The Witch Queen Who Loved a Boy from Another World

This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, and settings are either from my imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

The story, "The Witch Queen Who Loved a Boy from Another World ", is my original creation and is not copied from or based on any existing copyrighted work. Please do not copy, repost, or distribute this story without my permission.

Chapter 1: The Transfer Student

Prologue:

The stars shimmered like scattered diamonds over the endless sky of Eldoria—a realm ruled not by men, but by magic.

At the heart of a grand palace floating above silver clouds stood a girl cloaked in midnight silk. Her golden hair rippled in the night wind, her violet eyes reflecting both wisdom and loneliness. She was Celestia Moonveil, crowned Witch Queen of Eldoria—feared by enemies, adored by her people, and utterly alone.

The Moon Mirror stood before her, glowing with ancient magic. It showed her not kingdoms or war, but a quiet street under electric lights… and a boy.

He walked to school with his hands in his pockets, tie crooked, hair a mess, face calm and distant. Just another boy in the crowd—except to Celestia. Because when their eyes met through the mirror’s magic, time froze.

A spark. A strange flutter in her chest.

"He’s the one," the mirror whispered.

Celestia touched the glass, heart pounding.

“I don’t care what the prophecy says,” she whispered. “I’ll find him. Even if I have to leave this world behind.”

Haruto Akiyama liked quiet mornings.

The soft clatter of vending machines. The predictable murmur of early trains. The half-dead silence of students shuffling into class with sleep still clinging to their eyes.

It was peaceful. Boring, maybe—but boring was good. Boring didn’t randomly explode.

Unfortunately, this morning… felt cursed.

“Did you hear about the new transfer student?” Yuki Nakamura asked as they crossed the school gate.

Haruto gave a mild shrug. “No. Should I care?”

Yuki leaned closer like a gossiping aunt. “She’s weird, dude. Like, anime-level weird. She showed up in a carriage—A CARRIAGE—with glowing wheels. The janitor swore the driver vanished into smoke. Also, she might have a British accent. Or a curse.”

Haruto narrowed his eyes. “...You just described a Disney villain.”

“Exactly!”

Haruto sighed and walked faster, hoping Yuki’s imagination was just running wild again. But the feeling—the odd one that something was off—kept gnawing at him.

As they reached the classroom, his teacher stood at the front with the kind of stiff smile she only wore when something was about to go spectacularly wrong.

“Everyone, please settle down,” she said, clapping her hands. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be respectful. She’s… adjusting to our culture.”

Murmurs filled the air. The door opened.

And then silence.

Every breath in the room paused as the girl stepped in.

She wasn’t wearing the school uniform.

Instead, she wore a flowing navy-blue dress embroidered with stars, a cape that shimmered like nightfall, and boots that looked hand-crafted by elves. A wide-brimmed witch hat sat atop her long, golden hair, curling gently at the tips. Her eyes were a glowing amethyst that didn’t just look at you—they saw you.

Haruto's stomach dropped when those eyes landed directly on him.

She smiled.

“I am Celestia Moonveil,” she said, her voice a melodic blend of elegance and power. “Queen of the Witchlands of Eldoria… but you may call me Celestia.” She curtsied, the folds of her dress rippling like magic. “It is an honor to study in your… mortal academy.”

Half the class dropped their pens.

“Did she say queen?”

“Is this cosplay?!”

“Wait… is this a prank show?!”

Celestia turned to the teacher and whispered something. The teacher blinked, nodded slowly, and then gestured to the empty seat beside Haruto.

“You’ll be sitting next to… Akiyama-kun.”

She practically glided across the room. As she sat beside him, her perfume—soft like lavender and wildflowers—tickled his nose.

Celestia leaned in, lips close to his ear. “I have found you,” she whispered.

Haruto stiffened. “...I don’t even know you.”

“But I know you,” she replied with a dreamy smile. “And soon, you will know me. Destiny demands it.”

Great, Haruto thought, I’m sitting next to a beautiful, possibly delusional witch.

The rest of the class passed in a daze.

