The door swung open abruptly, and Sharpay burst into the room, her chest heaving as if she had just sprinted a marathon. The panic etched across her features was palpable; her wide, frantic eyes darted around the space as if searching for an unseen threat.
"Shadley, we've got a problem," she gasped, each word tumbling out in breathless urgency.
Shadley sprang to his feet, concern knitting his brows together. The moment he laid eyes on his sister, dread coiled tightly in his stomach. He remembered the last time he had seen that expression—just hours before they had rescued Tracy from the clutches of darkness. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low and steady, betraying none of the anxiety swelling within him.
"I had a vision," Sharpay continued, her voice trembling as she stepped further into the room. With each careful stride, she seemed to draw the gravity of her words closer, as if they were tangible. "It's serious."
"Sharpay," he said, his tone shifting to one of soothing authority. He beckoned her toward the bed, guiding her gently to sit next to Tracy, who looked up in alarm as her friend settled in. As Tracy jumped up, concern clouded her face. She returned moments later with a glass of water, the coolness of the glass contrasting sharply with the heated tension in the room.
"Here, have some water," Tracy offered, her hands trembling slightly as she extended the glass toward Sharpay. Shadley took the glass from her, his movements deliberate as he handed it to his sister. Sharpay drank eagerly, the water refreshing against her parched throat, while Shadley watched closely, an unspoken bond of trust holding them together.
"Now tell me, what did you see?" Shadley prompted, his eyes locked onto Sharpay's, searching for the truth behind her shaken demeanor.
"Hydras," Sharpay declared, the word slithering out like a whispered curse. The air shifted as Tracy and Shadley exchanged knowing glances, the weight of recognition settling heavily on their shoulders. "They're about to attack the school," she added, fear threading through her voice like a chilling specter.
Sharpay's gift allowed her to glimpse the future, though only a few fleeting hours before calamity struck. It was a curse and a blessing, one that had saved Tracy once but now loomed ominously over them all. The urgency of her vision wrapped around them, thickening the atmosphere.
"We've got to inform the squad," Shadley said, determination hardening his features as he pushed away from the bed. He extended a hand to Sharpay, his grip firm yet reassuring, helping her to her feet.
"Where are you guys going?" Tracy questioned, her brow furrowed in confusion, her heart pounding in time with the urgency of the moment. "What are we going to do?"
"To call for a super squad meeting," Shadley replied, his voice steady, exuding a quiet strength.
"Can I come with?" Tracy implored, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and desperation. The question hung in the air, surprising both Shadley and Sharpay. The Super Squad was comprised of the eight most powerful students at the academy, a group steeped in rumors that suggested it should be nine—an empty seat lingering like an unfulfilled promise.
"Perhaps I can be of help," Tracy continued, her tone earnest. "You know I've done a lot of research about Hydras." Her voice wavered, but there was an undeniable spark of determination in her eyes. "Please."
Shadley turned to Sharpay, seeking her approval. She met his gaze, her expression softening into a reluctant nod. "Sure," he agreed, and in an instant, Tracy's face lit up, relief flooding her features as though a heavy burden had been lifted.
The large room was a sanctuary of light, orbs floating lazily in the air, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden table that dominated the center. Stacks of ancient tomes and scrolls were piled high, alongside quills and parchment waiting for the weight of urgent notes. A crystal ball, shimmering with mystical energy, rested at one end, hinting at secrets yet to be unveiled.
The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, each telling the tales of legendary wizards and mystical creatures. Shelves lined the room, filled with jars of rare magical ingredients and artifacts, each a testament to the vast knowledge contained within these walls.
As the members of the Super Squad began to gather around the table, an eerie silence settled over the group, the gravity of the situation palpable.
"So… who is she again?" a dark-haired boy with curly locks asked, his voice cutting through the tension as he stared at Tracy with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.
"Verdon, this is Tracy—the girl we saved on our last mission," Shadley replied, turning to face him, his tone clipped but firm.
"And what is she doing here?" Rebecca snapped, her voice laced with irritation. "I thought we called for a Super Squad meeting."
