Ever since B.C. started, people began to gain natural powers that were later called "Elements." Everybody was born with one, so it was really common. There were three different types of Elements: Elemental, Natural, and Beast. Everyone used different Elements — some were for combat, and some couldn't be used for combat but had other uses instead. The Lost Key is the power source of the entire Land of Avangard, and it's the reason the people living in Avangard are born with Elements. It keeps the world alive and well — without it, destruction could follow. It's a very powerful key that can also be used as a weapon to destroy. The Lost Key was created at the center of the universe, then crash-landed on Earth after its long space journey. It crashed back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and stayed buried until it was found in B.C. by the first Celestianite Dragon, Vigilzante. Ever since the first Celestianite was born, it was the smartest of all creatures. When another Celestianite was born, they mated and produced two more. As more Celestianites appeared, the population grew. They took over the dinosaurs' land and waited until they died off, so they could keep the land for themselves and name it "Celestia." Celestia had the Golden Region, the Heavenly Spot, and the Enchanted Kingdom. That was until the Lost Key was used by Vigilzante to create all the Elemental Tribes, and the people who lived in them were called Elementalnites. For example, people who live in Scarletsville are called "Flamenites," and people who live in the Thunderstark Kingdom are called "Electronites." Since the Lost Key could grant wishes, it created 12 tribes on land and one in the sea — the Gadian Sea Kingdom. Then creatures like Zirixes and Uragas started to appear, and they settled in some of the tribes' lands if the environment suited them. People also began gaining beast-like characteristics representing their respective Elements, which was honestly clutch for survival. And boom — that's your intro to the world of Avangard.
10,000 Years Ago During the CL War
Through the Pyramids of Markilao, a blood-to-blood battle raged. The sandy wind howled from afar, and the gusts were fierce. Hurricanes roared across the land, tearing up trees and pyramids alike.
The sky was a blanket of gray, with no sun to shine — just a dark, lifeless zone. In the middle of the pyramids, the Celestianites and Lunaranites clashed again.
With their spears, they stabbed, slashed, and sliced each other without holding back. Both sides fired energy bullets and beams from their mouths, causing massive destruction.
Five Celestianites huddled behind a large, cracked stone pillar. One of them was Blightscaw, a top-ranked Celestianite soldier. He had tough white scales, a shiny gold belly, and shimmering golden horns and wings. His scales from head to tail were sharp and dangerous — he was the most serious fighter in the entire army.
Lunaranites fired lunar beams at the five behind the pillar, but each Celestianite had a Divine Arrow to fight back. Blightscaw peeked over the pillar and sniped one Lunaranite, then another teammate followed. They ducked back down to reload their arrows.
Blightscaw glanced at the Lost Key behind him and sighed.
"Alright, where am I even gonna put this thing?! Why was I chosen to hide it?!" he muttered, his scales sharpening.
One comrade raised an eyebrow at him. "You're chosen because you're the most impossible one to beat, right? You should be able to hide it safely, so we can buy enough time to use it in a few years. We don't want the Lunaranites to win again — they've done too much damage."
Another teammate peered over the pillar and sniped another Lunaranite. "Look, man, you've gotta do it. For the army, your family, the world!"
Blightscaw looked down at the key, and a confident snarl escaped him. He swiped the key from the ground with his claws, and the wind kicked up.
He flapped his wings and blasted into the air, heading toward the colossal, sand-colored pyramid in front of him. The wind howled, whipping up the sand into a raging dust storm.
Blightscaw flew through the thick brown storm, struggling as the dust blinded him. The wind got stronger, pushing the Lunaranites and Celestianites apart — and making it even worse for Blightscaw. He fought through it, but the more he tried to speed up, the weaker his wings became.
"YOU CAN DO THIS, BLIGHTSCAW!"
one of the Celestianites shouted, their voice cracking through the violent air.
As Blightscaw battled the storm, more Celestianites cheered him on. He looked down, a sorrowful expression on his face at first — but then his eyes hardened with determination. He turned back to the pyramid and pushed forward through the wind without hesitation.
The dust storm tried to drag him down, but Blightscaw shattered through the barrier, speeding upward through the swirling chaos. He finally reached the top of the pyramid, flying above it as the storm twisted into a tornado around him, his celestial energy blazing.
As the dust swirled violently and the ground trembled, Blightscaw quickly placed the key into a square-shaped structure made of the pyramid's sandy blocks.
The moment the key slid into place, a massive burst of white and yellow energy unleashed a shockwave across the entire Pyramids of Markilao, sending everyone scattering. Celestial energy crackled and surged around Blightscaw, the tornado roaring even stronger.
Blightscaw was now floating — not by his wings, but because the tornado lifted him. He began to radiate a blinding light that erupted into a massive ring-shaped explosion, ending the tornado's rampage.
And at the center of the square structure above the pyramid, there was… nothing.
The Lost Key had vanished.
My alarm did not go off.
Of course it didn't.
I launched outta bed like I was late for saving the universe. Spoiler: I was just late for middle school. Equally dangerous, honestly.
Red hoodie? Crumpled on the floor like a defeated Pokémon.
Jeans? Halfway inside out.
Hair? Looking like I lost a fight with a ceiling fan.
Me? Glorious disaster.
I slapped on my clothes, shoved a half-eaten granola bar in my mouth, and bolted out the door like I was being chased by regret.
The sky was doing its golden-purple glow thing—sun barely up, air all crisp and perfect. And for once? No evil portals. No sky lasers. No dramatic boss music. Just… peace.
I hit the sidewalk and jogged toward school—well, tried to.
"YO, DON! THAT YOU?"
I looked over and saw Old Man Vek chilling on his porch, squinting over his daily newspaper, which had absolutely nothing to do with me, by the way. Looked like it had a huge headline about some squirrels taking over a bird feeder.
"Morning, Mr. Vek!" I called out, already speed-walking like my life depended on it.
"You're runnin' late again, huh?" he said, sipping a mug of something suspiciously green. "You know what happened the last time you skipped breakfast—you tried to fight a fire hydrant."
"ONE TIME, Mr. Vek! ONE TIME!" I shouted back, wheezing.
He cackled so hard he nearly dropped his mug.
"Watch out for those hydrants, kid!" he called after me. "They've got teeth!"
I waved as I turned the corner, smiling even though I was already feeling the panic start to bubble.
As I passed the playground, chaos erupted.
A bunch of little kids spotted me from behind the fence like they were spotting Bigfoot in sneakers.
"IT'S DON!"
"THE GUY WHO ACCIDENTALLY FLEW INTO A TREE LAST MONTH!"
"HE'S GOT POWERS!!!"
I spun around, grinning, and struck a superhero pose. "Still just Don. My only superpower is being fashionably late."
"CAN YOU FLY?!"
"Nope! But I can trip with dramatic flair!"
They cracked up like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. Honestly? I was kinda proud of that one.
Then came the rest of the walk. I passed Mrs. Lenu, sweeping outside her corner shop like she was about to start breakdancing with the broom.
"Morning, Don," she said, not even looking up. "You're running."
