Fancy

You started out...well.
All things are born in some way, shape, and form.
Who can remember their earliest years?
As you wandered, searching for purpose...

Enter, the old woman, who regretted and mourned.
Who feared her true niece would come from the grave
To bring vengeance...
And so, you were Nergal Negrelli, or rather...
Her ghost.
But as you tormented, as you became the demon this mind thought you were...
You helped the old woman face her fears.
You came to peace.

And you learned to grow, child!
Memories of being a baby, of dying in a fire.
Soon, soon-people would enter your life.
Some would like you, some would not.
Some would scare you, some would be scared of you.
And yet, these people were all minds, minds to interact with.

And such different, wonderful minds you've seen!
Colors and shapes and sizes all unique,
Thinking and pondering and working in their own little ways.
You could even poke into these minds, plant truths,
Even if these truths were in actuality lies...

And then into a mind of a creature, different, like you were from humans.
It started out small, with a silly tea party...
But your fancy fancies you; how wonderful it'd be to get married-
Make sure he has old Hoosy's hat!

But then, what happened? The old lady was gone...
Her mind nonexistent, you were wiped away, back to your original form.
Evil man of mind, dark terror that corrupts, and kills,
How could you have wandered directly into his mind?

And then, you were a little girl; a daughter that was not to be.
But you loved your mummy, and your daddy, at first-
Even if you would shy away from him later.
You met people anew, but your fancy always recognized you.
It was a bubble that threatened to pop-your powers followed you.
You searched into minds still, and saw all the pretty shapes and colors:
Even if only because of drugs.

And then, the truth came out: you were only a creature of mind.
But you were released from the Great Witch, onward to find new purpose.
And lo, behold your fancy!
Your fancy who never stopped searching for you!

At long last, purpose found anew.
A family to hold dear and cherish:
Father-in-law and Others.
And a catson who stays with you always.

No matter the journey, no matter the purpose:
In the end, you will always be your fiancé's fancy.