"It must have been hard for you to smurf your home being
desmurfed by your own hands when the other Smurfs made you angry by smurfing
that statue of you into an idol," Slouchy said after Empath had finished telling
the Smurflings about his worst nightmare. "All that hard smurf of making your
house your home for years all smurfed away in minutes."
"This smurf is not very proud of that fact, Slouchy," Empath
replied. "It felt like the very heart of this smurf was being torn out of this
smurf. For years this smurf wanted to be more like my fellow Smurfs, even with
the powers and abilities this smurf possessed and was trained to use by the
Psyches. But having heard that this smurf's being in Psychelia was no innocent
accident, and the potential possibility that this smurf was being groomed as
some sort of messiah figure, weren't things that this smurf could handle without
reacting negatively to it all."
"We never smurfed of you until you smurfed home for good,
Empath," Nat confessed, "but we never wanted you to be anything more than our
friend, even in the short time we smurfed to know you in."
"Those grown-up Smurfs didn't know what they smurfed out on
when you weren't with them," Snappy added.
"The good thing is that you're home for good, Empath,"
Sassette consoled, "so that means you have the rest of your life to smurf the
life you couldn't smurf in that place you called Psychelia."
"That, and the fact that Gargamel is no longer in the forest
to torture us anymore, are good enough reasons for this smurf to be able to get
a good night's sleep," Empath stated.
"You and us all here in the Smurf Village," Nat said, with
the other three Smurflings nodding in agreement.
Empath yawned as he settled down to sleeping on his blanket
on the floor. "Well, it's time for us to enter the peaceful solitude of sleep,"
he gently reminded the Smurflings. "Rest well, my friends...this smurf will see
you again in the morning."
"Good night, Empath," the Smurflings responded as they pulled
their blankets over themselves and closed their eyes.
Empath stayed awake for a bit as he laid on the blanket and
listened to the Smurflings drifting off to sleep. His mind reached out to the
entire village at this point and took in the sounds of every Smurf, peacefully
sleeping wherever they laid their heads, dreaming whatever came into their
minds. There was nothing going on that made any of them feel disturbed to the
point of making them restless. There were no sounds of the night except the
forest surrounding them, which to Empath seemed just as calm and still as the
village itself at this time.
And somewhere in Psychelia, Empath knew that his friend
Polaris Psyche must be resting peacefully, hearing nothing but the calm sounds
of the collective consciousness of the Psyches speaking to him in his sleeping
Yet Empath never thought that hearing nothing in his sleeping
state would be more peaceful than hearing hundreds of voices. And that seemed to
make all the difference to him.
Empath smiled at that thought. "Pleasant dreams, my fellow
Smurlfings," he whispered to them as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to
settle into the peaceful solitude of sleep, in the place that he now called
He had an entire lifetime of freedom to look forward to.