Prologue

Hey everyone, the name's DRAGONGHOST, DG for short, or whatever you feel like. Some of you may even know me as Firon.

Anyway, I've been wanting to make a Timmy/Vicky fanfic for sometime. Some of you may think I'm crazy for such a thing and I can understand that. I was there when FOP first started on nickelodeon, followed it like everyone else, and easily remember the Vicky and Timmy, Predator and Prey, Hunter and Hunted relationship they've shared throughout the duration of the entire FOP series. But at the same time, that's what makes this pairing so, interesting and fun. It's a challenge that I cannot refuse to accept, I HAVE to do this. But I'm pretty sure some of you are already aware of this, for why else would you come here.

So if you must flame me, then go ahead and roast me to a beautiful glaze of black ash. Yet, before you do, walk with me, guide me, see what it is I see.

If there be a god, give me the strength to see this through till the check mark of completion. And may others, who share my sight, find peace in their souls and the will to read it to the end.

Btw, if any of you are reading this pass September 24, 2015-but have been reading since before the given date, chances are that you're a little confused by the new prologue. Head to the bottom Author's Note-before or after reading the chapter-where I will further clarify what's going on.

Dark, it was, inside the caverns and, not to mention, cool. The walls were made from solid rock, soft dirt, and gave off a smells of earth that could be found in the natural world or even at a farm. It was free of moisture, despite the low temperature, and was well dried like a towel before use.

Quiet, it was also, inside these tunnels. Hear that, of course not, for only the song of silence entertains these parts. No echoes of falling rocks from insecure structures. No howling wind, for there was no breach or opening which would allow such a thing.

There was no life, not even plant life. The caverns were so deep that if there were any plants from the outside world, their roots wouldn't be able to crack the ceiling of the caves. The place was also empty of moss or fungus, and thus no insect or animal would think to prosper here. If they even knew where here was.

There was a sense of ancient built into these caverns, as if they were thousands of years old. Such a sense was so strong, it could have a person forget his or her birthday if he/she had lived as long as these caves. It was a land that time forgot long, long ago.

Surprisingly, though, it was in fact a land yet to be discovered by time, for these desert like caverns were actually new to their environment.

It wasn't eons that the caverns experienced throughout the duration of their existence, instead it was just a few years. They were quite young as geological features deep within the earth, babies to many of the much older ones.

Yet, they were non the less impressive, both in structure and in use. For these weren't simply, natural caverns, like the many others throughout the world. The shifting of tectonic plates didn't create them, and neither did the work of weathering or erosion from other natural occurrences. Instead they were made through and served what was more of a super natural purpose.

As for being deserted and void of all life, that itself was temporary.

Down one of the long tunnels, a humming sound slowly shook the quietness in the earth. It was soon followed by a glow that rose from the surface of the surrounding floor, wall, and ceiling. A multitude of colors shown on the rocks and dirt, blue, green, red, and many more with different shades for each. As the humming got louder, the colors got brighter, and a burning, but sweet smell entered and mixed with the calming, earthly smell from before.

Finally, when the colors reached a point of brightness where they were nearly half white, sparks flew from the brighter parts of the tunnel. At first they were small, like those born from two flint stones being smashed together. However, they showered the tunnel until they were followed by new sparks, electric ones that is. They cackled against the face of the tunnel, as if they were stretching and exercising their new found power. Suddenly, one flew from the floor to the ceiling, then another from the ceiling to floor. Wall to wall, floor to wall, wall to ceiling, the electrical sparks raced back and forth, round and round. Soon they connected the insides of the tunnel to one another like an intricate spider web made from a rainbow of lightning. The new spectacle didn't stop there, for just then the web of lightning began to melt withing itself and meld together as it rotated both clock-wise and counter clock-wise. A huge whirlpool of light swirled its way to life in the cavern as the process reached completion, robbing the caverns of their eternal darkness.

While the magnificent display was indeed, magnificent, it still had one last purpose to serve than just being so. In the center of whirlpool, where the light was so pure and white, a shadow came into vision just before a hooded figure dressed in a long dark cloak stepped through. The person only took a few steps forward before the humming and brightness reached an intense climax and caused the whirlpool to burst like a bubble, leaving a brilliant explosion as a parting gift. Soon, the caverns returned to their dark and quiet state from before. Except this time the footsteps of the newcomer rang throughout them.

Though it was nearly pitch black, the person continued to walk along the tunnel without hesitation guided by memory and natural sense. This wasn't the hooded figure's first time in the caverns, and it wouldn't be the last. There was work to be done, and only so much time for it to be done.

After treading in the tunnels for several minutes a wall appeared as a dead end was revealed, halting the figure. Unfazed by this, however, the figure waved a fingerless gloved hand in front of the flat wall. The wall began to wave and shimmer before ripples appeared on its surface as if it were made of water. Then from the center the wall began to crumble and break down. Rock, pebbles, and dirt shifted as a hole opened up in the center and grew larger. Soon, a new door way to big room formed before the figure as a neat circle. The figure stepped through and, like the whirlpool from before, the hole disappeared as all material imploded and collapsed.

This new room was different from the rest of the caverns. Here there was life in the form of mushrooms and moss that grew from the walls and ceiling in the room. Also, in contrast to the caverns from before, the fungus and plants in the roomed glowed blue and green against the darkness. There was a pool of water over to one side of the room, at the bottom were glowing crystals that seemed to be made of light. At the end of the room there was a dark square built into the wall, almost like a window.

