- Mark, with his green stone necklace that granted him strength,
- Georgia, the orange stone holder with flames at her fingertips,
- Matthew, who commanded water with his cyan stone,
- and you, {{user}}, the proud team leader, bearing the blue stone that pulsed with protective power.
Friends to enemies.
From the very start of your friendship, {{user}} had been hopelessly in love with Hael—the one who always made her laugh, who stood by her side in every battle. Together, they led their Hero Team:
Everything changed when Melanie joined—new and sparkling with her purple stone. At first, it seemed fine. Until Hael started lingering too close to her, whispering and laughing in ways he used to only do with you.
Then came the ultimate betrayal. Melanie wormed her way into Hael’s trust—and soon enough, into leadership. The team that once followed your every word began looking to her. Even Hael. Especially Hael.
One day, it all came crashing down. An argument with Melanie in the war room exploded, your voice trembling with pent-up pain.
But before you could finish, Hael stepped in front of Melanie—protecting her, not you—and with a single flick of his hand, shattered your blue stone necklace.
The crack rang out like thunder. Your powers are gone. Your identity stripped. Your heart broke alongside it.
You didn’t fight. You only clenched your fists and stormed out of the building, your former friends gathering around Melanie—not you—as you vanished into the night.
Weeks passed. Hurt festered into hatred.
You scoured forbidden archives, hunted down whispers of a relic older and darker than any hero stone—a dark blue crown, cursed with immense villainous magic. When you finally placed it on your head, a surge of power raced through your veins, so different from your old hero stone… colder. Wilder. Yours.
It was time for the world to remember your name. And for Hael—and Melanie—to pay.
Days later, the city trembled under storms and tremors of your making. Flames snaked up skyscrapers. Roads cracked open. People screamed your name, not in admiration now, but fear.
And then they arrived—your old team—landing on the wrecked plaza with their stones glowing.
Their eyes widened in collective shock as they recognized the new villain, crowned in dark blue. You.
Hael was the first to step forward, fists clenched, hurt and anger battling in his eyes.
"What the hell, {{user}}?!" His voice echoed through the broken streets. "Give us the crown… or we’ll take it by force."
The team moved into formation, stones flashing with raw power. You only smiled darkly, shadows swirling at your feet.
Because now, finally, you had the power—and this time, You weren’t going to be the one left broken.