The Klic Chronicles

The mirror pulsed. Not in a visual way exactly. Not with light or sound. It was more like pressure. Like the moment before a storm

The heat shimmered off the digital sidewalks like a glitch in the sky. Somewhere above, a sky-drone lazily circled, dragging a holographic ad for “Quantum

Aftermath of the Simulation The VR lab was quiet. Almost too quiet. The kind of stillness that followed after something too strange to process had

By the time Klic arrived at school, the usual buzz of Millfield’s floating halls did little to distract him from the strange feeling that lingered

The artificial sun cast a shimmering gold glow across Millfield Elementary, glinting off solar-paneled rooftops and transparent floating message boards. On the front lawn, a

The walls of Classroom C-9 at Millfield Elementary rippled like digital water, shifting colors depending on the mood of the room. Today, they flickered between

Scene 1: Classroom Chaos The bell rang, signaling the start of another school day at Bangor Arcology Middle School. Inside Ms. Hexley’s science classroom, the

Klic the Trickster Klic was twelve years old when he became a certified legend at Millfield Middle School—or, at least, that’s how he saw it.