Empath continued to watch what Traveler was revealing through the timeline they were traveling through. "This one is sensing the sadness of watching Smurfette grow apart from what you are desiring to have with her, Empath, even knowing that your alternate self is now intimate with someone else," Traveler said.
"This smurf admits that watching this alternate history is not easy for this smurf to endure, Traveler," Empath said. "How are you able to watch all these histories that you explore without finding yourself to be an active part of it?"
"There is much about my history that you are not meant to know at this time, Empath," Traveler said. "My role as the guardian of Smurf history does leave this one jealous for actively taking a part in that history, that this one cannot make any changes in the history lest it would disrupt any future events in the long run."
"Then it would be out of the question for this smurf to request for you to make any changes regarding this smurf having to live his life in Psychelia," Empath said, realizing what Traveler was talking about.
"Your life in Psychelia is part of the history that this one must protect at all costs, despite how you would feel otherwise," Traveler said. "In time you will understand how it fits in with the future that you and your fellow Smurfs will someday live through."
Then Traveler took Empath a bit further into an important day in this alternate timeline: the day of Smurfette's wedding. Every Smurf was gathered around at the altar set up for the ceremony, with Papa Smurf as the presiding minister ready to marry her to her future husband. Hefty Smurf was dressed in a sparkling tuxedo, anxiously waiting for his bride to come to the altar. Beside him was Handy, who was chosen as his best man, who looked every bit of jealous of his own brother's good fortune
Then the wedding march played, and all the Smurfs and their guests turned to see Smurfette being brought to the altar by Willpower, who was her escort. Smurfette looked beautiful in her wedding gown, which made Empath feel just a little bit jealous. Following them was Flowerbell, who was the matron of honor, Pansy, Lilac, and Bramble, who were the bridesmaids, Duncan McSmurf, Tuffy, and Century, who were his ushers, Sassette, who was the flower girl, and Snappy, who was the ringbearer. Hefty smiled as Smurfette now stood beside him and he lifted the veil to see her beautiful face smiling back at him with eyes of love.
"My little Smurfs, as both your Papa Smurf and the leader of this village," Papa Smurf began, "it smurfs me great pleasure to smurf the long-awaited privilege of smurfing these two fine Smurfs together in the bonds of smurfy matrimony. As it was smurfed in the beginning, so shall it smurf by the decree of nature, that male and female shall be smurfed together as one so that they may be fruitful with the blessings of love and family. I know how eager the both of you are in wanting to smurf eternity with each other. However, if there is any Smurf who feels that these two should not be smurfed together in marriage, please smurf now or forever hold your smurf!"
Every Smurf looked at each other and wondered if they should say anything to keep the couple from being married to each other, but in the end none of them said a word.
"If there are no objections, then let us proceed," Papa Smurf said. "Hefty Smurf, do you take Smurfette to be your smurfully-wedded wife, to cherish, honor, and obey, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for better and for worse, to love her as long as you both shall smurf?"
"Oh, yes, I do, Papa Smurf," Hefty said.
"And Smurfette, do you take Hefty Smurf to be your smurfully-wedded husband, to cherish, honor, and obey, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for better and for worse, to love him as long as you both shall smurf?"
"I do, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said.
Papa Smurf then called forth Snappy. He raised up the pillow which contained the rings that Smithy Smurf has forged for them. "These rings made of gold will show that the two of you are insmurfably bound to each other for all time. You will smurf your own vows and in turn smurf the ring on the other's finger."
Hefty was the first to take the ring. "Smurfette, from the day I met you, I knew that we would smurf together for all time as Smurf and wife someday, and you have made me a better Smurf for it." He then placed the ring on Smurfette's finger. "With this ring, I vow that, from the smurfs of my own soul, to be the kind of Smurf that you want me to be, to smurf you everything that your heart desires no matter the cost, to make you the one and only Smurf that I will always love above all others."
