Christa Reborn - The Saga's Final Goodbye

[Strazio Rockwell]

Finality.

So this was the conclusion to Isaac's grand journey of repentance? Melanie was still dead and hehad turned his nose up at the only true offer to resurrect her. His stomach balled itself up tight, his intestines tied knots in his gut. The other secondaries were now primes, every one of them except for the old man. He held out his hand and tried to summon the familiar rainbow substance into existence. Nothing, not even a single speck of omnilium sparkled in his hand. The miracle material from which wishes were made manifest was so very far from his reach. The entire Omniverse was built upon this wondrous substance and he turned down an offer to become a manipulator of it.

Some would say he was a fool.

To finally meet God and refuse his generosity was something that only a fool would do. Perhaps he was a fool, but perhaps he was just a tired old man. Omni had promised him the ability to bring his wife back from the dead, and yet he felt that it was nothing more than a false life. Melanie died in his arms, he had felt her last breath slip from her chest. Brought by death was a finality that even omnilium couldn't erase. If she lived once more, was she truly his wife or just a well made facsimile?

Isaac watched Christa's reunion from afar. His heart skipped a beat as Christa began to cry. Katia was alive, more importantly Katia was real. At least in her sister's eyes the girl was no longer dead, through the miracle of omnilium she was once again amongst the living. A weak smile crawled across the old man's lips, at least Christa found peace. She held her sister tight and promised her a better life. Could he have done that for Melanie? Could he have held her tight knowing that she was nothing more than a recreation made from omnilium? Was he strong enough to lie to his wife a second time? The world hadn't changed, the empire still slaughtered innocent people and the Omniverse was still full of death and violence.

The old man sighed, “perhaps some things aren't meant to change.”

Perhaps it was time to let go.

The others had begun to gather around Christa and test their new found abilities. Primes, all of them immortal and powerful primes. The Bloodlance sauntered over to the group, his clothing was still tattered a grimy, but his eyes held a certain spark that told the world he was still alive. From his chest hung scraps of crimson cloth, a grim reminder of his past. Katia looked up at him as he placed a hand on Christa's shoulder.

“I think that's the first time I've seen you truly happy Christa, it's a good thing,” he nodded over at Katia, “it is a pleasure to meet you Katia, your sister has told me all about you, and don't worry it was nothing but good things.”