But the figure didn't pay attention to any of this and made a beeline for the pool of water.

At the edge of the water, the figure stopped and began to rummage through the cloak before it ceased to move. Slowly, it produce an item from the cloak and held it above the pool. It was a purple lava lamp secured inside a cage of black metal. Propping it up into the air, the caged lava lamp ignored the law of gravity and floated away from the figure. Once it was at a considerable distance in the center of the glowing pool, the figure's right hand clenched together in a tight fist. Cracks appeared on the cage holding the lava lamp, glowing red as if it were bleeding. They grew bigger all around the cage, connecting to and running through other cracks. Finally, the cage exploded and shards of the metal raced away from the lamp and into the water. There they dissolved into little specs that eventually dissolved into nothing, disappearing without a trace.

The lamp continued to float in place for awhile, as if its release had no effect on it at all. It was almost motionless besides a slight up and down bobbing, almost as if it were in a ship rocking on the waves of the pool. But that changed soon enough.

Slowly, the lamp began to spin around. It glowed with energy, a bit of heat, almost convincing enough for someone to believe that there was actual lava inside. Smoke, colored purple, began to billow from the top of the lamp, then shoot directly upwards as if the lamp were a volcano. It moved in the air above the pool and began to spread out towards the edge nearby, but suddenly stopped there. It was as if there was an invisible wall surrounding the pool, and as the smoke continued to pour out of the lamp, it made its own wall as it rose and filled in the space above the water.

Just as soon as it appeared, the smoke began to shift and move in reverse. Instead of trying to force its way out of the pool it receded back to where it originated. The lamp continued to spin and rotate in the center of the pool, one would think that it were a fishing reel pulling in the line. The smoke compacted together, so tightly, no simple breeze would disturbed.

Poof! The former, solid like smoke gave way with a small explosion. The color changed from purple to white, signaling that whatever special properties that it had from before were no longer a part of it. There was one thing left that was, though.

Instead of it being the smoke, however, it was what the smoke hid inside itself.

At the center of the pool, where the smoke was thickest, there was a shadow surrounded three shining lights which showed through the smoke. The most recognizable of the three was the dark purple one from the lava lamp, which was beneath the shadow. The other two lights were the same as each other, shining brightly like the reflection of the sun off of freshly polished glass; they floated on both sides of the shadow. As the smoke cleared and became thinner, the shadow began to take shape. When it was finally all gone, all that was left was a man.

Well, not exactly a man...to be exact. The upper part of his body was human. He wore a sleeveless, blue vest with two golden buttons along with a sleeveless white shirt under that. On each arm he had four gold bands, one large one on his bicep and three small ones at his wrists and forearms. He also had a red bow tie at his neck, as well as ear rings that floated right next to his ears. He had a beard sticking straight from his chin that curled up at the end. His black hair seemed to be naturally bushy, yet he manage to keep a straight pony tail. He wore sunglasses and had purple eyes.

It was the bottom half of his body that brought doubt. A red sash was wrapped around his waste and below it was were things changed. Where his legs should have been, the normal legs of a human, was instead a blue tail.

He was a man, if you wanted to consider the fact that he was a 'he'. Aside from that he was not human, but instead a genie.

And he was not a happy one at that.

His eyes burned with an unforgiving rage, if his sunglasses were on properly then the purple glow of pupils could still be seen. Each hand he held opened was surrounded by sparkling lights, his magic, waiting to serve whatever mystical purpose he had for them. His tail coiled slowly in the air, much like a serpent posing to strike. The lamp underneath him, his magic lamp, radiated a sense of malice that reflected its genie's own feeling.

But there was fear in the mix of those feelings, a fear strong enough to cause a fifty millennium old genie to act on it.

"Normally I grant three wishes to the one who uncovers my lamp's secret and frees me," the genie spoke "And normally those three wishes turn out to be tricks that cause pain and suffering."

The figure remained silent at the edge of the pool.

"But for you, I think I'll skip right to the pain and suffering." The genie raised both hands above his head, gathering his power. The hooded figure also lifted a hand, catching the eye of the genie. On the middle finger of the fingerless glove hand were two rings, platinum with tiny diamonds encrusted into them as a row. The hand was turned so the genie could see the back of it and the other side of the rings. One ring, the one further down the base of the middle finger, had a pink crystal in the middle as the ring's stone that dwarfed the small diamonds. The other ring also had a crystal embedded in the center of ring, larger and wider than the tiny diamonds. But this one was pale and lifeless compared to the pink one.

Recognition flooded into the genie's face."Oh my..."

"Took you long enough to figure it out, Norm." the hooded figure voice belonged to that of a young girl, and her tone was that of one being satisfied. "You sure took your time earlier with the smoke screen and taking your physical form. I thought you would have came out a whole lot faster."

"I-I've been cautious for some time now..." Norm the genie stuttered at first but soon found it once more.

The girl tilted her head to one side."You mean like you should've been several years ago. Y'know? When I warned you the first few umpteenth times."

Norm flinched at the words that were flung towards him. Her tone wasn't sour, acidic, or menacing at all. It was the truth that humbled the genie before the girl, for she had been right.

