9*Please note:
I said I would probably be spontaneous and upload this sooner.
This might just be the hardest story I'll ever write. And because of that, I want to try to take my time with it. I know I have a habit of posting stories and updates really quickly, so there will probably be times when I post a chapter soon and times when it'll take longer. It really depends.
So, I'm committed now that I've posted the first chapter of this story. Please enjoy!
There was a time before the age of humans when fairies roamed the earth. However, upon the arrival of the neanderthals and the so-called Stone Age, magical creatures were quick to go into hiding from the different race of species known as humankind. Solely for the reason that humans did not possess magic, and therefore, it was foreign to them. Although the earth was still occupied by very few of the undeveloped human race, creatures such as the fairies and elves still roamed the planet. And even when they were to move onto their own created worlds, their traces of magic were still to be present with the grandparents of humankind, forever marking down the trope of magic, and putting the existence of fairies and other magical creatures into a novelty for generations to come, never knowing for sure if they truly existed, or continue to exist.
Fairly World was at it's finest during the early ages after creating their own world. The hardships ensued from living on earth, mainly warfare between fairies and anti-fairies, pushed the Fairy Council into taking measures of creating harmony for the fairy race. So that they may forever look down on the human earth, and nurture it from afar until it is in sync with Fairy World's peaceful way of life.
Through the council's manipulation of time and space, they were able to look upon the future of humankind. It was obstructed with both chaos and hatred, but good nature still had the upper hand. Of course, this was due to the influence of other magical races. For humankind was the only race in this broad universe without magic, making them the most vulnerable, and at the same time, very dangerous.
Law and order had to be crafted. The Fairy Council had been writing and rescripting rules since the beginning of time. But now that humankind couldn't be exposed to magic, they had to protect humans without giving them the knowledge that they were being protected in the first place.
And so, godparents were fashioned for human benefit. However, only for those humans who would better appeal to fairies. For grown-ups were too obstinate to use magic upon for the good of themselves and the world. Human children were the product of the earth's future, and so forth, a gem in fairies eyes. Precious, innocent, and to be protected for the sake of their world's well-being. Those few children who needed help, specifically. But humankind was still at its early ages of development for helping their children in need, as The Fairy Council understood through their ability to see the timeline of the human world. Therefore, mankind had to start over in a world of their own craftsmanship, invention, philosophy, and civilization. Fairy World was light years ahead of the human world, after all. Godparents were assigned to children, and considering the low rate of humans at the beginning of their time, it was all children that had godparents. As the population spread across the planet though, they began to recognize which children were in need of a fairy's help and which weren't. The fairies watched patiently, for a few thousand years were a blink of an eye for a fairy.
Fairies were the most present creatures in the human world after the humans themselves, even in a blindside. Leprauchans chose to spread good luck when they felt it was necessary. Elves, while they wanted to do as much good as fairies, only had so much within their power to do so and did good deeds through the limited magic they had. Other than humans, merfolk lived amongst the earth deep within the ocean, though they were the minor, unspoken population that humans have heard the most little of. Merfolk had no reason to aid humans on a part of knowing that the fairies wished to help them. They held nothing against humans, but they did with fairies, meaning they would not be of assistance in helping human folk. And as for the pixies and anti-fairies, they had intentions completely opposite to the fairies. They wanted to watch the human world turn to hatred, in which every living human turned against one another, and the greatest source of power is used for the greatest evil.
The fairies would prevent this for as long as they could. But even so, they knew their existence wasn't enough. Though they still did good for the earth as time went by and the mortal race modernized, humans still couldn't know of it. And they never could, for the dangers that might follow it. The only humans that could know were godchildren, and even so, their memory would be wiped once they aged and no longer needed their godparents' assistance. There had to be an existence of magic that still aided the earth but wasn't simply a fairy that could wave their wand and be done with it.
The Fairy Council were one of the many fabricators of this broad universe. They knew the dangers of dwelling on something that had yet to happen. For they have spent millenniums in the making trying to live in inner peace when ruling over the other fairies, as the council was the source of all good nature. And because they were, when they dwelled on events that had yet to happen through their capability of seeing the future, their magic could override them. And the only thing they knew how to do when abrupted by their own magic, was to use it in a different magical practice.
