It is a Miracle.

An absolute miracle

The universe was kind on this poor family, plagued with tragedy, to finally be given a break, a gift beyond what was thought to be possible.

My brother is alive, Hiro thought as he reminisced the moment the nurses had informed the family, both blood and not, that their once believed dead friend and relative had not perished, but was in fact found alive. To say he was well was another story. His brother's psyche was damaged by the captivity of his professor, but this is just another trial they must overcome. Once must take their losses and do what they can when they are blessed.

He walked slowly through the small building, after a long time trying to pry himself from his brother's side, trying to not suffocate him with love.

Hiro had not given a single prayer since the funeral, to bless the spirit of his brother, that as it turned out did not exist, but at this point he would be willing to backflip 50 times if he was asked by anyone.

He had been separate from his brother for several months; Tadashi was held captive by his professor, forced to replicate his brother's work under torture. He was kept in a cell, until weeks after Callaghan had left to never return; he was discovered on the beach a couple of months later, living as a hermit until discovery. Upon that, he was reintroduced to his family and friends, after spending some time in the hospital.

After rebuilding what he had lost with his brother, one could have guessed their book ended with a happily ever after. Evil had been defeated and all of its deeds had been undone. However life is not a book, it continues.

All journeys worth venturing never end with us.

Although the two brothers were reunited, they were even more far apart than in their new livelihood.

Tadashi was no longer welcoming; he became more wary, cold, and paranoid of the people he once trusted.

A man who once gave twenty dollars to a homeless man on the street to show compassion now scorns those who seek and give out to those in need.

While he had these notions, he still found time to cherish those he had. This was a driving hope Hiro kept that maybe one day his beloved brother could return. However there were still tensions among the group he called family.

Hiro who once had found very little to do, could no longer find decent time for enjoying the world he was building for himself.

His friends and family grew more separate, as it tends to happen, as Cass struggled with trying to build up her eldest nephew to attending his old college, now his younger brother's.

Being a hero at night only led the idea that he had not changed in his vices, but Tadashi no longer pressured his brother to refrain from his actions.

For now understood. Tadashi now knew better; the world was cruel, its people are wicked and to best survive, one had to rise among them, for virtue and kindness is not rewarded, but all good deeds are punished.

Hiro took what his brother lamented with a grain of salt. Tadashi rarely told them what happened on that island, the torture he had been through, his thoughts and whatnot.

For even through all of this, Hiro still felt he should still to give thanks, just as many humans have for thousands of years, for the miracle that was given to him. It is not every day you get a second chance, and maybe Tadashi will see that soon, even though for the past couple of weeks he has had a funny way of showing it, staying at home, maybe helping his aunt in the café, avoiding all confrontation.

Hiro had meant to come here, but kept putting it off, until today when he decided that he would go to the open church to send a prayer.

As a man of science, he was not fully convinced of whether his faith had any form of validity or not, but none the less he still felt like a thanks was in order. The young man got down on his knees.

"Thank you," Hiro prayed to the statue above him in the cathedral, sanctuary, or whatever one would call such a building. The young man prayed only of thanks for what he had in this world and the mercy shown on him and his family and his brother who now had a second chance at life. Hiro concluded his prayer with the few choice words of "let me know if I can do anything for you."

While it is uncommon for a prayer to propose a way that the one can give back, it was something well appreciated.

Hiro then felt a strange presence with him, as if the statue above him seemed to look down upon him.

As if it wished to reply.

It soon came time to leave and walked out to protect the streets of his city.

But what he was not aware of was how that favor was about to be asked to be taken up.

A/N: this story will quite different from the first, with a planned end and plot. Thanks Bloody Macaroon for giving me this opportunity and feel free to let me know what you think. This will be more religious neutral, but will adopt the Judeo Christian faith as its main source, simply for its mainstream understanding. It will take several liberties, because that will be a large theme for this story. I understand that this story may offend others, and I accept and respect that, but please leave others out of this, it's only a story meant for entertainment. Thank you and enjoy this story.