References to CCA and Dragon’s Love (again!)

 

Chapter 6: Silvered glass and lessons learned

 

            Lance managed to make it back to her room before she collapsed.

            < Lugia, help me… >

            < Chosen…, >  She could feel the guardian’s sadness as well as her own. < You know I cannot. Love cannot be taken by force. >

            < That only makes it worse… > Lance said. < There’s only one way to take the pain away, but he’s so happy… and I don’t want to break it. >

            < Chosen, please. Calm yourself. >

            < I cannot! Or I will not. Either way, I can only watch. > Lance dug her nails into the fabric of the blanket, but it gave no comfort. She got up. Pulling out a vial of ice-blue liquid from the cabinet, she drank all of it, silently.

            It was the last dose of the medicine she had been taking to control her emotions.

            Lugia’s sadness enveloping her was the last feeling she felt, before she froze.

 

           

            Three weeks passed. One day, Ash simply found the door to the room unlocked, his poke belt lying over the couch. Fearing a trap, he checked, but all his poke balls were still there and his pokemon were unharmed.

            Without a glance, he walked away, and with the compact mirror to guide him, set off to find Misty.

            It didn’t take long. Charizard was more than happy to fly him to Claire’s house, and Claire welcomed him in. Misty flew into his arms, crying tears of joy.

            To his surprise, Ash felt himself crying as well. He dismissed the thought and just relished the feel of her warm in his arms.

            “Misty.” He whispered. “Our trials, Team Rocket… it’s finally over.”

            Misty’s eyes were bright as she considered his statement. “You’re right, Ash. What do we have left to do now?”

 

            “Huh?” Ash asked, slightly clueless.

            “The wedding, baka! You never asked me!”

            “Oh!” Ash had never thought of that. “Um… hold on a second!”

            He sprinted out of the door crazily, trying to find the nearest jewelry shop. As luck would have it, it was only one block away. Inside, he pulled out the ring his mother had left him, and asked the man if they had anything like it.

 

            “Sure do.” The jeweler said, looking appreciatively at the diamond flanked by two opals. “I’ve got it in emerald and sapphire and ruby as well.”

            “Sapphire of course.’ Ash said. Paying via credit card, he was back at the house before five minutes had passed, and presenting the ring to a delighted Misty.

            After that, things were relatively simple.

            You see, love isn’t always overly dramatized. Sometimes, yes. Other times, its just realizing, that maybe spending the rest of your life with that one person may not be as bad as you feared.

            In fact, it could turn out a lot better.

 

Epilogue – 5 years down the line

 

            A happily married couple stood by the sea, watching the sunset.

            “Ash?” Misty asked.

            “Hm?”

            “Do you think…” Misty paused. “5 years ago, when you finally asked me to marry you, you said you were the happiest man on earth. Are you still that way?”

            “No.”

            “What?” Misty immediately got angry. “You don’t love me anymore?”

            Ash laughed, taking her hand. “True love takes time to grow, Misty.”

            “?”
            “It means,” Ash said, kissing her. “That I love you even more now. And it will stay that way, forever.”

 

The End

 

*Shadow dies of shock* I can’t believe I actually wrote AAMRN…

Lance: *whacks her with a fan*

Shoyko: *drags her away from the computer*

 

Author notes!


No, Lance did not die. However, I won’t elaborate. For simplicity’s sake let’s call it a coma.

 

If you notice the lack of very mushy sweetness in here, it’s because Shadow can’t write fluff to save her life. Enough said on that topic. It’s enough that I think this is a somewhat decent AAMRN. Okay, if it sucked mangoes, at least it wasn’t too clichéd. I hope. *Sweatdrops*

Anyways, now I know not to try again, since whenever I write AAMRN nobody cares, I have no incentive to keep writing.

 

 

 

 

           

           

           

 

           

 

           

           

           

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