There were rumors spread amongst the fairies during early ages. Rumors which didn't dare leave Fairy World in fear that information might fall into the hands of an evil race such as the anti-fairies. But, the Fairy Council was indeed hiding something in the creation of their own world. Even if fairies were born to spread good, they too like many other creatures, could only do so much to block out the evil and protect the precious earth. Thus, another source of good from the fairies had to be created somehow. One that is much closer to the earth, but as well to Fairy World. One that would not simply spread goodness through the wish-granting of a child. Something nurtured, designed, and born with natural power. And even so, involved somehow with the human world. So instead, a source that was not just fairy.
In hindsight, the council did indeed think of crafting such a magical being in partnership with another good-natured race. But, with the leprechauns and elves in mind, it was not enough to create a victor fighting for good. Not because of the other races' giddiness, since fairies seemed to match them in their smiley, quirky nature. However, it was not enough to fight for good with some sort of breakthrough of the barrier of human awareness on the existence of magic. And still, keeping the human race at bay.
As the council dwelled more and more upon the evilness that occupied the future, the stronger the magic they kept unclaimed grew to prevent it. With the growth of future evil, the more this good-natured magic grew along with it. It was the one string of hope that wherever this power is placed, it will be enough to prevent darkness from ruling the universe. Yet, the Fairy Council had no knowledge as to how it was to be done. Where the magic was to be placed and used. As they further thought of it, they knew that this living being they aspired to bring into this world could not simply be their's and another race to create a double-threat. No, it had to be much broader than that. It had to be a mix of two races that differed from each other greatly in the sense of magic. Because with polar opposites, comes great power. A great power that would ensure humankind's safety. Whatever was to become part fairy, must be part human.
But, no such living being existed.
A larger kind of fairy graced the halls of the Fairy Courthouse, clad in an army green robe and clutching a wand-like staff. He pushed through a set of marble white double doors, entering the emptied court floor. However, four hooded figures stood tall behind their podiums as they stared at the lower fairy.
"Jefferson Von Strangle," The purple hooded figure spoke. "Keeper of the Rules."
Jefferson bowed his head in respect. "My lords," he started. "Fairy residents suspect that there is a different presence of good magic in our world, that is not coming from the Big Wand. They know that you four have seen darkness upon the future and wish to create an enemy against it. We must act upon the rumors."
"No such thing shall be done," The blue hood spoke.
"But, my lord-"
"Jefferson." The purple warned. "Our existence is still well-aware upon humankind. This magic must be preserved."
"Preserved?" Jefferson questioned. "Your greatness, magic cannot be stored without being put to good use-"
"We are aware, Jefferson." The pink hood spoke, sternly. "It will not be preserved forever. But, this specific fairy magic is built in contrast to black magic that has yet to be invented. Unlike how black magic and the anti-fairies are created in contrast to the fairy race and our magic. This is a far different source from simple fairy enchantment, It cannot simply be reused for good."
"Then for what?"
"It will remain under our control." The turquoise hood spoke. "The only fairy magic granted to the earth is initiated by the Council, or through a wish granted by a godparent."
"And where is this excess magic to be put in the future when it no longer can be controlled?"
"Through our visions of time and space, it will be decided." The purple assured. "But, it must be given thought."
"Not a word of this is to be spoken of, Jefferson." The pink hood said. "It is kept from all else, even other fairies."
"And if I'm not kept Keeper of the Rules forevermore," Jefferson feared.
"Then your apprentice will take your authority." The purple said. "For now, this magic is kept under our concern. You will not speak of such a thing with anyone. Rumors are to be dismissed immediately, with no further questions. You do what you have to so that they are rid of."
"Yes, my council." Jefferson nodded.
"Do we have your final word, Jefferson?"
"Yes, my lords."
Millenniums passed, and the unclaimed magic grew stronger...
"Denied." The turquoise hooded fairy declared.
"But, ma'am." A fairy begged. "The child's parents treated her poorly."
"You are a godparent, Tinsel." The member of the council continued. "While Emily was not happy with her situation, you cannot simply make those decisions for her. It is your magic, but the child's free will as to which wishes they ask of."
"Please don't revoke my license." The godparent begged. "Don't let me leave Emily, I cannot allow her to grow up in her circumstances-"
The doors of the court busted open, and a suited fairy came rushing in.
"This is a private a session." The purple hood fumed.
"My lords, word from Jorgen Von Strangle."
"Yes, get on with it."
"It-" the fairy looked to the many eyes of the crowd, before rushing to the lords and whispering a few words. The small fairy pulled back with worry, though the Fairy Council remained stern.
"This trial is to be put on hold." The purple stood up.
Tinsel frowned. "But-!"
"Put on hold!" The purple bellowed, slamming his gavel down. Within a poof, the entire court disappeared but the council and messenger fairy. Another one of the council raised their hand, and with a magical blast, summoned Jorgen Von Strangle.
