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As a grad student of Marine Biology at the University, Azura was for the most part a normal 23-year-old young woman with good grades and a positive work attitude. But for as long as she could remember, Azura also had a secret dream of becoming a superhero, one she had ever since she was a little girl, with an innate desire to fight crime and look out for the public good.

Jane glanced up at the compressed helium pill nestled between the fingers of her left hand. The little grey capsule was incredibly innocuous-looking, considering just how much compressed gas it contained.

When Jane was captured, the helium pill was the only thing she managed to hold on to undetected; all of her other gear had been unceremoniously stripped away the moment she was subdued. The minuscule capsule, however, was small enough that it was easily overlooked as she kept it secreted in the palm of her hand.

Angelique waved her hands in an arcane manner, and the air in front of her became electrified with raw energy for a few seconds before it fizzled and dissipated. The hand motions alone were hard enough to memorize, and only by repetition could she hope to get them down to muscle memory. As an apprentice sorceress she, like the other students, was only granted access to the most basic spells.

She was still practicing when Cassandra came bouncing in, looking like the cat that just ate the canary. “Hey Angelique! Look what I have!”

“What?” Angelique asked, immediately on guard.

“But why?” the Air Force general seated at the large conference table asked loudly.

The number of incidents occurring worldwide was increasing daily. It started over isolated beaches. Flying saucers dropped down out of the sky, followed by arcs of golden lightning emanating from strange apparatuses mounted on the spaceships’ undersides.