Kaguya — Before the Fall
She was born under a dying sky,
beneath the brittle branches of a World Tree whose roots no longer sang.
The blood of the Silent Abyss pulsed weakly in her veins —
sealed, smothered, hidden behind chains forged long ago.
From her first breath, she was called cursed.
Her eyes, silver-blue and shimmering with impossible depth,
marked her as different.
Not Byakugan.
Not normal Tenseigan.
Not Rinnegan.
Something older.
Something dangerous.
The Primordial Tenseigan —
a sleeping fragment of the Sovereign's authority,
woven into her soul without her understanding.
But the primitive remnants of the Otsutsuki clans did not see a blessing.
They saw a flaw.
And so they found a purpose for her.
A sacrifice.
"Send her to the lesser world," they whispered.
"Feed her to the sapling."
"The World Tree will bear fruit.
Isshiki will consume it.
And the true bloodline will be strengthened."
They called it destiny.
They called it necessity.
But it was treachery.
They sentenced her —
a forgotten servant —
to become nothing more than fertilizer.
Food for the Tree.
Fuel for another's rise.
And she went without protest.
Because deep inside her fragile, sealed heart,
she still carried one unbroken thought:
"I will serve the true King,
even if the world tries to kill me."
They paired her with Isshiki Otsutsuki —
a proud, cold warrior, burning with ambition.
He was Level 15 —
a small star compared to her flickering Level 11 light.
He carried himself like a god.
He looked at her like an insect.
"Plant the seed," he commanded.
"Let the World Tree bloom.
Your death will not be in vain."
And so they descended to Earth.
Kaguya knelt in the dust,
her hands cradling the dying seed.
She wept —
not for herself.
For the King she still loved.
The King who still slept beyond the veils of existence.
And in her despair,
in her prayer,
a spark flared behind her gaze.
The Primordial Tenseigan shimmered,
unseen by Isshiki,
its layers unfolding slightly,
whispering of destiny unbroken.
"I am not finished," she thought.
"I will not die for you.
I will not betray the King for your hunger."
When the World Tree began to grow,
its roots burrowing into her flesh,
its thirst beginning to drain her life,
she struck first.
With a scream that tore the air,
she turned the roots inward.
She devoured the chakra meant to consume her.
She seized the World Tree's fruit —
before it could ripen for Isshiki.
She ate it.
The ancient seals in her blood shattered.
The Primordial Tenseigan blazed open,
rings spinning with the light of a thousand dead stars.
Her power exploded upward —
ripping her from fragile Level 11
to ferocious Level 14 in an instant.
The Earth itself trembled beneath her rebirth.
Isshiki, caught off-guard,
tried to crush her.
He failed.
Her new power — fed by betrayal, survival, loyalty —
burned hotter than anything he had expected.
She struck him down.
Wounded him beyond repair.
Forced him to flee like a rat into hiding,
abandoning Earth to her rising dominion.
Kaguya stood alone under the crimson sky,
her Primordial Tenseigan shining like twin galaxies.
The World Tree behind her groaned and withered —
a monument to her stolen destiny.
She breathed slowly,
feeling the weight of power settle around her like a crown.
Not a queen of mortals.
A Servant Queen.
A blade sharpened for one hand only.
"I have not forgotten," she whispered to the empty world.
"I have not forgotten you."
"I will hold this world.
I will prepare it.
For when the true King returns."
And in the distance, beyond the broken heavens,
something ancient shifted in its sleep.
The Silent Abyss stirred.
The Black Throne pulsed once.
And somewhere beyond space and death,
Veyrath dreamed of silver-blue eyes looking up at him with endless, aching love.