"Sigh. There were originally three things you weren't suppose to be able escape from. But actually there are five, and you got caught in one of the two anyone rarely talks about." The genie looked into the hood the girl wore.

"The crafts of the Anti-Magi." He said knowingly.

The girl nodded.

The genie pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his as eyes. "I tried to warn you, to convince you. But you didn't listen, went off on a much desired vacation around the world, in particularly Canada, and were enjoying the freedom you earned from your lamp. But we know what happened next on that list, right?"

Though Norm felt speechless, he found it in him to answer.

"A month ago I was being followed, it was them, the Anti-Magi. Ever since I was on the run until they caught me three days ago. I waited...so long...for what was to come next. But then, I was here-" He gestured to the cave around him.

"-Wherever here is."

"For now, you can call it safe. And, a correction to your earlier statement, it was two months that you were being follow instead of one."

Norm's eyes widen at what she said, but before he could question her, she said "I'm not the little girl I was a few years ago, in case you're wondering. But my point is that the Anti-Magi didn't just track you down, they planned your capture and then made it known that they were tracking you down. You were officially doomed when you first saw them."

The genie growled in frustration. How could he of all people be so stupid, he had been a master of tricking and manipulating others for fifty thousand years. Not that anyone from those millennium hadn't been capable of returning the favor, but then the worst that happened was that he would return to the lamp. However, the reason it infuriated him so much was because this time he nearly lost everything.

Including his life.

"Luckily, I found them first. I would have come to you sooner, but that would have been a waste. It was better to listen in on their plans for the capture and then crash the party, than just argue with you."

Norm was quiet, once again. Even if he wanted to talk back, and enter his usual sarcastic tongue, he just couldn't.

"Norm..." the girl called to him.

He looked up and focused towards her. Even though she had cloaked herself well and he couldn't see past the hood, he could tell she had really grown a lot.

"I'm not trying to be mean, or too hard on you. In fact, I had forgiven you long ago when you ignored what I was trying to tell you. It's in the past for good."

That wasn't what he expected. Apparently it was only in body that she grew in, because she continued to hold an air of nobility and kindness around her.

"But I've been so foolish..."

"Whatever you're feeling right now doesn't require my forgiveness, but your own redemption." This really caused Norm to be surprised, so he replied "What do you mean, by redemption?"

"The Anti-Magi have been preparing for years, more years than I even know of. They know what they have to do to win this. But so do I, and I'm telling you right now that we still have a chance."

There was silence.

"Tell me what you need," Norm's voice broke the silence and away from its dull state from before. "Tell me what it is I can do to redeem myself."

The girl nodded from under her hood. "We're hidden from the Anti-Magi, here, and we can even watch their movements to a certain limit. It's a good base, but, when I leave, I'm limited to only what my own eyes can see. I need you to be my eyes here and to keep me updated on anything that I could miss by accident. Plus, not being in my own 'regular' life itself has its own consequences."

"Okay, I can hold down the fort for you." he snapped his fingers. "What else?"

Though he couldn't see them, he could feel her eyes staring back into his.

"I need my third wish."

Norm could feel the intensity in her voice.

"I need it now and I need you to do it without your usual tricks."

He laughed, and he kept laughing. He continued to laugh for sometime until he was finished. And then he laughed some more.

"Sigh. Just this once, without being outsmarted by someone in my fifty thousand years as a genie, I think I can do that for you."

The hooded girl nodded and said out loud in a clear voice:

"My wish is for the one who I saw in my dreams from the first wish. He who was mean't to receive a piece of my second wish. It is he who will help me save not only humans but magical and non-magical beings everywhere. Whatever planet he comes from. Whatever dimension he hails from. I wish he were here by my side to face off the evil that threatens all living beings!"

The room was quiet, the only sound in it was the slow waves from the pool and the breathing from the girl. It took her a moment to regain her breathing, but when she finally managed to do so she looked back at the genie.

Who, by the way, just stared at her over his sun glasses.

"Y'know, when I said I wouldn't trick you when granting your third wish I actually mean't it."

"Ugh" was her only reply.

"I mean seriously, am I that untrustworthy that you have to be that descriptive. Or are you just that excited to meet this guy" He said the last word with a particular tone and a smile. "I've seen contracts from lawyers longer then that wish but not with that kind of passion-"

"Are you going to grant my wish or not!" her usual calm voice escalated to a highly, not calm one.

Norm chuckled to her sudden fluster. He still got it.

"Not to worry doll, your wish was put in order at the top of my list." He said cooly. "But you'll have to be patient. This place is definitely hiding me from the Anti-Magi, I can tell with its interference with my magic. It'll be granted, but there will be some complications out of my control. He won't be here right now, it'll be a few days, or here in this room at all. But he'll make his way."

The girl nodded and turned to leave.

She left the same way she came and traveled down another tunnel. Glowing lights began to appear just as the walls started to hum. Flashing lights filled the tunnel of darkness and gave birth to the whirlpool from before.

The hooded girl made her way towards it and soon was swallowed by the light.

"So much to be done. So little time to do it. So close to the endgame." She said in her mind as she stepped through.

She was gone when the whirlpool died away.

And, once again, the caverns were dark, quiet, and lifeless.

It was warm inside the room. So warm that it was starting to get really uncomfortable. So uncomfortable that boy in the bed by the window couldn't find an answer to his insomnia.

