《Solaris University (English)》


 Chapter 1: Arrival at the University

    Alexys, 18, brown hair and blue eyes, before Solaris University. Construction is a fusion of state -of -the -art technology and almost prohibited mysticism, as if each stone and metal have old memories. The wind circulates around your body, responding to your thoughts with the same naturalness as a reflection.


    Metal gates open alone, as if they recognize their presence.


    Alexys (thinking, cynical): "Superpodes Solaris University, huh? Tell me that the next course is ''How not to turn a walking clich¨¦.'' This name looks like a public school thing for mutants."


    She takes a step ahead. The campus is alive.


    In the air, fireballs clash with invisible barriers. On the floor, a student with tentacles leaving the back delivers pamphlets from a duel club. One girl crosses a wall like steam, while another flat with crystal wings. The world here does not follow the same rules.


    Alexys (smiling at herself): "And I think only I was weird."


    But she is not there for fun. Her father disappeared without a trace years ago, and everything took her here.


    It advances to the main hall. Hundreds of students talk and prepare for the first day. But one, in particular, stands out.


    Ethan, 18, messy brown hair, is sitting in a corner, notebook in hand. His eyes shine subtly, as if they saw himself beyond what anyone should see.


    He lifts his eyes to her.


    Ethan (calm, analyzing it): "I have never seen an aura like its before ... pure wind, no defined color, always moving."Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    Alexys flashes, surprised by the approach. Then he releases a low laugh and approaches.


    Alexys (arching the eyebrow): "This was a sung or a paranormal diagnosis? Because if it is the first option, congratulations, you invented the weirdst flirt in the world."


    Ethan (shrugging, without looking away): "Maybe a little of the two. But I confess that I''m still studying the results."


    She sits next to him, without asking permission. The wind around her whispers like a living entity.


    Alexys: "You know, usually people look at other parts of my body before trying to analyze me that way. But send you, I''m curious. What else do you see?"


    Ethan (staring at her with a half smile): "I see you''re not just here to play X-Men. There''s something personal. Something that keeps you stuck in this place, even if you pretend you don''t give a damn. "


    She leans a little more to him, eyes shining with a mixture of distrust and interest.


    Alexys: "Are you reading minds now or do you only have the troubled people?"


    Ethan (laughing slightly, but seriously): - "Seeing Auras is not just seeing what is on the surface. Sometimes I see what people try to hide even themselves. And that can be ... disturbing."


    Alexys pretends to reflect for a moment, then smile with Malicia.


    Alexys: "Okay, then tell me, what does my aura hide? Any cosmic curse? A fixation by bad reality shows? Or a secret desire to blow up this university until the end of the semester?"


    Ethan (smiling, but keeping my look intense): - "I''m still trying to find out. But I can tell you something ... You keep people away. Not because you want, but because they fear they approach too much. The wind around you doesn''t It''s just power.


    Her smile hesitates for a second. Then she recovers control, straightening her hair as if not this importance.


    Alexys: "Deep, boy. But see, you''re still here. The wind hasn''t thrown you away ... yet."


    Ethan (with a brightness in his eyes): "Maybe because I am not afraid of storms."


    A silence hangs. Something in the way he looks at her bothers and intrigues. As if he saw parts of her that she doesn''t even understand.


    She breaks the silence with a provocative smile.


    Alexys: "Okay, ok ... Maybe I leave you around a little more. But don''t find yourself. I''m a hurricane of complicated shit, and you only saw the beginning."


    Ethan: "Complicated storms are the most interesting. You can feel the energy, you know? That''s what keeps me curious."


    She gets up, taking her suitcase. The wind around her seems to react to her mood, stronger and more unstable.


    Alexys: - "Well, Ethan, it was a pleasure to meet the reader of auras thinner I''ve ever seen. Maybe we bump into there. But now, I need to find my room before they confuse me with a lost first year student . "


    Ethan (getting up too, smiling sideways): - "If you need help finding ... or anything else, I''m here."


