The academy slept.
The halls of Astraeon were silent.
Moonlight stretched across polished floors.
Inside the boys dorm—
Roach snored loud enough to echo.
Lucien rested, still and composed.
Smoke sat near the window.
Eyes closed—
But not fully asleep.
Trey lay on his back.
Peaceful.
For once.
Then—
A shadow moved.
Outside.
A figure stepped onto the academy wall—
Effortless.
Silent.
She wore a dark cloak.
Face hidden.
"…Target confirmed."
She stepped forward—
And passed through the barrier like it wasn't there.
Inside—
Her form shifted.
The cloak vanished.
A clean academy uniform replaced it.
Dark hair.
Sharp eyes.
Calm expression.
A student.
Perfect.
"…Myla Virex," she whispered.
A faint smirk.
"…Let's begin."
The bells rang.
Students flooded the halls.
Energy everywhere.
And everywhere—
Banners.
Floating. Glowing. Massive.
THE ASTRIAL GAMES – 7 MONTHS REMAINING
Dates burned into the air.
This wasn't just hype.
This was pressure.
Trey walked out, stretching.
"…Yo why the school look like it's hosting the Olympics?"
Roach squinted at a banner.
"…Astrial Games."
Trey blinked.
"…That say seven months."
Lucien adjusted his sleeve.
"…Preparation begins now."
Smoke added quietly—
"…Seven months isn't long."
Trey stared at them.
"…Man, y'all acting like the world ending."
Roach laughed.
"…For some people, it kinda is."
Students gathered in groups.
High-ranking nobles stood at the front.
Confident.
Arrogant.
One of them looked directly at Trey.
"…Still can't believe they let an Aries rank that high."
Another scoffed.
"…Must've been a mistake."
Trey smiled.
"…Yeah, I was surprised too. Guess I'm just better than y'all by accident."
Roach LOST it laughing.
"…BRO—"
The nobles' expressions darkened.
"…You'll be exposed in the Games."
Trey shrugged.
"…Seven months? Y'all got time to get stronger. I'd use it."
A calm voice cut in—
"…Or time to get smarter."
They turned.
Myla stood there.
Calm.
Sharp.
Watching.
"…Name's Myla."
Smoke froze.
"…Myla…?" he muttered.
She smiled.
"…What? You miss me?"
Smoke's eyes hardened.
"…You shouldn't be here."
Trey looked between them.
"…Okay nah, now I KNOW y'all related."
Roach nodded.
"…This definitely family drama."
Myla laughed softly.
"…He's just being dramatic."
She stepped closer.
"…Transfer student."
Smoke didn't budge.
"…You're lying."
Myla tilted her head.
"…Still rude, I see."
Then—
Her eyes locked onto Trey.
Sharp.
Calculating.
"…So you're the one everyone's talking about."
Trey smirked.
"…Man, I'm famous already. I need fans next."
She smiled faintly.
"…You'll get attention. Don't worry."
Later—
Smoke pulled the squad aside.
"…That's my sister."
Silence.
Roach blinked.
"…AIN'T NO WAY—"
Momo and Koko lit up.
"…Oh this is good."
"…We love this."
Lucien frowned.
"…Explain."
Smoke continued—
"…Myla Virex."
"…Scorpio royalty."
"…And dangerous."
Trey crossed his arms.
"…She seemed cool."
Smoke snapped back—
"…She's not."
Trey looked back toward Myla.
Thinking.
Then shrugged.
"…She can join us."
Silence.
Lucien blinked.
"…That's reckless."
Smoke's eyes sharpened.
"…Absolutely not."
Trey smirked.
"…Relax. If she dangerous, we'll just beat her if she try something."
Roach nodded.
"…Yeah that's fair."
Smoke stared at them.
"…You're both idiots."
Trey walked up to her.
"…You tryna train with us?"
Myla paused.
Just slightly.
"…You're inviting me?"
Trey shrugged.
"…Yeah. You seem strong. We need that."
She smiled.
Soft.
Friendly.
Fake.
"…Sure."
From a distance—
Smoke clenched his fist.
"…This is bad…"
🌊 Mia & Trey
Mia watched silently.
"…He trusts too easily…"
But she didn't step in.
Instead—
She walked up beside Trey.
"…If she's on the team…"
"…Then we watch her."
Trey glanced at her.
"…You worried about me again?"
Mia paused.
"…No."
A beat.
"…Just being cautious."
Trey smirked.
"…You care a little."
She looked away.
"…Focus on training."
But she didn't leave.
🌿 Roach & The Twins
Roach sat down again.
Momo and Koko immediately joined him.
"…You always this funny?"
"…Or just around Trey?"
Roach scratched his head.
"…I don't know… I just be talking…"
They smiled.
Soft.
"…We like that."
"…A lot."
Roach laughed.
"…Y'all cool."
They looked at each other.
"…He really doesn't get it."
"…At all."
Now—
Eight of them stood together.
Lucien spoke carefully—
"…If she stays, we adjust."
Smoke stayed silent.
Watching Myla.
Trey clapped his hands.
"…Alright, team meeting over. Let's get stronger."
They moved.
🔥 Trey refining control (clean, sharp, dangerous)
🌊 Mia perfecting precision (watching Trey more than she admits)
🦂 Smoke pushing harder than ever (eyes always on Myla)
🌿 Roach growing stronger (laughing with Trey)
🪞 Momo & Koko syncing flawlessly (and watching Roach 👀)
⚖️ Lucien analyzing everything
🦂 Myla blending in perfectly… learning them
They were becoming powerful.
But they didn't realize—
They just let danger inside.
Far away—
Dark figures stood over a glowing map.
"…Seven months until the Astrial Games."
"…Perfect."
"…We capture him there."
"…Extract his power."
A pause.
"…And if something goes wrong?"
Silence.
"…Myla finishes the job."
Back at the academy—
Sunset painted the sky.
The squad trained together.
Laughing.
Growing.
Trey stood in the center.
Smiling.
Unaware.
Behind him—
Myla watched.
Eyes cold.
"…You invited me in…"
A faint smile.
"…That was your first mistake."