"Your excellency," Jorgen nodded.
"Yes, yes." One of them waved off. "The time has come, then?"
Jorgen stepped forward. "The magical energy cannot withhold any longer. There's been deficiency in local fairies' magic, if it is not put somewhere soon, people will start to notice that an unclaimed source of magic exists in our world. And news as such can easily be spread to anti-fairies and pixies.."
"Very well." The purple circled the podium. "How much did your father tell you?"
The tough fairy swallowed. "Enough to know this magic is unsafe out in the open. It needs to be claimed."
"Yes, but it cannot be by one of our kind."
"What? You are not considering the elves-"
"Of course not." The purple spoke, somewhat repulsed. "This magic needs to be brought down to earth."
"Earth?" Jorgen disbelieved. "With what source?"
"You leave this to us, Jorgen." The turquoise spoke. "It is out of your heir, now."
"Ma'am-"
"Dismissed!" She yelled, poofing Jorgen away.
...Meanwhile on earth. On the outskirts of Dimmsdale, Northern California...
A woman drove her car in the pitch black of a winter night. She traveled the forest roads that strayed from the highway, haven not seen another car for miles. Snow obstructed her view as she drove, despite the rapid movement of her wipers. The light brunette woman drove slow, fearing what might lie ahead. Taking a moment of composure, she sighed deeply. Her eyes flicked to a photo that remained tucked safely in the rearview mirror. A sonogram. Her gaze quickly fastened to her pregnant belly.
She spoke on a mobile phone as she drove. "It's too dark. I can't see a thing."
"Now, honey." A man spoke on the other end. "I told you traveling in your condition to my aunt's was not a good idea. Just pull over to the nearest rest stop and tell me where you are."
"I'm not in any condition, I'm pregnant." The woman aggravated.
"Sweetheart, it's unsafe at this time and there's a storm." Her husband spoke. "Plus, you're traveling for two."
Her gaze flicked to her stomach and back. "I suppose this is karma for traveling to your aunt's."
"Honey, again? My family loves you."
"Yes, but pregnancy before marriage was never their ideal. Neither was eloping." His wife chortled.
"You'd be along quicker if you rode with my brother."
"And his poker buddies? Our baby is safer with a bunch of rodeo clowns."
"You two just hold tight." Her husband said. She could tell he was smiling on the other end. "I'll come and get you."
"No, honey it'll take twice as long." His wife sighed. "I'd rather not hold off getting there, I just need to get through this storm and back on the highway."
"Alright." Her husband paused. "I love you."
"Love you, too." his wife responded, before hanging up.
The woman tossed the phone to the passenger's feet, both hands now on the wheel. She sighed again, looking ahead to see nearly nothing but the patch of road ahead of her. She kept going. Normally, she'd be one to get easily frustrated, but she tried to keep calm for very good reason.
The woman looked to the sonogram, her blue eyes smiling warmly. "You're a trooper, baby." She whispered, before looking back to the road. She jolted a bit in her seat from a kick, bringing her hand to her stomach. "And certainly active, tonight."
She continued on, keeping one hand on the wheel and one protectively over her stomach. As she traveled, a light finally appeared. Another car just ahead of her, giving her hope that the highway was nearing once again. Smiling, she caressed her stomach.
"You're my good luck charm.."
She pressed on the gas a little more confidently, as the other car neared. Her smile slowly faded however, seeing that it remained on the same road.
"Get in your lane." The woman whispered, worriedly.
The light further approached, not switching lanes. And if it was possible, it came faster towards her. The woman looked over her shoulder, in hopes that she could make an illegal switch of lanes to avoid the car. She turned back to look at the car, and it was now incredibly close.
Except, it wasn't a car.
"What in the world-?"
CRASH!
The front of her car was shattered to bits. Had she'd not been pregnant, maybe she wouldn't have thrown her arms around her baby in instinct. As result, whatever had hit her car slammed against her greatly, and before she knew it, she was knocked unconscious as the car went screeching off the road. Somehow, through a crazy miracle, she was thrusted from the chaos of the car before it went tumbling off its wheels, and she landed face down in the snow.
In the midst of the wilderness cold, she remained unmoving. Her unconscious body stiffened from the cold, and even so, a warming presence grazed upon her. As she regained feeling and awareness of her situation, she rolled over onto her back and breathed through her weariness, heavily in shock. Instinctively, she brought her hands back to her stomach.
