Meanwhile...
Far beneath the surface of the ocean in the glowing city of Atlantys, Queen Veyra watched in silence as reports of Kairo's actions poured in.
The city shimmered with bioluminescent plants, coral towers, and glass-like domes filled with flowing water — a kingdom both beautiful and vast.
Her serene expression hid the turmoil within. Kairo wasn't just her brother — he was a prince acting without the crown's consent.
The Aqua Tribe was fracturing.
Half of her people, inspired by Kairo's vision of domination, began rallying behind him, believing the sea should rise and claim the land.
The other half remained loyal to Veyra, determined to protect the oceans and maintain the natural balance between water and land.
With the tribes of Fire and Ice waging war, and now Water adding to the chaos, Veyra knew the peaceful tribes needed to unite.
"We must act," the Queen declared, her voice calm but resolute. "Before the world drowns — or burns."
She summoned messengers, swift as currents, to carry her decree across the realms:
An Inter-Tribe Peace Conference — a gathering of all tribes who still sought to protect the planet rather than conquer it.
The invitations were sent to:
Princess Sylvia of the Nature Tribe — the last remaining bastion of forests and wildlife.
Lord Dune of the Sand Tribe — the guardian of deserts and unyielding land.
Princess Peggy of the Fairy Tribe — a voice for light, though her people were fractured between peace and ambition.
_ _ _
As the peaceful tribes prepared to gather, the world outside continued to collapse:
The Magma Tribe's flames spread wider, Arson and his generals burning everything in their path.
The Ice Tribe countered every advance, freezing what Arson left behind, their war of pride escalating with every battle.
And now, the Aqua Tribe — divided — began swallowing the land in waves, with Kairo pushing further inland, determined to drown what remained.
The peaceful tribes sought unity.
The warring tribes sought dominance.
_ _ _
Beneath the glowing arches of Atlantys, the Inter-Tribe Peace Conference unfolded like a tense tide — calm on the surface but turbulent underneath.
The grand chamber shimmered with bioluminescent coral, glowing streams of water swirling in the air like liquid ribbons, casting a faint blue hue over the gathered leaders.
At the heart of it all stood Queen Veyra — regal, poised, and commanding the room with her tranquil yet firm presence.
Despite the peaceful nature of the meeting, the weight of the world's crumbling balance loomed over them.
The Conference was filled with rising voices and reluctant agreements.
Queen Veyra raised a hand, water flowing through the air around her froze instantly, silencing the council.
"The world is at war," Veyra began, her voice soft yet unwavering. "And if we wait any longer, there will be nothing left to protect."
She turned her gaze toward Lord Dune of the Sand Tribe — the weathered yet wise leader with skin like golden sandstone and eyes like shifting dunes.
"The Aqua Tribe is divided, but Prince Kairo moves swiftly. His goal is clear — to drown the land and expand the ocean's reign. The Sand Tribe, as the opposite force, must stand against him."
Lord Dune's brow furrowed. "We have no desire to fight your kin, Queen Veyra, but if Kairo brings water to our lands, we will not hesitate."
Veyra gave a slight nod. "I trust you will balance the tides."
Then, her gaze shifted to Princess Sylvia of the Nature Tribe — young, but wise beyond her years, her green skin glowing faintly under the blue light, like a sprout reaching for the sun.
"The Magma Tribe spreads fire and destruction," Veyra continued.
"Prince Arson's ambition burns without restraint. Nature is the only force that can balance his destruction by regrowing what he burns."
Sylvia's vines moved in hesitation.
Then, Veyra's gaze turned to Princess Peggy of the Fairy Tribe — standing with her golden wings folded behind her, her eyes flickering between confidence and concern.
"The Ice Tribe is methodical and calculating," Veyra stated. "Prince Glacius freezes everything in his path, unyielding and cold. The Fairy Tribe is the only force agile enough to counter his creeping frost."
Peggy's wings fluttered in nervousness.
There was a heavy pause.
Then...
Princess Sylvia spoke first, her voice steady despite the unease in her heart. "Queen Veyra... my tribe does not want to fight. We want to preserve nature, not destroy it further by going head-to-head with Arson."
Veyra's expression softened. "You are not fighting to destroy, Sylvia — you are fighting to restore. Arson will burn, but you will regrow. His flames will not go unchecked."
Before Sylvia could respond, Princess Peggy's voice rose next. "And what of Glacius? He's not some reckless firestarter like Arson — he's calculated. Cold. His ice spreads with purpose."
Veyra stepped forward. "And you, Peggy, are light and motion. You do not stand still — you flit, you dance, you shine. Where Glacius freezes, you will thaw."
Peggy's wings fluttered — an unconscious flicker of defiance and worry.
Even Lord Dune seemed hesitant. asked. "If the world unravels further — if the Bug Tribe or the Dragon Tribe move, who will hold them back?"
Veyra's blue eyes gleamed. "I will."
The weight of her words crashed over the council like a wave.
It was a bold declaration — that if more forces emerged, she herself would rise to face them.
Slowly, reluctantly — the tribes agreed.
The Sand Tribe would push back against Kairo's watery conquest.
The Nature Tribe would stand firm against Arson's flames.
The Fairy Tribe would counter Glacius' frost.
And Queen Veyra would be the safeguard against any unexpected horrors lurking beyond the elemental war — from the Bug Tribe's to Dragon Tribe's threat.
As the council disbanded, tension hung in the air like a storm about to break.
Sylvia and Peggy exchanged uneasy glances, both aware of the weight now resting on their shoulders.
They weren't just representing their tribes.
They were being thrown into a battle of pride — of youth against youth.
Sylvia would face Arson's flames — her quiet strength against his wild destruction.
Peggy would confront Glacius' frost — her light against his cold calculation.
It wasn't just a war of elements.
It was a war of rivals — an unspoken battle of who would outlast, outwit, and outshine the other.
And beneath it all, Queen Veyra's hope lingered — that by pitting youth against youth, they might find not only a way to fight... but a way to understand each other.