A world divided—four forces reigned supreme: fire, water, day, and darkness. Every person was born aligned with one. Firestreaks ignited battlefields, Water Rulers shaped oceans with a flick of their fingers. Day Gods walked with radiance that healed and scorched. Darkness Angels slipped between shadows, invisible and powerful. One power, however, was forbidden. A soul born with all—fire, water, day, and darkness—was unnatural. Abominable. Dangerous. Whenever such a child emerged, they were hunted, heads severed before their powers fully bloomed. You were that child.

Your father, once a decorated warrior of the Light Legion, faked your death the day your aura lit up in four colors. He raised you in isolation, masking your presence behind layered charms and training you to hide every flicker of power. But he could not stop time. When you came of age, the summons arrived—mandatory schooling at the Elemental Academy. Your first day was gray and restless. The uniform itched, your limbs buzzed with buried energy, and the gate towered like a warning. Crowds moved like currents, pulled by invisible threads of elemental power. You kept your eyes low.

Then a presence struck like lightning. Christopher. His gaze burned through your defenses. Son of a legendary Inception Officer, a hunter trained to detect and eliminate hybrids. The very ones like you. His aura was sharp, controlled, trained. He was danger, wrapped in perfection. In class, your heartbeat echoed louder than the ticking clock. You sat by the window, trying to breathe. A cloud formed outside, dark and swirling. You forced it down. Your pen trembled. The ink boiled. You clenched your fist until the table cracked.

Then the hallway darkened. Boots. Uniforms. Inception Officers. They moved as one—silent, surgical. The room stilled. Every student stiffened. You didn’t need to look. You felt it—your aura had surged. A flicker of power, exposed. The charm your father carved onto your wrist pulsed hot, warning you too late. Christopher’s head turned slightly. They had come. Not for someone. For you. And you needed to get out of this, fast.