Undine's Thread

part six of six

Disclaimer - Everything you're about to read belongs to someone else. You know, except for the total compilation of ideas. That would be mine. Yup yup.

Author - Chibi / Warlordess

Notes - Okay guys, this is a weird one. I think it definitely qualifies for the fantasy genre I picked for it. Plus it's almost sickeningly romantic. Ugh, I hope I come out of this one unscathed. Even if you don't understand something or don't like or appreciate it, I hope you'll stick it out til the end and also - maybe, just maybe - give me a review and tell me what you thought.

So, without further ado. . .

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Title - "Undine's Thread" / part six

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Fate.

"I don't think it's coincidence."

Destiny.

"It can't be just coincidence that. . ."

Whatever.

". . . I met you of all people!"

Meant to happen.

"We were meant to meet and become best friends!"

The final pieces of the wall leading to Ash's emotional depth. . .

"Does there have to be any more of a reason?"

. . . finally, doubtlessly crumbled away.

No, there didn't have to be anymore of a reason for his concern. . . but there was.

"Unless there's a speculative vow in preparation, there's nothing that can change what's happening. And we're not allowed to make contact with humans. Pokemon are barely aware of our existence. They're in tune with the elements, yeah, but we are the elements. Even this form is procured for the sake of humankind's peace of mind.

"My sisters are gone, like I said. . . and now it's my turn." Misty picked up where she'd left off before, unaware of the internal struggle that Ash was going through now that he comprehended how he felt. Fearing his silence to mean that he'd finally given up as well, she pushed onward, "All I have to do is state my original name and it'll be over in a flash." There was a slight waver in her voice as she stared up at them from the water, though she never dared to look away.

"Maybe I'm grateful for this after all. Maybe it's the reason I didn't run as far as I should have. I just couldn't go without saying goodbye first."

"There's gotta be something we can do, Misty! There are plenty of contracts or purposes in the world; you just have to find one for yourself! If you'd told us earlier," Brock finally interrupted again, "if we could only have a little more time, I'm sure we could do something. . . We could look for one together! I mean, we didn't come this far just so we'd have to forget you! And you can't tell us that you wouldn't miss us!"

"It's stupid to assume that," she told him shortly with a biting tone.

"Then why-"