The morning sun rose over the mountains, painting the valley in shades of gold and amber. The birds were singing. The breeze was gentle. The world was peaceful.
And for Ethan, this peace was a gift he never took for granted. It was a reminder of everything they'd fought for, everything they'd sacrificed, everything they'd built. Every sunrise now felt like a victory. Every bird's song felt like a celebration. Every gentle breeze felt like a blessing.
He stood on the porch of the global council building, watching the light spread across the buildings below. It had been six months since the first students had arrived. Six months of watching them learn, grow, and transform. Six months of watching them discover their purpose. Six months of watching them become teachers themselves. Six months