Smurfette took the second ring. "Hefty, from the moment I smurfed eyes on you, I smurfed as if my Prince Smurfing has come at last, that you are a brave and strong Smurf who would always smurf to my rescue and that you would never fail to protect me." She then placed the ring on Hefty's finger. "With this ring, I vow that, from everything that I smurf within me, I will be the Smurfette that you want me to be...to smurf you a home and a family that will always love you, and to have you as the one and only Smurf that I will always smurf above all others."
"Then, by the powers smurfed in me by Mother Nature and Father Time, who smurf before us as witnesses, and by all the Smurfs who have smurfed throughout the ages, I shall pronounce that Hefty Smurf and Smurfette are now husband and wife," Papa Smurf said. "May this bond between them smurf for all time!"
Every Smurf in the audience cheered wildly at the pronouncement, while Tuffy thrust his fist in the air to show his approval.
"And now you may kiss the bride," Papa Smurf said to Hefty.
Again the audience cheered and clapped their hands as they saw Hefty kiss Smurfette with a very passionate kiss.
"This is just so beautiful, I can't stop crying," Weepy said.
"I hate crying at weddings," Grouchy said.
At the reception, Hefty and Smurfette enjoyed their first dance together as Twanger, Fiddler, and Piper provided the music for the Smurfs to dance to. Greedy brought out a big cake that took Duncan and Tuffy to carry out together, with figures of the bride and groom created by Sculptor. Hefty and Smurfette had fun stuffing each other with the first slices of the wedding cake that they cut together. Vanity with his photo-smurfer took a lot of pictures of the happy couple so that they could remember this happy moment together for the rest of their lives.
Tapper was seen at the wedding wearing his green-plaid kilt with his tuxedo. "So how does it feel to finally have your wish smurf true and be married to one of your fellow Smurfs, my dear Smurfette?" Tapper asked as he served the smurfberry wine to all the Smurfs and their guests.
"Oh, it's like a dream come true, Tapper, even though I wish Empath could have been here to smurf it," Smurfette said.
"Forgive me for voicing my opinion, Smurfette, but I do find myself wishing that it was Empath that you were going to marry instead of Hefty," Tapper said. "Not that I think that Hefty will not be a good husband unto you, if his actions have proven anything."
"If that laddie was here, Tapper, I'd wager that he would be the first to disapprove of this wedding," Duncan said. "I'd be thinking the same as you, that Empath would have been the one Smurfette was marrying right now instead of that heart-smurfed showoff."
"Look, we can't unsmurf what has happened yesterday, even as much as I would want to," Smurfette said, sounding like she didn't like how Tapper and Duncan were not appreciating the fact of her being married to Hefty. "I believe that if he was here to smurf this wedding for himself, he would want me to be happy with whatever Smurf I would choose to marry, as long as I would choose with my heart and my mind, and if that's how I want to honor Empath's memory, then there's nothing in this world that will make me smurf otherwise."
"Nobody's saying that you shouldn't honor what Empath would have wanted, if your happiness was more important to him than his own, lassie," Duncan said. "We're just saying that Empath will always be on our minds, and I'm sure that he will always be on yours no matter how much you love Hefty as the one and only Smurf in your life now."
Just then, Hefty joined Smurfette, Tapper, and Duncan. "Anything important in this conversation that I miss? Because me and Smurfette are going to get ready to smurf off on our honeymoon," Hefty said.
"We only want to smurf you the best of good fortune for your marriage, and that the Almighty will bless you and keep you smurfed together with threefold cords that cannot quickly be broken, my good Hefty," Tapper said.
"And if we hear that you've been mistreating the sweet lassie, Hefty, you're going to have to answer to me for your misdeeds," Duncan warned.
"Don't worry your smurfs about that, Gutsy...Smurfette is in good smurfs with me wherever we go," Hefty said as he took Smurfette's hand and they headed for the wicker gondola that Feathers the crane was carrying. As the gondola lifted itself off the ground and the other Smurfs and guests gathered around it, Hefty and Smurfette looked down at their fellow Smurfs as if it were the last time they would ever see them like this. Then Smurfette threw her bouquet to the crowd while Hefty threw something frilly of Smurfette's.
"I canít believe this!" Sassette jumped up and down with excitement. "I just smurfed the bouquet!"
