteen years old. Average grades. Zero friends,” Lexine read aloud, her voice dripping with disdain. Her eyes widened as she scrolled further. “Oh, and your chest si—”
“Stop it!” Eislyn shouted, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her face.
Lexine froze, startled by the outburst. The room went silent, and for a moment, no one moved. Then Lexine’s eyes narrowed, scanning the holographic screen again. Suddenly, her expression changed from smug to surprised.
“Your abilities…” Lexine murmured, her tone shifting completely.
The others exchanged puzzled looks. “What is it?” Tushar asked.
Lexine turned to them, her face serious. “She’s on the team,” she declared.
Sam and Tushar blinked in unison, caught off guard by the sudden decision. “She agreed that quickly?” they thought to themselves.
Eislyn looked up, her tear-streaked face a mix of hope and disbelief. “I’m… I’m on the team?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes,” Lexine replied, her tone firm.
She jump up in joy.
“Thank you so much, i wont let you guys down,” she said.
“Let me get my stuff to set my locker up,” she running out of the room.
“What are her abllites,” sam asked.
“Her abitly control gravity,” she said.
“A lot of people can control gravity at are school, what makes her different from them,” Tushaer asked.
“She can control it on the atomic level,” she said.
“Sam you are truly the greatest chick magent,” Tushar said. Sam looked at him with a look of disopiment. “Bassily having three of you would be amazing as well. Sam will be focusing on attacking he will be our offesne while Tushar be are defense and then for Eislyn will be our support chagning gravity or using gravity sheilds to protect other pepole.
Eislyn came running back into the room. “Sorry it took a while, but i brought my stuff,” she said.
“Ok great, set your stuff in your locker of their becasue now are team is fully set,” tushar said.
“Ok so what are we going to do now?” eislyn asked.
“Its simple, the four of us, are going down to the traning hall,” Lexine said.
All four of them went down to the traning hall.
Eislyn woke up, a bright smile lighting up her face. The excitement buzzing inside her made her morning routine fly by. She dressed in her uniform, fixed her hair, and hurried off to class, a hopeful grin lingering as she imagined the scene unfolding in her mind.
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“We need you, Eislyn, to help us win the Royal Tournament. Please, join us,” Sam would say, desperation in his voice. Tushar and Lexine would nod in agreement, their expressions pleading.
“No problem,” she would reply confidently. “I’ll help you guys out.”
The thought filled her with excitement as she entered the classroom. But reality struck differently.
Sam stood by the window, staring outside, lost in thought. Eislyn approached him eagerly. “So, what did they say?” she asked, her smile widening with anticipation.
“They said no,” Sam replied flatly.
Eislyn’s heart sank. It felt as if the world had crumbled beneath her feet. “Why?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“They said they don’t know you,” Sam explained. “They think you might be someone from another team trying to sabotage us.”
Tears welled up in Eislyn’s eyes. “But I’m not on any team! I don’t even have any friends. You can ask anyone,” she protested, her voice cracking.
Sam sighed. “Look, I understand how you feel, but they have a point. We don’t know much about you either. Can you prove you’re not a spy?”
“Yes, absolutely!” Eislyn exclaimed, her determination shining through her tears. “After class, I’ll show you I’m on your side.”
Sam nodded. “Alright. After class, then.”
Eislyn took her seat as the lesson began, but she couldn’t focus. The teacher’s words blurred into background noise as her mind raced. She scribbled notes in her notebook—not about the lecture, but plans to prove herself to the team.
As class ended, Eislyn followed Sam through the bustling halls of the academy. He led her to a quieter section, where their team apparently gathered. Sam pushed open a heavy door, revealing a small room. Tushar and Lexine were already inside.
“So, this is Eislyn?” Tushar asked, eyeing her curiously.
Lexine barely glanced up from her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “What does this pink-haired wannabe want?” she muttered with a smirk.
Eislyn flinched. So mean, she thought, biting her lip to stop the tears from forming.
“Lexine, be nice,” Sam warned, though his voice lacked real sternness. Tushar crossed his arms and turned to Eislyn.
“So, Eislyn, why do you want to join our team?” Tushar asked, his tone neutral but curious.
“I… I want to…” Eislyn stammered, searching for the right words.
Before she could finish, Lexine snapped her fingers. A holographic screen flickered to life in midair, displaying data about Eislyn.
“Eislyn: Sixteen years old. Average grades. Zero friends,” Lexine read aloud, her voice dripping with disdain. Her eyes widened as she scrolled further. “Oh, and your chest si—”
“Stop it!” Eislyn shouted, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her face.