    It pretends to consider the offer.


    Alexys: "I turn myself alone ... But if the corridors are as confused as their theories about me, I may need a map. Or a GPS."


    She walks away, feeling his eyes burn on her back.


    There is something strange on th


    at boy.


    And she hates admitting that it makes her want to know more.

 Chapter 2: On the way to the dormitory

    Alexys caminha pelos corredores da Universidade Solaris, e a cada passo sente os olhares enterrados sobre ela. Nada de novo. Pessoas com poderes sempre t¨ºm aquele instinto de analisar uns aos outros, medir for?as em sil¨ºncio. Mas no caso dela, o vento que parece acompanh¨¢-la como uma extens?o de sua pr¨®pria vontade s¨® aumenta a aura de mist¨¦rio.


    Ela gosta disso. Ele gosta de manter as pessoas ¨¤ distancia, de criar uma barreira invis¨ªvel antes mesmo que algu¨¦m tente se aproximar. Mas, por algum motivo, uma conversa com Ethan continua ecoando em sua mente.


    Alexys (pensando, irritado): "Que merda, por que ele ainda est¨¢ na minha cabe?a? Bobagem."


    Ela atravessa um grupo de estudantes encostados nas paredes, conversando em tom abafado. Um deles, um rapaz alto de cabelos descoloridos, cruza os bra?os ao v¨º-la e murmura algo para os amigos, que soltam risadas baixas. Alexys revira os olhos, mas sorri de lado. Sempre tem uma babaca que voc¨º acha que intimida.


    Ela chega ao pr¨¦dio dos dormit¨®rios, empurra a porta com o ombro e encontra um ambiente movimentado. Alunos entrando e saindo dos quartos, bolsas abertas no ch?o, vozes se sobrepondo. O caos t¨ªpico de um primeiro dia.


    Subindo as escadas at¨¦ seu quarto, ela abre a porta e finalmente se v¨º sozinha. O vento ¨¦ pago, como se respeitasse aquele momento. Ela deixa sua mala no ch?o, senta-se na beirada da cama e deixa seu olhar vagar pelo pequeno espa?o. Uma mesa, um arm¨¢rio, uma janela da qual se pode ver parte do campus. Tudo t?o simples, mas t?o significativo.


    Seus olhos caem sobre uma pequena fotografia, cuidadosamente guardada no bolso lateral da mala. Ela a pega, deslizando os dedos sobre uma imagem j¨¢ um pouco desgastada pelo tempo.


    Na foto, ela est¨¢, ainda crian?a, entre os pais. A m?e, de cabelos escuros e sorriso caloroso, e o pai, um homem de olhar certo e bra?os firmes ao redor da filha. Um n¨® se forma em sua garganta. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    FLASHBACK


    Uma lembran?a invade sua mente com for?a.


    Ela se v¨º pequena, correndo pelo quintal enquanto o vento brinca com seus cabelos. Seu pai est¨¢ l¨¢, observando-a com um sorriso divertido.


    Pai: "Voc¨º sente isso, Lex? O vento responde a voc¨º. Ele ¨¦ seu amigo, sua for?a. Mas nunca se esque?a... O verdadeiro poder vem de dentro."


    O pequeno Alexys ri, girando no eixo enquanto folhas secas voam ao seu redor.


    Alexys (Crian?a): "Se eu for amigo do vento, ele me proteger¨¢ para sempre, certo?"


    O sorriso do pai vacila por um momento, mas logo retorna.


    Pai: - "Sempre."


    FLASHBACK DO FIM FAZ


    De volta ao presente, Alexys respira fundo e aperta a fotografia.


    Ela n?o veio para a Universidade Solaris s¨® para jogar hero¨ªna ou descobrir o que era capaz. Veio por ele. Veio porque preciso entender o que realmente aconteceu.


    Ela olha pela janela e v¨º a lua iluminar o campus.