"Gotta hustle or I'll be toast!"
She smirked. "Well, don't burn yourself."
I gave her a little salute, then promptly tripped on a pebble. Smooth.
By now, people were peeking out their windows, giving me little nods, waves, and "there goes that boy again" kind of looks. Cars honked—not in an angry way, but in that "you got this!" way.
Mr. Nibbs, the ice cream guy, tossed me a frozen pop. I caught it without stopping.
"You're gonna need the energy, hero boy!" he laughed.
I turned down another block—and that's when I saw Jax the mailman absolutely getting wrecked by two rogue delivery bots going full Terminator. One was flailing around with a barcode scanner like it was a sword. The other looked like it was about to explode over a misdelivered envelope.
"JAX!" I yelled, already channeling a soft purple glow into my hands.
In five seconds flat, I zapped one bot into standby mode, then tripped the other one with a banana peel I'd completely forgotten was in my pocket. Don't ask why. It's Don logic.
"You good?" I asked as I helped Jax up.
He blinked. "Did you just throw a fruit-based projectile?"
"Strategic potassium-based takedown. Totally intentional."
"…You're late for school again, aren't you?"
I checked the time on my phone—and my heart dropped.
"8:27?! BRO I'M GONNA GET DETENTION FOR ETERNITY."
And then I screamed.
Like, loud. Birds flew out of trees. Someone across the street dropped a smoothie. I was full Gremlin Mode.
I booked it. Hard. Backpack flapping, sneakers skidding, frozen pop still in my mouth like a champion.
As I darted across town, Old Man Vek shouted from three blocks back:
"RUN LIKE THE WIND, YOU LITTLE ELEMENTAL WEIRDO!"
And that, my friend, is how my morning started. No prophecies. No shadowy figures. No ancient secrets.
Just a red hoodie, a late kid, and a whole town that somehow still loved me even when I tripped over my own shoelace.
A Few Minutes Later
I was sprinting through the school hallways like my life depended on it. Because honestly? It kinda did.
Name's Lens Don the Celestianite. I'm 12, I've got dragon traits, and I'm part of the Celestianite Race—which totally explains the horns, wings, and all that sparkle. But before we dive into the wildness that happened today, lemme give you the lowdown on me.
So yeah. Twelve. I've got crystallized purple horns, shiny crystal wings with weirdly fluffy scales, and a long violet tail with white stripes and jagged spikes. Thanks to Cosmonimbous (don't ask me to spell that twice), my scales are crystal-y but soft. Kinda like armored marshmallows. The rest of me? Just your average Black kid with a buzz cut, rockin' a red hoodie, blue jeans, and black-and-red Nike Skechers.
I live in Avangard—this crazy fantasy world that happened after the continents mashed together and the planet went full RPG mode. Now we've got Elements. Everyone's born with one. Mine? Celestial. A rare light-purple energy that basically lets me do anime-level nonsense. If I collect all nine Power Gems, I get even more cracked.
My dream? Be a hero. A real Hero of Avangard. I wanna be famous. I used to be the background NPC—awkward, loud, confident for no reason. Still kinda am. That "confidence" backfires a lot. Like, embarrassing-volleyball-game levels of backfire. Life = certified wreck.
People clown me all the time. Say I'm weak, say I can't fight. It sucks. I don't even want attention anymore—but I do. You feel me? I wanna be more. Not just loud. Not just weird. I wanna be worthy.
Anyway. Back to the chaos.
The school was lit—literally. Sunlight blazed through the windows, lighting up cream-colored walls and white ceilings. No lights on. Still buzzing with Elemental madness.
I booked it through packed hallways. I had to leap over Emely's icy hallway river. "Watch it, Ice Bird!"
"Sorry!" she shouted, already melting it. (Love that girl. Ice Element. Hyper as hell.)
Then—fireballs. Great. Archie again. I flared my wings, dodged hard, and smacked one with my tail.
"Fifth time this week!" Archie yelled.
"Just shut it, hot pot!" I snapped. Dude thrives on chaos.
Vines next. Lonnie Mae was just vibing, chucking forest magic for fun. I ninja'd over thorns and slid under branches.
Then—PRINCE. Zoomed by in lightning form.
"PRINCE! NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS!" the principal roared.
What did he do? Flew.
"NO FLYING EITHER!"
Classic.
I ducked Olsen's rock pillars, dodged Keyler's sticky webs, and passed Ella being totally unbothered. Room 101 ahead—I SLID in like an action hero.
Everyone. Was. Already. There.
EVERY KID I RAN PAST.
I froze. Brain: error 404.
Mr. Bassi, (the 24 year old man who wore a white shirt and green pants rocking a crew cut) gave me that disappointed teacher smirk. "You're late."
"Uhm, technically I got here in one second so I'm not that—"
"You're lucky it wasn't two or that would've been detention. Sit."
I dropped into my front-row seat. He was the teacher that was half man, half bull, he had two bull horns on the top of his head, poking out from his hair. This was supposed to be history class. Keyword: supposed.
Mr. Bassi turned to the board and just… stood there. Awkward silence.
"Sooo… aren't you gonna teach us?" Mason asked.
Bassi blinked. "Wait. This is history?"
Whole class: Facepalm.
"DUDE. You're the teacher. Just do your job!"
He sighed. "Look, I'm a math teacher, okay? History ain't my thing. Should we talk about the Civil War or—"
"THE HISTORY OF AVANGARD!" we all yelled.
"Right! That! Totally knew that." He scrambled to his desk, grabbed a chunky book, and flipped it open.
"Alright. Let's talk about the CL War."
He cleared his throat. "Ten thousand years ago, the CL War began. It all started with an ancient artifact called the Lost Key, hidden by a Celestianite to keep it away from the Lunaranites—an evil tribe that wanted to conquer Avangard. Their leader, Dreadixz, declared war, hungry for total control.
The Celestianites and Lunaranites battled for years. The Lunaranites were stronger, had more troops, and crushed us in most fights. Celestianites—dragon-like beings with Elemental powers—had Light, Astral, and Celestial Elements. Vigilzante had Celestial. Most looked feathered or scaly, but they were all powerful… Most of them had hard scales, and many of them looked feathered, even though that was just an appearance. Their horns were circular, feathered halos, and they were primarily white, gold, and yellow. These dragons fought for peace and freedom.
The Lunaranites, on the other hand, were mostly black and purple—that was the extent of their color. They had long, curved horns that were either violet or black, and their scales were sharp and dangerous. They were the kind of dragons that sought power and destruction, craving control over the land. They viewed those around them as mere pawns, using everyone as slaves.
They became an army when Dreadix declared his speech:
"YOU WANT POWER? YOU WANT FULL CONTROL?! DO YOU WANT REVENGE ON YOUR ENEMIES?! DO YOU WANT THE WORLD TO CHANGE?! WELL, FOLLOW ME! AS YOUR NEW LEADER, DREADIXZ THE SHADOW LORD! AND IF YOU DO, YOU WILL GAIN THE FREE WILL TO TAKE THIS WRETCHED NATION!"
