A Star(k) Reborn

Chapter 1

Hange thinking is "𝘏𝘶𝘩"

Howard and Maria talking is "𝐇𝐮𝐡"

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The world was dark, warm, and fuzzy-a cocoon of comfort enveloping Hange Zoe. Gradually, the soothing sounds around her began to weave their way into her awareness. The gentle rhythm of a heartbeat echoed in her ears, accompanied by a low, melodic hum.

As she stirred, light filtered in, illuminating her surroundings. She blinked against the brightness, momentarily blinded, and let out a tiny whimper. The softness beneath her was different-she felt weightless, as if suspended in a dream.

A figure loomed above her, a silhouette against the light. As her vision cleared, Hange saw a woman, the woman looked breathtaking, the woman looked so elegant and warm like a flower that just bloomed with its magical colors , that dressed in a flowing dress that highlight her graceful figure. Her soft, wavy hair frames her face, accentuating her kind, expressive eyes that radiate joy and warmth. With a gentle smile, kind eyes and an expression of utter joy. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞" the woman exclaimed, her voice soothing and warm and a smile so hypnotising that made hange's heart flutter with warmth.

Hange felt a surge of recognition.'𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...𝘢𝘮...𝘐? 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴...𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵...𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥...𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵...𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮...𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐...𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮??' her eyes held confusion as The thought floated through her mind made her (Ş¢คrē໓) worried as she squinted up at the unfamiliar face. The sensation of safety wrapped around her, but a familiar tug of anxiety gnawed at her.

The woman cradled her gently in her arms, whispering sweet nothings that felt like a soft lullaby. The warmth of her embrace was comforting, yet she felt a strange dissonance, as if part of her was still trying to grasp the reality of this new existence.

Then, the door swung open with a loud creak, and a man tall and charismatic, seen in a tailored suit that exude confidence. His dark hair is slicked back, framing a chiseled jawline and expressive brown eyes that sparkle with intelligence. He embodies charm and sophistication, always impeccably dressedburst into the room. His presence was vibrant and chaotic, filled with an energy that drew Hange's attention. "𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭??" he called, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush.

"𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝" The woman said as she sighed in frustration but, quickly changed her mood as she held her baby in her arms "𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!" the woman said gently , beaming slightly as she held her up for him to see.

The man leaned closer, his eyes wide with excitement as he held his newborn daughter . "𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬" The woman nodded in understanding as the man turned his attention to his daughter He grinned, a mixture of awe and pride radiating from him looking at her soft features, her soft, wide brown chocolate eyes and her soft fat cheeks, her diamond sharp face structure, her messy short dark brown hair. "𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮...".

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Hange' s eyes danced around the room looking at every inch ,even though her left eye hurt her so much and she couldn't see from it but uncertainty crept in. Her eyes caught a sight of a small Callender in the wall, her blurry eyes tried to pay all her attention to read the numbers because she couldn't understand the words .'𝘈𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 1963' she could finally read the numbers.

As she lay in her woman's or her mother as she finally realized she is reborn as a newborn anyway as she was in her mother's arms, her mind flickered with fragmented memories-snippets of a life filled with battles, strange creatures, and unyielding curiosity. she wondered again '𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘐?'

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫?" Her mother asked, looking up at her father with excitement.

Howard scratched his chin thoughtfully as let out a chuckle. "𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚, 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭," he mused. "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬? 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞?"

At the sound of the familier name, a jolt of recognition surged through Hange. Memories of battles and camaraderie flooded back-her passion for science, her love for understanding the world around her, and her insatiable curiosity. '𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦?'

"𝐘𝐞𝐬!" Her mother exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭."

The name felt right, like a key unlocking something deep within her. Hange smiled, her tiny lips curving into a grin Feeling happy. Her parents noticed it, they smiled too.

"𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞" Howard said, beaming down at her. His wife hummed at him"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭."

With that name came an inexplicable warmth, an affirmation of who she was meant to be. Even as a newborn, Hange felt an unshakeable bond forming, a connection to the spirit of adventure and discovery that had defined her previous life.

As she settled into her mother's arms, Hange listened to the sounds around her-the soft coos of her parents, the gentle rustle of fabric, the hum of machinery in the background. It was a symphony of life, each note resonating within her, filling her with a sense of wonder.

Howard continued to speak, his voice animated as he shared plans for the future. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐝"

In her heart, Hange felt a spark of determination. She couldn't articulate it, but the yearning to create, to learn, and to explore thrummed within her tiny being. This time will be different. I will make the most of it.

Later that day, after being fed and cuddled, Hange lay in her mother's arms, her gaze drifting to the ceiling. The gentle rise and fall of her mother's breaths filled the room, a comforting rhythm that eased her into a state of calm.

In the dim light, Hange watched the shadows dance across the walls, each flicker igniting her imagination.

'𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺' she thought, despite not yet having the words to express it. A small smile went to her small lips.

As night fell, Hange closed her eyes, enveloped in the warmth of her parents' love. The memories of her past life faded like a distant echo, replaced by the comforting presence of her family.

As night fell, Hange lay in her mother's arms, surrounded by the soft glow of lights. The memories of her past life settled like dust, and she felt the weight of her new identity embracing her.

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