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Season 3 ~ Episode 1: Pain and Loss


Pain... So much pain... Her frail body couldn't take it... She had waited too long, and now was paying the price... She pushed as hard as she could against the child lodged in her birth canal, but she had been laboring for hours, and wasn't able to go on much longer...
"One more... You can do it..." she heard a voice echo quietly... Her eyes were squeezed tighty shut, but it didn't make a difference... She was so focused on finishing this... On making sure her baby was safe and alive, even as her heart began to slow...
She pressed against the ampharos at her back, spreading her legs wide, and giving a loud, pained scream as she pushed her last, and her baby finally fell from her body... It was over... And her body was done... Her heartbeat slow... The pain too much for her... She began to fade away, as she opened her eyes onto a dim room that she couldn't see...
"Is he...?" she muttered softly, as she reached out to grip something, a hand, a paw, anything... She found a paw as a strong, yet shaky voice whispered into her ear, "Yes... She's okay... She's a girl... A healthy, strong, baby girl..."
Fiona sighed as she closed her eyes again, gripping Amps' paw gently... it had been many many years since she had returned to Callie... Many many years since she and Amps had been reunited... And though she couldn't see it, she knew the scene that was shielded from her tired eyes... The underdecks of a strong and good ship, filled with mareep who milled about... Behind her sat Amps, who was just as elderly and frail as she was now... Yet he stil supported her, despite his far advanced age...
Sitting and holding the now softly bleating lamb, wrapping her in a towl, was Callie... The girl was gone, replaced by a mature woman who was more fond of letting her hair down then putting it up in silly dreadlocks... On her right finger, a ring... a golden wedding band... And behind her, reaching down to gently pet and coo to the lamb, a 17 year old girl dressed in black lace, who had an espeon sitting on her shoulder...
But Fiona couldn't see any of that. Not her old friend or her daughter... Not her elderly mate... Not her new daughter... The darkness that encroached on her vision was blocking all but the smallest snatches of the happy scene, and, though she had half expected it, it still made her sad that she wasn't able to see them... One more time...
Amps gently nuzzles his mate in her final moments, unsure of exactly how he should feel about the situation.  One the one side, he had a new baby daughter born healthy and strong...  Something he should be very happy about.  But on the other, he had his mate dying from the strain that the birth had put on her body.  A very sad event, indeed...
Fiona gasped slightly as a gentle pain rolled through her body, the afterbirth wanting to vacate her body now... But she was too weak to even think about pushing again as she murrmered, "You'll take care of her... Promise, Amps... You'll care for her... You and Callie... And Marcia..."
The elderly ampharos nods slowly, "I will, Fiona..." he replies softly.
Then with that, as the lamb squirmed hard in Callie's arms, bleating for food and warmth of its mother, Fiona died, her last breath escaping her body slowly as her tail orbed dimmed to nothing... She looked more peaceful then she ever had...
Callie glances up once to Amps and Fiona as the lamb squirms but can tell at once that the ewe had passed.  She sighs softly and coos soothingly to the lamb, pulling a small bottle out of a pocket to feed her.
The lamb gave a whimpering moan, but as soon as she felt the bottle's nub gently poking into her mouth, she sighed quietly and began to feed happily, curling up in the warm towel she'd been given and automatically assuming it to be her mother's wool..
Callie smiles and watches her feed for a moment before turning to her daughter, "Marcia.  See to Fiona's body when Amps is done." she tells her, recieving a short nod from her.  The young gothic-looking girl turns from her mother to the mourning ampharos and his dead mate, leaving Callie to return to the main decks with the newborn lamb.  She would have to be its mother for a while... at least until she could move around on her own...
On the main deck, grey clouds rolled overhead, as at the headst of the ship stood two men. One was David Thorn, now the Captain of his own small fishing troller, which he basically lived on with his family, (Callie, his wife, and Marcia, his only daughter so far), and thus explaining why Callie's herd of sheep was below decks... He steered the wheel carefully, gently stroking his coarse beard as he looked up at the stormclouds, while he ignored the complaints of the man standing beside him...
"We could have been there by now.  Easily." the man growls in irritation.  His face is nearly completely covered by a large blue scarf and wide brim hat that allowed only fleeting glimpses of blonde hair and pale skin.  The rest of him wasn't very visible either...  A silvery blue cloak flows from his shoulders, covering a long sleeve shirt and pants.
"I suppose ye've been sailing for more then 30 years, since you were just a wee deck rat? No? Didn't think so." Thorn finally snapped back, glaring at him... "Listen, Arthuer, or Artheer or whatever your name is... You get what ye pay for. You knew we weren't a charter boat, and you asked our services before hand anyways. So pull that scarf of your's tighter and hush..." he said, as he turned and noticed Callie, holding a young, wooless lamb... He tilted his head unsuredly...
"It's Arthur..." the man grumbles, tossing one tail of his scarf back over his shoulder as he turns to storm away past Callie.  The sailor's wife glances down to the lamb, gently shaking her head to Thorn's head tilt, "She didn't make it..."
Thorn had known that one of Callie's oldest sheep, one that was nigh two decades old, had been carrying a lamb... As the breeder and rancher had predicted, the lifelong friend hadn't survived the birth, and this made Thorn look apologeticlly at his wife, as he stepped over to her, looking down at the bundle of newborn fluff in her arms... "I'm sorry, m'dear... I wish there was more we coulda done for her... But she was old, and if ye pardon me, I don't think she had any buisness having a lamb... And we knew this was coming besides..." he placed a hand gently on her shoulder, "Are ye okay?"
"I'm ok..." she nods, cradling the little lamb to her chest as she sighs, "I'm ok.  I knew she probably wouldn't make it through... But it's what she wanted..."