After their final war, their leader, Vigilzante, fell to Dreadixz. Before his death, however, he wrote a poem, which was passed on as a prophecy:
"Five must find the Lost Key, then the one who defeats at least 11 beasts, including Dreadixz, shall be the chosen Celestianite Leader."
There's a hidden message in the first part of the prophecy for one of the five Chosen Ones, and they must fulfill it as they go in search of the Lost Key. Suddenly, the intercom blasted loud and sharp:
"ATTENTION STUDENTS! SOME DARK SHADOW-LIKE BALL IS FLYING AT US AT MAX SPEED! MAKE SURE YOU EVACUATE THE SCHOOL QUICKLY!"
I jolted up from my desk. "What the heck?! What's going on?!"
Everyone scrambled, full panic mode. Mr. Bassi sprinted to the windows. The yellow sun dimmed. The sky swirled deep purple, thunderclouds crackling. Wind howled so hard it rattled the whole building.
Mr. Bassi's face went white. "Oh, crap."
He slammed the shutters down. "EVERYBODY OUT NOW!"
I ran after the others—
BOOM!
The roof exploded. White lunar energy blasted me across the room like a piece of paper. I slid across desks, coughed through dust.
When I looked up—
He was there.
Same height. Purple hoodie. White wings glowing sharp. Tail flicking with purple scales. Purple-glow eyes locked on me like he owned the place.
He pointed. "You… One of the Five Chosen Ones. Confident. Relentless. That's why I'm here."
Celestial energy flickered around me. "WHO ARE YOU?!"
He stepped closer. "Dark Don."
His fist hit my face. I flew through the bookshelf. But not this time—
Light violet Celestial energy flared off me. My arms lit up with crackling violet lightning.
I pushed back, blocking his next punch mid-air, shoving him back with a burst of violet power. My eyes glowed light violet.
I threw a punch, catching him in the jaw. Dark Don skidded back. My energy exploded again—I was holding my own!
For about five seconds.
He smirked, vanished in a flash-step, and slammed his knee into my gut. My breath left my lungs. He hurled me straight into the hallway.
Still sparking violet, I charged again. We traded blows—Celestial violet versus Lunar white.
Then he caught me with a lunar blast that sent me straight through the hallway wall, crashing into the cafeteria.
That's when the cavalry showed up.
The side doors slammed open—
Iris Town PD and Emergency Element Heroes stormed in.
One Hero with Cement Element and Bull Traits: stone horns, brick-textured skin, heavy armor fists.Another with Sound Element, Panther Traits: black fur along his arms, pointed ears, sonic claws flashing.A Smoke Element Hero with Hyena Traits: smoky tail, sharp teeth, laugh echoing through the fog.A Bomb Element Hero with Gorilla Traits: arms glowing red, thick gray fur, bombs charged in each hand.And a Water Element Hero with Shark Traits: gills on her neck, fins on her elbows, sharp shark teeth flashing.
The cafeteria filled with blue and red lights flashing outside—sirens, helicopters hovering.
"FREEZE! HANDS UP!" Bull Cop shouted, stomping the ground, concrete spikes shooting up.
Dark Don glanced over, casual, holding his sword by his side. "More pests."
While still walking toward me, still pressuring me, he lifted his free hand—
Lunar pulse.
The Bull Cop charged, horns down. Lunar sword slash—cut through the cement spikes like nothing. Bull Cop caught a lunar punch straight to the jaw, got launched into the wall.
The Sound Panther Hero roared, claws slashing sonic blasts.
Dark Don flicked his sword, deflecting them with ease. Then he backhanded Panther Hero into a table mid-roar.
Smoke Hyena dropped a mist bomb. Gorilla Bomb Hero hurled two red-glowing charges.
Didn't matter. Lunar step—teleport again. One white lunar slash and both bombs exploded mid-air.
Shark Hero tried to catch him off-guard with a tidal blast. Dark Don side-stepped, grabbed her arm mid-move, and slammed her through the cafeteria floor, leaving a crater.
While all that was happening—he still had me by the collar.
I swung a weak violet punch—he caught my arm mid-air, squeezing until I could barely breathe.
"It's not enough," Dark Don said coldly, dragging me across the floor while cops and heroes dropped around us. "Light violet Celestial energy… you're not ready."
I coughed up blood, violet energy flickering out.
He held me up by my shirt. "It seems like you're not strong enough."
"Who… are you?" I groaned.
Dark Don just smiled cruelly. "Well, I—"
Before Dark Don could even finish his dumb flex, the room exploded —
BOOM!!
The blast slammed us both in opposite directions. I crashed hard into the cafeteria wall, stars buzzing, violet energy flickering all over me.
As the dust settled, a voice cut through the chaos, loud and proud:
"WE GOT 'EM, DON!"
Archie strutted forward, fire crackling all around him like he owned the place. Behind him? The whole squad, no cap: Olsen, Prince, Demaurion, Ella, and Mr. Bassi holding it down.
But wait — the cavalry wasn't done rolling in.
Right behind them, more Element Heroes and cops flooded the scene.
Cementos — the Cement Bull Hero, looking like a living wrecking ball with cracks all over his stone-hard face but still standing tall.
Lila, the Shark Water Hero, flexing her fins, water swirling fiercely around her fists like a tsunami ready to smash.
Smite, the Hyena Smoke Hero, teeth bared in a wild, wicked grin, smoke swirling sinisterly from his claws.
Plus Gorilla Bomb Hero—named Titus, bombs recharging with a dangerous gleam—and Panther Sound Hero Nyx, claws glowing with that electric vibe.
All of them, cops and heroes and my ride-or-die crew, lined up like a freakin' fortress.
"ALRIGHT, DARK DON!" Demaurion yelled, water spiraling off his arms like he was about to flood the place. "TIME TO SURRENDER, BECAUSE WE CAUGHT YOUR ASS LACKING!"
Dark Don rose from the rubble like a nightmare, wings spreading wide. His eyes flared brighter, pure menace.
My friends? They barely had their powers down, energy all shaky, forms wobbling like they hadn't slept in a week. But guess what? They stood tall. Braver than anyone had a right to be.
Mr. Bassi stepped up front, fists tight, breathing heavy. "Time to kick some lunar butt…"
Dark Don tilted his head back and laughed — full-on crazy.
"HAHAHAHAHA! All of you against me? ISN'T THIS PHENOMENAL!? I'd love to see you little fatuous citizens even TRY to compete with ME!"
He swiped his arm like he was swatting flies — and a tsunami of white lunar energy exploded out, blasting everyone back like they were paper dolls.
Then — chains. Thick, glowing dark purple chains snapping outta nowhere, wrapping around me, Olsen, Prince, Demaurion, and Archie. Clamped tight, sparking with lunar power.
Nyx, Lila, Smite, and the rest were still struggling, trying to break free but nah — useless.
I flapped my wings, tail blazing red-hot with rage. "LET US GO!"
Dark Don? Not even phased.
Then out of nowhere — a scroll dropped from the ceiling, landing right at his feet like a freakin' boss summon.
He bent down, picked it up, flicked it open, and smirked hard.
