Andover paused to consider his words, "I am not completely certain. Her brother attempted to explain it to me. He kept custody of you when you were a newborn. He told me a child born of two Meta can be born of Ether alone. You were not a child of two Meta, so Pandora gave you her mortal being to bring you to life." Andover's face revealed something Melody often questioned; his affection. The Pacretine continued gently, "Pandora gave you to me so I could care for you and raise you. She left me things to give you at a certain age. They are around this old palace somewhere. I will give them to you in the order Pandora instructed." Andover stood silently watching his daughter react to what she just learned. The Pramacretine stared at her palms. "So," Melody choked out. Her voice was thick with impending tears. "I am The Divine?"
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