The world shifted around me, a dizzying swirl of light and sound. One moment I was lying in bed, fighting the familiar ache that had plagued me for years, and the next, I found myself standing in a vast, open field. The sky was an unnatural shade of violet, and the air crackled with energy that made my skin tingle. I wasn't alone.
Around me were a group of students, all wearing uniforms from a high school I didn't recognize. They looked just as confused as I felt, their wide eyes darting around, searching for answers in this strange new world. But as their gazes landed on me, I could see the questions forming behind their eyes.
"Hey, do you go to our school?" a girl with long brown hair asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
I hesitated, the lie forming on my lips before I could stop it. "Yes," I said, forcing a smile. "I... I just transferred."
The students exchanged glances, their skepticism evident. But no one pressed the issue further. My youthful appearance must have convinced them that I belonged here, that I was just another high school student like them. If only they knew the truth.
In reality, I was twenty years old, far past the days of high school. I had missed out on so much because of my health—graduation, prom, even the simple act of walking across the stage to receive my diploma. My body had failed me, leaving me trapped in a cycle of hospitals and medication. But here, in this strange world, something was different.
I could feel it in my bones—the strength, the vitality that had eluded me for so long. It was as if the illness that had consumed my life had been lifted away, leaving me free to breathe deeply, to stand without pain. And I knew, somehow, that it wasn't an accident.
The goddess.
She had appeared to me in that brief moment before everything changed, her voice echoing in my mind like a distant melody. "You are here for a reason, Rena," she had said, her tone both soothing and ominous. "I have granted you the ability to fight off any sickness, any disease. You will not die unexpectedly in this world."
It should have been a blessing, but I knew better. There was a reason she had chosen me, a reason she had pulled me from my world and placed me here with these students. And whatever that reason was, it wasn't out of kindness.
"Why haven't we seen you before?" another student asked, a boy with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. "What school did you transfer from?"
My heart raced as I searched for an answer that wouldn't give me away. The goddess had a hidden agenda—I could feel it. She had only transmigrated this particular class for reasons unknown, reasons that twisted and darkened the more I thought about them.
"I... I've been sick," I finally said, deciding to use the truth to my advantage. "I missed a lot of school because of it, but I'm better now."
The students seemed to accept this explanation, nodding sympathetically. They didn't question it further, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. But deep down, I knew I was walking a fine line.
If they discovered the truth—that I was not one of them, that I was older, that I could see through the goddess's words and intentions—I would be in danger. The goddess had plans for me, plans I couldn't fully comprehend yet. And if I wasn't careful, I could get caught in her web, trapped in whatever twisted fate she had set for me.
But I wasn't going to let that happen. I had been given a second chance, a chance to fight back. And I would use it, even if it meant hiding my true self from everyone around me.
Because I refused to be just another pawn in the goddess's game. I would find my own way out of this world, away from her control, and become stronger on my own terms.
And if that meant playing along for now, so be it.
We had barely taken a few steps toward the village when the sky above us rippled, and a familiar voice echoed through the air. The voice of the goddess.
"Welcome, chosen ones," her voice boomed, melodic yet imposing, like a song that carried both comfort and dread. "You have been summoned here to fulfill a grand purpose. Each of you has been blessed with a magical class befitting your potential. Use your powers wisely, and may you find glory in this new world."
The students froze, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. I stood still, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. The goddess was about to reveal what she had planned for us—what she had planned for me.
Suddenly, glowing symbols appeared above each student's head, hovering in the air like ethereal crowns. The students gasped as they stared up at the glowing letters.
"Look! I’m an S-Class Hero!" one boy shouted, his voice filled with excitement. His symbol blazed a brilliant gold, marking him as one of the highest-ranked among us.
Others followed, their voices a mix of joy and disappointment.
"A-Class Mage! That’s amazing!" a girl with short red hair exclaimed, her eyes shining.
"B-Class Knight… Well, that’s not too bad," another muttered, trying to sound optimistic.
As the ranks were revealed, a quiet tension filled the air. Everyone was waiting for their turn, hoping for a high rank and fearing a low one. I could feel the anxiety building in my own chest, the uncertainty gnawing at me.
Finally, it was my turn.
I felt a strange warmth above my head as the symbol materialized. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced up, half-expecting to see something grand. But when I saw the symbol, my blood ran cold.
"F-Class...?"
The whisper escaped my lips before I could stop it. Above me hovered a dull, faintly glowing symbol, marking me as an F-Class—the lowest rank possible.
The other students turned to stare at me, their expressions a mix of pity and confusion. I could see the doubt in their eyes, the way they were already writing me off as someone weak, someone insignificant.
"An F-Class? That’s... unfortunate," Zane muttered, barely able to conceal his disappointment. "Guess you’ll have to stay out of the way."
I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my emotions in check. I knew better than to argue. In their eyes, I was already dismissed, seen as someone who wouldn't be able to contribute much, if anything, to the group.
But the goddess wasn't finished.
"Do not be deceived by appearances, chosen ones," her voice echoed once more. "While your ranks reflect your potential, they do not reveal the full extent of your abilities. Hidden within each of you are powers yet to be awakened—powers tied to the elements of this world. Master them, and you may rise above your rank. Fail, and you may fall, even if you were once S-Class."
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Even though I had been marked as F-Class, the goddess was hinting that there was more to our powers than what met the eye. It was a small glimmer of hope, but I held onto it tightly.
If the goddess thought I would crumble under the weight of an F-Class rank, she was wrong. I had survived worse—years of battling my own failing body, of being underestimated and overlooked. This would be no different.
I looked up at the other students, who were still absorbing the goddess's words, and made a silent vow to myself. I would not be defined by the rank they had given me. I would find my hidden power, master it, and use it to protect myself in this world.
Because if there was one thing I knew, it was that the goddess had a plan for me—one that went far beyond this rank. And whatever it was, I intended to be ready for it.

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General FictionRena gets transported into another world unexpectedly with other people who are from a high-school however she's the only one she isn't a high-school student but a twenty year old who never got the chance to graduate do to her declined health. Once...