Chapter 6: The Blue Queen's Address

The sun hadn't yet risen, and magical mist enveloped the calm streets of Verdelune, a peaceful city in the northern part of the Solern continent, in Universe 14. It was one of the rare cities to harmoniously host ordinary humans (80% of the population) and those with minor or moderate powers (20%)—a discreet, balanced place, perfect for an existence away from divine gazes.

A figure appeared, her leather boots softly clicking on the cobblestones. It was a young girl with an ethereal presence: pale skin, night-blue eyes, black hair braided into gothic strands, a short dark velvet dress decorated with silver chains and ancient crosses, an open parasol despite the absence of sun. This was Saphira Noctielle, the blue lightning. But this morning, she wasn't alone. Walking by her side was Zorya, her knight in light black armor, hair in a high ponytail, gloved hands ready to draw. Just behind them, two adorable-looking children, whose auras left no doubt about their supernatural origin. "Mother Queen, the world's light is still dim. Is this the right time?" asked the girl, who held a handless watch suspended from her wrist. "Temporality is stable; the moment is perfect," replied her brother, holding a Book of Destiny, open to a blank page.

Saphira turned to them, smiling. "We have an appointment with reality, my little ones, and mortals don't let anyone build without signing nice papers." They looked at her like a divinity; they were born from the tower, calling her "Queen" or "Goddess Mother."

The city hall was in a golden stone building, topped with metallic domes. Inside, the counters slowly opened. The human employees hadn't yet noticed the sacred aura of the visitor, so carefully did she mask it. "Good morning," Saphira said calmly. A young secretary looked up, then almost recoiled, struck by the client's spectral elegance. She stammered. "M-mademoiselle? How may I help you?" "To buy a plot of land. Isolated, preferably high up, close to the stars."

The mayor of Verdelune, an affable man named Rilo Ventur, arrived quickly after being alerted by his employees. "My respects, Lady Noctielle?" he said, consulting the data sent by the magical form. Saphira signed with an iridescent blue quill, her name appearing with living calligraphy on the documents. "This land at the summit of the Syleor Plateau—it's isolated, accessible only by private portals, and has been fallow for over twenty years." "Perfect. It will become my earthly home." The mayor hesitated. "You... you plan to live there long?" "Thousands of years, if all goes well," she said in a breath. "Don't worry, I'll pay in lunar shard fragments, equivalent to 14 times the gold rate."

The contract was magically sealed. Upon leaving the city hall, the twin children stretched their arms towards the distant land, already visible beyond the rooftops. "Is that it?" asked the girl, watch suspended from her finger. "Yes," Saphira replied, "our land, our silence." Zorya smiled, for the first time that day—a discreet, elegant, royal secondary base.

Saphira closed her parasol, her eyes raised towards the Syleor Plateau. "This is where we will build our next sanctuary. Élya will await us there, and Nékridhal can grow without awakening nightmares." She took a step, and the world seemed to breathe. The Blue Queen had officially settled in the world of men, in a special forest.

END OF CHAPTER 6 - THE BLUE QUEEN'S ADDRESS