Celestia didn’t understand math, called the teacher “Professor of Numbers,” and turned her notebook into a small bird by accident. When asked to introduce herself again during homeroom, she summoned a rose from thin air and presented it to Haruto with the words:

“To my chosen one.”

By lunch, rumors were flying. Was she an actress? A rich noble? A cult leader?

Yuki was losing his mind. “Bro. BRO. She literally turned a gum wrapper into a butterfly. I SAW IT.”

Haruto just stared at his sandwich.

“Why me?” he muttered. “Why not the student council president or something?”

As if on cue, Celestia appeared beside him again, sliding into the seat with regal grace.

“You wonder why fate led me to you,” she said gently. “I don’t know the full answer either. But when I saw you through the Moon Mirror… I felt something I’ve never felt before.”

He blinked. “The Moon what?”

“You’ll understand in time.” She rested her chin on her hand, watching him with amusement. “Though you’re less romantic than I hoped.”

“I just want a normal life,” he muttered.

Celestia smiled.

“Too late.”

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The Witch Queen Who Loved a Boy from Another World

This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, and settings are either from my imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

The story, "The Witch Queen Who Loved a Boy from Another World ", is my original creation and is not copied from or based on any existing copyrighted work. Please do not copy, repost, or distribute this story without my permission.

Chapter 2: The Witch Queen and the Bento Box

Haruto Akiyama had always considered himself an expert at avoiding attention.

He mastered the art of blending into the background, scored average grades on purpose, and perfected a face that said “Please don’t talk to me.” And for seventeen quiet years, his method worked.

Until she showed up.

Celestia Moonveil, the newly transferred student, self-proclaimed Witch Queen of Eldoria, sat beside him as if she'd ruled that desk for centuries. Her every move shimmered with elegance, mystery… and the promise of disaster.

At first, Haruto thought she was delusional. But then she turned a crumpled worksheet into a living paper crane. And it winked at him before flying out the window.

Now, Haruto had no idea what to think.

---

The first half of the day dragged like a spell gone wrong.

“Multiply both sides by x,” the teacher explained, tapping the board.

Celestia tilted her head. “She seeks to capture this ‘x’ with multiplication? Fascinating.”

Haruto lowered his head onto his textbook. “Please stop talking.”

“I only seek to understand your mortal incantations.”

“It’s algebra. Not incantations.”

Celestia looked genuinely disappointed. “Then why does the board hum faintly when she writes?”

Haruto looked. It didn’t hum.

Or… had he just never noticed?

He rubbed his temples. Maybe he was going insane.

---

When lunch break finally came, Haruto escaped to the school rooftop—the one place he could usually count on for silence. The spring wind brushed gently against his face, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax.

Until the door creaked open.

He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“I have brought an offering,” said Celestia, her voice proud. “As is the custom of Earth maidens pursuing affection.”

He turned. In her hands was a golden-trimmed lunchbox that seemed to glow.

“I thought you didn’t even know what a convenience store was yesterday.”

“I didn’t,” she admitted. “So I summoned my royal kitchen staff from the other side using a minor spatial ripple. Nothing excessive. The lunch should be intact.”

“You ripped space… for lunch?”

“For you,” she corrected.

Haruto stared.

She opened the box with a swirl of sparkles that vanished as soon as they appeared.

Inside were star-shaped rice balls that glittered faintly, egg rolls shaped like crescent moons, and soft blue jelly that wobbled like it had a soul. One of the carrots blinked before it turned into steam.

“…Is this safe?” Haruto asked.

Celestia nodded confidently. “Tested on three palace advisors. Two survived. One turned into a flower but seemed happy.”

“…Comforting.”

But curiosity—and hunger—got the better of him. He picked up a rice ball and took a cautious bite.

It was… amazing. Sweet with a hint of citrus, soft but warm. He blinked.

“This is good,” he muttered.

Celestia smiled so wide, the sun seemed to reflect in her eyes. “Then… does your heart now flutter?”

Haruto snorted. “No. My stomach flutters. That’s different.”