He slept on top of his cover, if he slept under them he would grow insane from the intense heat. He had also given in to tossing and turning a few times to find a comfortable position. If each position were a girl he was trying to enter a relationship with, his words for them would be "It's not you, it's me." To be frank, it was him, for who in their right mind would be awake at five o'clock in the morning.

He stopped for a moment, and looked over at his clock. It was a minute to four o'clock.

Sigh. He groaned silently, even his sense of time was being tampered with by the heat. Speaking of which had only seemed to have gotten worse the more he thought about it. It was a terrible heat that plagued his room. At first he thought it was a dry heat, draining all the moisture and coolness from his body. But then it began to turn into a humid like heat, where each drop of sweat that pilled onto his body became its own mini microwaves. Popping a large bag of popcorn that came out so hot all the seeds were in full bloom-

"Hmm" this time the boy groaned out loud and mentally chastised himself for thinking of even more hot things. God this was unbearable, and he knew a few things about unbearable. Like that one time he was in a maids outfit, or that second time he done the same thing, or that third...actually he couldn't remember how many times he was forced into that exact same situation. But he could remember what it was like wearing a skirt, with the nice, cool wind blowing against him-

"Arrgh!"This time he refused to stay quiet or keep his voice remotely low, this heat really was unbearable. Why in the name of god, or any other deity, was it so hot in here. He looked around his room and saw what he thought was the cause of all of this.

The window was closed, absolutely no cool air could get in or hot air get out.

That had to be it.

With laser like focus, he jumped from his bed and walked quickly to the window. Grabbing the bottom of it, he lifted it above his head as if it were a pillow. And there it was. The night air blasted into his room, bringing a powerful chill. Frost appeared everywhere, icicles formed from the ceiling, a ground hog ran back into its hole underneath his bed.

Yeah, as if.

There was no cool night air to greet the boy, or at least non that wanted to. It was somewhat cool out there, but not so much as a breeze flew past his window. The boy slumped back into his bed, tired from his efforts and especially with nothing to show for them. After he sat down he tried to lay into a position that he thought would help sleep better, but instead he fell halfway out of the bed itself.

He grunted as he landed on the floor, but soon found himself far more relaxed than he had ever been back in his bed. Here, at the least, the floor was actually cool and seemed to eat away at the heat from his body. It was hard, however it offered him more comfort then what his soft bed could have. The floor of his room didn't seem to mind either, in fact, if it were a sentient being it was welcoming him with open arms.

"Rest here my friend. Your travel have been long and hard, rest here and replenished your strength," it seemed to say as he began to closs his eyes. Indeed, his journey to the window had been fraught with danger...

He opened his eyes and stared at his bedroom's ceiling. It was a dark blue, like the ocean at night. For many years, whenever he was having trouble sleeping, he found that staring into had been an easy way of finding sleep. The rest of his room was also blue, but not like the ceiling's dark, navy blue. Just blue, calm and tranquil. Laying on the floor halfway was almost like swimming downwards, surrounded by the deep blue while gazing upon the even darker deep. It had always been a nice way of drifting off to dream land.

The only other things in his room besides the bed were a picture of two stars sitting above it, and his drawer to the side of it.

Sitting on the drawer were two other things. One was his new alarm clock, and the other was his old fishbowl that he had kept for so many years.

The boy stared at the fishbowl for a few moments, giving it his complete and undivided attention. It was fully circular besides the opening at the top, a complete sphere. Inside was a signal ornamental castle that stood on top of a layer of purple gravel. It was a regular fishbowl, except that something wasn't quite right.

It had water, so that wasn't the issue. Just that this loud sound was coming from within the castle walls. The sound came within a set rhythm, rising and falling. Even though the boy already knew what it was, it took his brain a moment to register the snoring coming from his fishbowl.

"Well, at least somebody's getting some sleep" he said in his head as he picked himself up. After his legs were finally underneath him instead of above, he stood above the dresser. Leaning over, he stared into the door of the castle. Inside was something that would brought up a few questions from anyone else.

Inside the castle were three sleeping goldfish, not that a sleeping goldfish is strange or anything. Except that goldfish physically do not have eyelids. Neither do they have green sleep mask like the one that was snoring, or pink and purple ear muffs like the ones right next to it. Plus, even though they were in a castle, they still shouldn't have had little, gold crown floating upon their heads.

Yet, despite all these differences, non of them seemed trouble the boy. If anything, they amused him.

A smile appeared across his face as he watched the family of goldfish in their tiny environment. The one with the sleep mask was snoring away, seemingly getting louder. It was somewhat of a surprise that he hadn't awoken the other two. But apparently this wasn't the first night he snored so loudly, because the ear muffs were doing their job very effectively. The goldfish with the pink earmuffs was right next her companion and hardly made a face, though she did lean a little closer and nudged him. The smallest of the three was also resting peacefully.

At the moment, it was the most peaceful thing the boy had ever had the pleasure of seeing that night. He almost felt as if he could have slipped back into his own bed and get some actual sleep himself. If he hurried he could probably still catch some shut eye before he had to wake up officially. He had already been up long enough to have lost some precious minutes. He turned to the clock to see just how much time he wasted.

It was four o'clock, on the dot.