    Alexys (sussurrando para si mesma): "Eu vou descobrir a verdade. Mesmo que eu tenha que derrubar essa universidade inteira."


    O vento dentro do quarto sopra levemente, como se ele o estivesse ouvindo. Ela solta um suspiro e guarda a foto dentro da gaveta. N?o h¨¢ tempo para nostalgia. Ela tem um objetivo, e ningu¨¦m a impedir¨¢.

 Chapter 3: "The Fury of the Wind: The Challenge and the Fall"

    Segundo dia.


    Os corredores da Universidade Solaris s?o um emaranhado de passos apressados, conversas abafadas e olhares furtivos. Mas Alexys anda como se fosse a ¨²nica pessoa ali. O vento ao redor dele parece vivo, entre seus cabelos, levantando fios como se estivesse inquieto, reagindo a seus pensamentos.


    Ela est¨¢ prestes a virar uma esquina quando se esbarra em algo. Algo s¨®lido.


    O impacto a faz dar um passo para tr¨¢s, sentindo o ar se condensar em seu peito antes de soltar um suspiro curto. Os olhos dele sobem at¨¦ encontrarem uma parede de m¨²sculos e arrogancia.


    Marco.


    O Bad Boy da Universidade. O tipo de rosto que vive para intimidar os outros, que exala aquela confian?a t¨®xica de quem nunca precisou de mais do que a pr¨®pria for?a para se importar. Ele olha de cima, um sorriso torto se forma em seus l¨¢bios.


    Marcus (zombando): - "Ei, mocinha, tome cuidado por onde ele anda. Isso n?o ¨¦ um desfile de moda, ¨¦ a Universidade Solaris."


    Alexys pisca lentamente, absorvendo o insulto como quem escuta o latido de um c?o pequeno. Seu olhar desliza pelo tronco largo de Marcus, analisando o corte justo da camisa que faz quest?o de destacar cada m¨²sculo.


    Alexys (levantando uma sobrancelha, sorrindo de lado): "Aparentemente, voc¨º tem ido aos mesmos desfiles. Que lindo par de ombreiras voc¨º tem a¨ª, parece ter sido roubado de alguma fantasia dos anos 80."


    Marcus estreitamente os olhos. Ele est¨¢ habituado a ver as pessoas desviarem o olhar, gaguejarem, hesitarem. Mas ela? Ela ri da cara dele.


    Marcus (cruzando os bra?os, o sorriso desaparecendo um pouco): - "Olha, o novoto tem uma boca afiada. Pena que n?o vai durar muito aqui."


    Alexys (soltando um suspiro dram¨¢tico): "Ah, ¨¦ mesmo? E o que voc¨º vai fazer? Me quebrar com esses m¨²sculos da academia ou vai tentar intimidar seu Bad Boy malvado?"


    Um murm¨²rio se forma. Os alunos diminuem o ritmo, captando o cheiro de conflito no ar. Alguns j¨¢ sussurram apostas mentais sobre quanto tempo Alexys levou para se arrepender.


    Marcus d¨¢ um passo ¨¤ frente, e a proximidade entre os diminutos dois de forma sufocante. Sua voz fica mais baixa, mais pesada, aquela tom de amea?a velada que s¨® os brutos sabem fazer.


    Marcus (Dark Tom): "Voc¨º n?o sabe quem est¨¢ movendo. Garotas como voc¨º acha que podem se safar com uma l¨ªngua afiada, mas aqui, o que manda ¨¦ poder. E o meu..."


    Ele levanta uma m?o, abrindo e fechando os dedos lentamente. Uma aura vermelha come?a a brilhar ao redor do seu punho, crepitando no ar como fa¨ªscas el¨¦tricas.


    Marcus (sorrindo de lado): - "... voc¨º n?o vai querer testar."


    Alexys takes a step back, but not out of fear. His gaze dances between Marcus''s face and the incandescent fist. The wind around him responds, whirling in subtle spirals, pressing his clothes against his body, whistling in the ears of those around.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    The challenge is launched.


