Brave Story - Miyuki Miyabe [368]
Wataru lay him gently down atop the lake in the Swamp of Grief. Lying down, his eyes closed, Mitsuru seemed that much closer to death.
There was nothing left for Wataru to do. Mitsuru wanted to be alone.
Then a memory surfaced in the back of his mind. The quiet forest, where he had said his goodbyes to Kutz…
“Mitsuru.”
“What?”
“Can I…pray for you?”
“I don’t need prayers.”
“Just let me, okay?”
Mitsuru’s eyes opened. They fixed on Wataru.
“Please,” Wataru said.
“Do what you want.”
Wataru reached out his right hand and grabbed Mitsuru’s. He placed his other hand on his friend’s forehead.
Now do I remember the words?
Wataru began to speak, hesitantly at first. “We are the children of the Goddess. We leave the dust of the earth, and rise to you.”
Mitsuru had once again closed his eyes. Wataru gently brushed his forehead.
“Light most pure, source and mother of all, lead us now. Light the darkness at the feet of this traveler who now comes to join you.” Wataru grabbed Mitsuru’s fingers tightly. “Little child, child of the land. Do you repent your trespasses in the Goddess’s eyes?” Wataru’s lips trembled, the words came haltingly. Whenever he spoke, the back of his throat burned. I can’t cry, not now, he commanded himself. There was a moment of silence, during which the only thing Wataru could hear was his own ragged breathing. Then, he saw Mitsuru’s mouth move.
“Yes,” he said. He answered the prayer. He said yes. He repents.
Wataru’s vision blurred with tears, and he swallowed. “Do you repent your sins as a child of man, the conflict, the anger, the empty struggle, the foolish ignorance?”
This time, the pause was shorter. “Yes,” Mitsuru said again.
“Do you repent the lies, your own greed, your failure to accept the glory that the Goddess has given unto the children of man?”
“Yes.”
Wataru could no longer stop the tears. “Here then your penance is done, your sins upon the land wiped clean as you were at birth. Know peace, child of man, for you will surely be called into that eternal light’s embrace.” Tears like rivers down his face, Wataru finished the prayer. “Vesna esta holicia. Though a child of man knows time, life itself is eternal.”
Mitsuru’s mouth moved slowly. “Those words…”
“Huh?”
“Vesna…esta holicia. Do you know what they mean?”
Wataru shook his head.
“Until you shine through…again…” Mitsuru muttered, his eyes closed. “Goodbye.”
However many times they had said goodbye before, Wataru knew this one would be the last.
Mitsuru slowly began to fade. The mist gathered as it had before. It wrapped around him and covered him in its gentle embrace. Growing pure and luminescent, the mist took in Mitsuru’s life.
On his knees, Wataru wept as he watched Mitsuru’s outline fade. Then he noticed a single ray of light shining from above his head. It was like the light from a small spotlight, as large as his fist. It shone a pale, warm gold, coming down to the dissolving Mitsuru like a hand reaching out.
Mitsuru noticed its touch. Wrapped in mist, his head moved, his face lifting slightly upward. Half-closed eyelids opened again. A small circle of light shone into his eyes.
This light—could it be?
A sudden realization hit him. Wataru swallowed and a warm feeling of security rose in him.
When we die, we become light. A light shining upon the ground. Until the day we are born again.
This light was surely Mitsuru’s sister. His little sister, the one he wanted to bring back to the real world so badly, the one for whom he wanted to change his destiny. She had come back to Mitsuru.
She had come to welcome him.
Mitsuru seemed to understand this too. He smiled faintly. His fingers twitched weakly, moving to meet the light—like he was trying to grab his sister’s hand.
“Go with your brother,” Wataru said quietly. The golden light winked once in reply.
Soon, Mitsuru had completely disappeared, becoming nothing more than a swirling, glowing cloud of mist. The tiny golden circle of light surrounded it and led it quietly upward.
Still on his knees, Wataru thrust out his arms toward the sky. It was as though