March 26, Space Era 91.
The Agony that Devoured the Heart
The marriage of Margaret to an Earth-born magnate resounded across both New Hope and Earth. The Earth aristocracy rejoiced, hailing it as proof that their influence could infiltrate New Hope itself. Yet, for Aelyzabeth von Thors, it was nothing less than a dagger driven deep into her heart.
She sat silently in her chamber, surrounded by towering piles of books and scattered sheets of experimental notes. Her heartbeat trembled with fury and sorrow.
"Our lineage is being consumed… our pure blood diluted by those of Earth."
And deeper still lay the wound she could never close—the immutable truth that she could never bear a child with Alexander, her departed brother and the one she had loved beyond all measure. Adoption was abhorrent to her, an affront to her creed that blood itself was honor, dignity, and the loftiest pride.
"If the bloodline perishes… then so does the House," she whispered, her nails digging into her palms until they drew blood.
The Schoolroom—A Breaking Point
That very morning, the classroom of New Hope Academy was steeped in a heavy silence. A teacher, with a tone of cruel mockery, spoke disdainfully of a student who had succumbed to AIDS—his words bereft of reverence, brimming with scorn.
A hush fell over the room. Then Aelyzabeth rose. Her voice, cold and cutting, carried such force that every head turned.
"Enough. Words are wasted. I shall speak."
She strode to the front of the class. The sheer authority of her presence forced the teacher to retreat a step. Standing tall, eyes ablaze, she unleashed words that surged forth from the very depths of her soul.
"Our nation falters… because there are those who sell their honor for selfish gain. They rob us of both our soil and our sovereignty. A government that fails, yet lays its burdens upon the people. A democracy without principle, and a communism that scorns patriotism— I shall accept neither."
Her voice thundered through the chamber, reverberating like a war drum. Her classmates sat frozen, some trembling at the sight—for never before had the composed Aelyzabeth spoken with such blazing wrath. She turned her gaze upon them all, then departed, with Aelaera—her faithful companion—at her side.
Rumors soon spread like wildfire: some whispered she remained unwed because she was but fourteen; others dismissed her fury as the temper of youth. Yet, regardless, that day irrevocably altered the image of Aelyzabeth in the eyes of all.
The Forge of Innovation—Beyond the Boundaries of the Possible.
That same day, her grief and rage became fuel for genius. In her modest laboratory, she birthed a new marvel: the ZAV-IV warp engine, capable of transporting massive objects across vast distances with greater stability than any of its predecessors.
She filed the patent under her own name, independent of any precedent. Soon, her name ignited discourse in every circle of astrophysical science. Eminent scholars from across the stars sought to debate her—but almost invariably, they were crushed beneath the weight of her razor-sharp reasoning and profound intellect.
A Scholar Without Bounds.
At merely fourteen years of age, she had already obtained multiple doctorates:
Psychology.
Child Psychology.
Criminal Psychology.
Military Psychology.
Persuasion & Influence.
Behavioral Control.
Politics and Law.
Political Theory & Governance.
Jurisprudence.
Sciences.
Quantum Physics.
Chemistry.
Genetics.
Astronomy.
She graduated with the highest honors in every discipline. Professors, once her mentors, spoke in unison:"This child is not merely a student—she is the architect of new knowledge itself."
Language and Identity—An Eccentricity that Became Legend.
Though she held a master's degree in advanced English, Aelyzabeth deliberately crafted a language of her own. Across more than thirty volumes on space, life, and technology, it was not only the content that enthralled, but the strangeness of her words.
She wrote "It are" instead of "It is" or "They are."She declared "Mein am" instead of "I am."
Some linguists scoffed, calling it an unforgivable lapse for one of her erudition. Yet others believed it a deliberate creation—a personal dialect, a declaration of self, a defiance of linguistic convention.
One scholar remarked:"She does not write to be understood—she writes to command the world to understand her."
The Day of Transcendence.
That day—March 26, Space Era 91—marked the transformation of Aelyzabeth von Thors. She was no longer merely the cool, inscrutable maiden. She became a figure whom people both adored and feared, a beacon none could ignore.
She had not only wrought a scientific breakthrough—she had unleashed her anguish, her wrath, and her unyielding spirit into a force that would alter the trajectory of her destiny forever.
Thus ends Chapter B-VI.