    Alexys (slow, provocative smile): - "Do you know what is funny? Expensive as you always think they can intimidate me."


    She raises one hand, and the wind obeys, forming invisible swirls that condens themselves in the palm of her fingers.


    Alexys (sharp look): "But what you don''t know is that I love a good challenge. Want to show your power? Go ahead. Let''s see if you can impress me ... because so far, I only saw muscles and ego . "


    Marcus releases a short, serious laugh. But your eyes shine with excitement. He is not the type who refuses a challenge.


    His fist shines stronger, crackling like a living torch.


    Marcus (low voice, loaded with threat and fun): - "As you like, novice. I hope you enjoy losing."


    The air vibrates with electricity. The corridor of Solaris University becomes a makeshift arena, where students pile up, eager for a spectacle. Murmurs grow, bets are whispered, cell phones are erected to capture every second.


    Ethan, leaning against the wall, watches the scene with a light smile, his arms crossed. His eyes shine in expectation. He has read Alexys''s aura and knows that despite his carefree stance, there is a hurricane inside her.


    Marcus advances, his fists shining like breadred embers, cracks on the floor marking the weight of his presence.


    Marcus (cruel smile, preparing the blow):


    - "Time to teach you a lesson!"


    He fires a punch. The air is distorted around its wrist, the absurd speed creating a sanonic explosion.


    But Alexys is no longer there.


    Her body slides sideways at the last moment, the wind boosting her movement as if she were a feather in the midst of a hurricane. The punch reaches the concrete wall with a devastating impact, cracks spreading like spider webs.


    The crowd murmurs.


    Alexys lands softly, spinning in heels with a discharge.


    Alexys (arising an eyebrow, provocative):


    - "This is the best you can? I thought it was going to be more ... exciting. So far, it seems that you are taking a pilates class."


    The laughter of the audience hits Marcus as an invisible punch. Your pride throb, your jaw crashes. His Rubra aura grows, his eyes shining in a fiery tone of fury.


    Marcus (growl, voice loaded with contained anger):


    - "You''ll regret provoking me!"


    He invests with a flood of blows. Each punch makes the air vibrate, the combined speed and force turning its attacks into red smudges.


    But Alexys dances between the blows.


    The wind around her seems to laugh with her, guiding her body in fluid and graceful movements. With a light heel, she drives herself up, spinning in the air before landing gently behind him.


    Marcus turns furious, throwing a kick.


    Alexys smiles.


    A dry crack echoes.


    Antes mesmo que o golpe atingisse seu destino, o vento responde ao comando sutil de Alexys e empurra Marcus com for?a suficiente para faz¨º-lo perder o equil¨ªbrio por um segundo.


    A multid?o explode em gargalhadas.


    Alexys (rindo, provocando):


    - "S¨¦rio, cara, isso est¨¢ ficando pat¨¦tico. Voc¨º consegue um golpe? Ou s?o s¨® m¨²sculos e nada de c¨¦rebro?"


    Marcus sente o calor da humilha??o ferver sob sua pele. Seus olhos brilham, sua aura se expande violentamente.


    E ent?o ele para de segurar.


    A energia ao redor explode, uma onda vermelha pulsante pelo corredor. A temperatura ambiente sobe, o concreto treme sob a press?o crescente de seu poder.


    Marcus (rugindo, levantando os punhos flamejantes):


    - "ELE CHEGA!"


    Ele concentra sua for?a e dispara uma explos?o de energia diretamente contra Alexys.


    O ar est¨¢ distorcido. O corredor se enche de um brilho escarlate de esquecimento.


    Mas Alexys permanece im¨®vel.


    Com uma simples m?o, o vento responde. Um escudo invis¨ªvel se ergue diante dele, dissipando o ataque como uma brisa leve apagando a chama de uma vela.


    O impacto desaparece. O sil¨ºncio reina.


