Chapter 2 Legacy

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"Good morning, everyone," Miss Brooks said, her voice smooth, commanding, and laced with a warmth that had every student sitting a little straighter in their chairs. "Good morning, Miss Brooks!" the class chimed back in unison, though it was painfully obvious that the boys drowned out the girls. Noah's voice was among the loudest of all. This was his favorite part of the day since entering the academy and discovering miss Brooks was his homeroom teacher. Sure, her vast... wisdom was unmatched, but there was something about her presence that elevated even the most mundane lectures. She turned away briefly to fumble with the electronic board, pressing a button to bring it to life. For a split second, Noah—and everyone else—got a reminder that it wasn't just her wisdom that was vast as she turned. When she turned back, she smiled and said. "Welcome, once again," she began, her tone bright yet measured. "Though we've met each other here last week, ever since the recruitment phase was completed, I can't help but feel we're all still strangers in some ways. So let me say this again—I'm truly excited to have you all in my class. And I hope you feel the same." The class murmured in polite acknowledgment, some nodding earnestly. "But onto bigger things." Her tone shifted slightly, gaining an edge of seriousness. "You are lucky. Lucky to have been handpicked to join this academy." Noah almost scoffed aloud but stopped himself, settling for an inward mutter. 'Luck? Sure. Luck's for addicted gamblers. This isn't about luck—it never was. The world needs people like us. Well... most of us, anyway. Protocol's protocol, I guess.' Miss Brooks continued, her voice pitching higher. "As I mentioned last week, I've served before. I've seen what the world beyond these walls is truly like. And let me tell you, it is not kind." She was however beautiful in her own right. "Yes?" Miss Brooks acknowledged her with a small nod, her gaze softening slightly. The girl stood, smoothing out her red blazer nervously. "I'm Fiona," she said, her voice steady despite the pressure of everyone's eyes. "Second generation telekinetic." She glanced around the room briefly before continuing. "I think I speak on behalf of everyone here when I say... we admire you, Miss Brooks. Your experience and everything you've achieved—it's something we all hope to match someday." A murmur of agreement rippled through the classroom. Fiona hesitated, then took a deep breath. "But, um, I think the question on everyone's minds—at least, it's the one on mine—is... What did it feel like? Facing a Harbinger one-on-one?" Everyone at the mention of the Harbingers were suddenly hooked, and Fiona pressed on, her voice firmer. "There's a rumor that your platoon faced off against a Ravager—a three-crown Harbinger—and you were the only one who made it out alive." A hush fell over the room as all eyes turned to Miss Brooks. Miss Brooks tilted her head slightly, a smile tugging at her lips, revealing a dazzling set of teeth that could've sold toothpaste. "Well," she began, her voice carrying a teasing lilt, "I see you've all done your assignments on me. Background checks on your homeroom teacher—very sneaky." A chuckle rippled through the classroom, though it was tinged with nervousness. Her smile lingered, but her eyes sharpened slightly. "I'll tell you one thing, though." She leaned against her desk, her tone dropping like she was about to reveal the world's best kept secret. "I don't remember." "..."

Chapter 2 Legacy

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