Every now and then—though it was very rare—out of the millions of children born on Aetherion, a few were born different.
These children didn’t seem special at first. They laughed, cried, played, and grew up just like everyone else. No one could tell they were different by looking at them.
But deep inside them, sothing was hidden.
A power. A gift. A strange ability waiting to awaken.
And every ti one of these children was born, the planet reacted.
The air would feel strange. The sky would start to stir.
A sunny day could suddenly turn cold. A snowstorm could disappear without warning. Tornadoes might appear in places that had never seen one before. The ocean might rise and flood the shores even though there was no storm.
People didn’t understand why these things happened.
So thought it was a curse. So said it was just nature acting strange. Others called it a sign from the gods.
Most people on Aetherion believed that only humans existed. They had no idea about anyone else or any other species.
But now and then, soone would co forward with a strange story.
A traveler said he saw a man light a fire with his hands.
A farr claid his neighbor could make plants grow just by speaking.
Others said they saw people disappear into thin air or speak without moving their mouths.
Most people didn’t believe these stories.
They said it was nonsense—like old tales of werewolves, angels, monsters, or dragons.
But even if people didn’t believe the stories, one na kept coming up.
Etherbon.
That was the word people used when they saw sothing strange—when sothing happened that no one could explain.
So thought Etherbon was just a legend.
So thought they were dangerous.
Others believed they were real but hidden.
Even though a few people had spoken about the Etherbon, most didn’t believe them.
The governnt called it nonsense—a conspiracy made up by rival countries to spread fear.
Scientists denied it too, saying, "There’s no proof. It’s not scientific."
And most of the public? They just laughed it off.
"It’s just rumors, like ghosts or fairy tales."
But then, one event changed everything.
It opened the eyes of the entire world.
It happened during a terrible war between two powerful countries—Cremika and Sonchi.
Cremika launched a full attack. Their army crossed the border with tanks, soldiers, and heavy weapons. Cities burned, families fled, and Sonchi’s forces were pushed back every day. It looked like they had no hope.
But then, sothing happened on the battlefield near the city of Banweth.
A man appeared.
No one knew who he was. He wasn’t wearing a uniform. He wasn’t a general. He didn’t carry a flag.
And when he lifted his hands into the air—the sky roared.
A tornado began to form above him.
It started small, spinning around his hands, but quickly grew taller than the clouds. It stretched five kiloters wide, roaring across the battlefield like a living storm.
Tanks were picked up and thrown like toys. Weapons and camps were torn apart. Soldiers ran, but the wind swallowed everything.
In just a few minutes, Cremika’s entire army was gone.
And then... silence.
The tornado vanished.
The wind stopped.
And the man dropped to his knees.
But Sonchi had been saved.
From that day on, the world gave him the na: Tornado King — the protector of Sonchi.
And after that mont, nothing was the sa.
Governnts could no longer pretend the Etherbon were fake.
Behind closed doors, leaders gathered in secret.
Generals held quiet etings.
And every country began searching—they wanted to find their own Tornado King.
Soone who could protect their land, like an Etherbon.
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After the appearance of the Tornado King and the battle that shook the world, everything changed.
Every governnt, large or small, turned its full attention to the mystery of the Etherbon.
But the challenge remained: no one knew exactly when or where an Etherbon would appear.
They couldn’t be detected at birth. Their powers did not show in childhood.
Most grew up like any normal child, playing in the streets, laughing in schools, and living quiet, ordinary lives. Until the mont sothing inside them awakened.
The only clue ca from ancient records—written in scrolls, carved in stone, passed down through secret lines.
Historians, scholars, and priests all studied the signs, and they began to notice a pattern.
In almost every known case throughout history, the Etherbon awakened their abilities around the age of sixteen.
It was not exact. So awakened a little earlier. So a little later. But mostly at the age of sixteen.
With this knowledge, all countries’ governnts acted.
The governnts started building special schools across their countries—places made to find and train the Etherbon.
These schools were kept in quiet and hidden places—valleys far from cities, behind tall mountains, near deep lakes, or even tucked away in secret parts of towns.
Every year, by law, every child who turned sixteen had to take a test.
It didn’t look like much on the outside—just a short test, only a few minutes long. It was done by trained officers and science experts.
But inside the test room, everything was being watched.
They checked the child’s brain, nerves, and heartbeat. They asured body heat and sothing deeper—soul energy, the part of a person that couldn’t be seen but was always there.
Most of the ti, the test showed nothing special.
The child would be told kindly, "You are free to go," and sent ho to live a normal life.
But now and then—sothing happened.
