I was alone with Peter in the hospital on Azorian territory. Peter was lying in bed, in terrible condition as his entire body was messed up. Bones broken, organs were in bad condition from the sharp part of the staff, not only that but the fact that the dark magic energy was killing him slowly. Being informed of this was terrible news for me.
Bellhic told me that they could try to fix his injuries. Unfortunately, the dark magic would kill him at any second. As a result, these were his dying moments. Bellhic believed that the magic would take effect within the hour. So, these were my last moments with him.
I stood beside him and the bed. He was barely conscious, coughing every few seconds and his voice was rough. I felt tears in my eyes coming, but I pushed them back with all my might. Hank stood by the doorway of the room. Watching me as Peter and I exchanged looks.
"I. . . I don't have any words. . ."
Peter held out his hand to me, which I grabbed with both of my hands. "It's okay. . ."
"Why. . . Why did you do this. . .?" I was beginning to feel guilty. I did this to him, I didn't look after him as I was supposed to. If I would've forced him out, he'd be at home by now. However, he has to spend his last moments on a dragon or alien-like planet to die on. Before I could continue, he interrupted me.
"Because my friend. . I wanted to be like you." Those words hurt me inside, my heart sank. I couldn't express what it felt to hear those words. So unexpected but so honorable. "You were doing stuff nobody else ever thought of doing in their lives. . . I-I wanted to be like that." He coughs and groans in pain. "Did. . . Did I do a good job?"
I nodded my head as I felt tears rushing to my eyes. I felt the tears begin to drip down my cheeks. "Yes. . . You did good." I saw him smile widely in satisfaction. It was a good sign, it meant he could die with dignity. Knowing well that he took the time to save people, or sacrifice himself for the safety of trillions for the worst enemy in the universe.
He decides to reach down into one of his pockets, pulling out the same pamphlet from a few months ago. My eyes stared at it as he lifted it up to me. Hoping for me to take it from his grasp. I couldn't move as I was struggling to process why he was doing it. "Take this. . ." I glanced into his eyes and then the pamphlet. ". . . Please." He pleads.
After a few seconds, I took the pamphlet from his hand. "Please. . . Go to my game." Another tear falls down my cheek, nodding to his plea.
"Okay." This pleases him enough, his hand falling down to his side. Before I knew it, he closed his eyes, loosening his hands. Before I knew it, the monitor started to beep. Signaling to us that Peter has fallen into his last sleep. I watched as the dark magic started to engulf his body and head. After a minute, he begins to disappear along with the magic. Rising upwards into the air and vanishing as soon as it touches the ceiling.
The only thing that was left was the reaper clothing. The tears fell onto the covers. I raised my hand up to my eyes and rub them. Wiping the tears with my hands as I mourn sadly. Hank walks up behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder. Mourning as well as he stared down in the now empty bed.
"It's okay Floyd, he did something well worthy. We should be proud of him." I nod in response, agreeing with him.
"Yeah. . ."
Standing in front of the grave of Peter, buried into the ground beneath. I stare down at it with guilt and an aching feeling inside. I had no words to describe the pain I was in. I didn't even know how I was going to be able to describe what happened to the folks at home. That is if they'll even believe me in the first place.
Remembering back to the news reports back on earth. I felt like if I did tell them, they would think I killed him. I suppose in a way, I did. If it wasn't for this sword coming into my life. Peter would've never thought for a second to sacrifice his life for everyone's safety. Just looking at the sword gave me mixed emotions of both grief and guilt.
Words rushing through my head of, "Power in the hands of mortals must be taken with great responsibility." This sword, despite taking me to this exact moment. I knew that it was my responsibility to do what is right. Even if it means the risk of my loved ones dying for the sake of billions. It was the morality test all over again, but this time was happening right in front of me.
I felt Hank walk up beside me and place his hand on my shoulder. Reminding me that he was also going through the same thing, the morality test. He lost his brother, but risked his own life to stop a powerful threat that'd hurt millions, maybe even billions more.
I turned my head toward him just enough to see half his body. He patted my shoulder, "I know I said this before Floyd, but I'm sorry."
Wiping the tear that was leaking down my cheek. "Thank you. . . You too." He nodded as I was reminded of something folded in one of my pockets. I reached my hand down my pocket and took it out. Unfolding it, I realized what it was and my eyes widened. It was the pamphlet from the football game the day before I got the sword.
Just looking at the pamphlet was enough to make me cry again. Though, I snapped out of it and strengthened myself enough courage to place the pamphlet down on top. To ensure it didn't get blown away, I placed a strong enough rock down on top. I stare down to the grave with the pamphlet and wipe my tears.
I then turn to Hank, motioning me to come with him. I follow him closely behind as I glance over to Hoy's grave beside Peter's. Noticing Hank's broken axe in pieces on it. It was kind of wholesome seeing that Hank left his axe on his brother's grave. Noticing Hoy's nunchucks in Hank's hand told me he was honoring his memory by now using his brother's own weapon.
It comforted me enough to know that Hank was going to work on moving on. Not only that, but strengthening himself to fight forward. His brother might be gone, but his spirit to fight is still there, stronger than ever. It was really nice to know I wasn't alone in this. I'm not going to stop just yet, I'm going to keep fighting until we win this. We now know a war is coming, and we are more ready than anybody for it.
"The Grandmaster has been defeated. . ." A Robanian says, who was sitting at a control station. There was a large crowd of Robanians sitting around in their own stations. They all had expressions of defeat and concern. Each one begins to exchange glances with each other.
"That means-." One Robanian from a few seats away was about to finish their sentence. Although, the large door behind them leading into the control room opened. A familiar figure walks into the room with a full smile. The Robanians all brought their attention to the figure immediately as he walked in.
They begin to speak in a deep and frightening tone. "Yes my fellow companions. It's time." The Robanians grew fear as they met eyes with the figure. They begin to bow their heads to him. "For as I, Hadeon. The rightful creator. . . Has returned!" The Robanians tried to avoid eye contact with Hadeon as he walked to the center of the room.
"Master Hadeon. . ." The last Headmaster from in front of the room spoke. "A war has started. . . Are you sure that-."
"I am sure." Hadeon spoke with confidence. "This will be the greatest war that the universe has ever seen. This will be a perfect time to distract the mortal, while I begin my conquering as new ruler." All of the Robanians and the Headmaster nod their heads.
"Assemble the army and set course for battle." His commanding voice instantly causes all of the Robanians to begin working. Hadeon chuckles as he looks out of the window ahead. A full grin appears on his face of satisfaction. A war was coming, and with Hadeon joining in. Who would even stand a chance? I suppose, maybe. We shall wait and see when the time comes.