The world we once knew isn't here anymore.

In fact, I would go on a limb to say that it's a completely different planet at this point. Things naturally change, and even if someone may reach the highest peak of their potential, they won't be able to do anything.

Living through a false hope, we all succumb to fate, which drives the world forwards.

Two.

That's how many times someone tried to change fate, but was unable to. Is our world stronger, or is something else holding us back?

May 17th, 2018.

A meteor crashed from the sky, without any warning. It landed near the village of Casa de Piedra in Argentina, close to water.

Everyone in the village suddenly woke up, terrified, however, none of them was able to step out and see what happened.

Except for one. An elderly man, who recently came back from Greece. He stepped near the crash site, breathing in and out. He crossed his hands, before taking a step closer.

There wasn't any heat surrounding the area, and the destruction was minimal. It was odd.

"Everyone! It's safe!" the man yelled. "This is not a meteor if I've ever seen one," he commented. "Then... what on earth even is that?"

He gulped, extending his arm and walking forwards. Something shined through the shallow surface of the rock.

The old man's eyes shined, as he put the palm of his hand on the rock. His fingers passed through, and he was able to take out the object. It was a shining, golden orb. Sparks were coming out of its centre.

"What the... hell?" he thought, nervously. "There must be some logical explanation to this... calm down," he repeated to himself. "Is this a rare mineral, or..?"

"Oi, Leon!" a voice of a younger man could be heard. Leon turned his head towards the two running towards him. "Get away, it's dangerous!" he raised his voice.

"It's fine. Nothing's happening-" All of a sudden, the orb started expanding, making noise.

"DAD!" The man's voice echoed, as everything went white.

"Wh-" Leon thought, but then his mind went blank.

This particular event was named the "Singularity Discovery". Essentially, Leon Peninta achieved something otherworldly. A power, which allowed him to use fire, water, earth and air to his will. Leon became known as the Elemental Wizard, or as some people would simply call him the Hero of Argentina.

With the little life that Leon had left, he vowed to use his abilities to help everyone in need. Back in Greece, he heard rumours of something like this spreading. He knew about people's opinions on this topic, and how they looked at the entire situation.

As the word spread, scientists quickly took notice of his ability. Scientists became doctors, doctors became lawyers, and soon it was decided that Argentina's law was to be bent in order for Leon Peninta to keep living a normal life, despite his newfound job and ability.

Each time he saved someone or helped with something, he would gain money. It was pretty simple.

This, however, wasn't the only case of these powers appearing in Argentina. The powerful energy emitting from Leon himself caused them to spread like a virus.

Scientists became the people of tomorrow. Those people soon formed a political party, with a mysterious leader, who had a particular interest in these abilities. They called themselves SYSTA, to change the system, in order to fit these special people, treating them both as normal humans, and as someone who they could rely on in order to prevent crime.

These powers were soon named Singularities, since everyone that manifested, was different from the other. There was no Singularity that was the same as someone else's.

Singularities appeared promising. SYSTA soon realized that one day, someone may manifest or direct their Singularity in order to cure incurable illnesses. This would come with a lot of money, and the idea itself was propitious.

People put their trust in SYSTA's promises, giving them enough money to start something else.

As time went on, SYSTA noticed patterns in the manifestation of Singularities in certain age groups.  In 2023, a plethora of 10-year olds substantiated Singularities.

In 2025, a group of 23-year olds, and in 2026, 35-year olds.

With each year, more and more Singularities appeared.

Using these particular patterns, the people and SYSTA came to a conclusion. There was a demand and a need for a special school, in which people with Singularities would be taught normal school subjects, as well as profiled Singularity training.

SYSTA became something more than just a political party. They were known as a massive, absent entity, with an unknown leader, which specialized in Singularities.

However, when there's light, there's dark. SYSTA had an enemy, RISK, which was all against the idea of Singularities in general. They weren't as relevant, so they didn't pose a threat as of now.

It's the middle of the summer break in Argentina. On March 1st, 2028, the Erra Singularity School is opening its doors to the first classes of 15-year olds.

Ali Peninta, the politician of the 50th SYSTA party is sitting on his bed, calling someone on his phone. "Dad..?" he spoke in a monotone voice.

"Woo! Ali!" Leon's voice could be heard through the receiver. Ali moved the phone further away from himself.

"You're so loud..." he muttered.

"Sorry! Sorry! I just saved a kitten!" he added.

"Huh?"

"I burned down a tree and it jumped down, terrified, haha!"

"Sometimes I doubt your position, father. You're so careless..."

"Anyway, why are you calling me?"

"I've been informed by SYSTA that you were to serve as alumni for the first years in Erra, correct?" he asked, rubbing his nose.

"Yep! Milagro called earlier! I'm so excited! This is the first time I'll be showing students every little detail of my Singularity, haha!"

"Mmm..." groaned Ali. "Please don't drown them."

"Don't worry! If they get soaked, I'll just-"

"They're humans, Leon." he raised his voice.

