chapter 7 – part 2: the sugar empire strikes back!

No need for explosions to shake a heart.
Sometimes, a candy war is enough… to prove we’re still children, even when we’re gods.

The sea sang the sails danced. And the names of the lightning pirates entered legend not for their cruelty they held no grudge not for their thirst for power they already ruled elsewhere. but for their sugary imagination, and their laughter… infinite.

That day, the sky was fluffy, the sea rippled like a syrup tablecloth, and the flags floated in a soft breeze scented with honey.

They were six, six captains, six tempests of sugar and lightning.

Captain Saphira, known as the mist queen of the cute waves, led the march. Her ship of solid cotton cut through the waves, trailing a turquoise mist full of sleepy sparkles she didn’t command she guided her flag: a blue bolt on a pastel cloud background.

Captain Kael, nicknamed golden thunder of the abysses, made his orders resonate like a noble song his brand-new ship had been rebuilt with almond paste scrolls and spun sugar ropes his flag: a golden lightning-struck sword.

Captain Diva, as fast as she was bright, answered to the sweet name of Red Lightning, Lady of Crispy Chaos. Her sails flashed. Her prow was a giant cupcake her flag: a laughing mouth, encircled by red bolts.

Captain Iris, mysterious and discreet, bore the title of Black Shadow of Sweets her sails, black as blackberry ink, slipped through the cosmic winds, her flag: a shining eye on a dark jam background.

Captain Destiny, the silent one, known as The Quiet Storm, held the wheel without a word. Each maneuver was a perfect calculation, his flag: a broken clock made of black licorice.

And finally, Captain Dante, the monk of sharp cake, sipped his tea, unbothered, even as the sugar cannons fired. His flag: a sugar saber stuck in a zen cupcake.

The sea shivered.

Kael surfaced first, his ship shining in the light like celestial armor.

— “I hope you enjoyed my theatrical exit,” he said with a bow. “Because now… prepare the waves for sweet judgment.”

Barely had he spoken when Diva launched her catapult.

— “I’m gonna stick happiness right in your mouth!”

And the first explosive marshmallow projectiles flew through the air they bounced off hulls, bounced off slimes, until a blob landed straight on Destiny.

— “Blob blob, I got you!” it declared proudly.

Destiny, stoic, took a sip of tea.

— “Hit. Sunk.”

And he toppled into the water himself, like a bored but precise actor.

Saphira then activated her frost-mist cannon each shot released a cloud of sticky blue kisses. The impacts burst into involuntary giggles on the enemy decks.

— “We’re all gonna end up sticky and happy!” cried Hope, clinging to the mast of a boat rocking under the praline assault.

Kael, unshaken, ordered a volley of spinning pralines. But Iris absorbed them into a wall of black cotton candy, dense as a fairytale night.

The sea was no longer a battlefield, but a pastel theater the attacks looked like children’s games in a divine kitchen.

Then, everything stopped.

A bell rang, suspended in a marshmallow rainbow.

— “SNAAAACK TIIIIIME!” yelled the Princess Slime, perched on a tower of giant cookies.

As one fleet, the ships gathered.

They formed a circle, a floating island of sweet wood, and trays appeared, gliding on warm clouds.

There were comet muffins, filled with soft asteroid chunks shooting star ice creams, which had to be caught before they vanished rainbow infusions, changing flavor with each memory recalled and mini sweet cloud sandwiches, light as forgiveness.

They ate together reclining on lounge chairs made of biscuit, bare feet in the foamy surf, shoulders lightened of all burdens.

Diva threw a screaming plush at Iris, who caught it mid-air without flinching.

Kael chatted at length with Hope, their conversation gliding between tactical poetry and interstellar fondant recipes.

Saphira, gently laughing, Élya tucked against her, both arms around a cup of singing hot chocolate.

And Dante, peaceful, observed it all with a calm eye.

— “This world is crazy…” he whispered. “But I think… it’s the purest of all.”

No one answered. But everyone nodded. In this kingdom, sweetness wasn’t a weakness.

It was a strength.
And that day, it had won.

End of Chapter 7 – The Sugar Empire Strikes Back!