"Well, well, well… Guess now's the time… You better get started, little hero."
"LET US GO!" I yelled, violet sparks crackling uselessly.
"Oh, I will," Dark Don said, grin slicing the air.
Snap — he cracked his fingers.
A swirling black hole ripped open in the cafeteria's center — pure lunar darkness, purple energy and shadow winds whipping everything inside.
"DON, NO!" Mr. Bassi shouted, reaching for me.
The hole grew, roaring, shaking the whole damn school.
I grabbed the stair handrail, wings flapping madly, trying to resist.
Dark Don just strolled over like he was on a casual walk.
"You've got a job to do, buddy." His eyes cut narrow. "Now GO!"
He flicked his finger.
The shockwave hit me square in the chest.
I lost my grip.
"NOOO!" I screamed, reaching out as the black hole swallowed me whole, everything fading into purple and black.
My alarm did not go off.
Of course it didn't.
I launched outta bed like I was late for saving the universe. Spoiler: I was just late for middle school. Equally dangerous, honestly.
Red hoodie? Crumpled on the floor like a defeated Pokémon.
Jeans? Halfway inside out.
Hair? Looking like I lost a fight with a ceiling fan.
Me? Glorious disaster.
I slapped on my clothes, shoved a half-eaten granola bar in my mouth, and bolted out the door like I was being chased by regret.
The sky was doing its golden-purple glow thing—sun barely up, air all crisp and perfect. And for once? No evil portals. No sky lasers. No dramatic boss music. Just… peace.
I hit the sidewalk and jogged toward school—well, tried to.
"YO, DON! THAT YOU?"
I looked over and saw Old Man Vek chilling on his porch, squinting over his daily newspaper, which had absolutely nothing to do with me, by the way. Looked like it had a huge headline about some squirrels taking over a bird feeder.
"Morning, Mr. Vek!" I called out, already speed-walking like my life depended on it.
"You're runnin' late again, huh?" he said, sipping a mug of something suspiciously green. "You know what happened the last time you skipped breakfast—you tried to fight a fire hydrant."
"ONE TIME, Mr. Vek! ONE TIME!" I shouted back, wheezing.
He cackled so hard he nearly dropped his mug.
"Watch out for those hydrants, kid!" he called after me. "They've got teeth!"
I waved as I turned the corner, smiling even though I was already feeling the panic start to bubble.
As I passed the playground, chaos erupted.
A bunch of little kids spotted me from behind the fence like they were spotting Bigfoot in sneakers.
"IT'S DON!"
"THE GUY WHO ACCIDENTALLY FLEW INTO A TREE LAST MONTH!"
"HE'S GOT POWERS!!!"
I spun around, grinning, and struck a superhero pose. "Still just Don. My only superpower is being fashionably late."
"CAN YOU FLY?!"
"Nope! But I can trip with dramatic flair!"
They cracked up like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. Honestly? I was kinda proud of that one.
Then came the rest of the walk. I passed Mrs. Lenu, sweeping outside her corner shop like she was about to start breakdancing with the broom.
"Morning, Don," she said, not even looking up. "You're running."
"Gotta hustle or I'll be toast!"
She smirked. "Well, don't burn yourself."
I gave her a little salute, then promptly tripped on a pebble. Smooth.
By now, people were peeking out their windows, giving me little nods, waves, and "there goes that boy again" kind of looks. Cars honked—not in an angry way, but in that "you got this!" way.
Mr. Nibbs, the ice cream guy, tossed me a frozen pop. I caught it without stopping.
"You're gonna need the energy, hero boy!" he laughed.
I turned down another block—and that's when I saw Jax the mailman absolutely getting wrecked by two rogue delivery bots going full Terminator. One was flailing around with a barcode scanner like it was a sword. The other looked like it was about to explode over a misdelivered envelope.
"JAX!" I yelled, already channeling a soft purple glow into my hands.
In five seconds flat, I zapped one bot into standby mode, then tripped the other one with a banana peel I'd completely forgotten was in my pocket. Don't ask why. It's Don logic.
"You good?" I asked as I helped Jax up.
He blinked. "Did you just throw a fruit-based projectile?"
"Strategic potassium-based takedown. Totally intentional."
"…You're late for school again, aren't you?"
I checked the time on my phone—and my heart dropped.
"8:27?! BRO I'M GONNA GET DETENTION FOR ETERNITY."
And then I screamed.
Like, loud. Birds flew out of trees. Someone across the street dropped a smoothie. I was full Gremlin Mode.
I booked it. Hard. Backpack flapping, sneakers skidding, frozen pop still in my mouth like a champion.
As I darted across town, Old Man Vek shouted from three blocks back:
"RUN LIKE THE WIND, YOU LITTLE ELEMENTAL WEIRDO!"
And that, my friend, is how my morning started. No prophecies. No shadowy figures. No ancient secrets.
Just a red hoodie, a late kid, and a whole town that somehow still loved me even when I tripped over my own shoelace.
A Few Minutes Later
I was sprinting through the school hallways like my life depended on it. Because honestly? It kinda did.
Name's Lens Don the Celestianite. I'm 12, I've got dragon traits, and I'm part of the Celestianite Race—which totally explains the horns, wings, and all that sparkle. But before we dive into the wildness that happened today, lemme give you the lowdown on me.
So yeah. Twelve. I've got crystallized purple horns, shiny crystal wings with weirdly fluffy scales, and a long violet tail with white stripes and jagged spikes. Thanks to Cosmonimbous (don't ask me to spell that twice), my scales are crystal-y but soft. Kinda like armored marshmallows. The rest of me? Just your average Black kid with a buzz cut, rockin' a red hoodie, blue jeans, and black-and-red Nike Skechers.
I live in Avangard—this crazy fantasy world that happened after the continents mashed together and the planet went full RPG mode. Now we've got Elements. Everyone's born with one. Mine? Celestial. A rare light-purple energy that basically lets me do anime-level nonsense. If I collect all nine Power Gems, I get even more cracked.
My dream? Be a hero. A real Hero of Avangard. I wanna be famous. I used to be the background NPC—awkward, loud, confident for no reason. Still kinda am. That "confidence" backfires a lot. Like, embarrassing-volleyball-game levels of backfire. Life = certified wreck.
People clown me all the time. Say I'm weak, say I can't fight. It sucks. I don't even want attention anymore—but I do. You feel me? I wanna be more. Not just loud. Not just weird. I wanna be worthy.
Anyway. Back to the chaos.
The school was lit—literally. Sunlight blazed through the windows, lighting up cream-colored walls and white ceilings. No lights on. Still buzzing with Elemental madness.
I booked it through packed hallways. I had to leap over Emely's icy hallway river. "Watch it, Ice Bird!"
"Sorry!" she shouted, already melting it. (Love that girl. Ice Element. Hyper as hell.)
Then—fireballs. Great. Archie again. I flared my wings, dodged hard, and smacked one with my tail.
"Fifth time this week!" Archie yelled.
"Just shut it, hot pot!" I snapped. Dude thrives on chaos.
