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It was a typical day at the Ghost Zone’s high school. Students changed classes, rushed to turn in last-minute assignments, and passed notes instead of taking them. All in all, just another normal day.
Except for one class.
Unlike human schools, where P.E. stood for Physical Education, here it stood for Power Education.
The school had two gym teachers—siblings, but complete opposites. Inferno, the older brother, had a hot core and the temperament of a drill sergeant. His younger sister, Icy, had a cold core and a much gentler approach.
Despite their differences, they ran a tight class. Icy handled the physical conditioning, making students complete core exercises, calisthenics, and—much to their annoyance—run, not fly, five laps around the massive track. Then Inferno took over, focusing on training their powers. So far, they had only covered the basics, not individualized abilities.
Icy blew her whistle. “Alright, students! Line up! We only have an hour, so let’s get moving! Fifteen minutes of core and calisthenics, then fifteen laps. No complaints—get to it!”
Like humans, the students wore gym clothes to make movement easier. That didn’t stop a few from grumbling, as usual.
“I hate this part,” Kai muttered under his breath. He was the son of Cronos, the Ancient of Death, and Dreama, twin sister to Nocturn—the second Ghost of Dreams. The jackal-like ghost turned to his boyfriend, Empathy, whispering, “Running is pointless when we can float.”
“I know,” Empathy whispered back, shifting his wings uncomfortably. “I have to retract them just to do the exercises, and they always ache after.”
“Better keep it down,” their friend Danny warned in a hushed voice. “Icy doesn’t like talking during her half of class, and you know how sharp her hearing is.”
Both ghosts groaned but followed instructions, finishing the physical portion before lining up for power training. That was when Inferno took over, ensuring no one had fun.
Kai stood across from Danny, ready for target practice. Behind Danny, however, stood Johnny 13, ever the troublemaker. With a smirk, Johnny’s shadow shot out, grabbing Danny’s ankle. The sudden attack startled him, and before he could stop it, his Ghostly Wail erupted.
The powerful blast hit Kai at full force.
He flew backward, slamming into the wall.
The world spun. Everything was muffled.
Danny ran to his side, horror written all over his face. “Kai! I’m so sorry—are you okay?”
Inferno yanked Johnny aside, barking about detention, while Icy knelt beside Kai. When he groaned and pushed himself up, Danny exhaled in relief—until he saw the confused look on Kai’s face.
Kai blinked at him. “What?” His voice was too loud. “What are you trying to say? I can’t hear you.”
Danny’s stomach dropped. “Oh, Ancients… Kai, can you hear anything at all?”
Kai frowned. “There’s… a ringing. I can barely hear that I’m talking.”
Danny called over the school nurse, who immediately tested Kai’s hearing with a tuning fork. Her expression darkened. “I need to call your parents and the hospital. Danny, stay with him.”
That’s when Danny realized how bad this really was. If the nurse was calling the hospital, this wasn’t just a temporary injury. His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone. Should he call his parents too? After a pause, the nurse nodded.
Danny quickly dialed home, giving his parents a rushed explanation. As he waited for them to arrive, he ran a hand through his long, snow-white hair, guilt gnawing at him. Kai was the son of an Ancient—what would his father do to him if Kai’s hearing was permanently lost?
At the hospital, both the Graves and the Masters families waited anxiously. The doctors ran test after test before finally delivering their verdict.
“I’m afraid the damage is permanent,” one of them said gravely. “Even repairing the eardrums won’t fully restore his hearing.”
Danny’s breath hitched. He’d already felt guilty, but hearing it confirmed made it worse.
Kai’s mother, Dreama, noticed immediately. She placed a gentle hand over his. “Danny, we don’t blame you for this. Icy explained what happened—you didn’t do this on purpose. Don’t blame yourself, alright? This is not your fault.”
Danny swallowed hard. “Thank you, Mrs. Graves. Still… what can we do?”
Her deep blue eyes shifted toward Vlad and Mag Masters. “I believe they might have a solution.”
Magdalene nodded. “Thank you for your understanding. Vlad, darling, go ahead.”
Vlad took a deep breath. “We’ve recently developed an improved version of a cochlear implant—a device used for those who are profoundly deaf or hard of hearing. However, given ghost physiology differs from humans, I worked with the Ghost Zone’s research branch to modify it for spectral use. Due to our family’s hybrid nature, developing medical technology that works for both humans and ghosts seemed like a worthy investment.”
Dreama’s eyes sharpened. “Are you saying you have a way to restore our son’s hearing?”
“Not fully,” Vlad admitted. “But with our enhancements, he’ll be able to perceive sound again—better than standard implants allow. He’ll be able to hear speech and music more clearly. However, it won’t be a complete restoration.”
Cronos, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “You seem hesitant. What aren’t you telling us?”
Mag answered, “Kai would be the first ghost to receive this implant. The device has a 98% success rate on humans, but no spectral patient has used it yet.”
Silence stretched between them.
“I don’t think we have much choice,” Dreama finally said, glancing at her husband. “This is his best chance.”
Cronos mulled it over for what felt like an eternity before exhaling. “Alright. We trust you. Let’s do it.”
The surgery was a success.
While it couldn’t restore Kai’s hearing completely, he could perceive sound again. For now, that was enough. And maybe, with time and further research, they could create an even better solution for him.