Silver Lining

Companion

The Palace in the Heart of the Jungle, known as the grand structure of Section 7, stood like a natural colossus at the heart of the Jungle's sprawling expanse.

Section 7 itself was a region of great beauty and mystique, dominated by a massive lake that cut through the lush landscape, glistening under the dappled sunlight.

The lake's tranquil waters reflected the thick canopy of trees, some of which towered hundreds of feet into the sky, their branches thick with the history of generations.

It was amidst these towering trees, their roots firmly entrenched in the deep earth, that the Palace of the King of the Jungle had been constructed.

Built long ago, it was as if the trees themselves had grown around and through the palace.

They formed the very foundation, walls, and roof, creating a structure that appeared more like a natural mountain of wood and foliage than a man-made palace.

Vines draped elegantly over the palace, intertwining with wooden beams that had stood the test of time, their smooth surfaces polished by centuries of weather and care.

The massive structure blended harmoniously with the Jungle, a part of it, rather than standing apart from it.

Outside the palace, life continued peacefully.

The citizens of Section 7 went about their daily lives, tending to the abundant flora and fauna, their movements in harmony with the rhythm of the jungle.

Children ran barefoot through the underbrush, laughing as they played, while hunters brought in their catch, and traders exchanged goods in the small market near the lake's edge.

It was a picture of serenity and balance, where humans and nature coexisted as one.

Yet, inside the palace, a different energy stirred.

The servants moved quickly but quietly, preparing for an important event.

A secret meeting between representatives of several nations was to take place soon. It was an event steeped in diplomacy and intrigue, the details known only to the highest-ranking members of the Jungle's court.

Every corner of the palace was being meticulously prepared—tables arranged, chambers readied, the air filled with a subtle sense of anticipation.

Litana, the Queen of the Jungle, stood at the center of this preparation.

Her long, black hair was tied back in a loose style, revealing her sharp yet elegant features.

She had the appearance of a woman deeply connected to the wilds, her brown skin glowing under the soft light that filtered through the canopy, and her eyes—a deep amber—were calm but always alert, like those of a predator watching over her domain.

A soft fur cape draped over her shoulders, adding to her regal air, though she wore it lightly, as if accustomed to the fierce heat of the Jungle.

Her clothing, made of durable yet elegant materials, was a blend of practicality and royal grace, suitable for a queen who both ruled and protected her people.

As she stood overseeing the preparations, her thoughts were focused on the upcoming meeting—on ensuring everything was perfect, on the delicate political dance that would soon unfold.

But her focus was abruptly shattered by a sudden, brilliant blue light that filled the entrance hall.

Her gaze snapped toward the source, her hand instinctively going to the blade sheathed at her waist, though she did not draw it.