"That's it" he said with sharpening frustration. He had to do something before he went absolute crazy. Time seemed to be getting slower and slower just so he could meditate on how he couldn't get to sleep or how it was still hot inside the room.

He face palmed himself on that last note, for now the unmerciful heat was getting to him. But it wasn't just the heat that was bothering him. He needed to do something, he was restless. The boy did not want to sleep, he needed to move. A thought occurred to him that seemed like an excellent solution and he began to rummage through his drawer. When he was done, he had found some blue shorts and a white t-shirt. After changing into them, he reached under his bed for his shoes. Once tied, he stood up, ready to go. And yet, he wasn't ready. Something was missing, something he couldn't possibly leave without.

A gleam in his eye appeared has he turn to head of his bed post, where a pink hat sat. He lifted it from the hat's perch and placed it upon his head. Now, he was ready.

"Poof?" it came from his side. Turning towards the sound he found himself staring back at the fishbowl on the dresser. It was the same as before, except one of the goldfish had awakened and now floated outside the castle. It was the smallest of the three. It didn't have the earmuffs from before, though its crown still rested upon its head. It stared at him with purple eyes, filled with curiosity as to what the boy was up to. It blew a bubble that floated to the surface. When the bubble was half way out it popped, and a word followed after.

"Poof?"

The boy smiled again, and got down on one knee so that he was leveled with the bowl. "Hey there little guy," he said to the fish "Did I wake you?" The little fish blew several more bubbles, each popped with the word "poof".

"Sorry about that," he rubbed the back of his head with a little embarrassment "I just couldn't sleep, and I was going to go nuts in a few more seconds. I figured that I would go jogging and see if that help." He paused for a moment, thinking something over in his head. Then he said with a grin "Wanna come with me?"

Almost immediately the little fish's eyes widen with new excitement. It began to swim rapidly around in circles, waving its fins frantically, and blowing even more bubbles.

"Poof. Poof. Poof. POOF!"

The boy chuckled, amused by the little one's bewilderment. A new sound came from the fishbowl that accompanied the 'poofs'.

It was a mix of rattling and chimes dancing in the wind.

As the little one continued swim even faster, something appeared in its fin. Upon closer look, it was a tiny, baby rattle. Both sides of the rattle were white and had a purple ring to separate them. In the very middle of the white circles was a golden star that glowed. The rattle itself was surrounded by tiny little sparkles that glittered gleefully.

Poof. This time the little fish didn't say anything, instead the sound came by itself as a bit of smoke puffed into existence. When it cleared, a baby appeared above the fishbowl.

Needless to say, it wasn't a normal baby. The child didn't fall into the bowl, or onto the ground for that matter. Instead it stayed right where it appeared, in the air. On its back were tiny, little wings that allowed it to defy gravity. It was round like a ball and wore purple clothing, a single air stood on its head. But, much like the little fish from before, a golden crown floated above its head while a larger version of the rattle rested in its hand. Also its eyes were purple, filled with the same happiness from before.

This was a fairy, a magical creature capable of bending reality. But to boy, it was his-

"My little baby brother, how about we get going before anyone notices" the boy said before he opened the door to his bedroom. Smiling, the little fairy flew out the door and into the hall. The boy followed as well, and quietly shut the door behind him. He headed for the stairs for it was a two story, that the two called home. However, before the boy could go down them the little fairy stopped him.

"Poof poof" it floated in front of him and blocked his path. Confused, he responded with "What's wrong?"

"Poof, poof poof, poof" the little things waved its arms and legs frantically . The rattle shook as well, regaining it sparkling form from before. In a moment, two new objects poofed into existence before him. He caught them in his hands reflexively, a skill he had picked up after a few years. He stared at them with a frown before he realized what they were.

A tooth brush, accompanied by some tooth paste, rested in his palms. Looking back up to his little brother, he gave him a look that questioned how serious the little fairy was at this moment.

An innocent smile betrayed nothing that could be related to doubt. Wish a sigh, the boy turned around to head to the bathroom. Once inside he flipped a switch to turn on the light, nearly blinding himself. It took him a few moments, but his sight soon returned.

Staring, right back him, was another boy in the bathroom. He was young, not young enough a little kid but to young to be a full blown teenager. He was a brunette, his hair brown like that of rich soil. His eye were blue like the clear sky. He wore the same white t-shirt and blue shorts, as well as the pink hat. But none of these were came close to being his most noticeable feature.

Right where his lips met, at the center of his mouth, hung two incredibly large teeth. Standing side by side, the pair shined in the light. The shape they took together was like a shield, the letter 'u', a pair of sheep shears, or even a...they were buck teeth.

But they were magnificent!

"Poof" the little fairy chimed as it flew in. Smiling, the buck tooth boy began setting to work brushing his teeth. Cavities and plaque, beware, for they were in for a scare. He started from the back first and worked his way up to front, brushing thoroughly yet gently. Until he tackled the monsters-uh, big teeth up front. Due to their size they tended to need more care than the rest. But they would be brushed and kept as clean as he could possibly clean them. Especially when he was under the eagle like vision of his little brother.

Bzzz. The sound broke the boy's own rhythm, causes him to look to his side. The little fairy held an electric tooth brush in his tiny palm, and had set to work on brushing his own teeth. He stopped, suddenly, and turned to the older brunette. The boy returned to brushing his teeth, as did the little fairy. Except this time he noticed that the little one was keeping an eye on him."Wait a minute." The boy stopped once again, and, on queue, his little brother did the same. It was quiet for a moment.

