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 Four: The Cheese Line Divides
Far across the valley from Crumbly Bottom, nestled in a jagged wedge of mountains known as the Stilton Spires, stood a tall stone house with sharp windows, cold corridors, and a permanent aroma of smoked ambition.
Inside, two cheese figures stood in silence — one with a silver walking stick shaped like a lightning bolt, the other polishing trophies on a shelf that groaned under their weight. They were Lord StiltonSharp and Lady Roquefortia — the proud, formidable parents of the Stilton Sisters.
“Did you hear?” said Lady Roquefortia, not looking up. “They’ve won the Nationals.” Lord StiltonSharp sniffed. “Sparkles and syrup. What of it?”
Suddenly, there was a creak at the door. The Stilton Sisters entered in silence, their leotards swapped for travelling cloaks. Their glitter boots were dusty. Their faces unreadable. “We saw the Cheese Family,” said one. “They know who we are,” added the other.
Lady Roquefortia placed the last trophy down and turned. “Then it’s time you knew the whole truth.” She led them to a hidden chamber behind the trophy wall. Inside: a cracked painting of a younger Velvet Blue, fearless and determined, holding a parchment map and a spade.
“She left Crumbly Bottom with nothing but a vision,” said Roquefortia softly. “And they mocked her. Shunned her. She came here and built something new.”
Lord StiltonSharp crossed the room. “We raised you not to seek their approval, but to outshine them. You carry that legacy now.”
“But… what if they didn’t drive her away?” one sister asked. Lady Roquefortia’s voice hardened. “What they remember is irrelevant. History is written by the cheese that stirs.”
There was silence.
Then the older sister opened her bag and held out a familiar object: the Origin Map. “We took it from behind the fondue-house cellar wall weeks ago,” she said quietly. “Not the chutney scroll — this is different. But now… I’m not sure it belongs to us alone.”
Lady Roquefortia’s eyes narrowed. Lord StiltonSharp stepped closer. “You’re not going soft, are you?” “No,” said the younger sister. “We just want to know the truth.”
They placed the map on the table. One curl at the corner revealed something new — glowing lines that hadn’t appeared before. A path. Leading not to victory… but to answers.
Outside, the wind shifted. And far away, in Crumbly Bottom, a fondue spoon trembled.
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