Chapter 15: Epilogue
She remembered having this dream. But this time, it was different. Strange. Trying to be brave, she continued throughout the darkness. "Cellie!" It was Thor's voice. He was calling out to her, and she smiled. Suddenly, a bright light showed itself to her. It was beautiful, and the closer she walked towards it, the less pain she felt. Knowing this was death, she stopped. She did not know what she was waiting for, but when she heard it, her child crying, she allowed herself to continue. Taking her last step, she breathed out, "I love you, Nari."
"No! No, no, no..." cried Thor. "Cellie, do not leave me please..." "I am sorry, my prince," Jana spoke softly as she placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "I just lost my brother, and the woman I love, in less than ten minutes..." Holding her now limp hand in his, he placed his head on her bed and cried. After an hour had passed, Thor realized he had not heard the baby cry. He lifted his head and looked to the bundle placed on the bed in Cellie's other arm. "Why is it not crying," he asked. "This child did not live past birth. As soon as she cried, she died, as well as her mother." He could not hold back the tears. On Midgard, he realized his mistakes. If only he knew how terribly his own brother had treated her. After Sif told him everything that had happened, he was almost glad Loki fell from the Bifrost, into nothingness...almost.
Once more, the skies of Asgard wept with the people. After the memorial for the former king, a beautiful service was held for Celestrial, and the child. Thor stood outside, in front of the newly turned dirt. In his hand, he held her favorite flowers, Asgardian golds. Falling to his knees, he placed the flowers on the ground, as he read her memorial plaque. "Here lies the beautiful Lady Celestrial, and her unnamed child. Beloved daughter, sister, and mother."
A warm hand was placed on his shoulder. He looked up to see Odin's face. Thor stood and tightly embraced his father. "I only wish for her forgiveness...for leaving her...to him..." "Do not fret son. There is still hope. It shall remain a secret for a while, but in due time, you will see what I mean. Happiness is out there. Find it. She wants you to be happy." "If you say so father." He looked out towards the horizon, and silently wished to be with her again, in some way. As for Loki, if he was still alive, he would get what he deserved.
Jane Foster was rushing around her kitchen down on Midgard. It was two o'clock in the morning, and she had to find this certain object. Finally finding it on the ground, she washed it out, filled it with water, some powdered mixture, and shook it well. She sleepily walked back towards her bedroom, wearing only a tank top and short shorts. "Damn it," she muttered as she stumbled over things in the dark. "Sorry, didn't mean to swear." She made it to her destination, bent down, and picked up the reason she was awake this late at night. "Ssh, Nari, here you go."
Author's Note: Wow! What a journey! Thank you to everybody who Faved and Reviewed! This story as a whole was amazing to write, and if you have any ideas, please let me know. I just hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! Again, Thank you!
(So, who's up for a sequel?)