Author's Note: Hello all who are following me looking for this story. I am so sorry that it has taken this long to get posted but there was a hitch in my trying to connect and get on. But now I am here. I plan on posting at least two chapters a week, hopefully on Tuesdays. If you have any suggestion as to where you think this should go, let me know in the comments. Also I really want to thank Chereche for the idea and allowing me to adapt and continue on. I hope that I do it justice.

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She never minded having a little one on one time with her wand. In some ways she kind of missed being able to freely handle her loyal tool. So she eagerly snapped up the chance to polish it before giving it back to the museum for safekeeping. Okay, so maybe the day's events had her acting a little possessive, but no one could blame her when it almost landed in the clutches of... Well it didn't so she could at breathe easily.

She gently picked it up from its resting cushion. Fairy Godmother felt a familiar surge of power flow through her veins. But she noticed that unlike the first time, or even times before this, the power seemed slightly weaker. She looked closer at the magic stick and she noticed winding like a vine appeared a thin lavender ribbon.

"I was wondering when my time would be up," she whispered. "I guess I just hoped it be Jane." At the mention of her daughter the wand flashed with a surge of angry heat, but quickly quieted down.

"Alright, I guess it time to start training, Mal." The wand surged with awesome power, power that only it is capable of and would only be strong enough for the next Good Fairy.

Fairy Godmother smiled at the priceless artifact. She smiled to herself, "Good born out of evil. Hmm, I didn't think I'd live to see the day.