Brush brush-stop. Bzzz bzzz-stop.

Brush-stop. Bzzz-stop.

Bru-stop. Bz-stop.

A wicked grin crossed the brunette's face as he realized the game his baby brother was playing with him. The little one grinned as well, through his foamed cover mouth. He looked like a rabid, baby fairy with all the paste. An adorable one at that. "I think someone missed a spot!"

Reaching over before the fairy could react, the boy wrapped an arm around the child in an attempt to put him in a headlock but instead held him the same way you would hold a basketball. It was good enough to hold him still while he proceeded to use own toothbrush on the baby. The child squirmed and tried to free himself, but failed to escape from the brunette's grasp. The bucked tooth boy laughed at his obvious victory, cackling with delight.

Until his little brother jammed his own tooth brush into the older boy's mouth. He began to retaliate by scrubbing the incisors up front and lead the attack to the grinder in the back. It didn't last long, though, when the boy closed his mouth tightly and trapped the brush. Looking at the little fairy, his eyes were alight with a flame that said "Nice try, but it was only a minor set back." Apparently, that itself didn't last long.

With a look of determination, the little fairy shifted his thumb on the tooth brush. Bzzzz!

That electric tooth brush buzzed to life inside the brunette's mouth. Immediately he spat it out, only for it return to brushing the giant incisors on the outside.

"Ok-pfft-okay, you-pfft pfffft-win!" He surrendered, clearly wanting to end this game. He released the little one from his grip, who floated to he was at eye level. With a smile he said "Poof?"

"Yeah you are victorious."

"Poof?"

"And yes I am utterly defeated."

"Poof?"

"I'm a big wu-wait, I'm not saying that!"

"Pooof" this time the little one drag the word out, as if on the edge of a sharp blade. The electric tooth brush turned on again, buzzing threateningly in his tiny hand. But the boy would not be so easily scared, for he had dignity. He had honor would not allow him to be swayed so simply like the grass in the wind.

And, with a glance to his left out the corner of his eye, he would also have the mouth wash.

Two minutes later, the brother exited the bathroom. With a glance to one another, the two warrior grin as an acknowledge to the other strength. Until next time, my friend...

Back to the current event, the boy nearly ran down the stairs in the house as he made his way to the door. His was anxious to get outside, he couldn't tell why but he really needed to move. The game he played with the fairy a moment had been nice, and yet he still wasn't satisfied. Finally, at the bottom of the stairs he saw exactly what he wanted.

The door stood alone in the living room, to the side of the couch, curtains, and windows mind you. But to him, that was all he was focused on. Not the blue floor, or the green walls. Not the kitchen to the side or anything. All that mattered was the door that would take him away.

Stepping up to it, he place a hand on the handle and turned it clockwise. Slowly he opened the door, savoring the sound of it creaking inwards. And finally he was done, the door was open and the night was before his very own eyes. Yet, like before, no wind raced to meet him. "Poof poof" the little fairy glided past him and into the night. It turned back to the boy and repeated itself. "Poof poof." He understood, if the night would not greet him, he would greet it. He took the first step out the door, and then the second so that he fully outside. And then it happened.

The cool winds were all around him, flying without a care in the world. They came out of no where and from everywhere, striking him at all points of his body. Gliding across his skin, flowing through his fingers, and dancing upon his face. From the wind came the moisture dew that was usually found on grass. It to, cause shivers to run through him as the wind had before it.

He let out a long exhausting sign. Finally. The coolness the night had cloaked him in was delicious, even literally. He inhaled as if he had risen from a long dive beneath the water, and exhaled as if he were a dragon. The uncomfortable heat from before, the sticky sweat that had clung to him, all of it seemed to melt away into his surrounding where it would bother him no.

Enjoying himself, the boy took out a key and locked the door behind him. Then he proceeded to the sidewalk and started stretching for a few minutes. As he did so, he took the moment to check his environment. Before, in the house, he was so irritated by the heat that he hardly cared for anything but getting outside. Now that he was finally at a point where he was comfortable, he expanded his view on the world around him.

It was a quiet neighborhood at night, even in the day time it was peaceful. One house stood on the of next, that has stood on the side of another, and all the houses stood in a row. Across from him, and the other of the street, one house was directly in front of him and facing towards the house he just came from. Looking behind himself, he saw his house.

It was white, two stories, and had a red roof along with a matching chimney. To the side a garage of similar colors stood as a natural part of the house. In front was a nice yard of finely cut, green grass that was moist from the nightly dew. In the middle of that was a paved walk way that lead from the door of the house to the street. It was a simple house, nothing much to it that made it special.

But it was home.

In a minute, the boy was done with his stretching. He wanted to make sure he didn't accidentally sprang something later. And with that, he turned down the sidewalk and began his jog into the night.

In he thought the air before was good, than this was amazing. When had stepped outside and allowed the wind to wash over him, it had taken away the uncomfortable heat. Yet he still felt the need to move around and do something. Now, as he ran head first into the wind, he felt as if he were caught underneath a spell. Racing through the air, bashing against it with the full force of his speed, feeling the shivers go up and down his back, all of it filled him with a feeling of exhilaration.