    Os olhos de Marcus se arregalam em choque.


    Alexys sorri, inclinando levemente a cabe?a.


    Alexys (sorriso pregui?oso): "Parece que voc¨º n?o aprendeu nada sobre tempestades, grand?o... Quanto mais voc¨º tenta lutar contra o vento, mais ele te derruba."


    O pulso dela se fecha, e o vento a empurra para frente com for?a avassaladora. O soco dele atinge o peito de Marcus como um raio, e a rajada de ar que acompanha o golpe o joga para tr¨¢s como uma boneca de pano.


    Marcus colide brutalmente contra a parede. A estrutura de concreto cede com o impacto, rachando ao redor de seu corpo enquanto a poeira sobe.


    Ele tenta se levantar, rugindo de frustra??o. Mas Alexys j¨¢ est¨¢ um passo ¨¤ frente.


    Ela levanta os bra?os.


    O vento responde ao chamado.


    Uma monstruosa corrente de ar irrompe pelo corredor, formando um redemoinho ao redor de Marcus. Livros, pap¨¦is e at¨¦ pequenas rachaduras de concreto s?o sugados pela for?a implac¨¢vel da tempestade.


    Marcus resiste. Ou pelo menos tenta.


    Seu corpo se levanta alguns cent¨ªmetros do ch?o, seus bra?os debatem-se em desespero enquanto a press?o do vento o domina completamente.


    E ent?o, com um estalo ensurdecedor, a tempestade cessa.


    O corpo de Marcus ¨¦ jogado no ch?o com um impacto seco.


    O sil¨ºncio no corredor ¨¦ absoluto.


    Alexys caminha lentamente at¨¦ ele, abaixando-se para sussurrar em seu ouvido.


    Alexys (voz baixa e vitoriosa): "Li??o n¨²mero um: nunca subestime o vento."


    Ela se levanta e alisa o cabelo sem pressa. O vento ao redor dele se acalma, como se ele nunca tivesse existido.


    A multid?o explode em gritos e assobios.


    Ethan, encostado na parede, sorri com seu canto. Seus olhos analisam Alexys com ainda mais interesse.


    Essa garota... Ela n?o era apenas forte.


    Ela era um furac?o.

 Chapter 4: The Storm Begins

    The corridor still vibrates with the murmurs of the scattered students. The air carries the tension of what just happened. Marcus gets up with difficulty, the flushed face of humiliation and contained anger. The crowd still watches, some whispering and laughing at the scene they just witnessed. But then a sound echoes through the corridor - firm, methodical passes. The rhythmic noise of leather shoes clashes with the smooth floor like a clock marking the inevitable.


    A firm and impeccable voice cuts the air:


    Sinclair Director


    - "What the hell is happening here?"


    Silence falls like muffled thunder. Students shut up instantly, making room while an imposing figure advances through the hallway. The director Sinclair, an almost aristocratic presence, stands out among the students. He wears an impeccable dark suit, and his cold, calculating eyes analyze the scene with an almost bored disdain. Her gray hair is perfectly hairstyles, and her posture exudes absolute authority.


    He faces Alexys, then Marcus, and his gaze is a sharp scalpel, devoid of patience.


    Director Sinclair (sharp voice, without lifting the tone)


    - "First day of school and have you already decided to turn the school into a fighting ring? Impressive. Alexys. Marcus. My room. Now."


    Alexys crosses his arms and lets out an exaggerated sigh, but walks without hesitation. She knows she has no choice.


    Passing Ethan, he leans a little and whispers, a glow of entertainment in his eyes.


    Ethan (smiling in singing)


    - "Complicated storms, huh? I liked your presentation."


    Alexys stops, turns his head slowly and smiles sideways, a malicious look dancing in his eyes.


    Alexys (low, provocative)


    - "You haven''t seen anything yet, auras boy."


    They exchange glances for a brief moment, like accomplices of a newly used crime. Then Alexys follows the corridor behind Sinclair.


