This is the squeal of the Beginning of the End. Didn't I tell you it would come. This is 13 years after Misty's death...
The water inside the cauldron boiled. The young fourteen year old girl smiled. Her long red hair was pulled back to keep out of her eyes when she was doing her magic. The magic that she was performing now was the one that she wished would work. She had the powder in her hands and spread out both of her hands letting the powder fall out. She had both her eyes closed. The powder still slowly fell like snow from the sky. The dress was around her neckand she lifted it in the air. "Michelle Misty Waterflower Ketchum."
She dropped the dress into the cauldron. A magic fog evaporated out of the pot and disappeared, leaving the cauldron empty. The dresss disappeared. She smiled, "It worked."
"Gisabelle." Her name was called followed by a knock on the door. "May I come in?"
"Uh... One second, May." Gisabelle quickly pushed the pot inside her closet which was very quickly jumped into bed and grabbed her brush. "Okay you can come in." Gisabelle said to May. "99... 100." Then Gisabelle looked up at May.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I'm sorry I lost track of time."
"Well you haven't been out of here all day. Your father was worried about you. But I told him you were fine. You are okay, right?
"Well... I found something in my mother's stuff today."
"Like what?"
"Her diary." Gisabelle knew she must tell some knind of truth for May to leave. "I wasn't sure if I should read it or not. I'm been thinking about this for hours."
"Maybe you should."
"I don't think so." Gisabelle looked down, "Can you read it first?"
"How bout this? I'll give it to your father to read. He'll read it and I'll read it afterword."
"Okay. I guess." Gisabelle sighed. She had already started reading it a few weeks ago. Her mother had a wonderful life like Gisabelle had imagined. According to er diary she had a wonderful mother and a loving father. It was just about to be her thirteenth borthday. She wondered what would happen.
"You miss her don't you?"
"Yes... But then I wonder...how could you miss someone you've never met."
"It's possible. But she loved you. She truely loved you."
"How do you kow?"
"I know. She talked about you all the time."
"How could she have? She died when I was born."
"Before you were born, dear. She'd talk about you. Have arguements with your father about whether you were a girl or a boy. She'd always end he conversation with how much she loved you no matter what sex you were. When you were born she held you with happiness and pride. I bet she's looking down at you and seeing how beautiful you've become."
"Why'd she have to die, May?" Gisabelle broke out in tears. Oh how May knew the reason but she knew only er father could tell her. May wished she could tell Gisabelle the evils of Tyler and how Misty saved them all from coruption and damnation. But Ash didn't want Gisabelle to ever know what happend with Tyler.
"That you have to talk to your father about."
"But why can't you tell me?"
"Because he has to not me." May gave a small smile. "You have to go to sleep. It's getting late."
"Ok, May."
"Good Night, Gisabelle."
"Goodnight." May blew out Gisabelle's candle and closed the door on the way out of her room.
Ash was in his room on the balcony. He looked up at the sky and smiled at the full moon that was high in the sky. He remembered their last conversation years ago.
"Ash," he remembered her say.
"Yes, Misty." He remember the hug the shared that night. He was rubbing her stomach feeling the movement of the baby. This made her smile. She frowned getting back to her point.
"I don't know what to do." Misty cried. "I don't want our daughter to live without a mother. I don't want to see another one of our children die. I know we can have more children but... it doesn't seem right to let our child die so I can live."
I've thought about it too" Ash said and he let go of MIsty. She turned her gaze to the man who had just let her couldn't be a sign could it, Misty thought. "It's one thing to want, to know and when to stay out of it. I know now that I must stay out of it." Tears strolled down his face. " There's just too much to risk. This desicion is too important." Misty touched her husband's shoulder. Ash turned around to look at the amazing woman standing in front of him. "I love will be too much I can lose." He grabbed her hands and kissed them both. "Just remember," he carressed her cheek, "that I will always love you no matter what. I will always love this child you are having." Misty started to cry. He wiped her tears trying to hold back his. "You have a big desicion to make. I won't make it for you... I can't. But I do know."
Misty looked down and touched her belly. "How do you know the dsicion I'm going to make when I don't even know." He lifted her head with his finger so that she was looking up at him.
"Because I've known you long enoug to know."
Misty smiled for a moment. "Am I that predictable." Ash nodded unable to stop the tears from falling from his eyes. Misty wiped his eyes and he kissed her.
He remembered this as the most regretful moment in his life... their life. "I told you I knew." he whispered to noone in particuluar.
"Knew what?" Ash tured around surprised.
"O, May." He said. I didn't hear you come in.""I knocked, but when no one answered, I knew you'd be out here."
"So is Gisabelle alright?"
"Yes. Look what she found." Ash turned around and seen the book. He had never seen it before. May gave him the book. It looked prefectly thin. Ash tok the book in his hand. He looked at the first page. It said, 'Misty's diary'. The words were written perfectly in beautfiu script. He flipped another page open. A diary entry December 16th: Misty's birthday. he flipped to the last page: August 18th:Gisabelle's birthday and the day of Misty's death.
"It's Misty's," May said. "Did you know she had a diary?"
"No," he held the book out for May to get, "You read it. I don't-"
"Yes you should. You were the love of her life. Plus I told Gisabelle you would." Ash opened the book once more. He looked at the page and started reading. May slowly walked out leaving Ash to read. Ash walked inside his room and continued reading. He smiling at every word because he heard Mity's voice with every sentecne that was written.
May walked down the hall of the castle. She opened the door of room. A young boy the same age as Gisabelle lay asleep: her son. She knew about Alexander (Alex for short) only a few weeks after Misty's death. When he was born, It was hapy for everyone espicially Gisabelle. They were friends all their lives. May walked into his room quietly hoping not to wake him. She looked at his sleeping face and kissed his forehead moving the hair out of his face. "You look so much like your father." She slowly walked towards the door and out of the room. "Goodnight Alex." She whispered.
"Goodnight mother." She smiled and looked back at her son.
May walked into her own room and Drew was waiting for her.
"Where have you been?"
"I've tucked in Gisbelle, gave AshMIsty's diary-"
"Since when did Misty have a diary?"
"I don't know. I didn't even know she had one. Ash looked pretty surprised too."
"So what was Gsabelle doig up."
"She was the one who found it. She's been acting very weird lately. It's not like her."
"Puberty."
"Puberty? What kind of answer is that?"
"Puberty. Do you remember what it is like to be thriteen?"
"First of all Gisabelle is fourteen. And yeah I remember but it is different. I never locked myself in a room."
"She just needed time to think."
"Yeah but for that long."
"Well it seems like you need a break." He leaned towards her ad hugged her from behind. He kissed her neck.
"NO, Drew." she giggled. "It's too late. The sun'll be up soon."
"So then we'll watch the sun come up tomorrow."
She leaned back around him and kissed him. He kissed her back. And when they parted and he laid untop of her.
"Do you want to do the honors?" May smiled and blew out the candle.
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