"Thatís nothing, Sassette!" Snappy jeered, holding up what looked like a garter. "I just smurfed something even better -- Smurfetteís slingshot!"
"Gee, Snappy, thatís a funny-smurfing slingshot you have there," Slouchy commented, sounding very sly.
"You know what they say," Nat added. "He who smurfs the slingshot must marry she who smurfs the bouquet!"
"Wait a minute!" Snappy whined, caught by surprise. "You mean -- I have to marry Sassette?"
"And I have to marry Snappy?" Sassette asked, also surprised.
Both of them stuck their tongues out at that thought. "Eeww -- thatís gross!" they both said together.
Nat and Slouchy decided to have more fun with that thought. "Snappy and Sassette sitting in a tree, s-m-u-r-f-i-n-g," they sang together, further teasing the both of them. "First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a Smurfling in a baby carriage!"
Disgusted, Snappy and Sassette threw the bouquet and the garter at Nat and Slouchy as they laughed. They knew when they had enough teasing, even about something they certainly werenít going to think about.
Traveler and Empath continued to watch Smurfette's married life with Hefty unfold from the point of their honeymoon onward. She was a very faithful housekeeper, and while Greedy was as jealous as most of the other Smurfs for seeing her marry Hefty, he nonetheless taught Smurfette some more things about cooking. She managed to pick up the rest on her own with some cookbooks from the archives house and became just as good as Greedy was. Her own home was converted into a haven for the married couple with the help of Handy, Carpenter, Mason, and Smithy, freeing up Hefty's old house to be a private gym that any Smurf could use. And she decorated it with all the style that would have made Vanity proud of her, had he even bothered to look away from his hand mirror to get a glance.
Papa Smurf seemed pleased with each growing day to see his village running smoothly with his little Smurfs working together since the wedding, and for Hefty to be greeted by Smurfette at the end of every day with a hot supper, a clean house, and some warm affection from her. Yet Smurfette still felt a bit of sadness for the one Smurf she wished she could have married: Empath. Every now and then, Smurfette would pay a visit to Empath's memorial to tell him about new things that were going on in the village and how her marriage with Hefty was going, saying how much she felt loved by Hefty but still felt a bit of emptiness for Empath. Sometimes Smurfette would visit the gym to vent her frustrations out on the punching bag, feeling upset at the somewhat cruel twist of fate that was handed to her, yet knowing that there was nothing she could do about it.
After yet another hard day had ended, when Smurfette sat down at the dinner table and listened to Hefty talk about what went on in the village, she broke down and cried.
"What's wrong, Smurfette?" Hefty asked, sounding concerned. "Is it something I smurfed?"
"No, Hefty, it isn't you," Smurfette replied as she wept. "I just feel a bit lonely thinking about Empath and what's smurfing on with him, knowing that he's gone from the village and that he isn't coming back. I feel like I'm losing my mind."
"Now look here, Smurfette, everything will be all right," Hefty consoled as he went over and hugged Smurfette. "Empath is back in Psychelia, living the life that was smurfed to him, that's all. He smurfed you those moments of happiness that you should be happy to smurf from him for the time he had to smurf with us. He will always be special to you in his own way, don't forget that. But no matter what happens, I just want you to know that I will always love you."
Smurfette felt herself feeling a little better, being held like this. "And I love you, too, Hefty." She then picked up a pair of knitting needles that were in the process of knitting something.
"Hmmm...looks like you've been smurfing up a little something for Baby Smurf," Hefty noticed, seeing that Smurfette was knitting up a pair of booties. But then, he noticed from Smurfette's reaction that these really weren't meant for Baby Smurf. She was trying to tell him something.
"I've just been thinking," Smurfette started to say, "about smurfing a child of my own someday that we can both share our love for each other with, Hefty."
"You want a child from me, Smurfette?" Hefty said. "Well, this is one task for Hefty Smurf that I'm certainly not going to smurf away from, not now and not ever."
With that, he picked Smurfette up off her chair and carried her off in his arms. Smurfette laughed as her husband took her away from the kitchen, looking in her eyes like he always wanted to do this with her. It felt so natural to be alone with him like this.
