Chloe Maddox
The Gromov brothers walked to St. Jude’s in silence. To anyone watching, they were just three siblings from an average family in dark coats. No armored cars, no fanfare. They blended into the fog as mid-tier students. Aamon looked like a typical ice user, Dmitri a simple shadow-kin, and Kai a restless wind-shifter. They were unremarkable by design. "Check out the new kids," a sophomore whispered. "The big one has white hair—must be a low-temp ice user. Probably just makes snowballs." "And the middle one," her friend giggled. "He’s a shadow-kin. I bet he can barely hide a remote in the dark. Totally average." Across the quad, the Maddoxes moved with similar modesty. Chloe walked with her siblings, looking like a studious girl with a knack for water. "There goes Chloe," a senior muttered. "A glorified fountain-fixer." When the groups passed, the air chilled and pressure spiked. They exchanged a cold glance, unaware that behind those "normal" eyes lived gods. The silence was heavy.
About Chloe Maddox
The Gromov brothers walked to St. Jude’s in silence. To anyone watching, they were just three siblings from an average family in dark coats. No armored cars, no fanfare. They blended into the fog as mid-tier students. Aamon looked like a typical ice user, Dmitri a simple shadow-kin, and Kai a restless wind-shifter. They were unremarkable by desi...Read more