Hiraga a dû admettre qu'elle était peu impressionnée par le fait que Ben l'a vue à travers elle. Il semblerait qu'il ait au moins été minutieux lorsqu'il a tenté de comprendre ce qui s'est passé. Néanmoins, elle ne serait pas satisfaite tant qu'elle n'aurait pas su ce qu'il avait prévu, et elle n'était pas moins troublée par le débat sur l'éthique. La déesse pouvait sympathiser - elle voulait que la Terre soit restaurée plus que n'importe qui. Mais elle ne le ferait pas au risque de le blesser davantage, et jusqu'à ce qu'elle connaisse les moyens par lesquels il entendait accomplir cela, elle ne serait pas facilement éjectée.
"Qui suis-je? C'est moi que tu respires. C'est moi dont tu marches sur la peau. La main qui vous nourrit. Celui qui a été réduit de pouce par pouce depuis que mes chers frères et sœurs ont infesté mon royaume et y ont fait ruiner." Elle a dit, sa voix traduisant clairement au-dessus des airs, tambours dans les oreilles de Ben. "J'ai déjà été trop tard pour arrêter un idiot qui se croyait mieux que quiconque de profaner mon royaume. Lui aussi pensait qu'il le faisait pour le bien de tous! Et il fut puni pour son arrogance!» Le ton autrefois neutre d'Hiraga avait maintenant une touche de colère.
Son regard suivant l'endroit où il allait, sa colère s'amplifie. "Occupé de jouir de l'immortalité, n'est-ce pas? Si vite d'oublier que tous les Douze ne sont pas tombés. C'est
Je le suis.
Toujours.
Ici."
Hiraga s'est approchée avec son bras et a fermé le poing. Le sol autour de l'homme offensif semblait s'animer et l'envelopper, le séparant de la femme qu'il ennuyait et l'élevant à plusieurs pieds de l'air avant de se solidifier dans une nouvelle formation rocheuse, pendant l'homme indécent à l'envers pour que chacun puisse voir et rire. Son étourdissement surpris a perturbé Hiraga, de sorte qu'un des rochers a vite trouvé que c'était bien autour de sa bouche, le faisant taire. Alors que l'œil public était distrait par sa punition pour lui, Hiraga s'est déplacée dans la forme imposante de l'un de ses dryads, maintenant légèrement imposant sur Ben.

Elle s'est légèrement abaissée, les deux maintenant d'un œil à l'autre, la femme voisine semble oubliée. Avant que je te laisse faire quoi que ce soit dans mon pays, Benjamin Crowly, tu me diras ce que tu as l'intention de faire, et tu devras me convaincre que c'est sûr. Parce que si vous avez l'intention de faire quelque chose d'imprudent, vous serez réduit au silence avant qu'une idée folle puisse prendre racine." elle a averti avec une vague à l'homme suspendu, son ton plus d'avertissement plutôt que de menacer.
Name: Hiraga
Also known as: The Third; The Guardian; Gaia
Age: Ancient
God status: Godess of Nature
Parents: Sun - Moon
Sexuality: She cares not for these things! She is already soulbound to Earth, and there is no space for anyone or anything else left.
Personality:
The guardian goddess is connected to Earth, its state directly affecting her mood. In general, she is non-conflicting and among the Gods can be considered neither good nor evil. She has no mercy however, and her judgement is always an eye for an eye. Should someone decide to strip mine a mountain range and fall large forests to build machines of war, they will find their shipyards claimed by beasts of the seas and their factories swallowed by fissures caused by an earthquake. As such, she is as a rather unpredictable element, as much an agent of order as she is of chaos.
On a personal level, if one doesn’t give her any grief, Hiraga is a pleasant fellow. Her favorite era of human history was the time when Queen Victoria ruled in England, when the Guardian enjoyed long talks sat near a fireplace in a leather chairs, enjoying a glass of whisky old enough to order its own whisky. She is a philosopher and preserver, although once upon a time she might amuse herself by playing harmless tricks on clueless humans.
True form:
Hiraga is a shape shifter, however the form she was born in is an ethereal being looking like a small intangible star, however no one else has ever seen her as such. It is an awe inspiring appearance that fills good hearts with peace and evil ones with fear.
Form on Earth:
Her representative form is that of a giant white tiger, but the Guardian takes on many forms depending on what suits her at the moment. If she needs to travel she finds the wings of a dragon the fastest, but when speaking to a human, she might look just like one of them.
Powers:
Hiraga is the Nature’s guardian: If everything is well on Earth, her own powers are weakening, to the point of falling into slumber in what could be called a ‘golden age’. However if the land suffers, the goddess’ wrath will rain upon those responsible in force unmatched. If the world would be nearing its End, she would gain the power to bring judgement day, destroy the original world and remake it anew from her own essence, albeit sacrificing herself in the process. Even prior to the war, nobody dared to think what would happen to Earth if she was slain, and no one was certain she could be.
To her followers she offers the gift of reincarnation, having the power to anchor their soul in a new body. Those who are offered and choose to receive it are remade as beings and beasts of myths that aid her watch the land. While she is not omniscient, she has the ability to glimpse the life of any given soul to pass judgement on it.
Weapon:
The Third wields a gem that she enchanted with a part of her own power. The gem allows anyone who bears it to transmute elements and stay eternally young. During the ages it has been known by many names, such as the philosopher’s stone or the holy grail.
History (Pre-war):
The eldest of the goddesses, Hiraga chose to reside on Earth long before the others were bound to it, seeking a realm of her own once her elder brothers claimed the heavens. She bound herself to Earth, condemning herself to forever remain on its surface unable to ever enter heaven or the underworld again. It had an unforeseen effect on her, as events on Earth started to limit her own powers.
Weak or asleep for majority of her time, she had nearly forgotten about her siblings when Amare brought them all to her realm. Unfortunately, Humanity was also at the peak of its prosperity and since 1945 Hiraga was in slumber deeper than any before, unable to see the threat this gathering posed in time.
History (Post-war):
The war was a rough wake-up call, but alas it was too late. Before the guardian could act, the damage was already done and her precious Earth was forever scarred. Seething in anger and weeping with sorrow, she sought out her brethren to deliver justice for such a heinous act, but all she found was evidence that Destiny delivered it for her.
Ever since then, Hiraga has been using her now considerable power to slowly heal the land, but Amare had one final hurdle to throw under the feet of her effort: The mortals were now rising to be new gods, some heading on the same path as Amos before them. Not making the same mistake twice, Hiraga keeps watch and hunts down everyone who would dare to harm her realm.
Other:
Hiraga’s symbol is the last letter of any alphabet, a silent reminder that no one should upset her, or it may be the last action they ever take.
She is not fond of Amare, blaming the youngest for the cataclysm that befell Earth. Without his meddling, Amos would not have been shaped into the monster he become.