She felt more than happy that Hefty was her husband.
Traveler then took Empath a few months ahead, to a point in time where Papa Smurf sent Hefty, Duncan, and Tuffy on an important mission near the mountain range at the edge of the forest. Papa Smurf and Smurfette then noticed sometime later that Duncan and Tuffy returned to the village without Hefty and looking very injured, as if they have been in a fight with someone. "Great Smurfs Of Fire! What happened to the two of you? And where's Hefty?" Papa Smurf asked.
"It was those Psyches that smurfed us, Papa Smurf," Duncan said. "They just took Hefty with them without explaining themselves. We tried to smurf him back from the Psyches, but they were just too strong for the both of us."
"Oh no!" Smurfette gasped, her heart going out to Hefty. "What would those Psyches want with Hefty?"
"We only wish we knew, Smurfette," Tuffy answered. "I can understand them taking Empath back to Psychelia, but Hefty? He's just an average Smurf like us."
"I have a very bad feeling that the Psyche Master wants something from us, but what it is I'm not certain," Papa Smurf said with some foreboding. "Duncan, Tuffy, I want you both to smurf to Psychelia as soon as possible and try to smurf an audience with the Psyche Master so we can smurf this mess straightened out."
"Papa Smurf, I should go with Duncan and Tuffy to help get Hefty back from them," Smurfette requested.
"Smurfette, I don't think that is a wise decision to smurf," Papa Smurf said.
"The Psyche Master smurfed away one of the two Smurfs that I loved very much," Smurfette said passionately. "I'll be smurfed if I let him smurf away the other Smurf that I love from my life as well."
"The way she seems to be smurfing right now, Papa Smurf, I don't think I'd want to stop her from smurfing the Psyche Master a piece of her smurf," Tuffy commented.
Papa Smurf sighed, realizing that Tuffy is right. "As long as you two are accompanying Smurfette to Psychelia in order to keep her safe, I will allow her to do so this time. Remember that you're not to smurf anything that may antagonize the Psyches and cause the Psyche Master to smurf a war with us. Is that understood, my little Smurfs?"
"We understand, Papa Smurf," all three Smurfs said together before they climbed on board Feathers and took off into the sky.
Traveler and Empath watched as Duncan, Tuffy, and Smurfette flew together toward Psychelia, all three of them armed with quarterstaffs. They each had a look of determination that showed that they were not going to leave that place without getting Hefty back.
"There it is, right down below us," Duncan said as he saw the glistening city on the other side of the mountain range. "Now remember what Papa Smurf said, that we're not here to start a war with the Psyches."
"Somebody should tell that to the Psyches, because if they're not going to let us in peacefully, they're going to be smurfing something whether or not we smurf the first hit," Tuffy said.
"Just control that impulsive fighting spirit of yours until we find out whether we can reason with those pale-faces, Tuffy," Duncan warned.
"All I really care about right now is getting Hefty back, no matter what it smurfs," Smurfette said.
After landing outside the domain of Psychelia, the three Smurfs approached the gates of the city, where they were greeted by the Psychelian Guard Elite patrolling the entrances. "Halt!" one of the guards said as two of the guards raised up their energy spears. "Outsiders are not allowed entry into the domain of Psychelia."
"We are here under orders from Papa Smurf to smurf an audience with the Psyche Master so we can find out what he wants with Hefty so we can smurf him back to the village safely, laddies," Duncan said.
"What the Psyche Master wants with the captured savage is his own personal matter and nobody else's to know about," the second guard said. "We are assigned to prevent others of your kind from making any sort of rescue on his behalf."
"What smurfs you the right to kidnap Smurfs from our village?" Tuffy asked. "You got what you smurfed for by smurfing away Empath...isn't that enough for you?"
"Empath is property of the Psyche Master, and has been returned to us by his official decree," the first guard said. "We will not have any further discussions on this matter. You will freely depart from us right now, or we will force you to leave...the choice is yours."
"You're going to have to force us to leave, because we're not leaving without you smurfing back Hefty," Smurfette demanded.