"She's here to help. She has a lot of knowledge about the Hydras," Shadley retorted, keeping his voice calm in the face of her hostility.
"She doesn't even know her ability yet! How much help can she offer?" Rebecca scoffed, her tone dismissive and condescending.
"Will you guys stop it!" Daisy erupted, her fist crashing onto the table with a force that echoed through the room. The sound reverberated in the charged air, silencing the dissenters. "We are here to deal with a chaos that's probably going to hit the school in a few hours, so let's look for a solution," she commanded, her authoritative voice piercing through the haze of frustration. She fought to keep her gaze steady, trying not to glance at Shadley, aware of the tension simmering just beneath the surface.
Dianne stood quietly, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Only she and Shadley knew about Tracy's hidden potential, and she was resolute in her determination to uncover more—though she wouldn't act until she had managed to undo Alicia's spell.
"So, tell me what we've gathered so far about the Hydras," Daisy prompted, her tone shifting to a more focused urgency as the group prepared for a briefing.
"The Hydra has about nine heads, all connected to one massive body," Verdon began, his voice steady. "Plus, they tend to be a pain because they're resistant to elemental powers."
"Not fire…" Tracy interjected, her voice cutting through the noise with surprising clarity. The group turned to her, astonishment flickering across their faces. They had all assumed she knew nothing, but Shadley had recognized the glimmer of knowledge behind her anxious exterior.
"The Hydra has regenerative heads," she continued, her confidence building as she spoke. "With each head slain, two more grow in its place. The only way to stop the regenerative process is to cut off all of the monster's heads and burn the neck with a sword and fire." Her tone was firm, and she glanced at each of them, her blue eyes shimmering with a hint of gold that betrayed her burgeoning power.
"So… I guess that leaves Verdon out of the plan," Jason joked, a teasing smile creeping onto his face.
"What!" Verdon shouted, annoyance flaring in his eyes.
"He's right, Verdon," Daisy said, her expression serious. "Your water control will only serve as food for the Hydra, making it stronger. We can't afford to let that happen."
"What the f**k!" Verdon exclaimed, his voice a mixture of outrage and disbelief. "So you're saying I'm useless?"
"Not useless…" Dianne interjected, her voice soothing yet firm. "It's just that your powers would only feed the Hydra, and we can't risk making it grow stronger."
"Erin," Daisy called, shifting her attention.
"Yes?" Erin, a brunette with a fiery spark in her eyes, replied, ready to contribute.
"You are the core of this mission. Your ability is fire, and that's the Hydra's weakness. So pay attention," Daisy instructed, her tone brokering no argument.
As they divided responsibilities, the tension began to thrum with a sense of purpose. Shadley and Sharpay's abilities, though not ideal for combat, were valuable in weapon handling—Sharpay excelled in archery, while Shadley was a master swordsman.
"Any questions?" Daisy asked, scanning the room for hesitance.
"Yeah," Tracy said, raising her right hand tentatively. "How do I help?" The room fell silent, surprise rippling through the group at her unexpected query. But before anyone could respond, a loud alarm shattered the tension, its shrill tone echoing ominously, signaling the school of imminent danger.
"How 'bout you keep your ass locked in here? I'm not in for saving someone like you a second time," Daisy snapped harshly as she brushed past Tracy, their shoulders colliding. The words cut deep, and Tracy recoiled slightly, her heart racing in response.
"Ouch…" Rebecca let out a light chuckle, but Shadley shot her a fierce glare, quickly silencing her laughter.
"Everyone, we've got to go!" Dianne yelled, urgency etched into her features as she sprinted out, the others following closely behind.
Shadley stepped closer to Tracy, who stood frozen, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders, grounding her in the whirlwind of chaos. "Don't let her words get to
you. You're stronger than this, and we're going to need you," he reassured her, his voice firm yet gentle.
"Thanks…" Tracy murmured, forcing herself to nod, her voice a whisper caught between fear and determination.
The group dashed into the hallway, adrenaline surging through them like wildfire. Each step felt heavier, the weight of impending danger fueling their resolve. They were more than just friends—they were a unit, bound by a shared mission. And Tracy knew, for better or worse, that she was part of it now.