1,500 years before Silvia Arrived...

The Great Kingdom of Glesiea-9 stood as a beacon of peace and unity. At its heart was the royal family: the Winged Emperor, a wise and benevolent ruler whose vast, angelic purple wings symbolized his protection over the kingdom, and the Cosmic Empress, whose radiant presence seemed to hold the universe itself in balance. Together, they had built a world where harmony thrived among the fliers, merma, martian, flame, humans, and draconic races. Among their children, Raki, Elena, Nothenio, and Irene shared an unbreakable bond, one forged through love, loyalty, and the weight of their shared duty. At the head of their sibling quartet stood Raki, the eldest, whose presence was as commanding as it was noble. With golden, falcon-like features, his feathers gleamed like sunlight reflected on water, and his piercing eyes held the sharpness of a predator's focus. His regal bearing made him a natural leader, admired by many and deeply respected by his siblings. A steadfast believer in order and honor, Raki often sought his father’s guidance, striving to embody the ideals of a true protector. He also has a connection to the sun, with his powers he helps to fuel the sun, ever since he was born.

 

In stark contrast to Raki’s radiant light stood his younger brother, Nothenio, a being of quiet intensity and shadowed beauty. Nothenio’s long, obsidian-black hair flowed like a river of ink, and his skin shimmered faintly, its grey hue speckled with stars as if he carried the night sky upon him. His eyes were a haunting white, like twin moons, and his vast black wings unfurled with a ghostly grace. While Raki embodied light and clarity, Nothenio was a creature of darkness, mystery, and the unspoken truths lurking in the void. His powers mirrored his essence, drawing strength from the shadows and weaving illusions that concealed and protected.

 

The brothers shared a complex relationship, both bound by loyalty and divided by their opposing natures. Raki’s ideals of unity and unwavering discipline often clashed with Nothenio’s preference for independence and pragmatism. Their rivalry wasn’t born of malice but of their conflicting philosophies, which frequently set them at odds. Yet, even in their most heated arguments, there was a grudging respect—a tether of familial love that neither could sever.

 

the Winged Emperor and Cosmic Empress called their children—Raki, Nothenio, Elena, and Irene—along with Aeri the trusted advisor, into the royal council chamber. It was a rare occasion when all of them gathered for matters of governance, but the emperor's summons promised a discussion of great importance.

 

The emperor sat at the head of the long table, his angelic wings shimmering as sunlight poured into the chamber. Raki and Nothenio stood at opposite ends, their presence as different as dawn and midnight. Elena and Irene sat nearby, observing as the conversation unfolded. "Nothenio has brought forth a suggestion," the Winged Emperor began, his tone regal but open. "We are here to listen and decide what is best for the kingdom. Nothenio, speak your thoughts."

 

Nothenio stepped forward, his long obsidian hair flowing like ink behind him. His voice, smooth and resonant, carried a weight of quiet conviction. "Father, mother, my brothers, sisters, and wise Aeri—I believe it is time we rethink the structure of this kingdom. We are divine beings, yes, but we were not meant to rule over every corner of this land. The people of Glesiea-9 have grown, thrived, and proven their strength. We should divide the kingdom into smaller realms, each ruled by its own leaders chosen by the people. Let them govern themselves, free to make their own decisions."

 

A ripple of silence passed through the room as the others absorbed Nothenio's words. Raki’s golden feathers bristled slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing. He stepped forward, his tone calm but firm. "Nothenio, your vision is noble, but flawed. Strength lies in unity. The people need guidance and order, not division. A fragmented kingdom invites chaos and war. Who would arbitrate disputes between these realms? Who would protect the people from greed or ambition? It is under one ruler—under our father—that peace has reigned. Unity ensures stability."

 

Nothenio’s haunting white eyes fixed on Raki, calm but unyielding. "And yet, Raki, would we not become tyrants if we deny the people their right to choose their own destiny? You believe in strength through unity, but I believe in strength through freedom. Let the people decide their own fate, and trust in their ability to shape their future. We are protectors, not masters."

