The gym lights flickered slightly as the Thunderhawks wrapped up their final drill of the evening. Sneakers squeaked, whistles echoed, and the distant thump of a basketball hitting hardwood rang out in rhythm like a war drum. At the center of it all stood their captain, Charlotte Graves—sharp-eyed, calm, and resolute.
At just fifteen years old and already a third-year, Charlotte wasn't just another rising star—she was a symbol.
Nicknamed "The Commander Hawk", "Silver Falcon", and to some simply "C.G.", Charlotte had built her legacy through grit, leadership, and iron discipline. Her silver eyes, short-cropped black hair, and a lean, athletic build made her an unmistakable presence on and off the court. She didn't talk much—but when she did, people listened.
Her leadership had taken the Thunderhawks to the finals last year. They came agonizingly close to a championship... but a cruel injury to one of their starters had ripped that dream away.
Not this year.
