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“I am Ru’than. A primordial reborn, again and again, waiting for the day I could right my wrong.”
I could barely process his words before he collapsed, the light around him dimming, but I knew one thing, I couldn’t lose him. Not my Jo. He would always be my Jo.
“Don’t leave me, mijo. You can’t do this,” I choked out. “Please, Jo.”
His beautiful brown eyes, always so gentle and kind, gazed at me with deep, profound love.
I held his hand to my face, begging him. “I can’t live in this world without you, mijo.” I choked on a sob, hyperventilating between my cries. “None of us can.”
“I can’t die, Reagan. Not truly.” A weak smile formed as the last of the light faded from him, his eyes closing for a final time. “We’ll meet again one day. I promise.”
The darkness consumed him, and the blinding light exploded around me.
I screamed into the void, the desperate cry transferring into the world, before I took in a heaving gasp, and my back arched off the ground.
“Reagan!” Caius shouted, pulling me up and enclosing me in his arms.
“Caius,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around him, never wanting to let go. When I looked over his shoulder, the crushing pain of loss instantly hit me.
Clara sat rocking Jo’s lifeless body, cradling him in her embrace while she whispered in his ear.
Caius released me, and I crawled over to them, the tears of my time in the void appearing for real.
“He saved you,” she whispered with a shaky voice. “Jo saved you ...”
“Ru’than,” I said softly, looking at Caius. His mouth fell open in shock. “He was Ru’than.”
“How?”
“He chose an existence in a mortal body, waiting to atone for his actions. For your banishment.”
Eres left the edge of my mind, for once, giving me privacy while I told them everything, not skipping a single detail. The dream of Abyssian. Everything he told me, and all that Jo had shared. Caius had scooted next to me, his hand on my back while we huddled around my cousin.
“What did he mean when he said he can’t die?” I asked Caius, stroking Jo’s hair.
“He gave up his primordial powers. He’ll live as a god,” he whispered. “Forever.”
“How will I see him again?”
With sad eyes, he shook his head. “I don’t know.”
I nodded, knowing that was the only answer I would ever get. Leaning over him, I kissed his forehead, saying my goodbye. Softly, I sang to him, Arrorró mi niño, the lullaby Tía Celeste sang to him every night.
Arrorró mi niño, /Hush-a-bye, my child,
arrorró mi sol, /Hush-a-bye, my sun,
arrorró pedazo, /Hush-a-bye, oh piece
de mi corazón./ Of my heart
Este niño lindo / This pretty child
se quiere dormir / Wants to sleep
háganle la cuna / Make him a cradle
de rosa y jazmín / of rose and jasmine.
