Marry Him
“Of course, I will marry you,” are the last words your say before the two of you kiss.
The wedding seems almost short but sweet. You are wedded together with Mr. Swanson in holy matrimony. You can still hear the bells ringing in your ears as you flew down the aisle, bouquet in your handpaws. With your new husband’s new lack of funds, a simple church was all he could afford to do. It didn’t matter that you had a grand wedding. You were surrounded by peers and friends, humans and pokemorphs alike. Everyone you met in this life, everyone you left an impression on, was there to celebrate this happy union. You can’t remember a time where you ever happier.
Even after your wedding, there was still so much work to be done. The world was still prejudiced towards Pokemorphs and you would be faced with many hardships along the way. It would’ve helped to have money and influence, but your husband’s sudden change to a Persian Morph had his fortunes seized. It took a long legal battle between the authorities until they were inherited by your new stepson, Edric, who still retained his humanity from that attack by Team Plasma. Together, you begin a campaign to push equal rights for all Pokemorphs and accomplish what would’ve taken decades to do. Though you may not live to see the world come to be as you envision, perhaps your future children will thrive in a world without fear or unrest.
You think about how you will teach your children to get anywhere in this world. Your first thoughts are when you stood up for Mannus and help fight down those Team Plasma Grunts. It is an important lesson, you realize, for kids to know how to defend themselves. You will spend a bit of time each day teaching them how to fight and when not to fight. When the time comes, they will be able to look after themselves when you are gone.
People have often said you are naïve. To an extent, this is true. Your simple, childlike nature has made you a bit gullible. That doesn’t mean, however, that you have become blind to the bad things of the world. There’s a lot of terrible things out there in this world, but you also know there’s a lot of good things as well. Your eyes have been opened to the wonders this place has to offer, and you know that there is still good. You hope that you will share its beauty to your offspring.
Part of you looks back on your life and is amazed at how far you’ve come. There were times when you could’ve gone back. You had been offered a way out—twice. To an extent, it all seemed like just a faint hint of reality. The corner of you tells yourself, battles with you, that this is all just a dream. There were no consequences to any of it and you could leave at any time you like. You were offered to go back—twice, even. Why, then, did you choose to stay?
Reality is all a matter of perception. A man who once dreamt like a butterfly may find the lines blurred between fantasy and reality. Everything you smelt, saw, tasted and touched felt as real to you as the world that might exist outside this cage. It is hard to really argue this to someone who lives outside it. For some, this fantasy you lived in may not be really happening—these people probably don’t exist. It can’t tell you who you are. You, however, have come to accept the idea that everything you’ve done here is as real as what you had been doing before. As far as you are concerned, this world is your reality and the fantasy was now out there—a stark contrast to everything you know now.
You know that you possess no regrets about the lifestyle you had taken for yourself. You could’ve taken other walks in lie, other ideal scenarios. The circus would’ve been an exciting life and working alongside humans in pokemon-related activities would’ve been an interesting choice. For you, however, the life inside the mansion of Mr. Swanson was the most ideal and civilized of the bunch. In a way, doing this made you feel more human than the pokemorph you are now.
As a housemaid, you learned how to get in touch with the much more feminine side of yourself. There was a part of you that you never knew had existed there before. It was alien and almost made you revolt in protest. The more you explored it, however, the more you found it to your liking. Perhaps it was the part of you that had been a man and rebelled against losing your integrity. That part of you has quieted down, however, and you have accepted your new role as a wife and soon to be nurturing mother.
Another important part that you rediscovered about yourself was to protect the people that you cared about. Mannus couldn’t so easily stand up for himself but may have sacrifice himself to save others, even if his efforts were in vain. One should never compromise, never surrender to those who are in the wrong. You should always stand up for what you believe in, even when faced with sheer hopelessness. Most importantly of all, you should stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves, even if you wind up getting hurt in the process. You can be an inspiration to others to do the right thing, but only if you take the initiative to stand your ground.
Your future is now uncertain. You now live in a small, humble home with your husband, pregnant with the first egg of possibly many. You are not very rich and don’t have much, but you are happy. Edric provides what he can for you both, though he isn’t obligated to. The other servants still stay around to help out every now and then. The two of you can take care of yourselves. Should the sky fall, as long as the two of you were together, you can face anything.
You have that strange feeling again. When you turn around, another door appears behind you…
Written by wrathofautumn on 22 June 2018
The end (for now)