Creation Of All Things-Chapter 27: Leaving For The Academy.

"While we are on this subject. There is an Academy for superhumans, if you arr interested you lots can go there." Tatia said looking at her grandchildren.

Tatia leaned back in her chair, watching the twins' excitement with a small smirk. "Good. Then get ready—we're going to the Academy right now."

Aria's eyes widened. "Wait, right now? No warning?"

"You want me to send an invitation first?" Tatia scoffed. "Life doesn't wait, kid."

Alfred, on the other hand, was already on his feet, practically buzzing with excitement. "Let's go! I wanna see what kind of people are there."

Adam chuckled, shaking his head. "At least let them pack a few things first."

Tatia waved a hand dismissively. "Fine, ten minutes. But before that, there's something you all need to understand."

Her tone shifted, becoming more serious, and everyone fell silent.

"I'm not hiding the fact that you're my grandkids," she said, looking directly at them. "In the normie world, that means the paparazzi will be on your necks. In the supernatural world, every damn faction will have their eyes on you."

Gloria tensed but didn't say anything.

Tatia continued, her voice firm. "And let's not forget your maternal family. Now that the world knows about you, they'll come sniffing around."

Adam's expression darkened slightly at that, but he remained silent.

Tatia's gaze sharpened. "But listen to me, and listen well. You may have their name, but you are Williams by blood. There is no way in hell I'm giving you up to them."

Aria swallowed hard. Alfred frowned, looking between Adam and Tatia.

Adam exhaled through his nose. "Well, that's one way to make a statement."

Tatia smirked. "I always make my stance clear."

Adam stretched, rolling his shoulders. "Alright then. I'll get their stuff ready." He turned to the twins. "Pack light. You're not going on vacation."

Aria groaned but got up, dragging herself toward her room. Alfred was already halfway there.

As Adam watched them leave, he looked back at Tatia. "You really think their other family is gonna make a move?"

Tatia's smirk faded. "They will. It's only a matter of time."

Adam clenched his jaw slightly. He had no love for that side of the family. If they came knocking… well, he'd be ready.

The house buzzed with activity as Aria and Alfred scrambled to pack their things. Gloria moved around, helping where she could, but it was clear her mind was elsewhere. Adam, meanwhile, stood by the doorway, arms crossed, silently taking everything in.

Tatia, as usual, remained composed, checking the time on her watch. "Alright, that's enough. Let's move."

The group stepped out of the house, only to be met with a line of sleek black cars stretching down the street. The sight was almost surreal. The moment Adam saw them, he let out a small sigh, rubbing the back of his head.

"Really, Grandma?" he asked, raising a brow.

Before Tatia could respond, Gloria cut in. "This is exactly what she meant when she said she doesn't plan on hiding you."

Adam exhaled through his nose and looked back at the house—the place he and his siblings had called home. The familiarity of it, the memories inside… all of it felt distant now. He knew, without a doubt, that they wouldn't be coming back.

"I guess this is it then," he muttered to himself.

The moment didn't last long. The presence of the cars—and more importantly, the President of the country standing right there—had already drawn attention. Neighbors peeked out from their windows, some whispering, others outright staring.

People who knew Adam, Aria, and Alfred watched with wide eyes, confusion written all over their faces.

"Wait… Adam knows the President?"

"Why are there so many cars? Who are they?"

"I thought they were just regular kids…"

The murmurs grew louder, but Adam paid them no mind. He could already feel the weight of the attention settling on them.

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Tatia, noticing his expression, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Get used to it, kid. This is your life now."

Adam glanced at her before looking at his siblings, who were already staring at the luxury cars in awe.

He let out a low chuckle. Yeah… no turning back now.

"This way, Madam President."

A suited man respectfully guided Tatia to her car, opening the door for her. She stepped in without hesitation, her presence as commanding as ever.

Nearby, Adam snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a voice directed at him.

"This way."

He turned to see a woman standing beside one of the cars, motioning for him to follow. She had a composed look, dressed in a crisp, professional suit.

"I'm Sara," she introduced herself smoothly. "I'll be assisting you for the time being, handling any information or logistics you might need in your operations—if you need anything, just ask."

Adam studied her for a second before giving a small nod. "Got it."

Without another word, he stepped into the car, and within moments, the convoy pulled away from the neighborhood, leaving behind a stunned audience.

The street, which had been bustling with whispers and side glances before, now erupted into full-blown chatter.

"Did you see that? The President herself was here!"

"And those cars—there were at least ten of them! Who are those kids?"

"I knew something was off about Adam and his siblings! No way they're just normal."

"Wait, wait, hold on—does that mean Adam is related to the President?"

The speculation only grew wilder from there. Some people pulled out their phones, trying to find any news, while others simply stood there, trying to process what they had just witnessed.

Inside one of the houses, an older woman shook her head, muttering, "I always knew there was something special about that boy… But this? This is on another level."

Back in the car, Adam leaned against the window, watching the city blur past. He could already tell—his life was never going to be the same again.

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