Nazan woke up to the blaring sound of his alarm. Groaning, he glanced at the clock.
5:30 AM.
He slammed it off with a groggy hand. His eyes were barely open, but today wasn't a day to snooze.
Dragging himself out of bed, he stumbled into the bathroom and let cold water shock him awake. The shower was quick—just enough to shake off the sleep.
"Nazan! Hurry up or you'll miss the first bell!" his mom shouted from the kitchen.
"I'm coming!" he yelled back, slipping into a black shirt and gray joggers.
His hair still dripping, he grabbed the sandwich she'd left on the table. It was warm—egg and ham, his favorite.
He took one bite, then another, then shoved the rest into his mouth as he slipped on his shoes.
"First day," his mom said with a soft smile. "You'll be fine."
He nodded, mouth full, then dashed out the door.
At the school gate, Nazan stood chewing the last bite of his sandwich. The building looked like a normal school… until he saw the students.
One floated several feet in the air. Another had smoke coming from his hands. A third flexed his arms and cracked the pavement beneath his feet.
This place was nothing like his old school.
Still, he pushed forward.
Inside the classroom, introductions had already started.
Students stood one by one, casually announcing things like,
"I can lift cars,"
"I talk to metal,"
"I can clone myself."
Then it was Nazan's turn.
He stood up slowly.
"I'm Nazan," he said, voice low. "Just transferred here. Uh… I have this shadow pet thing. It's alive, I think. But I can't control it yet."
A few students laughed. Some stared. One kid in the back raised an eyebrow.
Then others introduced themselves from their seats.
"Name's Rod. Super strength. And yeah—I'm strong."
In a flash, another kid zipped up beside them.
"Paulo. Super speed. Fastest in the class—no doubt."
Then came four more in a row.
Axl leaned against the doorway. "I copy powers. It's temporary, but annoying enough. Don't get too close if you don't want a mirror match."
Justine bounced in place, then stretched his arm across the hall like rubber. "Elastic everything. Makes me great at everything."
Frenzen sat near the window, quietly sketching in a worn notebook. "If I draw it, it becomes real. Doesn't mean I like to."
Pilsen stood silently by the wall. "Bone manipulation," he said. "Weapon, shield—whatever I need."
Nazan took it all in, overwhelmed.
"Am I even gonna fit in here?" he thought.
The bell rang. Students poured into the hall, chatting loudly. But Nazan lingered behind, eyes on his shadow stretched long across the floor.
Two boys approached.
"Hey!"
Nazan turned. It was Rod and Paulo.
"So… that shadow thing of yours," Rod said. "Is it strong?"
"I don't know yet," Nazan replied.
"You should summon it after class," Paulo added. "We wanna see what it can do."
"Sure," Nazan said with a shrug. "Just don't cause trouble."
He turned and walked away.
"This isn't just school anymore," he muttered.
"It's where everything begins."
To Be Continued.