    The director''s room is cold, impeccable, organized with surgical accuracy. Symmetrically aligned with glass shelves, a discreet hologram running reports on the university. In the center, a dark, robust table, with the austere shine of those who command everything with iron hands.


    Alexys and Marcus are sitting in leather chairs before Sinclair''s table. Ethan, with his arms crossed, is standing at the bottom of the room, clearly having fun with the situation.


    Sinclair slowly walks from side to side, the fingers intertwined behind the back, his eyes meticulously calculating the expressions of the two students in front of him.


    Sinclair Director (low, but heavy -loaded voice)


    - "What exactly goes through your mind? Do you think they are in any school? Do you think they can act as they understand, without consequences?"


    Marcus look away, clencing his fists. Alexys, on the other hand, leans into the chair, crossing his legs, an expression of pure disadvantage on his lips.


    Alexys (casual, smiling sideways)


    - "With all due respect, principal, but I thought it was a superpowers school, not a convent."


    The mood in the room weighs a little more. Marcus widens her eyes, Ethan bites her lip to contain a laugh, and Sinclair just sighs, as if she read with children much more annoying than she should.


    Marcus (snorting, sulky)


    - "She started! It was just a joke and she took it the wrong way."


    Sinlair slowly rotates his head to face it, his sharp look like a sharp blade.


    Sinclair Director (cold, disinterested)


    - "Play? This seems more like a pathetic demonstration of strength. Do you want to be a leader, Marcus? Well, know that leaders don''t have to prove they are strong. They are already. And you, Alexys¡­"


    Alexys raises his challenging eyebrow, waiting for the sermon.


    Sinclair Director (impassive)


    - "¡­ You are exactly the kind of problem that gives me a headache. Tooth too big, control. This is what I demand from you. Absolute control."


    Alexys laughs slightly, leaning forward in the chair.


    Alexys (smiling with malice)


    - "Control? I can create a little hurricane and solve it quickly."


    Sylllair stop and tilt your head slightly to the side, evaluating it. The silence in the room becomes oppressive. So he lets out a small smile - but not fun. It is the smile of a man who has heard every excuse and provocation possible. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    Sinclair Director (calmly, dangerous)


    - "This sharp tongue will get you in trouble, girl. And when that happens, I hope the hurricane you create is strong enough to get you out of it."


    Alexys does not retreat. Your eyes are locking, a silent challenge. Sinclair holds the look for a few seconds, and then leans on the table.


    Sinclair Director (with authority)


    - "You two will have an official warning. And if you think I''m kidding, I may well have the two of them spend a month cleaning the school bathrooms. With your powers."


    Marcus''s face writhing in pure disgust. Alexys lets out a short, fun whistle.


    Alexys (ironic)


    - "And I think my punishment was going to be a sermon on responsibility."


    Sinclair Director (smiling in singing, merciless)


    "Oh, that wasn''t a sermon. That was a warning."


    SILENCE. Alexys studies the director for a moment, but realizes that there is nothing else to argue. She gets up, making an exaggerated reverence.


    ALEXYS (BACK)


    - "It was a pleasure, sir. I hope to come back here soon."


    Director Sinclair (arising the eyebrow, challenging)


    - "Oh, you go."


    Alexys gives a dirty smile and walks to the door, Marcus leaving right behind, clearly annoyed. Ethan follows them, throwing a last fun look to Sinclair before closing the door.


    Outside, Alexys releases a low laugh. Ethan walks beside her, with a smile on his lips.


    Ethan (Fun)


    "Well, at least now you''re sure you made a memorable first impression."


    Alexys looks at him and shrugged.


    Alexys (smiling aside)


    - "Whether for love or hatred, I always leave a mark."


    Ethan laughs, and they keep walking down the corridor, while the university follows its course. But both know¡­ The storm called Alexys Malone is still just starting.