Vines next. Lonnie Mae was just vibing, chucking forest magic for fun. I ninja'd over thorns and slid under branches.
Then—PRINCE. Zoomed by in lightning form.
"PRINCE! NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS!" the principal roared.
What did he do? Flew.
"NO FLYING EITHER!"
Classic.
I ducked Olsen's rock pillars, dodged Keyler's sticky webs, and passed Ella being totally unbothered. Room 101 ahead—I SLID in like an action hero.
Everyone. Was. Already. There.
EVERY KID I RAN PAST.
I froze. Brain: error 404.
Mr. Bassi, (the 24 year old man who wore a white shirt and green pants rocking a crew cut) gave me that disappointed teacher smirk. "You're late."
"Uhm, technically I got here in one second so I'm not that—"
"You're lucky it wasn't two or that would've been detention. Sit."
I dropped into my front-row seat. He was the teacher that was half man, half bull, he had two bull horns on the top of his head, poking out from his hair. This was supposed to be history class. Keyword: supposed.
Mr. Bassi turned to the board and just… stood there. Awkward silence.
"Sooo… aren't you gonna teach us?" Mason asked.
Bassi blinked. "Wait. This is history?"
Whole class: Facepalm.
"DUDE. You're the teacher. Just do your job!"
He sighed. "Look, I'm a math teacher, okay? History ain't my thing. Should we talk about the Civil War or—"
"THE HISTORY OF AVANGARD!" we all yelled.
"Right! That! Totally knew that." He scrambled to his desk, grabbed a chunky book, and flipped it open.
"Alright. Let's talk about the CL War."
He cleared his throat. "Ten thousand years ago, the CL War began. It all started with an ancient artifact called the Lost Key, hidden by a Celestianite to keep it away from the Lunaranites—an evil tribe that wanted to conquer Avangard. Their leader, Dreadixz, declared war, hungry for total control.
The Celestianites and Lunaranites battled for years. The Lunaranites were stronger, had more troops, and crushed us in most fights. Celestianites—dragon-like beings with Elemental powers—had Light, Astral, and Celestial Elements. Vigilzante had Celestial. Most looked feathered or scaly, but they were all powerful… Most of them had hard scales, and many of them looked feathered, even though that was just an appearance. Their horns were circular, feathered halos, and they were primarily white, gold, and yellow. These dragons fought for peace and freedom.
The Lunaranites, on the other hand, were mostly black and purple—that was the extent of their color. They had long, curved horns that were either violet or black, and their scales were sharp and dangerous. They were the kind of dragons that sought power and destruction, craving control over the land. They viewed those around them as mere pawns, using everyone as slaves.
They became an army when Dreadix declared his speech:
"YOU WANT POWER? YOU WANT FULL CONTROL?! DO YOU WANT REVENGE ON YOUR ENEMIES?! DO YOU WANT THE WORLD TO CHANGE?! WELL, FOLLOW ME! AS YOUR NEW LEADER, DREADIXZ THE SHADOW LORD! AND IF YOU DO, YOU WILL GAIN THE FREE WILL TO TAKE THIS WRETCHED NATION!"
After their final war, their leader, Vigilzante, fell to Dreadixz. Before his death, however, he wrote a poem, which was passed on as a prophecy:
"Five must find the Lost Key, then the one who defeats at least 11 beasts, including Dreadixz, shall be the chosen Celestianite Leader."
There's a hidden message in the first part of the prophecy for one of the five Chosen Ones, and they must fulfill it as they go in search of the Lost Key. Suddenly, the intercom blasted loud and sharp:
"ATTENTION STUDENTS! SOME DARK SHADOW-LIKE BALL IS FLYING AT US AT MAX SPEED! MAKE SURE YOU EVACUATE THE SCHOOL QUICKLY!"
I jolted up from my desk. "What the heck?! What's going on?!"
Everyone scrambled, full panic mode. Mr. Bassi sprinted to the windows. The yellow sun dimmed. The sky swirled deep purple, thunderclouds crackling. Wind howled so hard it rattled the whole building.
Mr. Bassi's face went white. "Oh, crap."
He slammed the shutters down. "EVERYBODY OUT NOW!"
I ran after the others—
BOOM!
The roof exploded. White lunar energy blasted me across the room like a piece of paper. I slid across desks, coughed through dust.
When I looked up—
He was there.
Same height. Purple hoodie. White wings glowing sharp. Tail flicking with purple scales. Purple-glow eyes locked on me like he owned the place.
He pointed. "You… One of the Five Chosen Ones. Confident. Relentless. That's why I'm here."
Celestial energy flickered around me. "WHO ARE YOU?!"
He stepped closer. "Dark Don."
His fist hit my face. I flew through the bookshelf. But not this time—
Light violet Celestial energy flared off me. My arms lit up with crackling violet lightning.
I pushed back, blocking his next punch mid-air, shoving him back with a burst of violet power. My eyes glowed light violet.
I threw a punch, catching him in the jaw. Dark Don skidded back. My energy exploded again—I was holding my own!
For about five seconds.
He smirked, vanished in a flash-step, and slammed his knee into my gut. My breath left my lungs. He hurled me straight into the hallway.
Still sparking violet, I charged again. We traded blows—Celestial violet versus Lunar white.
Then he caught me with a lunar blast that sent me straight through the hallway wall, crashing into the cafeteria.
That's when the cavalry showed up.
The side doors slammed open—
Iris Town PD and Emergency Element Heroes stormed in.
One Hero with Cement Element and Bull Traits: stone horns, brick-textured skin, heavy armor fists.Another with Sound Element, Panther Traits: black fur along his arms, pointed ears, sonic claws flashing.A Smoke Element Hero with Hyena Traits: smoky tail, sharp teeth, laugh echoing through the fog.A Bomb Element Hero with Gorilla Traits: arms glowing red, thick gray fur, bombs charged in each hand.And a Water Element Hero with Shark Traits: gills on her neck, fins on her elbows, sharp shark teeth flashing.
The cafeteria filled with blue and red lights flashing outside—sirens, helicopters hovering.
"FREEZE! HANDS UP!" Bull Cop shouted, stomping the ground, concrete spikes shooting up.
Dark Don glanced over, casual, holding his sword by his side. "More pests."
While still walking toward me, still pressuring me, he lifted his free hand—
Lunar pulse.
The Bull Cop charged, horns down. Lunar sword slash—cut through the cement spikes like nothing. Bull Cop caught a lunar punch straight to the jaw, got launched into the wall.
The Sound Panther Hero roared, claws slashing sonic blasts.
Dark Don flicked his sword, deflecting them with ease. Then he backhanded Panther Hero into a table mid-roar.
Smoke Hyena dropped a mist bomb. Gorilla Bomb Hero hurled two red-glowing charges.
Didn't matter. Lunar step—teleport again. One white lunar slash and both bombs exploded mid-air.
Shark Hero tried to catch him off-guard with a tidal blast. Dark Don side-stepped, grabbed her arm mid-move, and slammed her through the cafeteria floor, leaving a crater.
While all that was happening—he still had me by the collar.