"Haha! Just kidding! I'll make sure that at least nine will make it out alive!"

"I don't like your sarcasm. Make that 49."

"Ooh, 49. An uneven number." Leon commented, sitting down on a chair. "I hate uneven numbers."

"We have 9 students for A, 10 for B and C and 20 for D." he read the info on a paper. "There were 50, but one of them... disappeared? That's all the things I know. Besides, I couldn't stand kids. I have more important things to do."

"Hm, I get that. Guess I won't bother you, then! One more thing, Ali!" he raised his finger. "When is Lievpad coming over?"

"Today, I think. I don't know. That kid just roams around, but I think he's on his way already."

With the sudden advancement of technology and the appearance of Singularities, the railway system in Argentina has been rebuilt. The main station is in Buenos Aires. The rails go down into underground tunnels, which can lead you to practically any place in a short amount of time. These trains are marked with a blue spot on their side.

The other trains, which stop at multiple stations, and are mostly above ground are marked with a red dot.

An olive-haired boy is sitting in one of the blue trains. His headphones are covering his ears, as he's watching something on his phone. It was a video of Leon Peninta, managing to save a falling building in Buenos Aires.

He scrolled, as the next thing he saw was Leon pouring lots of water over a burning house, in the middle of nowhere.

"A hero." noted the boy. "All these scenarios I'm watching are like exemplary things that a hero in a comic would do." he breathed out. "But it's breathtaking. It's different from the ones you'd see in movies."

He scrolled again, as he saw a picture of a dark-haired boy, smiling.

The boy ground his teeth, taking his headphones off and putting his phone back in his pocket. "I wish I was strong like him too."

The train passed through a darker area. There was no one else in the wagon, besides the boy.

Ali Peninta stepped out of his modest condo, closing it with his keys. Ali's house was situated in Buenos Aires, near the main, big train station. He lived on the 7th floor, in a flat.

He fixed his white glasses and breathed out. "What a pain. I wish the old man would just retire already. I'm busy enough as it is." he looked at his phone, just as a train passed by, somewhere nearby. He put it back into his pocket, walking towards the station.

Ali quickly found himself near a crossing. He straightened his tie, sighing. "Another day of sitting around and answering dumb questions from dumb people. I enjoy earning shit tons of money for doing the bare minimum, but at the same time, I wish I had the personality of Leon and work like him." he looked up. "I trust SYSTA, but putting me in charge just because I'm his son? I don't even have a singularity god damn it. And that problem child of mine..." he scratched his nose. "Well. Even the smallest of bugs may prove to be troublesome." the light switched to green, as he marched forwards.

The sun was setting. Leon was standing on a grassy area near his house, looking down at nothing. All of a sudden, he heard the sound of footsteps, coming from nearby. He looked to his right, past the tall grass, as a silhouette appeared from behind.

"I'm here." the boy said, in a monotone voice.

"Lievpad!" Leon exclaimed, running up to him, and giving him a hug. "What took you so long?" he asked, worried.

"I just stood at the station for an hour or two. Really didn't want to come here," answered Lievpad, not showing any emotion on his face.

"Ah." Leon looked away. "Damn it! He's always so brutally honest!" he thought.

"I mean... it's the same thing every year," added Lievpad. "I don't know why you're so happy to see me when I perfectly know that we won't even interact."

"Mmm..." Leon bit his lip. "You know... how hard it is, right?" he asked. "Lievpad, I know Ali isn't giving you the attention you need, but if I could be there for you, I would. Despite my age... I still get up, and I still help people in need. I'm not a hero because I want to be. I need to be one."

"Yeah, you're gonna tell me the same story every single time." Lievpad started walking forwards. "You're gonna tell me how things changed because of you. Because of how amazing YOU are." Lievpad stopped, looking down. "It's tiring."

Leon looked down, clenching his fist, saddened. "Alright, I won't sugarcoat it then."

"You'll make me take care of this farm like every year. You'll want me to sow these seeds because you always forget to do it earlier."

"But... but!" Leon quickly walked up to him, grabbing Lievpad's shoulder. "Look at that tractor! Do you hear those sounds? It's buzzing with energy because you came here! Haha!" he smiled.

"That's just the engine."

"Aah..." Leon looked away for a moment. "But that smile on its front! It's happy to see you! Haha!" he put a thumbs up.

"You painted that last year," added Lievpad.

"You really don't have to go out of your way. Things won't change. You go play hero, while I take care of your farm. Again." Lievpad put his hand on the suitcase, raised it up and walked towards the house.

Leon stayed in the same place, grinding his teeth. "Damn it!" he kicked a metal can that was on the ground. Then, he crouched, putting it back where it was. "I can't allow anger to control my emotions. In fact, I need to find a way to connect to Lievpad. I'm his... grandpa, after all. That's the role I've been assigned." he started walking towards the house. "Besides that, I think I perfectly know why he's angry."