The first thing Alex noticed was the sky.

  It wasn’t like Earth’s sky.

  It was darker. Deeper. Almost purple near the horizon. The air felt lighter, but sharper in his lungs.

  Then he saw the buildings.

  Massive structures floated high above the ground, suspended in open air without visible support. Towers of metal and stone rose upward, connected by bridges that seemed too thin to hold their weight. Parts of the academy looked ancient — carved pillars, wide staircases, stone walls worn by time. Other parts looked impossibly advanced — glowing panels, moving platforms, energy lines running across surfaces like veins.

  It was high-tech.

  But old.

  Like two eras had been forced together.

  Students moved across the floating bridges and platforms.

  Most of them were older.

  Twenty-three. Twenty-five. Maybe even older than that.

  They carried themselves differently — confident, disciplined, aware.

  Alex suddenly felt young.

  Small.

  Then he saw her.

  She stood near one of the railing edges, looking up at the largest tower. She looked about his age. Maybe sixteen. Maybe seventeen. Her hair moved slightly in the strange wind of this world. She looked just as out of place as he felt.

  For a second, he thought about walking over.

  Saying something.

  Anything.

  But he stopped.

  He had never really talked to girls before. Not properly. Not casually. His world had been small — his mother, his aunt, Grace. That was it.

  He didn’t know what to say.

  So he stayed where he was.

  Then another student approached the girl.

  He was tall. Confident. His skin was brown, his hair black and neatly styled. His eyes were bright blue, sharp and observant. He moved like someone who belonged here.

  He said something to her.

  The girl blinked, then smiled.

  A small laugh escaped her.

  They started talking easily, naturally.

  Alex felt something strange in his chest.

  Not anger.

  Not jealousy.

  Just distance.

  He thought about walking over.

  But then he remembered why he was here.

  Grace.

  Power.

  Survival.

  This wasn’t school for fun.

  This was survival training.

  He looked away.

  For a brief second, a strange thought crossed his mind.

  Floating towers.

  A secret academy.

  A hidden world.

  He almost smiled.

  It felt like one of the fantasy movies he used to love watching. The kind where a normal boy discovers he belongs somewhere bigger.

  Like Harry Potter.

  But this wasn’t magic.

  This was war.

  A woman approached the group of new students. She looked composed, sharp-eyed, wearing a fitted dark uniform with thin glowing lines along the sleeves.

  “New students,” she said calmly. “Follow me.”

  They walked together across a floating platform that hummed softly beneath their feet. The air shifted slightly as they entered a large circular chamber.

  The room was empty except for chairs arranged in rows.

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  On each chair rested a headset.

  It looked like a VR device, but far more advanced than anything Alex had seen in his world. Smooth metal frame. Thin transparent lenses. No wires.

  “Sit,” the woman instructed.

  Alex hesitated for half a second before sitting down. He picked up the headset. It felt lighter than it looked.

  “Welcome to orientation,” the woman said. “Put them on.”

  He placed the headset over his eye.

  The world disappeared instantly.

  Darkness.

  Then light.

  A battlefield unfolded around him.

  A voice began speaking, calm and deep.

  “Five hundred years ago, in Earth time, there lived a warrior known as Denzel.”

  A tall figure appeared in the distance — armored, powerful, standing between two armies.

  “He was known as the strongest protector of the fractured world. A man who united kingdoms that had been at war for generations.”

  The scene shifted. Cities burned. Shadows moved across the land.

  “Denzel ended the Great Division between kingdoms. He stood as a symbol of unity.”

  The image changed again.

  Denzel walking alone on a road at night.

  A second figure stepping from the shadows.

  “His life ended not in battle, but through betrayal. His closest ally turned against him.”

  A flash of steel.

  Denzel falling to his knees.

  “His death remains one of the greatest mysteries of this world.”

  The scene dissolved.

  Another image formed.

  “Thirty years ago, a boy divided the kingdoms once more, believing power should not belong to unity.”

  The battlefield returned.

  “Three hundred years ago, the last of the great deinos of this world fell in the War of Shadows.”

  A massive creature fought against towering dark forms before collapsing.

  “This world has seen heroes.”

  The voice deepened.

  “And it has seen ruin.”

  The scene faded to black.

  “This is the world you now stand in.”

  Silence followed.

  Then the headset powered down.

  The chamber returned.

  Students slowly removed their devices.

  Alex sat still for a moment.

  His mind felt overloaded.

  Five hundred years.

  War between kingdoms.

  Dinosaurs.

  Betrayal.

  Parallel worlds.

  Nothing felt real.

  He glanced sideways.

  The girl his age was removing her headset slowly, confusion written clearly on her face.

  The brown-skinned student beside her looked thoughtful, calm.

  They leaned toward each other again, whispering.

  Laughing nervously.

  Alex wanted to speak.

  He wanted to say something simple. Ask her what she thought.

  But his throat tightened.

  He had always been serious. Quiet. Focused.

  Even before all of this.

  And now?

  Now the world had split open.

  He looked forward instead.

  This wasn’t about talking.

  This wasn’t about fitting in.

  He was here to become stronger.

  Because if the weakest creature had nearly killed him—

  Then whatever ruled this world would be far worse.

  And he would not face it unprepared