I swung a weak violet punch—he caught my arm mid-air, squeezing until I could barely breathe.
"It's not enough," Dark Don said coldly, dragging me across the floor while cops and heroes dropped around us. "Light violet Celestial energy… you're not ready."
I coughed up blood, violet energy flickering out.
He held me up by my shirt. "It seems like you're not strong enough."
"Who… are you?" I groaned.
Dark Don just smiled cruelly. "Well, I—"
Before Dark Don could even finish his dumb flex, the room exploded —
BOOM!!
The blast slammed us both in opposite directions. I crashed hard into the cafeteria wall, stars buzzing, violet energy flickering all over me.
As the dust settled, a voice cut through the chaos, loud and proud:
"WE GOT 'EM, DON!"
Archie strutted forward, fire crackling all around him like he owned the place. Behind him? The whole squad, no cap: Olsen, Prince, Demaurion, Ella, and Mr. Bassi holding it down.
But wait — the cavalry wasn't done rolling in.
Right behind them, more Element Heroes and cops flooded the scene.
Cementos — the Cement Bull Hero, looking like a living wrecking ball with cracks all over his stone-hard face but still standing tall.
Lila, the Shark Water Hero, flexing her fins, water swirling fiercely around her fists like a tsunami ready to smash.
Smite, the Hyena Smoke Hero, teeth bared in a wild, wicked grin, smoke swirling sinisterly from his claws.
Plus Gorilla Bomb Hero—named Titus, bombs recharging with a dangerous gleam—and Panther Sound Hero Nyx, claws glowing with that electric vibe.
All of them, cops and heroes and my ride-or-die crew, lined up like a freakin' fortress.
"ALRIGHT, DARK DON!" Demaurion yelled, water spiraling off his arms like he was about to flood the place. "TIME TO SURRENDER, BECAUSE WE CAUGHT YOUR ASS LACKING!"
Dark Don rose from the rubble like a nightmare, wings spreading wide. His eyes flared brighter, pure menace.
My friends? They barely had their powers down, energy all shaky, forms wobbling like they hadn't slept in a week. But guess what? They stood tall. Braver than anyone had a right to be.
Mr. Bassi stepped up front, fists tight, breathing heavy. "Time to kick some lunar butt…"
Dark Don tilted his head back and laughed — full-on crazy.
"HAHAHAHAHA! All of you against me? ISN'T THIS PHENOMENAL!? I'd love to see you little fatuous citizens even TRY to compete with ME!"
He swiped his arm like he was swatting flies — and a tsunami of white lunar energy exploded out, blasting everyone back like they were paper dolls.
Then — chains. Thick, glowing dark purple chains snapping outta nowhere, wrapping around me, Olsen, Prince, Demaurion, and Archie. Clamped tight, sparking with lunar power.
Nyx, Lila, Smite, and the rest were still struggling, trying to break free but nah — useless.
I flapped my wings, tail blazing red-hot with rage. "LET US GO!"
Dark Don? Not even phased.
Then out of nowhere — a scroll dropped from the ceiling, landing right at his feet like a freakin' boss summon.
He bent down, picked it up, flicked it open, and smirked hard.
"Well, well, well… Guess now's the time… You better get started, little hero."
"LET US GO!" I yelled, violet sparks crackling uselessly.
"Oh, I will," Dark Don said, grin slicing the air.
Snap — he cracked his fingers.
A swirling black hole ripped open in the cafeteria's center — pure lunar darkness, purple energy and shadow winds whipping everything inside.
"DON, NO!" Mr. Bassi shouted, reaching for me.
The hole grew, roaring, shaking the whole damn school.
I grabbed the stair handrail, wings flapping madly, trying to resist.
Dark Don just strolled over like he was on a casual walk.
"You've got a job to do, buddy." His eyes cut narrow. "Now GO!"
He flicked his finger.
The shockwave hit me square in the chest.
I lost my grip.
"NOOO!" I screamed, reaching out as the black hole swallowed me whole, everything fading into purple and black.
My alarm did not go off.
Of course it didn't.
I launched outta bed like I was late for saving the universe. Spoiler: I was just late for middle school. Equally dangerous, honestly.
Red hoodie? Crumpled on the floor like a defeated Pokémon.
Jeans? Halfway inside out.
Hair? Looking like I lost a fight with a ceiling fan.
Me? Glorious disaster.
I slapped on my clothes, shoved a half-eaten granola bar in my mouth, and bolted out the door like I was being chased by regret.
The sky was doing its golden-purple glow thing—sun barely up, air all crisp and perfect. And for once? No evil portals. No sky lasers. No dramatic boss music. Just… peace.
I hit the sidewalk and jogged toward school—well, tried to.
"YO, DON! THAT YOU?"
I looked over and saw Old Man Vek chilling on his porch, squinting over his daily newspaper, which had absolutely nothing to do with me, by the way. Looked like it had a huge headline about some squirrels taking over a bird feeder.
"Morning, Mr. Vek!" I called out, already speed-walking like my life depended on it.
"You're runnin' late again, huh?" he said, sipping a mug of something suspiciously green. "You know what happened the last time you skipped breakfast—you tried to fight a fire hydrant."
"ONE TIME, Mr. Vek! ONE TIME!" I shouted back, wheezing.
He cackled so hard he nearly dropped his mug.
"Watch out for those hydrants, kid!" he called after me. "They've got teeth!"
I waved as I turned the corner, smiling even though I was already feeling the panic start to bubble.
As I passed the playground, chaos erupted.
A bunch of little kids spotted me from behind the fence like they were spotting Bigfoot in sneakers.
"IT'S DON!"
"THE GUY WHO ACCIDENTALLY FLEW INTO A TREE LAST MONTH!"
"HE'S GOT POWERS!!!"
I spun around, grinning, and struck a superhero pose. "Still just Don. My only superpower is being fashionably late."
"CAN YOU FLY?!"
"Nope! But I can trip with dramatic flair!"
They cracked up like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. Honestly? I was kinda proud of that one.
Then came the rest of the walk. I passed Mrs. Lenu, sweeping outside her corner shop like she was about to start breakdancing with the broom.
"Morning, Don," she said, not even looking up. "You're running."
"Gotta hustle or I'll be toast!"
She smirked. "Well, don't burn yourself."
I gave her a little salute, then promptly tripped on a pebble. Smooth.
By now, people were peeking out their windows, giving me little nods, waves, and "there goes that boy again" kind of looks. Cars honked—not in an angry way, but in that "you got this!" way.
Mr. Nibbs, the ice cream guy, tossed me a frozen pop. I caught it without stopping.
"You're gonna need the energy, hero boy!" he laughed.
I turned down another block—and that's when I saw Jax the mailman absolutely getting wrecked by two rogue delivery bots going full Terminator. One was flailing around with a barcode scanner like it was a sword. The other looked like it was about to explode over a misdelivered envelope.
"JAX!" I yelled, already channeling a soft purple glow into my hands.
In five seconds flat, I zapped one bot into standby mode, then tripped the other one with a banana peel I'd completely forgotten was in my pocket. Don't ask why. It's Don logic.
