On the school training grounds, Ron called unto Andy and Esthen. He started to power up, because Andy and Esthen didn't know much about powering up, they stood there looking at him stupidly. He had the earth element so he made the ground shake in order to scare them. He threw rock spears and arrows at them. They dogged them all. He did it once more, they dogged again. He got angry and made rock crystals which in the situation caused a tornado. He threw it at them , it mistakenly hurted a girl qho was watching the fight. Andy and Esthen got angry, Andy's hair became violet and his eyes also became red , Esthen's hair started to freeze. Ron got to know they were powering up. Mr Derek their Principal saw it and called them to stop. He knew Ron would have been hurt. As soon as they heard his voice , their powers came down. In the schol siren, The Principal called them. He told them there would be a training
The crowd roared as the fighters stepped into the ring, dust rising beneath their boots like smoke before a storm. I clenched my fists, adrenaline surging. Across from me,Andy cracked his neck and smirked—he lived for this.
"Come on," he growled. "Show me what you've got."
I didn't wait. I lunged forward, fists
The arena pulsed with tension as Andy stepped into the ring, fists clenched, eyes locked on Esthen. She stood calm, composed, her stance loose but lethal. The crowd chanted, but Andy heard only the pounding of his own heart.
"Ready to lose?" Esthen teased, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Andy didn't answer. He charged.
Esthen dodged effortlessly, her movements like wind slipping through cracks. Andy swung again—wild, desperate—but she caught his wrist mid-air and twisted. He dropped to one knee, gasping.
"Too slow," she said, releasing him.
He sprang up, fury igniting his limbs. This time, he feinted left and landed a solid punch to her ribs. Esthen staggered, surprised—but not broken. She retaliated with a spinning kick that knocked Andy flat.
The crowd roared.
Andy wiped blood from his mouth and grinned. "You're holding back."
Esthen's eyes narrowed. "You think so?"
She lunged, faster than before. Their bodies collided, a blur of strikes and counters. Sweat flew. Bones groaned. But neither backed down.
Then, from the shadows, a voice echoed: "Enough."
Both froze.
A cloaked figure stepped forward. "You've proven your strength. Now prove your loyalty."
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flying, each strike fueled by weeks of frustration and grit. Andy blocked the first two, but the third caught him off guard—right in the ribs. He staggered, then retaliated with a spinning kick that grazed my jaw. Pain flared, but I didn't back down.
We traded blows like thunderclaps, each hit echoing through the arena. Sweat dripped into my eyes, blurring the edges of the world. But I saw his stance falter—just for a second. I feinted left, then drove my elbow into his shoulder. He grunted, dropped to one knee.
"Get up!" I shouted. "We're not done!"
Kael looked up, blood on his lip, and smiled. "Now we're talking."
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Sparks Beneath the Surface
The crowd had barely settled when the arena lights dimmed, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The echoes of the last fight still rang in the air—cheers, gasps, and the unmistakable crackle of unleashed power.
But beneath the bravado and battle cries, something else stirred.
Andy sat alone on the bench, his fists still trembling from the match. He had won, technically. But the victory felt hollow. His opponent, a boy named Riven, hadn't just fought with strength—he had fought with desperation.
Esthen approached quietly, her wind affinity calming the air around them. "You okay?" she asked.
Andy nodded, but his eyes betrayed him. "I saw something in him. Like he wasn't just fighting me… he was fighting something inside."
Esthen sat beside him. "We all are."
Across the arena, Mr. Dean watched silently. He had seen this before—elemental power awakening not just strength, but memories, fears, regrets. The Academy taught control, but it couldn't erase the past.
Later that night, Andy wandered the halls and found Riven in the training chamber, striking at shadows. "You fight like you're trying to disappear," Andy said.
Riven paused. "Because sometimes, disappearing feels safer than being seen."
Andy didn't respond. He just stepped forward, summoned a flicker of flame, and held it between them. "Then let's stop hiding."
The flame danced, casting warmth across both their faces. And for the first time, the fight wasn't about winning—it was about healing.
After the Storm
The arena was quiet now. The cheers had faded, the dust had settled, and the adrenaline that once surged through Andy's veins had cooled into a thoughtful hum.
He sat beneath the moonlight on the Academy's rooftop, staring out at the stars. Esthen joined him, her presence gentle, like the breeze that always seemed to follow her.
"You fought well today," she said softly.
Andy shrugged. "I fought hard. But I don't know if that's the same thing."
Esthen leaned back, watching the constellations shift above them. "It's not just about winning. It's about what you learn when you're pushed to the edge."
They sat in silence for a while, the kind that feels like a conversation in itself. Below them, the Academy glowed with quiet energy—students resting, teachers preparing, the world holding its breath for whatever came next.
Riven passed by, nodding at Andy with a look that wasn't quite a smile, but wasn't cold either. A truce, perhaps. Or the beginning of something better.
Andy turned to Esthen. "Do you think we're ready for what's coming?"
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she reached out and took his hand. "We're not alone. That's what makes us ready."
And in that moment, surrounded by stars and silence, Andy believed her.
Final Chapter: The Quiet Victory
The sun dipped low behind the Academy's towers, casting golden light across the training grounds. The echoes of battle had faded, replaced by laughter, quiet conversations, and the soft hum of elemental energy settling into calm.
Andy stood at the edge of the arena, watching the others. Riven trained alone, but his movements were less frantic now—more focused, more free. Esthen joined Andy, her wind gently stirring the leaves around them.
"You know," she said, "fighting isn't always about proving something. Sometimes it's just about showing up. Being seen."
Andy smiled. "And being willing to grow."
They walked back toward the dorms, side by side, the tension of the day melting into the comfort of shared silence. Above them, stars blinked into view—each one a reminder that even in the vast unknown, connection brings light.
And as the Academy settled into night, one truth remained: the real strength wasn't in the fight—it was in the friendships forged through it.