She leaned in closer, eyes shining. “I’ll make your heart flutter next time.”

“Please don’t.”

---

They ate in silence for a while. Or rather—Haruto ate. Celestia sipped something purple from a floating teacup and stared at the sky like she was listening to secrets the clouds told only her.

“Can I ask something?” he finally said.

She looked at him curiously.

“Why me? You keep saying ‘destined’ and ‘chosen,’ but I’m just… some guy. I’m not special.”

Celestia blinked, then set her cup down.

“In my world,” she said softly, “the Moon Mirror only reveals one person in a generation—the one who can change the fate of a queen’s heart. The moment I saw you, I knew.”

Haruto flushed. “That sounds way too romantic for me.”

“Romance is powerful magic,” she replied. “Stronger than war. Stronger than time.”

He looked away, unsure how to respond.

“You’re serious about this,” he finally said.

“Completely.”

“But I’m not a prince. Or a knight. I don’t have powers. I can’t even cook rice properly.”

Celestia chuckled. “That’s why I came. Not to make you magical… but to be beside you as you are.”

It wasn’t the answer he expected. Or one he could dismiss.

Before he could say anything else, a chill brushed over the rooftop like a cloud passed through them.

Celestia stiffened.

Haruto noticed her eyes narrow, her hand subtly touching the gem around her neck.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something crossed the veil,” she said, standing slowly. “Something not meant to be here.”

---

Elsewhere…

A shadow loomed in a dim alley not far from the school.

A swirling vortex of dark smoke formed, spitting sparks as a figure stepped through. Robed in black and crimson, with glowing red eyes and silver hair flowing like mist, the man smirked.

“So this is the world Celestia chose?” he muttered. “How quaint.”

He raised one hand. Shadows crept along the brick walls like vines searching for prey.

“Let the games begin.”

---

Back on the rooftop…

Haruto and Celestia returned to class without incident. But the air felt off.

Even Yuki noticed.

“Hey, did the lights flicker earlier? Or was I just hungry?”

Haruto didn’t answer. He kept glancing sideways at Celestia, who was still smiling but… tense. Like a soldier at a royal banquet.

---

Later, after school…

“Haruto,” she said, walking beside him as they exited the gates, “if something strange happens—something unnatural—you must promise to stay behind me.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“Because,” she said, holding up a glowing crystal pendant, “you may be normal. But someone has already noticed you.”

Haruto blinked.

“…What does that mean?”

“It means,” she whispered, “your quiet life may be over.”

---

To Be Continued...

The Witch Queen Who Loved a Boy from Another World 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, and settings are either from my imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

The story, "The Witch Queen Who Loved a Boy from Another World ", is my original creation and is not copied from or based on any existing copyrighted work. Please do not copy, repost, or distribute this story without my permission.

Chapter 3: Shadows Between the School Bells

Haruto had only one thought as he lay in bed that night:

“My life is spiraling.”

Up until two days ago, his biggest problem was accidentally forgetting his math homework. Now? He had a magical queen living in his world, sitting beside him in class, feeding him celestial bento lunches, and warning him that something “not of this realm” had crossed into Earth.

He rolled onto his side.

“Maybe it’s all a dream,” he mumbled.

But the glowing paper crane from his pencil case blinked at him and chirped softly.

“…Right.”

---

The next morning.

Haruto arrived at school early, mostly to avoid the magical chaos that seemed to follow Celestia like perfume. But as he entered the gates, he found something… odd.

The campus felt unusually quiet. The air was thick, like the moment before a thunderstorm. His classmates moved slower, eyes distant. A faint, dark mist clung to the corners of the building like an invisible fog only he could see.

“Okay… definitely not normal,” Haruto muttered.

Then he saw her.

Celestia stood at the center of the courtyard, her hair shimmering faintly like starlight. She looked deadly serious, hands folded behind her back, a floating rune circling her left wrist.

“You sense it too,” she said without turning.

Haruto swallowed. “That’s not a cold front, is it?”

“No. A presence slipped through the veil last night,” she said. “And it’s already begun warping reality.”