"You good?" I asked as I helped Jax up.
He blinked. "Did you just throw a fruit-based projectile?"
"Strategic potassium-based takedown. Totally intentional."
"…You're late for school again, aren't you?"
I checked the time on my phone—and my heart dropped.
"8:27?! BRO I'M GONNA GET DETENTION FOR ETERNITY."
And then I screamed.
Like, loud. Birds flew out of trees. Someone across the street dropped a smoothie. I was full Gremlin Mode.
I booked it. Hard. Backpack flapping, sneakers skidding, frozen pop still in my mouth like a champion.
As I darted across town, Old Man Vek shouted from three blocks back:
"RUN LIKE THE WIND, YOU LITTLE ELEMENTAL WEIRDO!"
And that, my friend, is how my morning started. No prophecies. No shadowy figures. No ancient secrets.
Just a red hoodie, a late kid, and a whole town that somehow still loved me even when I tripped over my own shoelace.
A Few Minutes Later
I was sprinting through the school hallways like my life depended on it. Because honestly? It kinda did.
Name's Lens Don the Celestianite. I'm 12, I've got dragon traits, and I'm part of the Celestianite Race—which totally explains the horns, wings, and all that sparkle. But before we dive into the wildness that happened today, lemme give you the lowdown on me.
So yeah. Twelve. I've got crystallized purple horns, shiny crystal wings with weirdly fluffy scales, and a long violet tail with white stripes and jagged spikes. Thanks to Cosmonimbous (don't ask me to spell that twice), my scales are crystal-y but soft. Kinda like armored marshmallows. The rest of me? Just your average Black kid with a buzz cut, rockin' a red hoodie, blue jeans, and black-and-red Nike Skechers.
I live in Avangard—this crazy fantasy world that happened after the continents mashed together and the planet went full RPG mode. Now we've got Elements. Everyone's born with one. Mine? Celestial. A rare light-purple energy that basically lets me do anime-level nonsense. If I collect all nine Power Gems, I get even more cracked.
My dream? Be a hero. A real Hero of Avangard. I wanna be famous. I used to be the background NPC—awkward, loud, confident for no reason. Still kinda am. That "confidence" backfires a lot. Like, embarrassing-volleyball-game levels of backfire. Life = certified wreck.
People clown me all the time. Say I'm weak, say I can't fight. It sucks. I don't even want attention anymore—but I do. You feel me? I wanna be more. Not just loud. Not just weird. I wanna be worthy.
Anyway. Back to the chaos.
The school was lit—literally. Sunlight blazed through the windows, lighting up cream-colored walls and white ceilings. No lights on. Still buzzing with Elemental madness.
I booked it through packed hallways. I had to leap over Emely's icy hallway river. "Watch it, Ice Bird!"
"Sorry!" she shouted, already melting it. (Love that girl. Ice Element. Hyper as hell.)
Then—fireballs. Great. Archie again. I flared my wings, dodged hard, and smacked one with my tail.
"Fifth time this week!" Archie yelled.
"Just shut it, hot pot!" I snapped. Dude thrives on chaos.
Vines next. Lonnie Mae was just vibing, chucking forest magic for fun. I ninja'd over thorns and slid under branches.
Then—PRINCE. Zoomed by in lightning form.
"PRINCE! NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS!" the principal roared.
What did he do? Flew.
"NO FLYING EITHER!"
Classic.
I ducked Olsen's rock pillars, dodged Keyler's sticky webs, and passed Ella being totally unbothered. Room 101 ahead—I SLID in like an action hero.
Everyone. Was. Already. There.
EVERY KID I RAN PAST.
I froze. Brain: error 404.
Mr. Bassi, (the 24 year old man who wore a white shirt and green pants rocking a crew cut) gave me that disappointed teacher smirk. "You're late."
"Uhm, technically I got here in one second so I'm not that—"
"You're lucky it wasn't two or that would've been detention. Sit."
I dropped into my front-row seat. He was the teacher that was half man, half bull, he had two bull horns on the top of his head, poking out from his hair. This was supposed to be history class. Keyword: supposed.
Mr. Bassi turned to the board and just… stood there. Awkward silence.
"Sooo… aren't you gonna teach us?" Mason asked.
Bassi blinked. "Wait. This is history?"
Whole class: Facepalm.
"DUDE. You're the teacher. Just do your job!"
He sighed. "Look, I'm a math teacher, okay? History ain't my thing. Should we talk about the Civil War or—"
"THE HISTORY OF AVANGARD!" we all yelled.
"Right! That! Totally knew that." He scrambled to his desk, grabbed a chunky book, and flipped it open.
"Alright. Let's talk about the CL War."
He cleared his throat. "Ten thousand years ago, the CL War began. It all started with an ancient artifact called the Lost Key, hidden by a Celestianite to keep it away from the Lunaranites—an evil tribe that wanted to conquer Avangard. Their leader, Dreadixz, declared war, hungry for total control.
The Celestianites and Lunaranites battled for years. The Lunaranites were stronger, had more troops, and crushed us in most fights. Celestianites—dragon-like beings with Elemental powers—had Light, Astral, and Celestial Elements. Vigilzante had Celestial. Most looked feathered or scaly, but they were all powerful… Most of them had hard scales, and many of them looked feathered, even though that was just an appearance. Their horns were circular, feathered halos, and they were primarily white, gold, and yellow. These dragons fought for peace and freedom.
The Lunaranites, on the other hand, were mostly black and purple—that was the extent of their color. They had long, curved horns that were either violet or black, and their scales were sharp and dangerous. They were the kind of dragons that sought power and destruction, craving control over the land. They viewed those around them as mere pawns, using everyone as slaves.
They became an army when Dreadix declared his speech:
"YOU WANT POWER? YOU WANT FULL CONTROL?! DO YOU WANT REVENGE ON YOUR ENEMIES?! DO YOU WANT THE WORLD TO CHANGE?! WELL, FOLLOW ME! AS YOUR NEW LEADER, DREADIXZ THE SHADOW LORD! AND IF YOU DO, YOU WILL GAIN THE FREE WILL TO TAKE THIS WRETCHED NATION!"
After their final war, their leader, Vigilzante, fell to Dreadixz. Before his death, however, he wrote a poem, which was passed on as a prophecy:
"Five must find the Lost Key, then the one who defeats at least 11 beasts, including Dreadixz, shall be the chosen Celestianite Leader."
There's a hidden message in the first part of the prophecy for one of the five Chosen Ones, and they must fulfill it as they go in search of the Lost Key. Suddenly, the intercom blasted loud and sharp:
"ATTENTION STUDENTS! SOME DARK SHADOW-LIKE BALL IS FLYING AT US AT MAX SPEED! MAKE SURE YOU EVACUATE THE SCHOOL QUICKLY!"
I jolted up from my desk. "What the heck?! What's going on?!"
Everyone scrambled, full panic mode. Mr. Bassi sprinted to the windows. The yellow sun dimmed. The sky swirled deep purple, thunderclouds crackling. Wind howled so hard it rattled the whole building.
