A story made for fun and nothing more.
Transported to a world of heroes, 15-year-old Shira must master her unstable powers, confront haunting trauma, and face an unstoppable evil threatening the city. As she battles to protect a new world that's not...
The wind whipped through Shira's hair as she stood at the edge of a towering cliff, overlooking a sprawling city that seemed both familiar and strange. The skyscrapers below her gleamed in the sunlight, but there were no cars, no streets filled with people. Instead, the air buzzed with hovering vehicles, and far off, she could make out figures leaping from rooftop to rooftop as if gravity had loosened its grip on them. This was the world of *Mha*, a place of powers beyond her imagination.
She flexed her fingers, feeling the strange hum of energy running through her body. It was as if her entire being had been tuned to a different frequency, and her muscles responded quicker than ever. Her kit. The one she had chosen. She could feel its potential, though it was still unfamiliar to her. She hadn't even tried to use her powers yet—too shocked by the reality of her situation.
"What now?" she muttered to herself, scanning the horizon.
No voice answered this time. The booming presence that had guided her into this world had fallen silent. She was truly alone, standing on the edge of the unknown.
Shira closed her eyes, focusing inward. She had selected a small set of powers, each one designed to complement the others. She hadn't gone for brute strength—too risky. Instead, she had chosen balance, hoping that her years of gaming strategy might serve her here.
First, she tested her speed. With a deep breath, she leaned forward and shot off, darting along the cliff's edge like a streak of light. The world blurred around her, wind roaring in her ears, and in a split second, she reached the end of the cliff, stopping on a dime. Her heart raced with exhilaration. Speed—quicker than she'd ever imagined. But that wasn't all.
She held out her hand, focusing her mind on a single thought—*energy projection*. A pale blue light gathered in her palm, swirling with raw power. She let it build for a moment, then hurled it forward.
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The energy blast shot out like a pulse, striking a distant rock formation and disintegrating it in a flash. Shira's eyes widened. The power was... incredible. Dangerous, even. She hadn't expected that much destruction from such a small burst.
"Okay, okay... so I need to be careful with that," she said, shaking her head.
But it wasn't just raw power. She had chosen something else—*reflexes*, enhanced to the point where her mind could process situations in slow motion. That had been the trade-off. Speed, energy, and reflexes—but only those. The rest of the kit options had been left behind in favor of strength in these three areas.
Suddenly, she heard a distant shout, cutting through the wind. Her heart jumped. It was coming from the city below. Instinctively, she bolted toward the sound, her body responding with effortless speed. As she descended the cliffside, moving faster than gravity itself, the landscape below came into sharper focus.
A group of people—no, *fighters*—were locked in combat in the middle of an empty plaza. One figure, clearly a hero by the emblem on his chest, was holding back a massive creature that looked like it was straight out of a nightmare. It towered over him, a grotesque blend of flesh and machine, its metallic limbs sparking as it smashed into the ground with brute force.The hero was struggling. Each time the creature struck, he was forced to dodge, barely avoiding the devastating blows. Others stood nearby, watching—no, not watching—*recording*. Civilians, too afraid to get involved but fascinated by the spectacle.
Shira's mind raced. She had seen this scenario a hundred times in her games. A hero, overwhelmed. A villain, too strong. The choice was clear.
Her body moved before her brain could finish processing. In a blur, she closed the distance, racing toward the creature. Just as it raised its massive arm to strike down the hero again, Shira launched herself into the fray, releasing a concentrated burst of energy at its chest. The blast hit the creature squarely, sending it reeling back with a mechanical screech.
The hero looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. "Who—?"
"No time," Shira interrupted, already in motion. Her reflexes kicked in, and everything slowed. She could see every movement, every shift of the creature's bulky frame as it regained its balance. Another blast. She focused on its right arm, aiming for the joint between flesh and metal. The blue energy tore through it, and the arm fell to the ground with a heavy thud.The creature howled in rage, turning its monstrous head toward her.
*Big mistake*.
With blinding speed, Shira dodged its charge, sliding under its legs and delivering another precise blast to its remaining limb. It collapsed, mechanical parts whirring and sparking as it tried to repair itself.
Shira stood a few feet away, catching her breath. The civilians had stopped recording, now staring in awe. The hero, still recovering, pushed himself up and approached her.
"That was... impressive," he said, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. "Who are you?"Shira hesitated. Who *was* she here? She wasn't a hero, not really. Just a girl thrown into a world she didn't fully understand.
"I'm... Shira," she finally said. "I'm new here."
The hero gave her a long, appraising look. "Well, Shira, I don't know where you came from, but you just saved my skin. You handled that thing like a pro. Are you with the Hero Agency?"Shira shook her head. "No. I'm not... anything, really."
"Could've fooled me," he said with a grin. "But if you're not with anyone, you should be careful. This world isn't kind to freelancers. Especially ones with your kind of power."
Shira frowned. "What do you mean?"
The hero's smile faded. "There's a lot more going on here than what you just saw. That thing? It's nothing compared to what's coming. And people with abilities like yours... they're going to want to use you. One way or another."
A chill ran down Shira's spine. She had barely been in this world for an hour, and already, the weight of its dangers was pressing down on her.
"I can handle myself," she said, though her voice was less certain than she hoped.
The hero nodded, though his eyes still held a hint of doubt. "I'm sure you can. But watch your back. This city... it has a way of eating people alive."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Shira alone amidst the ruins of the battle. The civilians had already scattered, their curiosity satisfied. The wind picked up again, and for a moment, she stood there, watching the sky, wondering just how far this world would push her.
She had chosen her kit. She had chosen her path. Now, she would have to survive it.And somewhere, deep in the distance, the faint echo of the voice that had brought her here seemed to whisper once more:
