chapter 8 – part 3: the legend of the divine captains

They are kings, queens, gods, and weapons
but today, they are simply children of eternity…
playing as if the world had never been broken.

The candy war seemed over.

The sea of vanilla milk rippled gently, warm and calm,
as if it too was digesting the excesses of sugar and laughter
the biscuit sun slowly descended on the horizon,
coating the sails in caramelized gold.

On the floating decks and compressed sugar lounge chairs,
the lightning pirates captains napped after their snack.
Kael stretched elegantly, arms crossed behind his head,
a medallion candy melting against his cheek,
Diva, wrapped in a blanket made of giant sweets,
slept snoring lightly, a half-eaten cookie still clenched in her hand,
Destiny floated in a reading bubble,
slowly turning the pages of a strategic grimoire hovering above his nose,
Dante meditated halfway, eyes closed,
hand resting on a still-warm cup of galaxy-flower tea
and Saphira, feet in a puddle of foamy sugar,
sipped a strawberry-lightning infusion on a lounge chair shaped like a celestial croissant,
Élya nestled on her lap like a doll always ready to watch over.

Everything seemed peaceful.

But nothing is ever truly over in the kingdom of Hope.

A silent thunder split the sky.

Not a rumble, no a sudden void a breath held in the fabric of the world.

Then… a pink light beaded through the marshmallow clouds,
and in its wake, a dimensional gate opened
majestic. Dusted with tender gold
a huge ship slowly descended, gliding between the stars,
carved from crystallized rose,
its sails like golden ribbons woven with ancient promises.

At the front, upright, splendid in her cape with enchanted sugar reflections,
stood Captain Pink, the forger of the enchanted Seas
her gaze threw tender challenges
her captain’s hat was a masterpiece of cosmic embroidery.
And her smile clearly announced that she hadn’t come to stay a spectator.

— “Am I late for the cutest war in history?” she said, one hand on her hip.
“Too bad. I came to win.”

Behind her, lined up on the legendary anchor-sky deck,
stood mythical figures… dressed as pirates.

Commander Morpheus, draped in a starlit silk uniform,
sleep staff at his belt, peaceful and distant gaze, General Hades, arms crossed, shirtless under a dark cape,black chocolate armor, eyebrow raised with resolute drama, Vice-Admiral Hera, upright in a pearly armor,golden marshmallow scepter in hand, majestic like a well-groomed stormand, Grand Corsair Zeus, beard electrified,sugary trident in hand, laughing thunder already ready to leap.

On the other ships, the awakening was immediate.

Kael straightened up, incredulous,:“They have their own ship?!”

Diva jumped to her feet, pupils heart-shaped: “WE’RE MAKING AN ALLIANCE, YESSS?!”

PINK, amused, pulled a long scented parchment from her sleeve and threw it into the sea.

— “New rule: divine team versus original team
may the fluffiest win.”

The parchment unrolled on the water into a glowing circle,
and each name appeared, engraved in luminous sugar.

Original Team:
Captain Kael, Captain Diva, Captain Saphira, Captain Dante,
Captain Destiny, Captain Iris,
Hope, the Slimes, and Élya

Divine Team:
Captain Pink, Morpheus, Sleeper of Winds
Hades, Admiral of Sweet Shadows
Hera, Lady of the Maternal Sea
Zeus, Salty Lightning, King of Cannons

And the battle resumed.

Morpheus fired first
lavender-scented sleep bubbles floated silently above the decks
as soon as they burst, they caused uncontrollable yawns.
Several slimes fell asleep on mossy cushions, giggling in their dreams.

Hades, eyes hard, sent a ball of extra bitter dark chocolate,
which exploded not in fire, but in shiver,
Kael, hit square in the chest, exclaimed:“Strategic bitterness… noted!”

Zeus, laughing, grilled flying marshmallows with his lightning
and launched them as gourmet projectiles
each shot left behind a cloud scented with burnt vanilla.

Saphira, watching it all, smiled gently.

— “Even the gods want to play today...”

The sea stirred, but not out of fear
it was a dance.

Diva, in a flash, fused two ships to make a mega pirate cake,
covered in flamboyant icing
Kael climbed the mast, arms spread,
and summoned a singing lightning
which formed a light symphony every time it struck the water.

Pink, in her flying forge, spun caramels in the air.
They lit up with a soft glow
and turned into enchanted projectiles, guided by the music of the wind.

— “We’ll sweeten your defeat with elegance,” she announced.

And no one protested
because even in losing, here… you won a treat.

The battle did not end
not yet.

Projectiles flew, laughter burst,
slimes slid across the fresh cream of the waves
and in the sky, a pink sugar aurora shimmered softly,
blessing the tender madness of these captains, these gods, and these immortal children.

It was no longer a confrontation
it was a celebration.

A tribute.

To what they had been.

To what they no longer dared to be elsewhere.

To what they could be… here.

End of Chapter 8 — The Legend of the Divine Captains