"If that is what you desire, then remember that you have been warned," the second guard said, as he and the first guard readied themselves for a fight.
At that moment, one of the Psychelian Counselors arrived at the gates. "The Psyche Master has granted permission for only the female Smurf to seek an audience with him in his chambers. The other Smurfs are to be detained until the Psyche Master's business with the female is concluded. Acknowledge."
"This one acknowledges, Master," both guards responded at the same time. They lowered their energy spears and stepped aside briefly to allow Smurfette passage.
"Well, at least they're letting you smurf in, lassie," Duncan said. "Don't worry about us; we'll be waiting for you right here until you return."
"Thanks for smurfing with me, Duncan," Smurfette said, smiling. She then followed the Psychelian Counselor to the entrance of the Psyche Master's chambers, where inside she saw that Hefty was already with the Psyche Master, writhing in pain from the electric shocks he was forced to endure.
"Hefty! What has he been smurfing to you?" Smurfette cried as she went over to where Hefty was lying on the floor.
"Smurfette...please don't...smurf out of here while you can," Hefty muttered, trying to speak through the electric shocks.
"No!" Smurfette insisted "I'm not going to leave you here! We're not leaving unless we're leaving together!"
"So you are the female Smurf to whom belongs this savage being that my Psyches have captured," the Psyche Master said, drawing Smurfette's attention.
"Yes, I am, and I don't appreciate what it is you're smurfing to him at all," Smurfette said. "How can you kidnap a Smurf like him and smurf him through all sorts of pain? What sort of beings are you that smurf some sort of pleasure in making other creatures suffer?"
"There is no pleasure in anything that I am doing, Smurfette," the Psyche Master responded. "I sense that he shares the same bond that you do with another Smurf who is now one of us. I have captured him for the specific purpose of drawing whoever he shares that bond with to me so that I can show you something very important."
"Whatever you have to show me, Psyche Master, I have no interest in it," Smurfette said. "You smurfed Empath away from me, and now you're trying to smurf Hefty away from me, and I won't let you smurf it."
"What became of Empath is what I want to show you, if you will be patient enough to entertain my demonstration," the Psyche Master said. And then as Smurfette watched, the glowing rainbow column of light changed into the form of a person, and as the light faded, Smurfette saw that it took on the form of a Smurf in a glowing light-blue robe, and not just any Smurf, but one particular Smurf that she recognized.
"Empath...is that you?" Smurfette asked as the blue-robed figure approached her.
Empath stared at her with eyes that seemed very blank, yet saw all. "I am more than just Empath now, Smurfette...I am the Psyche Master," he replied in a voice that was at normal volume level, yet sounded very flat and unemotional.
"Empath, what has become of you? Why are you all smurfed up like this? And what's happened to your eyes?" Smurfette asked, sounding cautious and fearful.
"The Psyche Master has revealed his true purpose for me, Smurfette," Empath answered. "I am to be his successor, to carry on the legacy of being the supreme ruler of Psychelia, to control the Psyches and to guide them in the proper ways of the Psyche as he would have wanted of me. The Psyches do not know and will never know that the Psyche Master has died and passed on his great power and knowledge to me as his successor. All they know is that Empath Psyche has joined the Great Ancestors."
"But why are you smurfing me this, Empath?" Smurfette asked. "Why did you have to smurf Hefty away from me to smurf me all the way here just for this?"
"The Psyche Master was unable to drive the memory of you completely away from my mind, Smurfette," Empath said. "It has been buried so deep in my mind that when I became the Psyche Master, it was the only thing that was fresh in my mind that I had to do something about. I sense that you're now married to Hefty, and now he has given you a child...something I wish that I could have given you myself."
"A child?" Smurfette said, sounding surprised. "You sensed that I now have a child from Hefty?"
"Yes, and it's that very thought that disgusts me, that you would give yourself over to this savage brute that you married to carry a child from him," Empath said with barely disguised anger in his voice. "That is why he must be made to suffer...that if I cannot share my love physically with you, then neither can he."
