It was a quiet night, a night for wonders, whispering promises to the ones who were listening.

But there was also pain in that night. There was chaos, there was fear, there was doom. Hera shuddered in her sleep, desperately trying to escape from the scary sounds in her head, she didn’t want to listen to them but they always managed to catch her and bring her back to her horrors. Hera needed help. But what was more important- her song needed help, the woman that song belonged to needed help and Hera didn’t know what to do…

Laura was burning in pain. Every breath was torture, every particle oxygen her body tried to absorb was bringing her closer to her death, she could feel the inevitable coming to her. Laura didn’t fight, too tired and long stopped fearing what has been trying to get her for so many years. She was ready, but still, somewhere deep down, she had the feeling that she did not belong to the other side of the river. There was something which was still holding her up on the ship, she couldn’t cross but she also couldn’t come back…

The boy didn’t know why the night was raging. He was used to seeing it friendly and safe but now it was an enemy, like those his father often chased, now it was like a wounded animal trying to defend something the hunters wanted to take away from it. Something old and mighty was coming and the boy was afraid of what was about to be lost, he felt it would be one unbearable loss…

Bill felt something dark and scary making its way through his dreams. His heart hurt even before he woke up, even before he realized that something was wrong. Death’s call reached even his dreams. He suddenly opened his eyes hearing Laura’s tortured breaths.

“Laura? Laura?” he tried to call her, to wake her up, to wrest her from the hands of what was turning out to be her last dream. She wouldn’t respond. Death has finally caught her prey and didn’t intend to let go of her. A silent cry escaped from Bill’s chest.

Somewhere in the dark, Hera started crying.
Somewhere in the dark, a boy begged the monsters of the night for mercy.

Bill had no idea how long he had been trying to wake Laura up- it might have been two minutes or two day for all he cared. Too consumed in his grief, he didn’t even notice or express surprise when Cottle, Ellen and Saul, Lee and the Agathons came to his tent. Still in helpless shock, Bill let Cottle examine Laura and whished to never have heard the “She’s in coma. The chances for her to wake up are practically non-existing, I’m sorry, Bill. It’s time…”

Trying to find his breath, Bill rushed out of the tent, hoping for the quiet of the night to help him through the hardest mission of his life- the mission of letting go. The night, however, was everything but quiet. Multiple fires have been lit up and many eyes were staring at him. Bill looked around himself and noticed the whole tribe awake and gathered in the centre of the camp. From south the colonials were approaching with concerned looks. It was almost 3 am in the morning.
He felt his son’s hand on his shoulder and turned towards him in confusion.

“Hera Agathon” Lee said. And it was enough

One hour earlier

Hera’s cry, high and desperate, has managed to wake up almost everyone from the former colonial citizens. No one knew the reason for it, but the sadness it brought over each of them was enough to bring the people out of their tents and ask themselves what was happening.

Athena was unsuccessfully trying to calm her down when Ellen and Leoben entered the tent, worry visible in their eyes.

“What is happening here?” Leoben asked, meeting Athena’s desperate expression.
Ellen, however, was staring at Hera’s hand who was trying to reach something.

“Do you want this, sweetie?” Ellen pointed to the paintings on the floor. Hera sobbed and nodded. Ellen took the blue one from the floor but the child kept crying.

“The green one then?” Ellen tried again. This time Hera stopped crying and took the sheet. Athena let her down and kissed her forehead.

“So all this was about the painting? I would have never guessed…” The mother shook her head. But Hera didn’t pay attention to the adults and fled from the tent. The four adults followed her to Cottle’s tent.

“What the hell has gotten into you? Where do you want me to go, kid?” Cottle asked in bewilderment when Hera entered his tent.
“Laura” was all the little girl said while trying to bring the doctor out in front of the confused looks of her parents and the two cylons. A heavy silence took over the little space at the mentioning of that single name. Ellen finally realized what was all that about.

“That painting…” she whispered “ that painting is another song. A resurrection song I created back on the old Earth as a part of the first experiments on the resurrection technology.”

Leoben and Athena looked at her with wide eyes

“A song can resurrect us?”

“I don't know” Ellen sighed “ I thought the song can’t resurrect, I thought it was just an experiment, more about the will of us all as a community, kind of a ritual…It is not my idea on the first place, it is an ancient Canceron legend I studied- the whole community should heal the soul of their priest. One soul for all and all the souls as one- this was written on the script. I never actually believed that this song was able to do something more... but obviously Hera has great hopes about it”

Ellen smiled wistfully and turned towards Athena
“I know what she is trying to do- she is gathering the people, she wants us to go to Laura. We should listen to her.”

“The dying leader saved humanity, now humanity has to save the dying leader” realised Leoben in awe.

“And we, as children of humanity, have to go to her, too” Ellen added.

This was how Hera Agathon, the future of humans and cylons, led everyone through the darkest nights to the one light which was bringing them all together but which was slowly fading away...

Where did the legend end and the truth begin, Lee asked himself on his way to the camp, the answer too blurry and the hope too fragile to actually give him solace. But one thing was sure- music led humanity to its home, maybe music could rewrite Laura's destiny?