Nujah-The Goddess Child

Long ago, when Mitra was just a little girl, she would sometimes visit Shiora. During those visits, Nujah would personally hold her hand and show her around. In the time they were allowed to play, they would pull pranks on the siblings and laugh together.

They had picnics in the park with elves and other friendly races. Ren would create a waterpark with his own magic, where they all swam and had fun. They ate ice cream and spent joyful days together.

A few days later, while Mitra was secretly waiting behind a door for someone, she suddenly turned to Nujah and asked seriously:

"Who is the one they refuse to name?"

Nujah, surprised but calm, looked into her eyes and replied,

"Where did that come from… > "Especially now that Ren's room is completely flooded?"

Just then, Ren overheard them, got annoyed, and unleashed a massive wave a hundred meters high.

Nujah quickly grabbed Mitra by the hair and said,

"Time to go, Princess."

With that, he vanished into the shadows with her.

Ren smirked proudly behind them,

"They've clearly learned from the best," he said before disappearing back into his room.

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Nujah ran toward the garden, still holding Mitra, who now looked dizzy and queasy.

"Can you let me go now? Please…" she said weakly.

Nujah immediately got serious and apologized.

"Sorry… I didn't mean to rush it like that. The first few times are always rough."

He absorbed the bad energy from her body, gently holding her.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, worried.

"My head's still spinning… just a little," Mitra replied, swaying.

Nujah quickly crafted a seat from shadows and laid her down gently. After two minutes, Mitra looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I'm okay now, dad. I guess I have to get used to this eventually."

She stood up slowly and grabbed Nujah's hand, looking seriously into his eyes.

"So… who is the one they won't name?"

Nujah hesitated.

"Can I ask where you heard that name?"

"From my mother. She tries not to say it when I'm around, but when she yells at strangers… I hear it."

Nujah looked saddened, but he nodded.

"Then it's better you hear it from me."

He looked at her seriously.

"Do you know what Shiora is made of?"

Mitra tilted her head.

"No idea."

"To put it simply," Nujah explained,

"This universe is like a glass sphere. Half light, half darkness. And in that darkness live the cruelest monsters—soulless beings without mercy."

Mitra frowned.

"And what does that have to do with what I asked?"

"Quiet, child, I'm getting there," Nujah smirked.

"This universe has two champions—one for each side. The champion of the light is our mother, Naraka. The champion of darkness… is the one they refuse to name. His real name is Serekhka. And… he is your father. Your blood father."

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Instead of being scared, Mitra smiled—relieved.

"So that's why everyone fears me… why they hate me…"

Nujah grabbed her arm gently, not to hurt her but to make her listen.

"Who told you they hate you?" he said in a worried tone.

"I hope no one actually said something that awful."

"I overhear them… even the soldiers. I can hear them from afar," Mitra admitted, shyly.

Nujah couldn't find the words for a moment.

He then said calmly,

> "In this world, blood alone means nothing. To call someone family takes more than blood—it takes proof, loyalty, time… and being there for them, even on their worst days."

No matter what happens, no matter what your past is… as long as you're on the right path, I will always see you as my daughter. Even if we share no blood."

Tears welled up in Mitra's eyes. She couldn't hold back and hugged Nujah tightly.

That day, it didn't matter who won or lost.

The only thing that mattered… was that both hearts left that place happier than before.