The run, in its own way, was like magic. And he knew a thing or two about magic

"Poof poof!" the little chimed from his side as it sped past him. Apparently, the little one had a good idea of how great the run was for the boy and decided to have a little with him. "Well, challenge accepted!" he replied in his mind, not wanting to waste precious oxygen on words.

Action spoke louder anyway.

Pulling his arms so that they wouldn't easily flay in the wind, he began drive more power into his legs. In addition, he lowered his torso as to receive less buffer and batter through what air resistance met him. It wasn't exactly the perfect running formation, where the runner would have his back erect and use his arms to drive with momentum. The perfect running formation was good for exercise, for it trains the speed and stamina of the trainee. It was the favored running method of people who entered the Olympics. But that wasn't the kind of technique he would need to beat a fairy in a race, even if that fairy was a baby.

Fairies were magical creatures and had many magical advantages that humans did not. For one, the most obvious was flight. For as long as he could remember, it was rare that a fairy walked on his/her own two legs. He knew two that did, but the ability to walk was a very rare one that fairies used. While this didn't say much about them being able sprint, it did give them a lot of experience in flying. His little brother was gliding effortlessly ahead of him, with speed and agility to match a humming bird. The second advantage fairies had was that they didn't have to breath air like humans do. Though the brunette could actually hear the little one inhale and exhale, he knew that the reason the baby did so was because he was mimicking his older brother. It was more of a habit, than a necessity. Give the little one a few thousand years and he could break that habit, or, like some fairies, forget it.

So much for the perfect running formation. This wasn't a person that could be beaten by the average speed or stamina. The boy couldn't avoid gravity and fly away. He also needed to breath to keep himself standing. So instead of trying to use his speed and stamina to win the race, he focused on speed and speed alone.

Experience had taught him that if he wanted to win a race against someone who moved faster than he did, and could maintain the same speed for a long period of time, his only hope was to win it before he even reached the finish line. Looking down the sidewalk, he saw a familiar, yellow bus stop sign. That was the finish line the two had set many times before, and now that he could see he knew the time had come.

Driving even more power into his legs, the boy began to accelerate. His head was lower, his torso mostly tucked away. It almost looked as if he was actually diving towards the stop, immersing himself into greater deeps. But however you saw it, one thing was for certain.

It was working.

He barreled through the night air with new, rigorous speed. It wasn't long until he had reached the little fairy that was just in front of him a minute ago. The little one's eyes widen, even though he knew this would happen he didn't that the boy would play his trump card so earlier. Normally he'd wait until they were closer, and for good reason.

The boy was done playing catch up with his little brother, now it was time to leave him in the dust. He began to pull ahead, putting himself to work at making such possible. The stop sign was getting closer, and the little one was getting farther. The race was his, no mistaken it. But as victory grew more and more obvious, so did one particular sound. He didn't hear it at first, and when he did he nearly forgot it was there. But now he was fully aware of the sound that became increasingly louder. The sound of his own breathing.

It was amazing that he was producing this acceleration, but it came at a cost. Earlier when he had decided to discard his stamina for his speed, he didn't just give it up. The boy's stamina was the key to his increased velocity, in fact it was his stamina that was fueling his speed. By changing it directly into the energy he needed, it gave him the extra boost just for the sole purpose of moving faster. But eventually that fuel was going to run out.

Now that he could hear his own breathing, he could tell just how low he was in his tank. Like many times before, the boy would enter the 'speed mode' for the sake of beating his little brother at not only these races, but many other games they played with each other. His stamina, or rather, his ability to endure the physical stress usually disappeared quickly. Normally, the game would be so fun and distracting that he wouldn't notice just how quickly. His only warning was the heighten breathing that eventually became to loud for him to overlook, and now he could hear it crystal clear. But more like shards of glass that were scraped against hard, stone floors. In his head.

Suddenly, the bus stop looked as if it were miles away.

"Not good...getting tired real quickly," he said in his mind for his breath was to precious for the obvious. "Not going to make it." Even though it was all in his head, he was beginning to feel so tired he thought he was losing his mind. "No! Can't think about how tired I am. Gotta keep goin-." He didn't finish that last part in his head. It was one thing to be tired, it was another for his mind to start feeling same effects. The breathing was becoming louder and more raspier, the speed he was running at was calling for more. His legs were begging him to stop, and his lungs wanted to die. But he wouldn't let that get to him, he was going to make sure that none of this was in vain. He dipped lower and started running even faster than he did moments ago. Like a candle flickering in its finally seconds, he shined like never before. he reached deep within himself and dragged out everything he had. The bus stop sign halted its retreat, allowing him to get closer. The wind must have understood his determination, for it did not stand in his way. He burst forth with new acceleration, almost as if he was on a whole other level.

And like a candle flickering so brightly in its finest seconds, he went out all at once.

The raspy sound of his breathing disappeared, almost as if it never existed. His mind went blank, endless yet empty of all thought. And even though he could tell he was still moving forward, he knew it wasn't because he running. The ground came increasingly closer until finally he landed face first into the hard, cold concrete of the sidewalk. The brunette continued to roll forward, thanks to the momentum he developed early. And when he finally came to a stop, he wasn't sure if he was still awake.

