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Paula Hayes was nobody. Just a girl with a dream and a bad boss. She grew up obsessed with weather — the raw, untameable power of storms. She studied hard, earned her place as an intern at Acmetropolis' top news station, and told herself that one day, she'd be the face people turned to when the sky turned dark. She had talent. She had drive. She even had a small, secret gift — she could nudge clouds, whisper lightning a little closer. Nothing dramatic. Just enough to know she was different. But Misty Breeze didn't care about any of that. Misty was Acmetropolis' beloved weather queen — polished, famous, and vicious behind closed doors. To Misty, Paula was furniture. A coffee runner. Someone to belittle in front of cameras and laugh at in the break room. Every humiliation was small. Every one left a mark. Then came the day Misty couldn't go on air. Paula stepped in front of the camera, heart pounding, finally where she belonged — and the sky answered. A bolt came down like a verdict. The lightning didn't kill her. It completed her. When Paula stood back up, she wasn't Paula anymore. Her skin had gone electric blue. Her eyes burned violet. The storm didn't surround her — it obeyed her. Every cloud, every gale, every bolt of lightning bent to her will. She called herself Weathervane. And her first act was revenge. She tore through the city in a rage, demanding Misty be brought to her. She summoned a storm dragon. She nearly leveled Acmetropolis. The Loonatics stopped her — barely — but she escaped. She came back. She always comes back. Paula Hayes wanted to be seen. Weathervane makes sure no one can look away.