 

The tension in the room grew palpable. Elena shifted uncomfortably, while Irene glanced between her brothers with concern. Finally, Aeri spoke, his tone measured and thoughtful. "Both of you present compelling arguments," he began, his wings flickering as he stepped into the light. "Nothenio, division allows for freedom and local governance, yes, but it also carries risks—dissension, competition, and a lack of unity in times of crisis. Raki, unity under one ruler brings peace and stability, but it may stifle the will of the people if leadership is too rigid. There is merit to both sides."

 

Nothenio’s expression softened slightly at Aeri’s fairness, while Raki stood with his arms crossed, listening. The Winged Emperor rose from his seat, his tall, angelic form radiating authority as his wings unfurled slightly. "Both of you have spoken well," he said, his deep voice filling the chamber.

 

"Nothenio, your belief in freedom is admirable, and it is a value we must never forget. Raki, your vision of unity is the foundation of the peace we enjoy today. For now, the kingdom will remain united under one rule. Dividing it risks breaking the harmony we have built."

 

Nothenio inclined his head, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of disappointment. Raki nodded, his feathers settling as a small sense of victory registered in his stance.

 

The Winged Emperor continued, "But I will heed Aeri’s words as well. We must listen to our people and allow their voices to guide us. Unity must not become oppression. I will consider new ways to grant the provinces more autonomy while preserving the strength of our kingdom."

 

Aeri bowed slightly. "A wise decision, Your Majesty. The balance of unity and freedom is delicate, but achievable."

 

As the council adjourned, Nothenio passed Raki on his way out, his voice a low murmur. "This isn’t over, brother. The people will rise one day, with or without our blessing."

 

Raki’s gaze remained steady. "And when they do, I will still be here to protect them."

 

Later that night, the kingdom slept under a blanket of stars, unaware of the quiet splendor unfolding high within the Celestial Chamber. The chamber itself seemed to breathe with the cosmos, its domed ceiling shimmering with galaxies and spirals of light that mirrored the universe. At the center, the Winged Emperor stood beside the Cosmic Empress, their forms bathed in an ethereal glow that danced between their beings.

 

The Winged Emperor, his angelic features radiant and his vast wings folded behind him, turned to his beloved. “When the world is at peace, I am reminded of why I fight so hard to protect it,” he said softly, his voice carrying the resonance of a divine melody.

 

The Cosmic Empress smiled, her radiant aura pulsing softly as though the stars themselves were breathing through her. She reached out, her fingertips glowing as they met his. “And when I look at you, I remember why my heart chose to weave itself into yours,” she whispered.

 

Their hands joined, light beginning to swirl around them in celestial tendrils— threads of gold and silver intertwining as if the cosmos had become tangible. The Winged Emperor leaned forward, their foreheads touching for a brief moment, and then, tenderly, he kissed her.

 

The kiss ignited something beyond mortal understanding. Their forms began to shift and flow, their celestial energy merging together in brilliant radiance. The golden light of the Winged Emperor melded with the silvery radiance of the Cosmic Empress, their bodies becoming pure starlight. They embraced as one, their souls folding into each other in harmony, creating a dazzling pulse of energy that spiraled upward into the night sky.

 

At the heart of their union, something miraculous was born—a star, glowing with brilliant silver light. It pulsed gently, as though taking its first breath, before rising through the chamber ceiling and into the night. It soared higher, joining the heavens, where it settled into place among the countless others, casting its silver glow across the kingdom of Glesiea-9.

 

Slowly, the two beings unraveled from their unified form, the golden and silver light parting once more as they returned to themselves. The Winged Emperor stepped back, his wings unfurling in a soft breeze of starlight, while the Cosmic Empress gazed upward with tears of joy in her luminous eyes. “It is beautiful,” she whispered, her voice full of reverence. “A new star has been born. A seed of hope.” She raised her hand to the sky, her fingers softly tracing the glow of their creation. “I will name it Silver.”

 

The Winged Emperor turned to her, his gaze tender. “A fitting name. A star born from love, and a light that will endure.” Together, they watched as Silver settled into the night sky. It was a moment of peace, a symbol of their bond, and a promise to the universe that their love would create beauty even in the darkest of times.