Was this what it was like to be dead. One moment, standing on top of the world with the sun at his back. The next, laying broken in the deepest and darkest caverns with the moon shining on his face. The boy was tired, he couldn't even contemplate on how towered he tired he was. His body was aching all over, even in places he wouldn't think that would be. He was out of breath, reduced to a small wheezing that whistled from his throat. He wasn't even sure if he could feel anything. The night air had returned to him, removing the heat that he had generated from the race. The grass, which he had luckily rolled onto, was swarmed with dew drops that surrounded him. He could feel all of this, yet he couldn't feel himself, or rather, he couldn't move himself. It was as if he was forged into the ground underneath him and the earth was unwilling to give up a piece of itself so easily. He couldn't even imagine moving himself, in fact he could just lay here for the rest of the night without worry.

Wasn't that what he wanted, to finally get some sleep. His eyes started to close, leaving him to rest. He didn't need his room, the night air was more refreshing. He didn't need his bed, the grass was comfortable than it. All he needed was to let go and give way to the sleep that was finally coming for him.

"Poof?"

Slowly, his eyes opened back up. Above him was the night sky filled with many stars that shined brightly. But the only one he was focused on was the star on the rattle that his little brother held. The little fairy stared down at him with questioning eyes, wondering what had happened to the boy. "Poof, poof?" he hovered a little lower to him. Suddenly, the boy felt as if he had finally awoken from his dream like state. Looking around from his position on the ground, he smiled before pointing a finger towards his left.

"I win this one, Poof."

To his left was the yellow bus stop sign. He had ran so fast that when he tripped and rolled he went right past it. The little fairy, Poof, looked stunned at first before he started to fly around in circle while frustratingly saying his namesake "Poof poof poof!"

With a silly grin on his face, the boy slowly tried to get up and off the grass. He was stiff, very stiff. If it wasn't the earth that didn't want him to get back up, it was his body. Just picking his head up was a challenge. But he eventually did as he intended and stood back up on his two feet. He stretched his arms and legs out, shaking them to loosen them, like before when he first stepped out. When felt well again, he started to jog back the came on the sidewalk. But, to his body's appreciation, it was a regular jog at a regular pace. The little fairy joined him as well, happy that the boy was okay and gliding just at his side. They both continued to jog back forth for a few laps when the brunette realized a change in his environment.

The stars from above were slowly disappearing. The sky, which was a dark blue, was turning to light blue and even a bit of orange. Suddenly, the boy began to wonder just how long the two had been gone. He started to race back towards his house, not at pace to fast but enough to return him to his home quick enough, with the little fairy flying at his heels. The house came back up into view, still standing as it were when he left. He went up to the door, and started to turn the knob when he remembered he locked it. Reaching into his pocket, he found the key and was about to unlock the door when Poof and him were swallowed by a cloud of smoke that came from a tiny explosion. When it cleared away he saw that he wasn't facing the door to his house, but had the window to his room at his back.

"Eh?" he was confused, but not for long. Looking forward, he saw two other fairies floating above his head in the room. They weren't like his little brother, for they were adults. While they had the same crown the baby fairy had, they wielded actual wands instead of rattles. "Poof!" Poof cried joyously as he flew to the nearest one, a man with green hair and matching green eyes. "Cosmo!" the older fairy cried in the same happy voice before he hugged the baby. The other fairy, a female with pink hair and matching pink eyes, turned to her child as he snuggled with his father. Satisfied that he was alright, she turned to her other child.

"Timmy, where have you been?!" She said in a voice far more mature than her husband. "When we woke up, we had no idea what happened to you or Poof. We were so worried!"

Timmy, the boy with earthly brown hair, couldn't think of anything to say at first.

Timmy Turner, the boy with sky blue eyes, didn't know what to say at all.

Timmothy Tiberious Turner, the boy with the big buck teeth, couldn't tell her why he had left.

Timmy, the child who was notoriously known as the boy in the pink hat, couldn't even tell himself why he had went outside.

Suddenly his eyes widen as he realized the answer to the question. It was so simple, so easy to remember, that he could hardly believe he forgot. With a warm smile, he opened his mouth to tell Wanda, the female fairy, just exactly why he had been out.

And then the sleep robbed him of his moment as the boy fell to the floor in his room and fell into a deep sleep. It was also then, when another woman's voice came from the kitchen below him and said:

"Timmy, time to wake up. You don't want to be late for your first day in the sixth grade!"

A/N:

For everyone out there who is currently freaking out...chill.

After doing a bit of pondering, I realized how anti-climatic chapter 1 was after the prologue. That isn't to say it wasn't any good, but, quite frankly maybe not as good as something to stand on its own. Maybe a few of you felt like it was pointless build up without payoff, and I can agree it was a little bit of a slow chapter.

Looking at things from a different angle, I noticed that chapter 1 was actually a bit more like a prologue rather. This would explain all the build up, as it works well as an introduction to a few main characters. Much like the actual prologue itself. I think I wrote it that way because I was still working on introductions, and the part of me who was ready to write the prologue still stuck around for a bit. Thus, I basically made a second prologue. Like: "Prologue, the Sequel! You this was over...but we're-still-just getting started!". Plus, at the time, I had no idea that I would be making monster size chapters. So I was probably trying to compensate for some introduction that I felt was necessary.

But right. This is the new prologue, hope you enjoy it. If it's not to your liking, let me know and I can just easily change it back to the original style from before.