Just a little piece that ran through my mind while watching FernGully recently. POV. I hope you enjoy it!
Reflections
By Calencoireiel
He was always there, you know. I think I knew it at the time, but I was young, naïve, foolish. I didn't want to think about it. I was under plenty of pressure, of course, with my semi-forced apprenticeship. I knew it was my destiny, but I was rebellious.
Was I bored? I must have been.
Looking back, I see how much he cared, but he tried not to show it, tried to be patient with me, for me. It wasn't that I didn't like him, no, I was confused and irritated. I tested his limits constantly. It's a wonder he put up with it anyway. It was cruel of me, perhaps.
Something in his eyes scared me when he looked at me—I shied away, stayed away, tried to remain aloof.
Still, he wanted to protect me and look out for me, even through his jealousy, whether it was jealousy for my time, interest, or even my affections.
So when I got mixed up with Zak, naturally he showed some hostility. This time he was jealous for my interest, time, and, most importantly, my affection.
Zak was new, different, and fascinating—perfect for my rebelliousness. I refused to listen to anyone's warnings, even Batty's, in my desperate attempts to find something more exciting than the life I was used to.
I ignored the fact that he was worried, as usual. He even spent all night flying through the forest searching for me.
I think he was angry—he obviously cared so much, was worried, and I didn't even appreciate his efforts. I didn't want to care at the time; I was caught up in my own world.
He tried so hard to impress me and to get my attention. I ignored him at best and got irritated at worst.
I clung to Zak—so new and exciting. He was from a completely different world, a world that part of me, the rebellious part, longed for. I was curious, intrigued, and even when I couldn't understand, part of me wanted that place.
Was I so dissatisfied with my life? Hard to believe that….
And he was so angry and jealous.
Yet, he let me go to the best of his ability.
He's much stronger than I am in many ways. He waited for me, protected me, worried about me. He was the first to support me and the first to jump in to help me trap Hexxus. He encouraged the others and got them to follow his lead. He even set aside his own feelings to help Zak during the fight.
I finally woke up, so to speak, opened my eyes around the time that Magi Lune died. Maturity finally set in as I was forced to take up her position much earlier than I had expected. I knew then, that my place was here. It always has been, still is, and always will be.
I let Zak go—I had to—for so many reasons. We couldn't really be together; we belonged in different worlds, though I was infatuated with him. More importantly, he had to go back; we fairies needed his help to convince the humans not to cut down the forest. It was crucial for everyone, and I let Zak return to his place.
After it all, we started to heal the damage done and settled back into our lives. And he was still there, happy to see me and always watching over me. How could I not have known? Now I understand, and I am glad to have him around.