Image Description: A glowing river of molten cheese runs through the middle of the scene, forming a dramatic chasm that splits the ground in two.
On the left side stands Lord StiltonSharp, depicted as a stern wedge of blue-veined Stilton cheese. He wears a tall black top hat and sports a moustache, leaning on a cane. Though the artwork shows a traditional cane rather than the lightning-bolt version described in the story, the figure still embodies his cold authority and unyielding presence.
On the right side, the Cheese Family huddle together: Eddie Emmental (tall, fists clenched), Clarabelle Cheddar(triangular wedge, leaning forward in worry), Mini Mozzarella (smaller wedge, nervous but resolute), and Babybel(round, clutching Mr. Squidge tightly). Their faces show fear and concern as they look across the divide.
Above the scene, bold golden letters read: The Cheese Family Chronicles – Volume Three: The Stilton Divide. The whole composition glows with amber and golden light, symbolising the feud that has split the families apart.
Chapter Two: The Velvet Letters
The next morning, the Cheese Family gathered around the kitchen table, where the old parchment map lay smoothed beneath a baking tray to keep it flat.
“Look at this,” said Clarabelle, tracing the spiral ridge drawn faintly in the corner. “That’s not on any current map of Fondue Valley.” “It’s a landmark long erased — Fromage Ridge. A place the Fromageville Explorers once swore never to return.”
Sir Blue Vein emerged from the pantry, brushing flour from his moustache. “They sealed it off after… the disagreement.” “What disagreement?” asked Halloumi Belle, stretching her legwarmer absently. He hesitated. “The one that split the expedition in two. The one that sent Velvet away.”
Lady Brie opened a nearby drawer, searching for a compass — and instead pulled out a dented tin, wedged behind a stash of emergency chutney sachets. “Oh,” she whispered. “I’d forgotten about this.”
Inside the tin were letters — old, curled, and still faintly dusted with peppercorn. One was addressed to Young Blue. The others were addressed to cheeses unknown, written in velvet-blue ink.
Sir Blue Vein opened the first. “I followed the stars beyond the Rind Divide. I have not forgotten you. I will prove the wheel can turn without you.” – V.B.
Babybel hugged Mr. Squidge. “She was angry.” “No,” said Sir Blue Vein softly. “She was hurt.”
Mummy Cheddar unrolled another. It had a tiny pressed leaf from a cheesefern — a species thought extinct. “It means she survived,” whispered Mini Mozzarella. Sir Blue Vein nodded. “She must’ve reached Fromage Ridge.”
Daddy Emmental cracked his knuckles. “Then that’s where we’re going.” “But the path has changed. Only the Origin Map can guide us now,” said Sir Blue Vein.
Clarabelle leaned forward. “Wait… is that the map you gave the Stilton Sisters?” Sir Blue Vein paled. “We need it back,” said Lady Brie, voice firm.
The cheese wheel of destiny was in motion once more.
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