"Baby.." she groaned, trying not to faint again. Despite her forced exhaustion and pain, she feared for her child. She tried to prevent it from being hit from the crash, which she was sure of. But, there was something else. It felt like a shock that ran through her, and a part of her feared that it had affected the baby.
Fearing the worst, she lifted her head with a painful whimper to look at her stomach. Her head came crashing down in another faint when she thought she saw something glowing from within her belly where her child laid.
A shadow passed over her, and in her semi-conscious mind, her eyes opened. Through lidded eyes, she saw something bright watching her. The woman thought the most obvious, that she had passed to another life. But, she could still feel, and that told her otherwise. She could feel the snow beneath her, she could feel the cold that blanketed over her, she could feel her need to breathe, and she could feel her baby kicking rapidly since they were hit.
Her eyes opened more, and she knew she was being stared at. She could see no face, only a body.
"Help.."
The figure had very little movement in response, and she further whimpered. But in her clear vision, they lifted a hand, filling her heart with hope and anticipation. A faint glow appeared from the hand that was held. Her eyes squinted, trying to align her vision in the depths of the night. As the blurriness faded, it was evident that the hand being held high was definitely glowing. The figure took form, and she swore on her life, a hooded, crowned being stood over her. Holding a glowing hand.
She blacked out before authorities found her and brought her to safety.
...Back in fairy court, three of the Fairy Council waited patiently.
In a large poof, the purple hood appeared. The other three immediately looked towards him.
"Well?" The one in pink asked.
"The magic has been claimed. But, it was not a safe process."
"Tell me you did not draw a human to death?"
"Of course not. The process only caused minor injury, that will be overcome."
"Well, then?" The turquoise asked, sounding urgent. "Where is it?"
"She had been driving her car, and-"
"What?" The blue snapped. "You granted it upon an adult human?"
"I did no such thing-"
"Do you realize what you might've caused-!"
"I assure you, I know what I was doing." The purple stood with a firm tone, nearly drawing to a yell.
"And what is that?" The turquoise questioned.
The purple paused. "She is with child."
The other three exchanged a look at the admitted news. The purple didn't frail from the proposed outcome, waiting for his fellow lords' response. With a clearing of her throat, the turquoise stepped forward.
"Very well." She agreed. "And what do we know will become of this child?"
The purple pulled his hand free from his hood, holding a glowing ball of light that delicately hovered above his palm. "I read the child's psyche to know who we've granted our power with." With a thrust of his hand, he threw the magical energy high above them. Shadow figures danced around as he explained what he had seen. "The child will grow with love but will be lied to for his protection by those who watch over him. Thanks to the middle-class workforce of his hometown, the child's parents will have a tight schedule, despite their love for him. But don't be mistaken, as the love for their child will be taken for granted. As result, they will need to hire a part-time watch, that his poorly chosen due to their filled time of providing for their child and themselves. This hired caretaker will act as the child's trigger for needed help of his own."
"Help of his own?" The blue questioned. "This human is destined for the need of a godparent?"
"I believe so." The purple nodded, continuing on. "Due to the child being born half-fairy, he will struggle academically. Humans may believe this to be a diagnosis of what they call 'short attention span,' but it is really due to the child's mind being wired for fairy culture and philosophy. Even so, he'll be clever. The child will be exposed to fairy life, and become more than any godchild has ever been before. Befriending fairies, helping Fairy World on multiple occasions, because it is as much his world as the earth is."
"And what of his future godparent?" The pink asked. "How is his fairy regarded in all of this?"
"I believe," the purple read, "he is assigned dual godparents."
"Dual?" The blue questioned. "As in..?"
"Wedded fairies. A couple." The purple continued. "While many godparents become exceedingly close with their godchildren as their own, this child will create a bond with these two fairies unlike many before. A loving, magical link, that will make these fairies fearful of him growing up over their own selfishness of not wanting to lose him. But even so, this child may just be destined to become a part of our world, with the help and love of his godparents and hopefully biological parents, if they are willing to put aside the differences of their species and help the young boy who is a product of both. To use his possessed power for our one purpose. Spreading good."
"Who are the godparents? I want to see a file." The pink demanded.
The purple removed the dancing shadows from the air, poofing up a godparenting file firmly in his grip. He handed it to his associate, who took it and cautiously flipped through.
The pink's shadowed face immediately fell. "Oh." He arched a sharp brow. "Those two."
"Wedded for nearly ten thousand years," the turquoise read over the pink's shoulder. "Though they've had many successful godchildren, they are notorious for a few past failures."
