Location: Avalon University – Morning, Day 1 of Classes
The quad was already alive by 7:00 AM.
Drone deliveries buzzed overhead. Rich kids in Gucci joggers carried triple-shot lattes. Professors wore tailored blazers over vintage tees. The entire place smelled like ambition, cologne, and the faint sting of competition.
And at the heart of it all, the Vales moved like myth.
Caelan Vale – First Class: Strategic Psychology
Room 3A, Harrington Hall.
A tiered lecture hall with a domed ceiling and glass-paneled walls that opened to fresh morning air.
Caelan slid into the back row five minutes early—black notebook, single pen, black long-sleeve tee rolled to the elbows. Minimal. Efficient.
Eyes followed him.
The professor did a double-take.
The girl in front of him turned around just to ask, "You lost?"
"No," Caelan replied coolly. "Just observing."
Azra Vale – First Class: Global Politics
Room 5B, Aldridge Hall.
Big energy. Fast opinions. The professor threw questions like knives.
Azra leaned back in her chair, one boot up on the desk leg. Her hair was twisted up in a braided crown. She hadn't taken out a notebook. Not because she didn't care—but because she didn't need one.
"Miss Vale," the professor said, narrowing his eyes, "if you had to solve an energy crisis in two weeks, what's your first move?"
Azra blinked slowly.
"Buy the grid."
The class paused.
"Then sell the solution."
A few gasps. One guy laughed. The professor just nodded once.
"Welcome to Global Politics."
Liora Vale – First Class: Contemporary Performance
Music & Arts Building. Room 2C.
A studio space with grand pianos, soundproof glass walls, and high-end audio tech humming through every panel.
Liora wore a long sweater over a silk top and leggings. Her voice wasn't just soft—it was addictive. When the professor asked who'd like to open the term with a performance, she smiled and walked straight to the mic.
No nerves. No hesitation.
And when she sang—a slow, haunting acoustic version of "Electric" by Alina Baraz—the room froze.
Phones stopped. Conversations died.
Even the professor wiped a tear away as she clapped slowly.
"You're not just in this class. You're going to define it."
System Echo – Campus Influence Shift
Check-In Complete
– Caelan: Dominance Tier 1 (Strategic Edge Established)
– Azra: Dominance Tier 1 (Academic Provocateur)
– Liora: Influence Tier 1 (Social Impact Rising)
Status: "You're not just part of campus culture.
You're rewriting it."
Scene: Lunchtime Social Buzz – East Garden Café
Students crowded around artisan food trucks and iced tea carts.
Caelan sat at a shaded table sketching in a notebook—diagrams no one could understand.
Azra sipped on espresso, sunglasses on, listening to two girls nervously ask if she'd be joining the student council.
Liora leaned on the railing, a halo of admirers surrounding her like sunlight.
"Who are they?"
"Vale siblings."
"Foreign legacy. Total ghosts online."
"All I know is… I want to be invited wherever they go."
Final Scene – Sibling Debrief, Penthouse Suite
Later that night, they kicked back on the penthouse's velvet couches.
A jazz playlist filled the air. Expensive desserts were scattered across the coffee table. They debriefed like generals.
Caelan: "I already have three people watching me like they want to test something."
Azra: "Let them. They'll flunk."
Liora: "I've been invited to three events already. I said yes to all of them. Obviously."
They laughed—deep, knowing, bonded.
And through the massive glass wall, the campus lights shimmered below.
This was their world now.
They weren't just passing through.
They were carving their initials into it.