    University corridors are still hectic with recent confusion. The sound of the steps echoes along the walls, but Alexys walks carefree, as if nothing had happened. The wind around him moves subtly, responding to his presence, lifting his hair and shaking the papers that some students hold. Ethan accompanies her with a discreet smile on her face.


    Ethan (laughing, with hands in his pockets):


    "You really know how to get in the front door, huh? First day and have already scolded the director''s official scolding. Impressive."


    Alexys (arising an eyebrow, a naughty smile on his lips):


    -"I would say it was another ''welcome'' personalized. If I won''t win exemplary student awards, at least I will be remembered."


    They walk a little further, until two students approach. The first is a tall and muscular boy with black skin and a relaxed look. He wears a sports jacket and has a confident floor, as if the world were his playground. Beside him, a red -eyed red -haired girl with a watchful eye, with a serene but firm countenance.


    Jordan (smiling from ear to ear, looking at Alexys):


    - "Dude, I saw what you did to Marcus. Finally someone put that troglodyte in place! I thought no one would have the courage."


    Alexys (crossing his arms, pretending false modesty):


    "Ah, it was just a warm -up. I didn''t even have to sweat."


    Ema (looking at Alexys with interest, slightly tilting his head):


    - "You really didn''t be afraid of him. Most prefers to avoid confrontation with Marcus."


    Alexys (arising an eyebrow, provocative):


    - "Fear? I have never heard of it."


    Jordan releases a loud laugh, clearly enjoying Alexys''s attitude. He takes a step forward and extends his hand.


    Jordan:


    - "Jordan. Super Strength. Athlete. Galler. Specialist in controlled trouble. Oh, and humility is my greatest talent."


    Alexys (squeezing his hand, with a fun smile):


    - "Alexys. Master of the winds. Doctor in sarcasm. Specialist in ending inflated egos. I think we have something in common."


    Jordan (giving a friendly slap on Alexys''s shoulder):


    - "definitely."


    He points with his chin to the redhead next door.


    Jordan:


    - "This is Ema. She has a calm way, but make no mistake. If she wants, she can turn this corridor into a jungle in seconds."


    EMA (crossing your arms, a challenging glow in the eyes):


    - "I control the plants. It seems harmless? Just until I decide it is not."


    Alexys (smiling, interested):


    - "Plants, huh? Never underestimate nature. I''ve seen a root to overthrow whole buildings."


    EMA (with a discreet but confident smile):


    - "Exactly."


    Ethan, who until then only watched, finally gets closer.


    Ethan:


    "Well, since we''re sharing talents ... I see Auras. I can see people''s essence. It''s not as explosive as lifting tornadoes or overthrowing walls, but it has its value."


    Jordan (raising an eyebrow, playful):


    - "Auras? So you basically have a built -in lies detector? My God, I can never play poker with you."


    EMA (laughing):


    - "I''ll write down this on the list of ''things to avoid''."


    Alexys crosses his arms and watches the three for a moment, as if evaluated them. So, smiles sideways.


    Alexys:


    "Well, look at us." Valentona, the reader of Auras, the modest brute and the queen of plants. If this is not a peculiar team, I don''t know what it is. "


    Jordan puts his arm around Alexys''s shoulders, as if they were already old friends.


    Jordan:


    - "I would say we are the team of problems. And with you leading chaos, there is no way we have to make mistakes."


    Alexys (throwing a sharp but fun look):


    - "Chaos? Ah, Jordan ... what you saw was just a light breeze. If you hold on, because I''m the whole hurricane."


    EMA (with a glow in the eyes):


    - "If you need an entire forest to help you, you already know who to call it."


    Ethan (Playing):


    - "Apparently, this storm will only grow. Better to prepare."


    Jordan (opening a challenging smile):


    - "So let the storm come."


    Alexys laughs, feeling that for the first time that day he found allies to the time. The wind around him blows stronger for a moment, as if he responds to his restless spirit. The game at Solaris University was just beginning.