As Hina slowly regained consciousness, she was enveloped in the most comforting scent she had ever known. It was a fragrance that seemed to caress her senses, filling her with a sense of warmth and serenity. As she inhaled deeply, she felt a soft touch against her hair, gentle and soothing, like a tender caress from a mother's hand.
With her eyes still closed, Hina savored the sensation, basking in the comforting embrace of the heavenly scent and the gentle touch upon her hair. It was a moment of profound peace, a fleeting glimpse of tranquility amidst the tumultuous journey she had embarked upon.
Slowly, Hina opened her eyes, and to her astonishment, she found herself cradled in the lap of Celestia, the goddess herself. Overwhelmed by the divine presence before her, Hina's heart swelled with reverence and awe.
In a gesture of humility and reverence, Hina bowed her head, her body instinctively bending in obeisance before the celestial being. "My Goddess," she whispered, her voice trembling with reverence.
But Celestia's response was gentle, her voice infused with maternal warmth as she beckoned Hina to rise. "No need for formalities, my daughter," she said, her words carrying a tender reassurance that washed over Hina like a gentle breeze.
Confusion flickered in Hina's eyes as she struggled to comprehend the revelation. "Your daughter?" she echoed, her mind swirling with disbelief.
Celestia smiled softly, her gaze filled with boundless love as she explained the intricacies of their connection. "Yes, my dear. Though your journey may have begun anew in this world, your soul is forever linked to mine."
As Celestia drew closer, enfolding Hina in a warm embrace, the heavenly scent enveloped her once more, filling her with a sense of belonging and acceptance. It was a fragrance imbued with the essence of divine love, a reminder that she was never truly alone.
With a curious tilt of her head, Hina dared to ask the question that had lingered in her heart. "Who is my father?" she ventured, though she knew the answer might elude her.
As the name Carrion fell from Celestia's lips, Hina felt a jolt of disbelief course through her. Her mind reeled at the revelation, struggling to reconcile the divine truth with the mysteries of her past.
"Father?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief and confusion. "Carrion?"
The words hung in the air, a weighty revelation that stirred a whirlwind of emotions within Hina's heart. She had never known her father, never even imagined his identity, and now, to learn that he was none other than Carrion, a figure shrouded in myth and legend, was almost too much to bear.
As Celestia regarded her with a serene expression, Hina felt a surge of questions bubbling within her. Who was Carrion? What had he been like? Why had he left her, and what role had he played in her journey through life and reincarnation?
But before Hina could voice her inquiries, Celestia reached out, her touch gentle yet firm as she placed a comforting hand upon Hina's shoulder. "Do not be afraid, my child," she said, her voice infused with reassurance. "Carrion may be a figure of legend, but he is also your father, bound to you by the threads of fate."
Though Hina's mind still swirled with uncertainty, she found solace in Celestia's words. In that moment, she knew that she was not alone, that her journey was guided by forces beyond her understanding, and that even in the face of uncertainty, she was surrounded by love and divine protection.
With a deep breath, Hina steadied herself, her heart filled with a newfound sense of purpose and determination. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she would face them with courage and resolve, drawing strength from the knowledge that she was not just Hina, the wand-turned-princess, but also the daughter of Carrion and Celestia, bound by destiny to fulfill her divine purpose.
As Hina's mind reeled from the revelation that her father was none other than Carrion, the god of Fire, Earth, Water, Air, and Lightning, she felt a surge of disbelief wash over her. The weight of this newfound knowledge pressed heavily upon her, leaving her senses overwhelmed by the magnitude of what she had just learned.
In the heavenly realm, the air seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, suffusing the space around Hina with a radiant luminescence. The scent of celestial flowers hung in the air, their delicate fragrance mingling with the soft caress of a gentle breeze. Every sound seemed to echo with a divine resonance, as if the very fabric of reality hummed with the power of the gods.
Yet amidst the splendor of the heavenly realm, Hina's mind was consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. Shock coursed through her veins like a lightning bolt, sending shivers down her spine and leaving her heart racing with uncertainty. How could she, a mere mortal, be the offspring of a god—a being of such incomprehensible power and majesty?
As Celestia's words echoed in her mind, Hina's thoughts turned to Phobio, the sinister demonlord who had threatened her world with his dark machinations. The mention of his name sent a chill down her spine, filling her with a sense of foreboding and dread. Who was this enigmatic figure, and what role did he play in the grand tapestry of her destiny?
But before Hina could voice her questions, Celestia spoke once more, her voice tinged with warmth and love. With a gentle reminder that her time in the heavenly realm had come to an end, Celestia bid her daughter farewell, promising to guide her on her journey from afar. And as the heavenly realm began to fade away, enveloped in a blinding light, Hina's heart swelled with a bittersweet mixture of hope and apprehension.
For in that moment, she knew that her path was set before her—that she was destined for greatness, bound by the threads of fate to wield incredible power and shape the world around her. And as she braced herself for the journey ahead, Hina whispered a silent vow to herself: to embrace her destiny, to seek out the truth, and to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and determination. For she was not just Hina, the princess of the academy—she was also the daughter of Carrion and Celestia, destined for greatness beyond her wildest dreams.
*To be continue *