The End of the Conflict (IV)

Cold.

Very cold.

Everything around me is dark and cold.

Where am I? What am I doing? How did I came here?

The last thing I remember is...

Right.

I did much more than I was capable of and ended up... dying? That was what happen?

I guess nothing else matters. I tried to give my best but it wasn't enough.

In the end I wasn't able to obtain all the answers that I spent so much time searching for. I wonder if my efforts will be useful.

No, if my life can be of use for someone then I can say that it was worth it.

If my city could recover their peace even if it's just for a moment.

If my final battle served to eliminate the distinctions between normal people and the Spiritist.

If I could prevent that more innocent children suffer the same fate. That reminds me...

Maria, I hope you have a happy life. I'm sorry to break our promise, I would love to see your smile once more. I truly regret not been able to compensate your kindness for helping me.

It's okay, if my sacrifice managed to make the world a better place for you, then everything was worth it.

Now in calm with myself and resigned to the inevitable, there was a change.

Suddenly I started to feel a little heat in my heart. A shine covered slightly the deep darkness that I was submerged on. Slowly I got carried away by the light.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

"I'm alive...?" I said after noticing that I was laying down on a room that I didn't recognize.

My body was covered all over by bandages.

Next to me a familiar face was overflowing with tears when we stared at each other.

"Asriel... you're finally awake!" yelled in the middle of sobbing hugging me.

"Maria? What are you doing here? Where are we?" I asked disconcerted while she only cried holding my chest without letting go, as to not ever leave my side.

"That I can explain" said a man approaching from the corner of the room.

"John? You bring her with you?"

"Exactly. You must have a lot of questions, let me catch you up"

I heard his explanation calmly.

After my battle with Victor, his companions went to confirm the result and then saw that he had died, so they decided to end their aggression on the rebels. Like he had confess before, his abilities let him to exert some kind of mind control on all the members of the cult. Only the 3 on white coats had some degree of resistance against this effect, even so they didn't want to risk their lives for the fear of the power of nullifying their weapons. In the end, either by convenience or another motive nobody in the organization made something to oppose his tyranny.

They must have realized how absurd was to make a distinction between Spiritist and normal people, we're all humans. Brothers, sons, fathers, likewise we have our families and share the same feelings.

After realizing that I was dying his ex bodyguard, one of the ones on white kept me on some sort of stasis field, which prevent things to get worse, although on the same way neither had the means to heal me.

It was impossible for conventional medicine to treat my wounds, in the instant he cancelled his skill I would have died a few seconds later.

Meanwhile the situation on the city normalized, the rebels were able to get an agreement with the Spiritist and the rest of the exiled people managed to go back to their homes.

At the third day and like it has been a miracle Maria and John arrived, who where worried for what could have happen and decided to follow me to the capital. After getting here everything was better and there weren't inconveniences on entering, then they asked about my whereabouts and soon told them my exploits and brought them with me.

Maria spent days healing me without any rest, my wounds were too serious passing the point of no return. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be alive, she has saved me once more. She fainted of exhaustion when I was no longer on state of danger.

In the meantime John was asking the former members of the cult in search of information, clearing certain doubts that he had respecting her.

In the end he only came to a single conclusion of many unanswered questions, she posses an exceptional gift. Even within all the Spiritist on the capital and the ones who passed away rebelling against the totalitarianism regime, no one had a way of healing like she has. Victor was very careful of checking every ability of the new Spiritist that appeared inside the city. Probably he realized the enormous potential that a skill like that would have gave him.