Short chapter, but I'm sure as smurf making up for it in the next one. ;)
"Smurfette."
There he was. That same unknown smurf she kept seeing. She was in the forest now. It was bright daylight, but the shadows of the leaves provided enough shade. He held out his hand to her. This time, she stepped towards him. He seemed so inviting and friendly, like Hefty. She stopped a few smurf feet away from him.
"Do I know you?"
He smiled warmly. "Not yet. For now, I'm just a dream."
"What?"
He sighed, slipping out of his leather jacket to expose the green flannel underneath. "Don't be afraid of her. She just needs help, just like you smurfed it when he made you."
"What?!"
He wrapped the jacket around her shoulders and everything went black. Her hands flew to her eyes, the blackness like water trying to drown her. She breathed. She was fine. She didn't want to look at what was in front of her. It was just another nightmare telling her of something bad to come. But the sound of someone crying made her peek.
A young smurfette with tawny blonde hair knelt in the valley. It was nighttime, only illuminated by the moon. She was crying in a bed of black flowers. Smurfette shook with fear when she turned. But she was met with the same fear staring back at her. Almost, like looking in a mirror.
The young smurfette held out her hand. Smurfette inched closer until she could see. Her hand was full of dry, black petals.
"I killed them..." she sobbed. "I just wanted to take care of them, but I killed them!"
She buried her face in her hands, a huge gust of wind carrying the black petals away until they were sitting in nothing but a light brown field of dead grass. Smurfette knelt by the crying young one's side. She held one of her shaking hands and, from out of nowhere, produced a small blue flower and put it in her palm. She stopped crying, but her frown never faltered.
"I cannot fight it. No matter how hard I try, I'm evil."
"Someone once smurfed the same thing to me," Smurfette said. "I almost listened. But, in the end, I didn't."
The Smurfette-ling sighed. "You have to be careful. He can only protect you so much."
"What do you mean?"
"The next few events of your life will pass peacefully. But he is not gone."
She stood up, her black cloak swirling around her. Her eyes glowed, and at the same time, Smurfette's vision lit up with the same light. She closed her eyes, but that made it worse. She stared at the smurfette as she rose several feet into the air, her arms outstretched.
"Wait!" she yelled. "Who are you?"
The smurfette held the blue flower, the stem withering and leaving only the petals. She muttered:
"Je suis la fille des ténèbres et de la lumiere."
Smurfette...Smurfette!
"Smurfette, wake up!"
Smurfette rubbed her eyes, willing herself to awake. Another weird dream. But, not necessarily a nightmare. Odd. A knock came from her bedroom door. She slid out of bed and opened the door for Smurfblossom, Smurflily, Smurfstorm, and Vanity.
"What the - you guys!"
"What? You wanna be late for your own wedding?"
Today? My wedding is today?! How could she forget?
"No! Right! What are we smurfing for?! Let's go!"
She let them drag her to Vanity's studio to get ready. But her mind was still on her remarkably vivid dream. She remembered those two smurfs, how familiar they were. Foreboding yet friendly. Intimidating yet so welcoming. She knew them somehow. Perhaps they could be someone she would know in the future, just like the young smurf had said. The young smurfette's eyes, she knew them from somewhere.
"Smurfette, hello?"
She snapped back to reality.
"You gonna get dressed or you gonna walk down that aisle naked?"
"Please don't," Vanity said, gazing at her through his mirror.
Smurfette chuckled. "Sorry, sorry. I don't think I'm awake yet."
A cold splash of water to her face silenced her. Smurfblossom stood in front of her with half a glass of water. "Awake now?"
Smurfette snatched the glass away and splashed whatever was left into Smurfblossom's face. "I am now."