“Warping what?”

She finally turned to him, eyes glowing faintly.

“This place… it’s not just a school anymore. It’s become a doorway.”

---

Meanwhile… in the third-floor music room

The shadows curled unnaturally, despite the morning sun outside. The instruments in the room stood silent—except one.

A grand piano began playing itself. The tune was haunting, a melody that didn’t quite belong.

Then, the mist took shape.

From it stepped the robed figure—the man who had crossed through the veil. His silver hair flowed like liquid moonlight, and his crimson eyes gleamed with mischief.

“So this is Earth,” he murmured. “Lacking elegance… but ripe with energy.”

He extended a hand. The piano exploded into a swirl of black notes that vanished into his palm.

“Let’s greet my dear Celestia properly.”

---

Back in Class 2-B

Haruto tried to pay attention. Really. But it was hard to focus when his magical desk neighbor was quietly tracing runes onto her textbook and whispering to floating crystals behind her pencil case.

Also, the classroom clock had been ticking backward for the past five minutes.

Yuki raised a hand. “Sensei, why is it 8:66 AM?”

The teacher stared blankly. “That’s… not a real time.”

Celestia stood abruptly. “Everyone. Out of the classroom. Now.”

Haruto blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I’m detecting distortion energies converging here. This room’s being targeted.”

Before anyone could argue, a loud creak echoed from the hallway.

The classroom door opened by itself. Mist spilled in like a living creature.

And then… the lights went out.

---

The windows darkened. Desks trembled.

From the mist, a shape emerged—tall, elegant, and impossibly calm.

“Well, well,” said the intruder. “Still as dramatic as ever, Celestia.”

Celestia’s eyes narrowed. “Lazriel.”

Haruto looked between them. “Wait—you know this guy?”

“He’s a former Archmage of the Eldorian Court,” Celestia said. “Exiled for trying to conquer two dimensions.”

“Three,” Lazriel corrected with a smirk. “I had ambition.”

He turned toward Haruto.

“So… this is the human you crossed realms for?”

Haruto raised a hand awkwardly. “Uh, hi?”

Lazriel tilted his head. “Doesn’t look like much.”

Celestia stepped in front of Haruto, cape billowing.

“Touch him, and I’ll seal you in the abyss again.”

Lazriel chuckled. “Relax. I only came to say hello. But since you’re feeling so defensive—”

He snapped his fingers.

The shadows surged forward.

---

Celestia’s magic flared.

In a blink, a glowing barrier surrounded her and Haruto. The shadows slammed into it, hissing like smoke on fire.

“I knew you wouldn’t come just to talk,” she said.

Lazriel smiled. “You know me well.”

Then he vanished into the mist, which retreated down the hallway like a wave pulled back by the tide.

The lights flickered back on.

Yuki stood frozen, holding a chair like a weapon.

“…Did I miss something?”

Later that day, on the rooftop again…

Haruto sat on the bench, legs still trembling.

Celestia joined him, offering a small tea cup.

“This blend calms nerves,” she said.

“Is it safe?”

“It only makes your ears glow if you drink three cups.”

“…I’ll risk one.”

He sipped.

Silence fell between them, the spring breeze brushing past like nothing had happened.

But they both knew everything had changed.

“Why is he here?” Haruto finally asked.

Celestia’s gaze was distant. “Because if he gains access to both worlds… he can merge them. No borders. No rules. Just chaos.”

“And I’m stuck in the middle of this?”

She looked at him gently. “You’re not just in the middle, Haruto. You’re the reason I’m here. Which means… he’ll come for you again.”

Haruto rubbed his face. “I just wanted to survive high school.”

She smiled. “Then I suggest learning some defensive spells.”

He froze. “Wait—me?”

Her grin widened. “Why not? I’ll teach you.”

“I can barely handle math.”

“And yet, you handled a magical lunch. You’re already braver than most.”

He groaned. “I’m doomed.”

Celestia held out her hand. “You’re not alone.”

After a pause… he took it.

To be continued…