HAIYA—Goddess of Heaven
"Just know this, power is a sword, it cuts both ways."
//Hia was always an odd young girl. She never liked to do anything the "right" way (at least according to everyone else). She…danced to her own drums I suppose you could say. But the main thing is to always believe in you and love who you are—be comfortable with yourself in other words, and this, she was. On an uncertain day, of an uncertain month, of an uncertain year, Hia walked home from her high school as usual, but not everything was normal. She looked over to her left, and across the street, a man was watching her. He was dressed in very strange clothing; a hooded cape all in black, but the hood was down, revealing his bright blonde hair and a blue mark on his forehead. He watched her walk home, and even followed her part of the way. But as soon as she got home, Hia had forgotten all about the stranger.
The next day, she was walking home again, and there was the man again. But this time he'd brought a friend. The other man was dressed similarly, only his cloak was deep midnight blue, and he had a snowy white beard and very little hair. The older man called out to her. "Young lady, would you come here for a moment please?"
Hia was startled. Nothing even resembling a man had ever spoken to her—at all. Other than her teachers and grandfather. (Her father had died due to an unfortunate motorcycle accident.) She squinted at the men, but no matter what she couldn't seem to see if they were carrying any weapons at all.
"No! Who the heck are you anyway?! Some kind of pervert???"
It was the two men's turn to be startled.
"Now see here! We have important business to discuss—and I demand that you come over here at once!"
The younger man laughed and tugged gently on his friend's arm. He said something that Hia couldn't make out. The older man sighed and twisted his beard with old gnarled fingers, thoughtfully.
"Please miss! We really must speak with you!" –the younger man this time.
Hia was just about to leave when she felt herself lift off of the ground and float across the street. She saw the older man put his arms back down and sigh.
"What the – what did you just do?!? How did you do that?!" she screamed, still floating in midair.
"My young friend here, Kiriya, God of peace, he wishes to speak with you. He'd like very much to marry you and make you the Goddess of heaven."
"Whoa whoa whoa…WHAT?!? I don't even know you people!!" Hia yelled.
"Well," said Kiriya. "We have been observing you since you were born. Your personality is exactly what the world needs in a Queen. Of course you will have whatever you could wish for, anything at all. And you would be allowed time with your family and friends, but they must never know your secret. We can have it arranged for alibis to be made, somewhat believable ones even, for your disappearance, so nobody will worry about you, and I will always be glad to help you along the way."
{This Kiriya guy seems nice. And he's kinda cute. but…}
"So what's the catch?"
"Pardon?" Kiriya seemed confused.
"What's in it for you?"
"Oh, well, I would have a lovely wife, and the world would have a much better chance to get itself out of chaos. This is not to say that there would not be hard work for you, but being a God can be fun." Kiriya smiled, his whiter-than-possible teeth sparkling in the springtime sunshine.
"And what's your name?" Hia asked the elder man cautiously.
"My name is Breyr, but you will address me as Lord Breyr, or Your Highness. I've got a few thousand years to hold over your head and you'd better not forget it.
Despite the old man and his words, Hia accepted. This way, she could be herself and still have people care about her.
Hia was later renamed Haiya and she gave birth to three children:
Moro (goddess of beasts)
Yukiko (goddess of ice and snow)
Nohi (god of fire and heat)
"Just know this, power is a sword, it cuts both ways."
//Hia was always an odd young girl. She never liked to do anything the "right" way (at least according to everyone else). She…danced to her own drums I suppose you could say. But the main thing is to always believe in you and love who you are—be comfortable with yourself in other words, and this, she was. On an uncertain day, of an uncertain month, of an uncertain year, Hia walked home from her high school as usual, but not everything was normal. She looked over to her left, and across the street, a man was watching her. He was dressed in very strange clothing; a hooded cape all in black, but the hood was down, revealing his bright blonde hair and a blue mark on his forehead. He watched her walk home, and even followed her part of the way. But as soon as she got home, Hia had forgotten all about the stranger.
The next day, she was walking home again, and there was the man again. But this time he'd brought a friend. The other man was dressed similarly, only his cloak was deep midnight blue, and he had a snowy white beard and very little hair. The older man called out to her. "Young lady, would you come here for a moment please?"
Hia was startled. Nothing even resembling a man had ever spoken to her—at all. Other than her teachers and grandfather. (Her father had died due to an unfortunate motorcycle accident.) She squinted at the men, but no matter what she couldn't seem to see if they were carrying any weapons at all.
"No! Who the heck are you anyway?! Some kind of pervert???"
It was the two men's turn to be startled.
"Now see here! We have important business to discuss—and I demand that you come over here at once!"
The younger man laughed and tugged gently on his friend's arm. He said something that Hia couldn't make out. The older man sighed and twisted his beard with old gnarled fingers, thoughtfully.
"Please miss! We really must speak with you!" –the younger man this time.
Hia was just about to leave when she felt herself lift off of the ground and float across the street. She saw the older man put his arms back down and sigh.
"What the – what did you just do?!? How did you do that?!" she screamed, still floating in midair.
"My young friend here, Kiriya, God of peace, he wishes to speak with you. He'd like very much to marry you and make you the Goddess of heaven."
"Whoa whoa whoa…WHAT?!? I don't even know you people!!" Hia yelled.
"Well," said Kiriya. "We have been observing you since you were born. Your personality is exactly what the world needs in a Queen. Of course you will have whatever you could wish for, anything at all. And you would be allowed time with your family and friends, but they must never know your secret. We can have it arranged for alibis to be made, somewhat believable ones even, for your disappearance, so nobody will worry about you, and I will always be glad to help you along the way."
{This Kiriya guy seems nice. And he's kinda cute. but…}
"So what's the catch?"
"Pardon?" Kiriya seemed confused.
"What's in it for you?"
"Oh, well, I would have a lovely wife, and the world would have a much better chance to get itself out of chaos. This is not to say that there would not be hard work for you, but being a God can be fun." Kiriya smiled, his whiter-than-possible teeth sparkling in the springtime sunshine.
"And what's your name?" Hia asked the elder man cautiously.
"My name is Breyr, but you will address me as Lord Breyr, or Your Highness. I've got a few thousand years to hold over your head and you'd better not forget it.
Despite the old man and his words, Hia accepted. This way, she could be herself and still have people care about her.
Hia was later renamed Haiya and she gave birth to three children:
Moro (goddess of beasts)
Yukiko (goddess of ice and snow)
Nohi (god of fire and heat)