The Queen of Energy

Prologue

The gentle hum of Andros' ocean waves echoed outside, casting a calming presence over Electra as she slept soundly. Lying next to Aisha, she felt a deep sense of comfort and peace, a rare reprieve from the weight of her duties.

But within the quiet night, something stirred in the shadows.

Unbeknownst to Electra, a dark presence slithered through the air, silent and malevolent. A shadowy creature, its form barely distinguishable, hovered over her, its cold, invisible tendrils reaching out. With a swift, fluid motion, it began to siphon a part of Electra's essence—her energy, her light—twisting it into something dark and unfamiliar.

The creature vanished into a swirling cloud of black mist, leaving Electra seemingly undisturbed. Her breathing remained steady, unaware that a piece of her soul had been stolen.

Deep within a hidden cavern, far from the safety of Andros, the shadow creature reappeared. Holding Electra's stolen essence in its grasp, it glowed a faint, eerie blue. The energy pulsated, crackling like lightning, as the shadow began to change. Dark energy twisted and formed around the essence, reshaping it, molding it.

The transformation was swift. Where the shadow once stood, now emerged a figure—beautiful, yet dangerous. Her skin was deep and rich, as dark as the depths of the ocean, and her long, wavy hair shimmered in a striking shade of electric blue. Her hazel eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity, reflecting a hunger for power and chaos.

She was no longer a formless shadow. She was the dark mirror of Electra—born from the part of her that she had fought so hard to outgrow. This new being was a reminder of Electra's past battles, her darkest fears, and the rage she had left behind.

Dark Q had been born.

And with her creation, a new storm began to brew.