Smurfette couldn't believe what Empath was saying. "You'd...destroy my marriage with Hefty just because we can never be together? How could you smurf such a thing like this? Don't you remember anything of what you were like when you were still a Smurf?"
"I am no longer the Smurf you remembered, Smurfette," Empath said flatly. "That part of me is gone...I am the Psyche Master now, and I must fulfill the destiny that I have been prepared for."
"Please, Empath, don't smurf this to me," Smurfette cried out, finding herself weeping. "I'm sorry that I hurt you by marrying Hefty, but you've got to let me smurf my own life now if you can no longer smurf the life that you once had in the Smurf Village anymore. Hefty loves me and hasn't smurfed anything to hurt me. He's become the Smurf in my life that I only wish you could have been. If you're happy with the life you now smurf in Psychelia, then at least let me and Hefty be happy with the life that we now smurf together."
Empath looked at Smurfette as she gently touched his face, hoping that he would have some sort of recognition, some spark of what he used to be still left inside him. For a moment, Smurfette saw Empath blink, and then he closed his eyes as a single tear began to fall from his face. Smurfette had a feeling that Empath was starting to remember.
"Go and return to the village with your husband, Smurfette," Empath said, turning away from her. "This will be the last time we will ever see each other in this lifetime."
At that moment, the electrical shocks have dissipated from Hefty, allowing him to slowly pick himself up from the floor. Smurfette watched tearfully as Empath headed back to the center of the chamber and disappeared within the rainbow column of light that re-emerged.
"Hefty, are you all right?" Smurfette asked as Hefty made his way over to her.
"I'm just as smurfy as ever, Smurfette," Hefty said rather weakly. "Let's leave this place and let Empath smurf in peace away from the rest of us."
Traveler and Empath watched as Smurfette returned to the Smurf Village with Hefty, Duncan, and Tuffy. Papa Smurf was glad to see that Hefty was still alive, but was saddened to hear from Smurfette that Empath was now the Psyche Master and that he would never return to the Smurf he was ever again. The whole village did not like hearing the news and feared that someday Empath as the Psyche Master might make war with the Smurfs, but Smurfette knew in her heart that Empath would never do such a thing even as the Psyche Master, that he would leave the Smurfs in peace with their own lives while he led the Psyches in living their lives.
Traveler and Empath skipped ahead several months to when Smurfette's child would be born. Papa Smurf was with Hefty and Smurfette wearing a hospital mask and gown as Hefty coached Smurfette all the way through the birthing process, as painful as the laboring was for her. Outside Hefty and Smurfette's house, the other Smurfs gathered around, eagerly waiting for the moment of birth, wondering if it's going to be a boy or a girl.
Then, at last, they all heard the sound of a newborn baby crying. "Congratulations, Hefty and Smurfette," Papa Smurf said as he held the newborn baby Smurf in his arms. "It's a girl!"
Hefty seemed a bit disappointed at the news, but nonetheless he watched as Papa Smurf cleaned up the baby, gave her a Smurf hat, and handed her over to Smurfette, who cradled their newborn daughter in her arms.
"She's beautiful, Smurfette, just like you," Hefty said with a smile. "She's got your eyes, your hair, your smile...she's just how I would see you as a little baby."
"And look what else she's got from you, Hefty," Smurfette said, noticing a little red mark in the shape of a heart on her right upper arm.
Hefty saw it for himself and was amazed. "Why, she's going to be as strong as her Papa Smurf!"
Papa Smurf dressed the little baby Smurf in one of Baby Smurf's sleepers, then let Hefty show off his daughter to the rest of the Smurfs who were waiting outside to see the child. Some of the Smurfs were amazed, while some others were disappointed that Hefty fathered a daughter. Grouchy got a hold of the child and was surprised at the strong grip she had on his nose. "I hate baby Smurfs with strong grips," he muttered.
Smurfette joined Hefty outside her house in a wheelsmurfer, watching her fellow Smurfs rejoicing at the presence of another baby Smurf in the village. Hefty kissed Smurfette, feeling happy for the moment that they were now proud parents of what would become the next generation of Smurfs.