AUREVIA

HILUARA’S WARNING

The skies above Bagat shimmered, the light of the Core radiating across the Cloud Citadel. A sudden ripple of wind disturbed the banners and court’s attention snapped to the center of the hall.

Without fanfare, Hiluara appeared, her arrival marked by the shimmer of teleportation — an art practiced only by the Deiangs and royal blooded Bambinos, each marked by the elemental sigils. She hovered slightly before the dais, violet silk trailing as if stirred by unseen currents.

Even among Aurevia’s nobility, the hall fell silent. Every eye followed her as she approached Queen Yrva. Hiluara’s presence demanded reverence; she was the first guardian of the Core, the woman who had nurtured its brilliance long before any kingdom claimed dominion. Nobles bowed deeply, whispers passing through the court like a living tide: “The Core’s Keeper… Hiluara…”

Hiluara inclined her head gracefully. “Jayo Lahei, keiwe’jan haktu un ei Kami, un padi diye hak jin janei’r hak hireina.” (“Great Lahei, I honor you and the Core, and I come here to bring guidance.”)

Queen Yrva stood, silver hair gleaming in the Core’s light. “Hiluara, it is an honor. Your care of the Core has known across the realms. What brings you to Bagat at this time?”

Hiluara’s gaze swept across the court, sharp and unwavering. “Gahan hak yl ure. Korin il hegew jin dera ei Aurevia. Nehakei hak jusa ashnik dogush des kishong ne gan nik levar.” (“A vision troubles me. Aurevia terters on the edge of strife. I cannot yet say who will spark the conflict, nor when it will ignite.”)

“Kaatik hak shoninom kohil kovit ei lebu. Daval gin gingrin. Ei vuinil gin yashud. Nasib ei Kami imgakngub kon magi jinayo.” (I have seen shadows moving across our lands. Kingdoms will test their strengths. Alliance will strain. Even the Core may shudder if unity falters.”)

A hush fell. The Core itself pulsed softly, as though acknowledging Hiluara’s warning.

“Lahei Yrva, du kama kei nin mathu. Minyatik nanat Lahun ei Yadula. Inei torvo jindo, du shigrad tu kamfa nigeth nanath hunei. Ei kana jin inik changka ik shudi ngal manea; alish ei ihuv dinton, kirahu il tu hireina, tu mitekei, tu lishonde.” (“Queen Yrva, you must not rely on chance, meet each Lahun at the Yadula. In bonds formed there, you will ensure your influence touches every kingdom. The offsprings of these unions are not mere heirs; they are living connections, embodiments of your guidance, your protection, your sovereignty.”)

Queen Yrva nodded slowly, “I understand. But this… will require careful judgment. I am to be mother of the realm, not to any one desire.”

Hiluara inclinded her head, a faint smile tracing her lips. “Yara, Lahei. Uin ei Kami irei du, sama nin igesh en irei Aurevia. Un uin tu keseing ravado nanash, des nunei gaharan.”

(“Precisely, my Queen. Let the Core guide you, as it has always guided Aurevia. And let your heart be bound to all, yet to none in particular.”)

At the Yadula: Yrva and Kaelion

Days later, the Queen arrived at the Yadula, a sanctuary of living light, where the ambient energy of the elements intertwined in intricate patterns along with crystalline walls. Each Lahun was to meet her here, away from the pomp of court, in a place where bonds of power and influence could be formed with clarity.

Kaelion, the flame-blooded warrior of Eda, awaited her in the courtyard ablaze with firelight that danced along the stone paths. His eyes, smoldering like coals, followed her as she stepped forward.

“Queen Yrva,” he greeted smoothly, bowing with a flourish that bordered on seductive, “I trust the journey from Bagat was… illuminating.”

Yrva regarded him with cool composure. “I am here to meet the Lahuns as Hiluara instructed. This is a place for purpose, not for games.”

Kaelion smiled faintly, stepping closer, sparks flickering along his fingers. “Purpose need not exclude pleasure, Majesty. One could learn… much from companionship. Perhaps the fire of Eda can warm your heart.”

Yrva’s gaze sharpened, “You are a Lahun of Fire Kingdom, Kaelion. Your role is clear: to provide heirs who will protect your people, not to ensnare me with false affection. I do not belong to anyone personally. My heart belongs to Aurevia, to the people, and to the unity of our realms.”

Kaelion faltered slightly taking aback by the Queen’s unwavering resolve. “You… are you denying the natural bond between fire and flame? Between passion and loyalty?”

“The bond we form is not of personal desire,” Yrva said firmly, stepping closer so that her silver hair brushed lightly against the courtyard’s energy. “It is of responsibility, of duty. You are my Lahun from the fire kingdom because it is needed, not because I am yours to claim. Remember this, Kaelion, and serve your people through me, not me through you.”

Kaelion’s fiery aura flickered, a mixture of respect and frustration in his eyes. “Very well, Majesty,” he said, bowing once more, this time with genuine acknowledgement, “I will honor my role, for the kingdom… and for Aurevia.”

Yrva turned, her gaze lifting to the crystalline ceilings, as the light of Yadula reflecting in her silver eyes. Hiluara is right. The balance is delicate. Each Lahun, each union, is a thread in a tapestry that must hold. And jf one snaps…

The thought lingered, unspoken, as the fire of Kaelion and the pulse of Yadula entwined in silent harmony. Aurevia’s future was already being shaped—not by desire, but by duty, foresigt, and the living Core at the center of all.