Typhoon

The rhythmic thud of worn-out trainers hitting rain-slicked pavement echoed in Lily Morgan's ears, a steady beat against the backdrop of her music. Despite the downpour and the frustrating walk home, the tunes were a lifeline, the only good thing about the several kilometers stretching ahead.

She popped her lips along with the song, her gaze drifting towards the dense, dark forest bordering the path. A shiver of wariness traced its way down her spine. Today's classes at Nova High, the school for supernaturals, had been a stark reminder of the dangers lurking within those woods. Not just human threats, but the predatory inhabitants of their hidden world.

Lily, the enigma among creatures, the one student at Nova High who didn't know her species, felt the familiar pang of being an outcast. She knew she was supernatural – her family had known – but the how and the why remained a frustrating blank. Her time at school was split between mandatory human subjects and endless hours in the library, poring over forgotten records in a desperate search for answers.

But the quiet routine of her life was about to be shattered. A high-pitched scream, piercing through her music, yanked Lily from her thoughts and into the heart of the forest. It was the cry of a child, a plea for help she couldn't ignore. Ignoring her fear and the warnings from school, Lily ran towards the sound, a growing sense of determination hardening her resolve.