Chapter 3 Rest
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AN: Final Chapter! Don't worry, there will be others.
To Silvercoal: Didn't know zero's age, made that correction. Thx for pointing it out.
To Jany Chen: That does make sense, but I can't see their blood being gold. To me, silver makes more sense. But thanks for your opinion on the matter, that's always helpful.
Now, without further ado, on with the story!
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My eyes began glowing as I woke up. I was asleep? Sleep means death, sleep means the darkness will catch me. And yet, why do I feel safe? Oh, that's right. King made the darkness go away. The thing is in my mouth again, allowing me to breathe easily, but the thing on my head is gone. I don't hear any voices though, so I guess it is a good thing. The room was bright, it was comforting. I sat up and shook my head, trying to clear it.
"Oh! You're awake!" Someone exclaimed. I startled and swung my head around to see the source of the voice. It was the thing-the Ultra-that originally found me. He chuckled.
"Sorry, I did not mean to startle you." It-he-spoke. I stared at him. According to King, I am an Ultra, and he is an Ultra, so we are kin.
"Yes, we are." He spoke, much to my surprise. I didn't speak, so how did-
"You really need to work on your telepathy, anyone can hear your thoughts now." Telepathy? He must've noticed my confusion and thus explained.
"It's a power that's in your head." He pointed to his own, avoiding his horns. I felt my own, only to find something on it still. Huh? The thing that was on my was gone, so what is this?
"It's called a bandage. You hit your head when you ran away, it's covering the wound." Did I hit my head? When… I stopped thinking because my head hurt. I shook to clear it, not liking how the room is spinning. The older Ultra placed a hand on my shoulder.
"You should take it easy, you just woke up after all." I nodded and laid down.
"My name is Taro by the way." He spoke. Taro?
"Ultraman Taro." He clarified. Ultraman? Didn't king call me something similar? Taro nodded.
"Yes, he named you Ginga, which means galaxy in a human language." I blinked and looked at the ceiling. Ginga, Ginga means galaxy. I was the last of the galaxy in my time. Ginga, I am Ginga. Ginga is my name. My name is Ginga. I have a name and it's Ginga! I smiled at my name, the name king gave me. Taro stood by my bedside as I mused over my new identity. It felt great to have a name.
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I slept for a year according to Master Taro. He agreed to look after me since he was the one who found me. My control over my telepathy improved thanks to the teachings of the Mother of Ultra. She visited regularly, helping walk, helping me speak, etc. One day, Master Taro showed me a mirror. He burst out laughing when he saw me jump at my own reflection.
I re-gained a lot of weight. I'm red like Master Taro, but I have blue parts as well. Blue crystal surrounding my color timer, which is no longer blinking as it used to, and at the top of my head, creating a blue glowing crown.
"You look handsome." The Mother of Ultra spoke as she came in. I glanced at her then back at my reflection.
"...han...handsome…." I sounded out, "I am handsome." The Mother clapped with approval.
"Very good! You have gotten much better at speaking! Now, all we have to do is have you do conversations!" She spoke, pleased with my growth. Timidly, I nodded, not sure what it will be like to have a conversation.
Master Taro put the mirror away and straightened.
"Ginga, there is something we need to talk about." He spoke seriously. The Mother nodded and sat down, motioning for her son and me to do as well. I tilted my head, wondering what this was about. The Mother spoke first.
"Since your panic attack which led you to King, you haven't really left this room. Granted, you were asleep for a full year, but you have been awake for six months now." I straightened my head immediately. I knew where this was going. My master spoke next.
"So we decided to move you out of the hospital and have you take daily walks outside." I stiffened. Outside, where there are weird things I still don't understand. Outside where there are many people. Outside where everything is unfamiliar. This room is familiar, this room is safe. How can I-
The Mother of Ultra gently held my hand, stopping me from entering a panic attack. I looked up at her.
"You won't be alone, Ginga. You would be staying with us until you are able to live on your own. You won't leave today." She spoke reassuringly. I squeezed her hand and nodded. Knowing that I at least will be with her and my master makes me feel better. Perhaps the walks outside won't be so scary.
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I have been outside of the hospital before, I mean during my six months of recovery, but I have never been outside of the gate. There is a small training yard for patients to regain their strength, it was helpful for me for the few times I left the hospital. So even with the Mother of Ultra and Master Taro by my side, I was scared half to death. I have been without the restrictor for several weeks now, but I was still afraid of having another meltdown. Who could blame me, those things are known to be deadly, especially to us Ultras. I was lucky to already be in a hospital. Speaking of which, with a simple nod by Master Taro, the gate opened and we took off.
