Chris didn't understand how things had come to be like this. He hadn't meant to fall in love with her. He had just been lonely when he came to the past. He wanted to be with someone. Then he met Joy. That's when he knew he would be lonely forever if he couldn't have her.

He met her at Golden Gate Park. He usually didn't go anywhere except the manor. There wasn't really anywhere else to go. But the weather was too nice that day to waste at the house.

He first saw her while she was looking at the flowers in the park. He stopped to look at her, and realized he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She turned around and he was still staring. If it had been anyone else, she would've shot him a disgusted look and walked away, but she sensed there was something...different about him.

He smiled as he looked away, then looked back at her. "Hi."

She smiled as she looked down at the ground, then back at him. "Hi."

He moved forward and stuck out his hand. "I'm Chris."

She reached out her hand and shook his. "I'm Joy."

"Walk with me?"

She nodded, still smiling. "Sure."

They had barely gotten in a step when, from out of nowhere, an energy ball flew towards the pair of them.

"Watch out!" Chris yelled as he pulled Joy out of the way. The energy ball hit the sidewalk and the contact spot became black. Then a second one flew from behind a tree, aiming to hit Joy square in the stomach.

Without thinking about it, Chris orbed, holding Joy by the arms. The ball smoldered the grass where it hit. Chris orbed back in.

The warlock that was hidden behind the tree became visible. Joy waved her hand, and he exploded in a ball of flame and ash.

Chris turned to her with his jaw dropped. "Wha--?"

"Do you think that's the only one?" Joy asked, looking around the park. A few people were staring at them.

"Wha--?"

Joy turned to look at him. "What are you staring at?"

"You!" Chris exclaimed.

Joy crossed her arms. "What? Like you've never seen magic before? You orbed us away from those energy balls. I know, I was there. You're a—what do you call it—a Whitelighter."

"And you're a...?"

"Fairy," she responded. "Princess, to be exact."

"A fairy?!" Chris exclaimed. "But aren't you supposed to be really small? And have wings?"

She shook her head. "No, we can look like humans if we want to. But we still carry all our powers."

"But you look so...casual."

"Well, if I walked around in a long, flowing gown, that might attract more attention, then if I wear jeans and a T-shirt. Am I right?"

Chris shrugged. "So, if you're the Princess of Fairies, am I supposed to be bowing down to you right now?"

"Oh, God, I wouldn't speak to you if you did. I hate all that stuff."

Chris took a good look at the girl standing in front of him. She couldn't have been more than nineteen.

She had straight, layered dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders and looked like the softest thing in the world. Chris almost reached his hand out to touch it, but restrained himself.

She had cornflower blue eyes, with a hint of green of them. They were the most magical and beautiful eyes that he had ever seen.

She was tall and slim; her clothes fit her body well.

For a second, he imagined her in a long, sparkling white dress, with a tiara of diamonds on her head. He just decided that she would wear diamonds. And delicate transparent wings beating in the light breeze, making her fly higher and higher, to someplace he couldn't see.

Joy suddenly became uncomfortable with his relentless stare. She looked down on the ground.

Chris blinked. "Sorry. I just—"

She shook her head. "It's okay." This time, she held out her hand. "Walk with me?" He took her hand, and held it tightly as they walked all around the park.

It was while talking to this girl--or princess of fairies, as the case was—that Chris realized something. Joy was special; one of a kind. And he knew that he wanted her to be his. Forever.