Blue_Birdy

Shiora — once a land where light and darkness lived in balance — is now burning. Elyka, the Queen of Darkness, has broken an ancient pact and seeks to erase everything.

Naraka, chosen by the Goddess of Light, watched her kingdom and children fall. Only one remains: her adopted son, Nujah.

When darkness closes in, Nujah stands alone against Elyka’s son, Serekhka — a monster born of blood and shadows. To save Maria, the last true heir, Nujah gives everything... even his soul.

But death isn't the end.

Naraka brings him back — changed. A cursed eye marks his forehead, a remnant of Serekhka’s power. To protect the world, Nujah must now seal that darkness within himself.

His final mission is simple: sleep forever. Never awaken. Never be used.

As he steps into the sacred slumber, one thought remains:

For Shiora… my Brothers, my Daughter, my Mother.

Nujah-The Goddess Chield

Short Stories was created to explore untold moments from the past and reveal hidden connections not fully explained in the main story.

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Early hours of Sun Day in Shiora…

Naraka sat alone on her throne, gazing at the sky above. The silence was pleasant—until it became too quiet.

A gentle breeze passed by and whispered in her ear:

> Perched on a tree branch, hidden among the leaves, sat a boy with a book.

His small hands clutched a tome far too large for him. The letters danced confusingly on the page, but his eyes glowed—quietly, curiously… lost in his own little world.

The world may have been blind to him, but Naraka saw her reason to smile.

Without a sound, Naraka appeared beside him — standing on the very same branch.

She leaned in close, her voice a soft breeze:

> "What are you doing up here, little raven?"

Nujah flinched like a cat, and his foot slipped.

The book tumbled from his hands. But he never hit the ground.

She had already caught him—her arms soft, warm, and steady as the sky itself.

With a red face, Nujah immediately turned his eyes away and muttered:

Naraka chuckled and held him close. Then came a short, gentle exchange:

Nujah: "I… I just wanted to read. It was quiet here…"

Naraka: "Silence speaks the loudest sometimes. But you chose a lovely spot."

Nujah: "I didn't think you'd find me."

Naraka: "No book outsmarts me. Especially when it hides one of my children."

Nujah: "I don't understand all of it. But I like it anyway."

Naraka: "Then read to feel it, not to solve it. The greatest power is born from what you feel."

Nujah: "…One day, I want to be the kind of person who writes a book like this."

At that, Naraka didn't put him down—she pulled him even closer.

Resting her forehead against his, she whispered:

> "Then you write it. And I'll read it. Every word."

Leaves rustled gently in the breeze. That day, the sky above Shiora held no war.

Only a memory — of a mother and her child,

in a moment so quiet, even the stars dared not speak.

Story Time! Shiora