The last wish

Aesir was just happy that he could remember such a fond memory before he completely closed his eyes....

He was slowly closing his eyes and succumbing to death but still he wanted to take a last look at one of the most beloved person in his life, the joy of his heart and the pride of his life, his son Aze Norman a 10 year old prodigy, who was considered a genius among genius. But the kid layed dead right before him with open eyes and a bullet hole in his chest.

Today was truly an unlucky day for the father and child. Since he had shown some sickness Aesir didn't let Aze go to school and took him along for the meeting before taking him to the hospital.

Aesir wished to move and get close to his son but his body had already lost its strength.

He wept in his mind..

" My child your father failed you, my only wish is that you could live on, even if I had to die a million times in your place.. if only you could live on... I couldn't protect you forgive this incompetent dad... if only I had listened to you, if only I hadn't blindly believed that bastard, whom I once called my brother.... Only if I had a second chance... I have lived my whole life in pride, I have never bowed my head before heaven or hell, nor before a God or a Devil.... But I have always given respect to those who deserved it... but at this moment I would bow to any god or devil for the sake of my child.... "

But everything was becoming blurry in his mind, that is when the whole room was affected by a change.... it appeared like time had stopped inside the room, the space became distorted ..... Aesir was hit by severe headache, his muddle headedness was completely replaced by this strong pain he wanted to cry out loud, but his body was still too weak with injuries and blood loss.

Suddenly new memories started appearing in his mind, it was of young man who had lived in an entirely different planet very similar to Thera, but the memories were distorted as if much of it has been eaten away or was corroded, but even within it the last memory of a conversation with the hooded figure was much clear.

Aesir opened his eyes once more there was a spark in his eyes, as if he had seen a small light of hope in the immense darkness.

He was severely injured but for some reason he had gained a little bit of strength, he knew he couldn't hold much longer so he had to do something, suddenly he heard a phone ringing... he crawled from the chair on which he was sitting to his son's body.

When he got close he saw that the wound on his son's body was healing rapidly as if he was never hurt, a small throwing knife was still tightly clutched in one of his hands in a hidden manner.

Aesir was in a big dilemma now, through the memory he understood that, this soul or memory or whatever it was, was supposed to get attached to his son and revive him, maybe not completely, maybe he would not be the same person after revival.

But Aesir still hoped that his son could live on in some way ..... but due to some unforeseen circumstances the soul has entered his body and instead of taking over his body this soul was digested by him.....

Aesir didn't know what to do, He could see that his son's body had healed, the bullet was pushed out leaving behind no scar, but he was not waking up. It was like he was in some kind of a coma.

Aesir was neither a mystic nor a spiritual person who had knowledge related to these things, the only thing that he could do was to take out the phone from his son's pocket.

Aesir's personal phone was taken away after he was severely injured by the enemy, He picked up the call immediately, heavy breathing and a hoarse voice was heard from the other side.