Thorn stared at her for a moment, seemingly trying to read her as he sighed... "Aye love... I know it would be heartless to deny such a fair creature her last request... She and her mate have been loyal for so long, it almost felt like they were parts of the family. Like they were our own daughter and son..." he leaned down to look at the lamb, who gave a loud, irritated whine and batted at him gently with her paws as she tried to regrip the bottle with her gums... "What be her name?" Thorn asked, taking a step back to respect the young thing's wants...
Callie pushes the bottle toward the lamb's mouth once again to calm her, smiling softly as she thinks about Thorn's question, "Hmm...  I'm thinking Trixie..." she replies.
"Trixie be a lovely name... I'm sure your ewe would have approved..." smiled the captain, as the boat gave a soft, metal on rock creaking noise. The sailor cursed as his profession dictated, and rushed back to the headst to steer the ship... "Callie, I hate to be cutting our conversation short, but ye need to be gettin back below deck. We're nearly there, but a storm be brewing something fierce..."
"Mmkay." she nods to him before turning back to the hatch that leads down into the hold where her flock lived.  It's the safest place to be for one like her as she still wasn't perfectly comfortable with the swaying of the ship on the water.  She could cope fairly well with sickness, by now, but she wouldn't be able to leave the hold until the storm had passed.  The strange passenger doesn't follow the rancher, however, remining above deck and leaning on the ship's railing.
"Ye'll be wanting to take cover below too, in case the waves be getting too tall for ye... Many a passanger and sailor alike have been lost to churning waves..." the seaman said, as he looked out at the dark horizon, seeing a few gently flickering lights...
"I'm not going to sit in that barn you call a cargo hold." Arthur replies, turning to glare up at Thorn briefly with his dusty violet eyes.
"Would ye rather be thrown over the side into the waters? Cause, if I be telling the whole truth, I think I would hesitate to throw a life preserver to one as uncouth as ye are, lad..." Thorn said, eying him angrily as a few drops of water began to patter against the deck...
Arthur draws his cloak tighter around himself and tilts his head down so his hat could shield his face from the rain, "I can watch out for myself." he replies, moving away from the railing but still not going down below deck.
"Ye are either very brave, or a fool. I'll keep me opinions to myself..." he said, as he steered the ship quickly towards the distant shore, as below, the newborn lamb and many of the other mareep seemed to be enjoying the influx of static in the air...
A few unhappy yowls accompany the bleating mareep as the rest of Marcia's pokemon begin take shelter in the hold.  One of them, a large purple leapard-like pokemon, dashes down from the decks and angrily shakes the water out of his fur.  A purugly and her glameow kittens follow after him, along with a lithe female persian carrying a meowth doll in her jaws...
Things were getting wet in a hurry, but as the rain cascaded off of Thorn's tricorner hat, he didn't seem to notice. In fact, he almost seemed to smile as he fought against the waves... But finally, late into the night, around midnight, he pulled his boat up to Doublin dock, and got help in anchoring it, as he rang the small bell that signaled they were back on dry land...
Callie and Marcia remerge from below deck a few minutes later, both carrying a sheep in their arms.  Callie with the newborn lamb and Marcia the limp body of its mother.  They both looked a little groggy, telling that they'd likely fallen asleep during the storm.  However, Arthur doesn't seem to have a similar issue in these early morning hours.  The blue-cloaked passenger is already sweeping quickly across the deck so he could leave the ship and continue on with what he'd come to the island to do...
"Good luck, mister!" Thorn called after him, as he carefully helped his wife and child down onto the dock, immidiatly covering them with an umbrella... "Peculiar man... But we're not getting off the island tonight. We'll find an inn and rest til morning..." the fisherman said, as he guided the two females towards the almost ghostly lights of the village... "We could likely find a place to bury Fiona as well..."
"We should do that soon..." the soft, rather flat-toned voice of Marcia says as she hugs Fiona's dead body to herself.  Callie nods, leaning in close to her husband as they cluster under the umbrella, "She was born on this island." she says, "In the forest near where my parents were living, a little ways out of town.  That's where she'd probably want to be buried..."
"Then that's where I'll be takin her to bury her tonight... You girls can see it in the morning, when this rain has hopefully lifted..." he said, as they soon came to the entrance to the inn, and Thorn held out his arms to Marcia...
She relenquishes the deceased sheep to her father, keeping the same half-lidded and indifferent expression she always had.  A contrast to her mother's usualy sunny attitude.
"Allright ye too. I'll see you in just a bit..." the captain said, as he turned and, after aquiring a spade from the innkeeper, headed into the forest... He walked for awhile, merely enjoying the night... The dead sheep in his arms was an acute reminder that he could be burying his own mate or daughter, or worse, have lost them over the railing of he ship...
He was snapped out of his morbid thoughts as he came across a small clearing, which seemed to have a tight mass of petrifyed wood in its center... He set Fiona's body down gently and began to dig quietly, soon humming a tune to keep the night out before he gently set the sheep into the small hole, then covered her back up. He would remember this clearing, because of what seemed to be the petrifyed nest in its middle... After that, he nodded, then turned, and began to walk back towards the town of Doublin...
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were back in black!! :D

part of the life and love series as told by :iconineedtogivebirth: and myself ^^

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Ineedtogivebirth Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2011
Back in black and Fiona is able to rest and wait at her nest for as long as she wants now. :3 Yay.
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