WickedPrince7

CUBES OF THE NEON

Six thousand years ago, the world of Neon was forever changed when mysterious objects—Neon Cubes—descended from the skies. Each cube radiated with a primary color, each color a unique element, each element a path to unimaginable power. Fire. Water. Wind. Earth. Lightning. Ice. Light. Darkness.

In the wake of the cubes' arrival, civilizations were built, factions were born, and wars erupted. Magic academies rose, each aligned with a specific color and the elemental attributes it commands. Power dictated status. Bloodlines became sacred. And the Neon Cubes became both the key to salvation—and the reason for endless conflict.

Amid this fractured world, a young noble girl named Eve Caelestis carries an impossible destiny. Unlike anyone else, she bears not one, but two of the most forbidden and legendary cubes: the White Cube of Light and the Black Cube of Darkness. Twin forces of creation and destruction.

Feared by many, hunted by more, Eve embarks on a journey that will take her across floating cities, cursed academies, war-torn regions, and ancient ruins lost to time. As she unlocks the secrets of her dual affinity, she discovers that the Neon Cubes are far more than magical relics—they are pieces of something older, something watching, something awakening.

With allies both human and otherworldly, and enemies lurking in every shadow, Eve must uncover the truth of her bloodline, the origin of the Neon Cubes, and the shrouded war her ancestors fought in silence. For in the end, the cubes do not just grant magic—they choose their wielder. And what they choose to remember... they can also choose to erase.

The world of Neon is on the brink.

And Eve is the spark that could ignite its salvation—or its end.

Cubes of the neon

The descent into Echo's Hollow was not made with ropes or flight. It was made in silence, in awe, and in fear.

Eve Caelestis stood at the edge of the world. The massive crater—once a wound in the land—was now a scar pulsing with memory. The ruins below, ancient and humming with resonance, looked more like bones than buildings, curved in patterns that defied geometry. Crystal spires pierced the ground like shattered pillars of time, glowing faintly with every known cube color—and some she could not name.

The air itself felt thick, as though gravity here obeyed no law but its own.

Her cloak clung to her shoulders, heavy, as if soaked by invisible rain. Her boots sank slightly into the dust, each step an echo deeper than the one before.

They had arrived at the skeleton of the First Cube.

"Careful," Selka murmured, holding a vine-wrapped lantern that pulsed green. "This place remembers."

Lucien crouched by a slanted slab of glassy stone, where cube-runes flickered and shifted like breathing script. "It's still alive. This whole place. Like it's watching."

Eve stepped forward and whispered, "No. It's dreaming."

Maelis remained silent, hand on the hilt of his blade, eyes flickering across every shadow.

As they approached the ruins, the violet-oblivion cube—the Gravity Cube—hovered behind Eve's shoulder like a sentinel. Its presence calmed her thoughts but tightened her breath, as though speaking through weight and pull rather than words.

The deeper they ventured, the more ancient the structures became. Stairs that spiraled in four directions, walls that shimmered into reflections of other places, hallways where their footsteps fell upward instead of down.

In the heart of the ruins lay a chamber with seven floating thrones—each broken, each bleeding colorless light into the air.

Carved into the floor was a single, spiraling glyph, like a cube unwound into language. Eve knelt beside it, fingers brushing its edges. As soon as she touched it, her vision exploded—

She was standing in an impossible sky. Above her: a shattered cube the size of a mountain, drifting in slow motion, its colors flickering like dying stars.

Beneath her: a city swallowed by darkness.

Around her: names. Thousands of them, whispered by voices without faces.

> "Lioren... Vayelle... Cidros... Evanael... Evanael..."

Her own name was being spoken backwards. Echoed into something older.

She gasped—and fell backward into reality.

Lucien caught her. "What did you see?"

"Names," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But not of people. Of… cubes."

Selka looked at her sharply. "You mean the cubes used to have names?"

Eve nodded. "I think they still do."

And the one calling to her now—the one vibrating softly in the air—was not just gravity.

CHAPTER 3: The Gravity Beneath