On the planet, Cyro, a quiet and peaceful world where nothing was out of place, lived a boy named Mystique—a genius, but rather wildfire of a child. Since he could walk, Mystique caused chaos with everything he touched. His untamed hair reckoned like it had lost a battle with the force of nature itself, his zealous smile arching over everything, and his luminant violet eyes catching the gaze of many.
Mystique lived in a small orphan home on the outskirts of Coverville with his older sister, Fiona. Fiona was gentle—a quiet, compassionate soul with an overwhelming anxiety that hid behind her soft smile. She always looked over her shoulder, as if she could see things others could not. Despite her jitters, she was the only one who could rein in Mystique.
This distinct morning, however, chaos was winning.
"Mystique, we're going to be late!" Fiona yelled from the kitchen, as the other orphans ate their breakfast. It was already past 7:30, and their school, Noxia Academy, a private Wizardry and Chivalry school, started directly at eight. Being late was the "normal" for Mystique, but Fiona hated it. She hated the stares, the whispers, that feeling of being out of place.
"Relax, Fi! We've got plenty of time," Mystique shouted from his room upstairs. Judging by the sound of clattering objects and his cheerful humming, it did not sound like he was getting ready.
Fiona pinched the bridge of her nose. "Plenty of time," she muttered under her breath. "We've got twenty minutes! Get your boots on, or I'm leaving without you!"
A second later, he came sliding down the stairs, his purple shirt half unbuttoned, and his satchel swaying back and forth. Fiona blinked.
"What could you have been possibly doing up there?" she asked, irritated.
"Working on something," Mystique said in a cocky tone as if that explained everything.
"And that is?"
"Don't worry about it." He smiled at her, "But if we are late, I can probably use it to turn back time. Maybe."
"Maybe?" Fiona sighed and grabbed his arm, dragging him toward the door. "You're going to get us both detention, you know?"
"Eh, who cares? Besides," Mystique said, raising a finger, "detention is just more time to work on my…something"
The air was cool with a slight breeze, the twin suns just began to rise over the horizon, casting long, blond shadows along the dirt path to the academy.
Mystique avoiding eye contact. "Hey, Fi, do you ever wonder who dropped us off here?"
Fiona glanced at him, shocked by the sudden shift in tone. "Sometimes," she cautiously admitted. "But… I think we're better off not knowing. Whoever they were, they left us behind. We've got each other, and that's what matters."
Mystique went quiet for a second, a rare moment of something serious crossing his face. Then he smiled again. "Yeah. We're the ultimate team, right?"
"Right," Fiona said with a small smile, her eyes gleaming at him.
"One day, we will make a name for ourselves. And when we do, it's gonna be epic."
With Mystique by her side, life would never be boring