I haven't flown in a while, so when we left, Master Taro and the Mother of Ultra led me by my arms. Once I was sure I could fly on my own, they let me go. I wobbled a little, but soon I was flying straight. It was nice, flying again. Because of my terror of the darkness, I never really considered how wonderful flying is. The wind in my face, blowing against my entire being. It is a wonderous feeling, that feeling of being entirely weightless. And then their is the view. I see the Land of Light, the sky, the stars beyond, and OUR light! I can see its rays, giving life to all of our world. I can see them touching schools, buildings, everything as we fly over. It was a reminder that this was my home.
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I knelt down in front of some flowers. They are radiating a golden color, blooming in a brilliant display of pure light. The Mother of Ultra said that when their light was born, the floors turned white as buds and when they bloomed they turned a shining gold. As I watched them bloom, I could feel their life surging buoyantly before settling. They were happy to bloom, they were happy to live. I guess this is why flowers were so well loved, because they were a reflection of life itself.
I remember when Master Taro first brought me to his place. I was surprised that it was smaller than the hospital, but then I figured I shouldn't be. He hospital is meant for hundreds of Ultras and this building is meant for a few. Despite my surprise and unease, though, I was able to settle in easily. A few days later, Master Taro took me out for a walk. We flew little, which was relieving because I wanted to be able to walk. I used to fly so much and walk so little, now that I can… it feels great. Flying is easier, but I like walking more. Master Taro took me out regularly, helping me adapt better to my new surroundings. My new life.
Master Taro allows me to go out on my own now, he says that I need to be able to stand on my own. I knew what he meant, and I don't mind. Two young ultras chased each other a little ways behind me. A brother and a sister. I look up from the flowers and watched them. The sister is the one being chased, the brother trying his hardest to catch her but she is too fast for him. I smile at the scene. I'm not alone anymore.
I went back to my flowers when I heard something else besides me. I looked up again and saw something… familiar. A female Ultra pushed a levitating chair where an Ultra as old as I was sitting hunched over. His fierce eyes were glazed over. The nurse wrapped a blanket around him, then left for minute to take care of something. I wasn't surprised to see such a scene, this is the garden in front of the hospital, but the look in his eyes was eerily familiar. Then it struck me. I once had those same eyes. Eyes full of fear, eyes that only wanted to live, eyes that knew only terror. For me, it was running from darkness, but for him it was different. I couldn't name it but I knew what happened to him was similar but different from me. I distantly remembered the nurses mention him, but I completely forgotten about it.
I stood up and walked over to his hunched form. The black Ultra looked up at me as I stood in front of him. He was frowning, his entire face, body, and even the surrounding air screamed misery. Without saying anything, I lifted my arm, offering my hand to him, offering my hand to my brother.
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*3rd Person Point of View*
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2 years earlier…
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Two ultras flew through space, desperately searching.
"Where is he?" A red one with multiple medals around his color timer asked.
"I don't know, but he couldn't have gone far, not in the state he is in." The other with horns replied. They flew around a planet, then halted when they saw a figure approaching them. It was another, much older Ultra with a beard, crown, and a large red cape. He was carrying someone in his arms.
"King." The medal wearing Ultra spoke, bowing his head in respect. The one with horns followed suit, until he saw who was in King's arms.
"Ah! That is…"
"His fear of the being that had pursued him led him to my world of meditation." The great monarch of the Land of Light spoke, handing the sleeping Ultra to the one with horns.
"I know who he is, I know what has chased him." The two Ultras listened in stunned silence as King told him the ordeals the youngster went through. The one with medals gazed at the said ultra.
"So he is the last of our kind." He spoke in both awe and sadness. The one with horns gazed down at his cargo.
"He was the last of everything." He spoke equal sadness.
"No." The suddenly wore from king caused both elite ultras to turn to their leader.
"King?"
The monarch gazed down at the injured Ultra before turning back to the two Ultra Brothers.
"The darkness that chased him, that has consumed our galaxy, and who knows how many others, must not be allowed to exist. Even if this was far into the future, it must not happen. For the sake of our home, and the one who so courageously tried to prevent it from consuming another galaxy, we seekers of justice and keepers of peace must not allow it to be born." He nodded towards the slumbering form.
"Ginga shall train to become a fellow Ultra Brother, and he will learn about his heritage as a warrior of light."
The way king said it struck the two Ultra Brothers. They looked at each other then acknowledged king. This was an important mission, one that will befall a certain young Ultra when he was ready. They have all the time in the world though, so at the very least, in the meantime, he can live a normal life with his kin. The one with horns gazed down at the slumbering form in his arms.
"So your name is Ginga. Welcome to the galaxy, Ginga. Welcome home."
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Sorry that this was shot, it was a conclusion after all. There will be sequels featuring all of the new (Should I call them Neo-Heisei Ultras like they do with the Kamen Riders?) in order, except for orb unless I get a bunch of requests for him. I see no reason in making an AU of an already perfect story. :} Till next time! :) Review!