"Unbelievable." The blue snatched the file from the pink. "These two clowns are responsible for the upbringing of the first human cross-breed in history?"
"Patience, my lord." The pink spoke. "Remember that godparents are assigned to fit certain children. We are not simply throwing him a couple of fools. They are destined to be his godparents whether he is born fully-human, or not."
"Fine." The blue grumbled, handing the file back to the purple. "But, if they mislead this child-"
"They shall not know of his possessed power." The turquoise spoke.
"What? My lord-"
"No, they must go into this assignment within a few years and build that special bond with the child, without knowing what he is. They will discover it much like him so that the child is not rash against them for haven not said anything."
"And what of this child's free will?" The purple asked.
"Every human is given it. It's no different for him." The turquoise assured.
"No, my lord." The purple corrected. "This child is destined to be more than a human boy, but what if it is not what he chooses?"
"Then it is not what he chooses. But if earth is where he wants to stay, it will be his consequence to deal with being different than all others for eternity. This power is a part of him, he can not simply reject it. So let's hope that he chooses wisely."
"How will this affect the child? Do we even know when his powers will take root?" The purple worried.
"Give it a decade," the pink advised, "it shouldn't be long considering he will be born only part human."
"But that's what worries us all, my lord." The turquoise feared. "That he is part fairy. There has never been a crossbreed with the human race and magical creatures. What if his health or growth is affected in his upbringing?"
"It will be," the pink put simply. "His fairy and human genes will clash, but will regulate."
"Let's hope this child is a fighter, then."
"With these two as his godparents?" The blue hood eyed the file. "I sure hope so."
10 Years Later...
The brunette woman, now a decade older, was driving a different car in a much different area. She drove along the familiar streets of a suburban neighborhood in Dimmsdale. A place considered safe and 'ideal' for raising your children. She and her husband had chosen to live their married life here when she was pregnant with their first and only child. It had been the right decision. They enjoyed their life here, they were happy as is. And their son seemed content with it, as well.
She nodded on that last one. Their son seemed content with it.
Pulling up to the familiar faculty of Dimmsdale Elementary, she pulled her car into park right in front of the school. It was mid-afternoon after all, so parents and school busses had not yet come to pick up their children. She left the car and locked it behind her, making her way up the concrete path and to the school's main entrance. Upon entering, she turned right for the main office, walking up to the glass panel.
A secretary sat behind in her desk, with a brown bob and large round glasses that framed her face. The mother knocked lightly against the glass, allowing the secretary to look up and smile. She got up from her seat, making her way to the office door to meet the other woman in the hall.
"Why, hello you!" The secretary spoke, chirpily. "Didn't see you at the locals' bingo game last night."
"I believe I had to postpone until next week." The woman smiled. "My husband insisted on coming along with him to the office party at his pencil corporation. Luckily, it meant I got to pay the babysitter for fewer hours."
"And isn't that our whole dream?" The secretary joked. Both women snickered. "I wasn't here this morning, but they left me a note that you'd be here to pick up your son earlier, today."
"Yes, he has his annual checkup." The mother nodded.
"Alright, you just stay right here. I'll go fetch him."
And so, the lady did. Walking the empty halls in seemingly no rush. She walked down the main hallway before making a right and then left along the blue-tiled floors. Reaching a classroom, she stopped in realization and sighed, remembering as to which member of the faculty staff she'd have to face.
She knocked lightly, before cracking the door open and poking her head in.
"Mr. Crocker?"
The thin, sickly-grey man had stopped yelling mid-sentence at two students who had been spit-balling him at the board. He was practically on his toes, having gone crazy in his antics as always. He turned his head, a wildness still in his eyes as he looked to the school's secretary.
"Yes?" He asked with an unusual calmness.
"I have a parent here to pick up one of your students early for the doctor's. The office gave you a note?"
"Ergh, yes." Crocker slouched in his posture at the reminder, eyeing a particular student with hatred. "Well then, take him and go." He waved off, making his way back to his desk.
The secretary looked across the room to a desk placed near the large classroom windows.
"Timmy Turner?"
A pink-capped, brunette boy shifted his distant gaze from the window's peaceful view to the secretary. His brilliant blue eyes drawn to the woman in question as he looked at her with a blank, youthful expression as to show he was listening.
"Your mother's here, dear."
The boy scooted out of his seat and lifted his yellow backpack from underneath, piling his school supplies within it. Three more items remained on his desk, though he didn't shove them into his bag like the rest.
Timmy safely tucked the green, pink, and purple notebooks under his arm, and followed the woman out the classroom door.
To be continued...
