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Hydrancea, a princess whose legs are paralyzed, as she tries to live a peaceful life away from the public eye while still holding onto her power.

 However, her life takes a dramatic turn when an organization committed to disrupting the natural order of life sets off a destructive act of arson. 

The gods are enraged, but the celestials, who love humanity, decide to intervene to undo the damage. In the midst of this chaos, a prophecy emerges involving a weapon, a sacrifice, and the destruction of the world. 

Hydrancea Adelle Celeste Arielle is the central figure in this prophecy, and her fate becomes intertwined with the fate of the world as the story unfolds.

The  Paralysed princess

As the Hydrancea immersed herself in the details of her wheelchair blueprints, Mary entered the room, bearing the requested parchment, quilt, and ruler.

" Thanks , Mary " Hydrancea said as she grabbed the quilt , she was going to make the perfect Wheel-chair . she then turnted to look at Mary

" Can you place that blanket over here and open the windows ?" Mary quickly scurried to open the windows and as she did ,The radiant beams illuminated a picturesque scene – brown-tinted leaves and yellow grasses swaying beneath the canvas of a clear blue sky.

"Wow, it looks amazing," hydrancea exclaimed, turning to find Mary's surprised expression.

"Why the surprise, Mary?" hydrancea asked , obviously curious about Mary's expression,

"Miss, you never liked the light before. Seeing the outside used to make you frown," Mary explained.

A sigh escaped her lips as she realized the burden placed on a 12-year-old's shoulders.

Hydrancea must have felt the sadness of not being able to walk and play like other children

Understanding , what her miss might be thinking about, tears welled up in Mary's eyes, streaming down her face, unable to contain her emotions.

"Mary, please don't cry for me," she urged, grappling with the awkwardness of the heartfelt moment.

"Mary, High highness calls for you " as sound resounded from behind them both .

"Yes, your highness , please do not think about this anymore ! you will get better " Mary replied, covering her eyes as she exited, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

As Mary left, the princess muttered to herself, acknowledging the unexpected display of emotion, swiftly clearing her mind, and focused on the blueprints.

In the grandeur of the imperial palace, a messenger announced the arrival of Princess Hydrangea's personal maid.

"Let her in," the regal voice of the monarch commanded.

Mary entered, offering a bow and greetings in reverence.

"Glory to the sun of the empire," she said.

The monarch permitted her to raise her head, inquiring about the reason for her presence.

"Your Majesty, our princess's behavior has changed," Mary reported.

The monarch, engrossed in a document, looked up in curiosity.

"Say that again," the ruler demanded.

"She opened her windows again," Mary repeated.

To some, it might seem trivial, but for Princess Hydrangea, opening the windows marked a profound change. The young princess, confined by her inability to walk, had always harbored an aversion to glimpsing the outside world. This simple act signified a significant shift in her demeanor.

"She opened her windows again!!!" the monarch exclaimed, astonished.

The quilt slipped from their hands as He stood up, walking toward a painting of the late empress, Celeste. A mix of emotions overwhelmed them as they whispered, "Celeste, our daughter is back. Our precious daughter is back."

Celeste, a strong and benevolent figure, had left an indelible mark on the monarch's heart.

The late empress had bestowed upon them a daughter, Hydrangea, who now, against all odds, seemed to be rediscovering life and light within the confines of the imperial palace.

A Legacy to bear