The Cross Over (Silent Moments Series: Book 7)

Chapter 27

 I sprinted down the hallway with a singular focus, my feet pounding against the cold, hard floor. Reaching the M-Cap, I slammed my fist against the entry button, the urgency of the moment fueling my every move. The door slid open with a hiss, and I rushed inside to where Madi lay. Gently, I cradled her in my arms, her form so fragile in this dire moment. My fingers tenderly brushed through her hair, a silent prayer woven into every touch. The looming threat of Gem9 hung over us like a dark cloud — its arrival uncertain, but inevitably drawing near.

There, in the sterile room of M-Cap, I held my daughter, rocking her back and forth in a soothing rhythm. The love of my life was just beyond these walls, but here, with my paralyzed daughter in my arms, was where I needed to be. Love and duty intertwined in a painful embrace.As we sat there, a sudden flash of yellow light caught my eye. "Raven went in," I sighed, a small, hopeful smile creeping onto my face amidst the sea of despair. The light, a beacon of potential change, rekindled a flicker of hope in the suffocating atmosphere of inevitability.

The room was awash with the intermittent glow of the yellow light, each flash a stark reminder of Madi's determined resistance. The light seemed to pulse in sync with her heartbeat, an ethereal and poignant connection between them. I leaned in closer to Madi, my voice a soft murmur filled with a blend of encouragement and heartache.

"Madi, I know how hard this is for you, but it's time to let go. This light... it's a pathway to a new existence, a chance for you to embrace life anew." My fingers continued their gentle passage through her hair, a tactile comfort in our final moments together. "You must go now. And I... I'll find a way to be okay," I reassured her, or perhaps myself, the words heavy with unspoken sorrow.

As the yellow light intensified, it began to wrap around Madi's form, cradling her in a warm, luminous embrace. She started to lift from my arms, her body gradually transforming into a condensed sphere of radiant light. The orb ascended gracefully, an embodiment of Madi's spirit being released from the tangible world.

"I love you forever, Madi. Forever," I whispered, my voice laden with a profound sense of loss and eternal love. It was a promise that extended beyond the confines of our current reality, a bond unbroken by the barriers of existence.

Then, in a moment that seemed to suspend time, she was gone. The orb, a glowing testament to her journey, disappeared into the ether, leaving behind a silence that echoed with the magnitude of my sacrifice and the enduring strength of my love. The room felt emptier than it ever had, the absence of Madi's presence a tangible void. I was left alone, enveloped in the aftermath of her departure, grappling with the reality that my daughter, my world, had transcended without me.

I aimlessly wandered the compound, each step heavy with the weight of recent events. My mind was adrift in a sea of memories and emotions, searching for some anchor in the aftermath of Madi's departure. Eventually, my feet led me back to the battlefield where Octavia and I had first landed, a place now transformed by the unfolding events. As I stepped onto the field, I was met with a breathtaking sight. The entire area was bathed in the same shimmering yellow light that had taken Madi. It was a sea of luminous waves, undulating gently across the scarred ground, transforming the remnants of battle into a scene of ethereal beauty. Raven had succeeded. She did what seemed impossible. In that moment, I was filled with a profound sense of awe and gratitude. Raven, with her unwavering determination and brilliance, had saved everyone. She had always been a beacon of hope and resilience, a force for good that uplifted everyone around her. Her impact on my life was immeasurable — she had made me a better person, challenged me to grow, and now, in this most crucial moment, she had once again risen to the occasion.

"That's my girl," I whispered to myself, pride and love swelling in my chest. The sight of the yellow light, a symbol of salvation and transcendence, was a testament to her strength and her spirit. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is light, hope, and the potential for redemption.