Lexine froze, startled by the outburst. The room went silent, and for a moment, no one moved. Then Lexine’s eyes narrowed, scanning the holographic screen again. Suddenly, her expression changed from smug to surprised.
“Your abilities…” Lexine murmured, her tone shifting completely.
The others exchanged puzzled looks. “What is it?” Tushar asked.
Lexine turned to them, her face serious. “She’s on the team,” she declared.
Sam and Tushar blinked in unison, caught off guard by the sudden decision. “She agreed that quickly?” they thought to themselves.
Eislyn looked up, her tear-streaked face a mix of hope and disbelief. “I’m… I’m on the team?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes,” Lexine replied, her tone firm.
Eislyn jumped up in joy. “Thank you so much! I won’t let you guys down!” she said, rushing out of the room. “Let me get my stuff to set my locker up!”
As she left, Tushar turned to Lexine. “What are her abilities?” he asked.
“She can control gravity,” Lexine said.
Tushar raised an eyebrow. “A lot of people can control gravity at our school. What makes her different?”
Lexine smirked. “She can control it on the atomic level.”
“Sam, you are truly the greatest chick magnet,” Tushar teased. Sam gave him a look of disappointment, shaking his head.
“Basically, having three of you would be amazing as well,” Lexine continued. “Sam will focus on offense, Tushar on defense, and Eislyn will provide support—changing gravity or creating shields to protect others.”
Eislyn came running back into the room. “Sorry it took a while, but I brought my stuff,” she said.
“Great! Set your things in your locker. Now our team is fully set,” Tushar said.
“So, what’s next?” Eislyn asked eagerly.
Lexine’s eyes gleamed. “It’s simple. The four of us are heading to the training hall.”
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The training hall was vast, equipped with advanced technology that simulated various battle scenarios. Sam, Tushar, and Eislyn stood on the training pad, now clad in combat gear. Lexine watched from the control booth above.
“So, why are we here?” Tushar asked, adjusting his gear.
“It’s time to test your teamwork,” Lexine replied. She typed commands into a console. “The three of you will face an A-class monster.”
“What?!” they yelled in unison.
The room’s surroundings transformed into a destroyed cityscape. A massive dragon-like entity appeared, its body radiating intense heat.
“That’s a solar dragon,” Tushar said, his voice filled with dread.
The dragon roared, sending a powerful solar flare toward them. Eislyn snapped her fingers, creating a faint barrier that shielded the area.
“Eislyn, focus on support! Tushar, defense!” Sam commanded. The two nodded, springing into action. Sam darted toward the dragon, energy swirling around him.
“Extinction Type Four,” he thought, slamming his foot into the ground. The energy surged as he launched himself at the dragon. He aimed for its head, but its tail lashed out, nearly hitting him. Sam dodged and climbed up its tail, preparing another attack.
“Extinction Type One,” he thought, delivering a mid-air kick. Though it struck, the dragon barely flinched. Its massive claws swiped at him, but Sam evaded every blow.
Meanwhile, Tushar moved into position. “Blood Freak: Type One, Angel’s Blood,” he muttered, extending his hand. Streams of crimson shot out, piercing the dragon and creating a small hole in its scales.
The dragon roared in pain, turning its attention to Tushar. It unleashed another solar flare, but Eislyn intervened, using her gravity powers to lift the dragon into the air.
“She adjusted the gravity just for the dragon,” Sam thought, impressed.
Sam dashed along the side of a nearby building, using the debris as leverage to close the distance.
“Blood Freak, Type Four: Blooded Sickle,” Tushar thought, forming a crimson weapon in his hand. With a precise throw, the sickle embedded itself in the dragon’s side, widening the hole.
Eislyn soared toward Sam using her gravity powers, hovering beside him. “Do you mind?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with determination.
“Go for it,” Sam replied.
Eislyn used her telekinesis to hurl Sam directly at the dragon with incredible speed.
“Extinction, Type Two!” Sam thought, his energy concentrating and building with every second. His body glowed with raw power as he aimed for the weakened spot. With a thunderous strike, his kick connected, sending a shockwave rippling through the dragon’s body. The creature let out one final roar before collapsing in a heap, its golden scales dimming as its life force faded.
The simulated environment shimmered and returned to the training hall.
“We… did it?” Eislyn panted, landing gently on the ground.
Sam with a smirk on his face. “Not bad with our teamwork.”
Tushar nodded, his face flushed from exertion. “We might just have a shot at this tournament.”
Lexine clapped sarcastically from the console. “Not bad, even though it was on easy mode,” she said laughing.
Sam exchanged a glance with his teammates, and the three of them looked at her with a face of resentment.
Someone was in the shadows on the upper deck drawing the three of them. “So this is the voidskin, huh? He seems interesting,” he said.