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 Five: A Blue Reunion
Ricotta Reach lay nestled between two gentle hills, where soft clouds floated low and the air smelled faintly of wild garlic and vintage dreams. Once a meeting place for the Fromageville Explorers, it was now forgotten by most — except those who remembered how to follow the curd.
The Cheese Family arrived first.
Sir Blue Vein looked out across the misty meadow, clutching a letter in one hand and a clean serviette in the other. “She used to love this place,” he murmured. “Before the wheel cracked.”
Mini Mozzarella sat beside him. “Do you think they’ll come?”
“They already have,” said Clarabelle Cheddar, pointing to the ridge.
The Stilton Sisters stood at the far edge, cloaks fluttering, expressions unreadable. Behind them: Lord StiltonSharp and Lady Roquefortia, staying back, eyes narrowed.
The two sisters stepped forward. No dancing. No glitter. Just silence.
“I brought the map,” said the older sister, unfolding it slowly. “It showed us the way here. And something else.”
The Origin Map glowed faintly in the misty air. A new symbol pulsed near the centre — a wheel, split but turning.
“We grew up believing you abandoned our mother,” said the younger sister. “That you mocked her, rejected her.”
Sir Blue Vein shook his head. “Never. We disagreed, yes. But I never stopped wondering where she went.”
Lady Brie stepped forward, voice gentle. “She left to build something new. And it seems… she succeeded.”
The two families stood just metres apart, the silence now filled with years of things unsaid.
“We’re not here to fight,” said Halloumi Belle. Monterey Jack Flash nodded. “We’re here to mend.”
From the edge of the clearing came a soft voice.
“Then let’s begin.”
All heads turned.
Lady Roquefortia, who had stood quietly beside Lord StiltonSharp until now, stepped forward. She drew back her heavy travelling cloak. Beneath it shimmered pale blue velvet, catching the misty light. Her eyes, lined with time and wisdom, shone with familiarity. Silver flecks traced her rind like threads of memory.
Sir Blue Vein’s breath caught. “Velvet Blue…”
Gasps rippled through the Cheese Family.
Lady Brie touched his arm. “All this time…”
The figure nodded, a faint smile on her face. “Took you long enough.”
No one moved.
Then Babybel ran forward and hugged her leg.
And slowly, the others followed — not with cheers or shouts, but with quiet steps, open hands, and eyes that still held questions.
The wheel had cracked. But maybe, just maybe, it could turn again.
Blind Man Makes 