Mr. Bassi's face went white. "Oh, crap."
He slammed the shutters down. "EVERYBODY OUT NOW!"
I ran after the others—
BOOM!
The roof exploded. White lunar energy blasted me across the room like a piece of paper. I slid across desks, coughed through dust.
When I looked up—
He was there.
Same height. Purple hoodie. White wings glowing sharp. Tail flicking with purple scales. Purple-glow eyes locked on me like he owned the place.
He pointed. "You… One of the Five Chosen Ones. Confident. Relentless. That's why I'm here."
Celestial energy flickered around me. "WHO ARE YOU?!"
He stepped closer. "Dark Don."
His fist hit my face. I flew through the bookshelf. But not this time—
Light violet Celestial energy flared off me. My arms lit up with crackling violet lightning.
I pushed back, blocking his next punch mid-air, shoving him back with a burst of violet power. My eyes glowed light violet.
I threw a punch, catching him in the jaw. Dark Don skidded back. My energy exploded again—I was holding my own!
For about five seconds.
He smirked, vanished in a flash-step, and slammed his knee into my gut. My breath left my lungs. He hurled me straight into the hallway.
Still sparking violet, I charged again. We traded blows—Celestial violet versus Lunar white.
Then he caught me with a lunar blast that sent me straight through the hallway wall, crashing into the cafeteria.
That's when the cavalry showed up.
The side doors slammed open—
Iris Town PD and Emergency Element Heroes stormed in.
One Hero with Cement Element and Bull Traits: stone horns, brick-textured skin, heavy armor fists.
Another with Sound Element, Panther Traits: black fur along his arms, pointed ears, sonic claws flashing.
A Smoke Element Hero with Hyena Traits: smoky tail, sharp teeth, laugh echoing through the fog.
A Bomb Element Hero with Gorilla Traits: arms glowing red, thick gray fur, bombs charged in each hand
.And a Water Element Hero with Shark Traits: gills on her neck, fins on her elbows, sharp shark teeth flashing.
The cafeteria filled with blue and red lights flashing outside—sirens, helicopters hovering.
"FREEZE! HANDS UP!" Bull Cop shouted, stomping the ground, concrete spikes shooting up.
Dark Don glanced over, casual, holding his sword by his side. "More pests."
While still walking toward me, still pressuring me, he lifted his free hand—
Lunar pulse.
The Bull Cop charged, horns down. Lunar sword slash—cut through the cement spikes like nothing. Bull Cop caught a lunar punch straight to the jaw, got launched into the wall.
The Sound Panther Hero roared, claws slashing sonic blasts.
Dark Don flicked his sword, deflecting them with ease. Then he backhanded Panther Hero into a table mid-roar.
Smoke Hyena dropped a mist bomb. Gorilla Bomb Hero hurled two red-glowing charges.
Didn't matter. Lunar step—teleport again. One white lunar slash and both bombs exploded mid-air.
Shark Hero tried to catch him off-guard with a tidal blast. Dark Don side-stepped, grabbed her arm mid-move, and slammed her through the cafeteria floor, leaving a crater.
While all that was happening—he still had me by the collar.
I swung a weak violet punch—he caught my arm mid-air, squeezing until I could barely breathe.
"It's not enough," Dark Don said coldly, dragging me across the floor while cops and heroes dropped around us. "Light violet Celestial energy… you're not ready."
I coughed up blood, violet energy flickering out.
He held me up by my shirt. "It seems like you're not strong enough."
"Who… are you?" I groaned.
Dark Don just smiled cruelly. "Well, I—"
Before Dark Don could even finish his dumb flex, the room exploded —
BOOM!!
The blast slammed us both in opposite directions. I crashed hard into the cafeteria wall, stars buzzing, violet energy flickering all over me.
As the dust settled, a voice cut through the chaos, loud and proud:
"WE GOT 'EM, DON!"
Archie strutted forward, fire crackling all around him like he owned the place. Behind him? The whole squad, no cap: Olsen, Prince, Demaurion, Ella, and Mr. Bassi holding it down.
But wait — the cavalry wasn't done rolling in.
Right behind them, more Element Heroes and cops flooded the scene.
Cymentos — the Cement Bull Hero, looking like a living wrecking ball with cracks all over his stone-hard face but still standing tall.
Lila, the Shark Water Hero, flexing her fins, water swirling fiercely around her fists like a tsunami ready to smash.
Smite, the Hyena Smoke Hero, teeth bared in a wild, wicked grin, smoke swirling sinisterly from his claws.
Plus Gorilla Bomb Hero—named Titus, bombs recharging with a dangerous gleam—and Panther Sound Hero Nyx, claws glowing with that electric vibe.
All of them, cops and heroes and my ride-or-die crew, lined up like a freakin' fortress.
"ALRIGHT, DARK DON!" Demaurion yelled, water spiraling off his arms like he was about to flood the place. "TIME TO SURRENDER, BECAUSE WE CAUGHT YOUR ASS LACKING!"
Dark Don rose from the rubble like a nightmare, wings spreading wide. His eyes flared brighter, pure menace.
My friends? They barely had their powers down, energy all shaky, forms wobbling like they hadn't slept in a week. But guess what? They stood tall. Braver than anyone had a right to be.
Mr. Bassi stepped up front, fists tight, breathing heavy. "Time to kick some lunar butt…"
Dark Don tilted his head back and laughed — full-on crazy.
"HAHAHAHAHA! All of you against me? ISN'T THIS PHENOMENAL!? I'd love to see you little fatuous citizens even TRY to compete with ME!"
He swiped his arm like he was swatting flies — and a tsunami of white lunar energy exploded out, blasting everyone back like they were paper dolls.
Then — chains. Thick, glowing dark purple chains snapping outta nowhere, wrapping around me, Olsen, Prince, Demaurion, and Archie. Clamped tight, sparking with lunar power.
Nyx, Lila, Smite, and the rest were still struggling, trying to break free but nah — useless.
I flapped my wings, tail blazing red-hot with rage. "LET US GO!"
Dark Don? Not even phased.
Then out of nowhere — a scroll dropped from the ceiling, landing right at his feet like a freakin' boss summon.
He bent down, picked it up, flicked it open, and smirked hard.
"Well, well, well… Guess now's the time… You better get started, little hero."
"LET US GO!" I yelled, violet sparks crackling uselessly.
"Oh, I will," Dark Don said, grin slicing the air.
Snap — he cracked his fingers.
A swirling black hole ripped open in the cafeteria's center — pure lunar darkness, purple energy and shadow winds whipping everything inside.
"DON, NO!" Mr. Bassi shouted, reaching for me.
The hole grew, roaring, shaking the whole damn school.
I grabbed the stair handrail, wings flapping madly, trying to resist.
Dark Don just strolled over like he was on a casual walk.
"You've got a job to do, buddy." His eyes cut narrow. "Now GO!"
He flicked his finger.
The shockwave hit me square in the chest.
I lost my grip.
"NOOO!" I screamed, reaching out as the black hole swallowed me whole, everything fading into purple and black.