Sothing would shift in the room. A breath would feel heavier. Lights would flicker. The child might glow faintly, or their emotions would suddenly change the air.
That’s when the officers knew.
They had found one.
Another Etherbon.
Those rare children were quickly taken to the Governnt Etherbon School.
They were treated with full care—a place to live, warm als, doctors to help them, private rooms, and clothes made from special fabrics that wouldn’t burn, freeze, or tear from their powers.
Even with all the testing, only a few Etherbon were ever found.
Every year, thousands of teenagers turned sixteen and went to the governnt testing rooms. Most of them walked out with calm faces and happy hearts, ready to go back to normal life.
But once in a while—maybe once or twice in a whole region, or sotis not at all—soone awakened.
As the years went by, each country slowly gathered their own Etherbon.
The Governnt Etherbon Schools, once empty and waiting, beca full of life. Inside tall buildings with wide stairs and glass towers, the chosen ones were trained—not only to control their powers, but to one day protect their country.
So learned how to control water.
So could use fire without getting hurt.
Others ran faster than sound, talked to animals, or controlled gravity.
But no matter what power they had, all Etherbon shared one thing—they were rare. Too rare to build armies. Too rare to replace soldiers. But just enough... to change the balance of the world.
Every major nation now had their own.
Every leader, every general, knew that if war ever returned, it would not be machines that decided victory. It would be them.
The Etherbon.
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As Etherbon testing beca a normal part of life all over Aetherion, almost every nation built schools to train and protect those born with strange and powerful abilities.
But out of all these schools, two beca the most famous. Not just because they were big, or shiny, or had cool uniforms—but because they had the best students, the strongest teachers, and... let’s be honest, the best food too.
One of these top schools was called the School of Harmony, located in the peaceful green hills of Velmora—one of the largest and most powerful countries in all of Aetherion.
Velmora had more people, more land, and—naturally—more Etherbon popping up left and right.
The school was led by a calm and wise Etherbon nad Professor Alaric Wynn. He had telepathy, aning he could hear your thoughts and speak directly into your head. It was great for teaching—and very bad if you were trying to cheat on a test.
But Professor Wynn never used his power to scare or control. Instead, he used it to help, to guide, and to understand the struggles his students faced.
He believed Etherbon shouldn’t be treated as weapons or experints—they should be seen as people.
Even before the world believed in Etherbon, Alaric was already building his team.
First, he found Lira Hale, a shapeshifter who could turn into anyone—or anything. One mont she looked like a teenage girl, the next she was your dog. Her sll, voice, and walk all matched whoever she copied.
Next ca Byron. At first, he seed like a normal guy—smart, quiet, liked books. But one day, soone made him angry during lunch, and boom—he turned into a giant humanoid lion with claws and muscles and enough strength to punch a tank.
When Alaric officially beca principal of the school, the first three students he personally recruited were.
Selan Vale, whose voice could literally shatter stone. If she sneezed indoors, you needed a new ceiling.
Thorn, a quiet boy whose body could adapt to anything. If he was dropped into the ocean, he grew gills and fins. If he flew too high, he grew feathers. Even nuclear blasts couldn’t hurt him. He was basically a walking "nope" to danger.
And Zaven Skye, a hot-headed energy-blaster who could shoot beams from his hands and eyes. He was rebellious, loud, and sohow always found a way to blow up part of the training room, but he was loyal to the core.
Later on, Alaric and Lira’s own daughter, Amira Wynn, joined the school. She had her mother’s shapeshifting and sothing extra—she could see flashes of the near future.
Under Professor Wynn’s calm guidance, this group learned how to control their powers, support each other, and most of all—not burn down the school accidentally.
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While the School of Harmony stood for peace, calm talks, and "let’s all get along," the second great school was a little different.
This one was built in Dravaris, the rival superpower of Velmora. A strong, proud country full of mountains, tal, and people who believed in discipline, strength, and really sharp uniforms.
Their school was called the Ironheart Academy.
No gardens. No birds chirping. Just strong stone walls, steel towers, and the kind of training that made you feel sore just by watching.
The school was led by Marcus Vale. A serious, brave, no-nonsense kind of man who happened to have the power to control tal. Any tal. Anywhere.
He could bend steel bars like spaghetti, lift tanks with a flick of his wrist, and take apart your phone before you even finished your text.
But even with all that power, Marcus wasn’t cruel. He believed in teaching Etherbon how to be strong, how to protect themselves and others. He didn’t smile much, but when he did, people listened. And ran. Mostly ran.
Marcus had built his own team over the years—fighters, thinkers, and a few students who could break a wall just by looking at it wrong.
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