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Chapter 4: Music of the Gods
If Timmy had known just how close the situation in Fairy World was to him, he may have been more careful in the weeks that passed, making less wishes and focusing more on a situation he had (in the last chapter) deemed incredibly disastrous. As it was though this was just another fact that was added to the list of things that Timmy didn't know, which were by this time piling up so quickly that they would soon have filed a large warehouse.
Timmy spent the weeks wishing for trivial items and amusements, never once noticing the two Wiccman children. He didn't even notice the variety of dark green kites, planes, toys, animals and various other objects that always seemed to be close by. In fact he didn't even bother questioning why Wanda was so much more withdrawn, not even arguing when Timmy's wishes almost destroyed the Earth for the 14596th time; but that was just the kind of boy Timmy was, events flowed over him like water over oil, he just went with the flow. It never struck Timmy that the cause of the Fairy's problems might be very close to him indeed, sitting in a high-backed chair surrounded by books and listening to music on an old gramophone.
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The tall man sat back in his high-backed chair, books covering every inch of the floor around him and huge floor-to-ceiling bookcases covered every wall; only breaking off to make room for the large elaborate fireplace that was placed behind the man, which meant that from the entrance all that would have been visible of the man would have been an eerily silent silhouette. The gramophone next to him, as always, continued to produce a strange very complicated kind of music on some unnameable type of instrument.
As for the man himself he smiled lazily at the sound of the music, tapping his hand on the arm of his chair to a beat that only he could here amongst the complicated mesh that made up the music. He laughed quietly brushing a strand of his hair out of his eyes; it was at times like this he could forget where he was and pretend he was back home, so far away from this nest of termites where he was forced to squat. Human... civilized creatures, huh! He had seen more civilization the last time he had looked at the anthrax virus. He groaned shutting off the gramophone, he couldn't even enjoy his music on this squalid little planet.
As for himself, he didn't know how much more of this world he could stand, he just had to keep reminding himself he would be able to leave soon, soon he would have destroyed everything on this wretched little trash heap. He smiled again, mentally aware how obvious that last statement would have made all his plans should anyone have been able to hear it.
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As Wanda watched her son and her godson playing she couldn't help feeling a wave of sadness washing over her. They were happy, but she couldn't help remembering what Phylus had said; it had been almost a month since their meeting and she had time to look over the papers they had been given. It had been a shock to see it on paper, it would take a while but one day soon the green cloaks would arrive, her family would be uprooted and Timmy would be left not even knowing that they existed. She could barely stop herself from crying. It would all have been the fault of some selfish creature somewhere, who had caused all of this to happen and had created this situation.
"Wanda!" Her husband's voice shattered through her thoughts, she looked up to see him smiling across at her from where Timmy and Poof were playing, he waved and beckoned her over, she merely smiled back and went to turn away, she wasn't in the mood for games. She began to float away and was just about to leave the park entirely when she spotted a small child sitting on a bench, staring right at her. She waited for the inevitable crash, the arrival of the Fairy World ministry of justice and Jorgen's indifferent memory erasing which (unknown to her) had already removed her memory of seven of her previous godchildren. However nothing happened, Wanda began to relax, the child couldn't have seen her; but still, he was looking right at her, how could he not have seen her? The boy still just sat there staring at her, she vaguely noticed how fish-like the boy looked before he stood smiling thinly before turning and walking away, with a suspicious dark green balloon following in his wake.
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Phylus strode down mirrored corridor after mirrored corridor, it would have been impossible to tell from the buildings pink exterior but this area housed every single one of the Fairy World defense network's intelligence files. Normally Phylus would not have been able to gain entry to this building, but who notices that your pass card is out of date when it had Phylus old rank on it, Head of Fairy World Intelligence Network; he had only been forced to retire when the royal family had died, but given Phylus' intelligence coupled with the tendency for the intelligence network to restrict access to all of its employee records, it hadn't been very hard for him to trick security. It wouldn't even be that hard to find the information he was looking for, after all he was the one who had designed the filing system that was still used. Left, Right, Right, Right third door on the left and...
"I wasn't aware you were allowed to be here Phylus." Phylus wiped round, somehow the head of External Security had managed to sneak up behind him, without him noticing. Darn it - that guy should become a spy. He couldn't stand that man, of course now wasn't the time for feuding, there were too many workers here, a fight in this building could cost them both their jobs. Instead this was time for diplomacy, and maybe a lot of dishonesty.
"I apologise, I must have gotten lost."
"Really? I wasn't aware that one could get lost in a building one had worked in for one thousand five hundred years."
"What I meant was that I was looking for some information and must have stumbled into the classified section. After all this building has got so much bigger since I worked here." Phylus gave a forced laugh. He could almost imagine the cold man infront of him raising an eyebrow.
"But I was led to believe that you were informed of all filing changes, after all you are the only one who really understands the system. Besides someone should of stopped you."
"The guards must not have looked properly at my ID card they just let me through."
"Well..." The tall green cloak began to speak but was interrupted before he could continue.
"You should have reported them to me." Phylus cringed as perhaps the only person he disliked more than the head of External security stepped out from one of the many doorways, Eclipsia Warrenwinter, the woman who had replaced him as head of Intelligence, "You're slipping Phylus, you never used to be one to let even the slightest crime go unpunished... Unless it was in your interests."
Phylus forced a slight smile "Thank you Ms Warrenwinter, your skepticism has been noted, now I am sure you would like to leave and let me get on with my business."
"I don't think there is any business you could possibly have here. As far as I remember you all you ever do now is paperwork, and pick up a huge paycheck."
"I assure you I..."
This time Phylus was interrupted, a monotonous and frankly boring voice cutting off his speech, "Let's not have an argument here, you all have work to do." A tall man with light blue hair stood behind them all, Lord Emanuel Croften-Dawn, ex-head of Defense and currently recognised right hand man of Hamlet Green. He was also reported to have less charisma than drywall and the Head Pixie combined (that rumour at least seemed to be correct). Lord Croften-Dawn officially had little power, but in reality he outranked them all, it was his influence that gave him power. He smiled, "Hamlet Green has requested your presence at a meeting of some importance, I am sure you would all love to be the one to explain why you could not make it."
Croften-Dawn raised his wand, poofing all four of the defense fairies out of the room.
Five minutes later they were each presenting their ID cards to a guard outside of Hamlet Green's office (Including Phylus' current ID card), when the man saw Croften-Dawn's card he almost fainted, before hurrying out of their way, wishing he hadn't tried to stop them.
Hamlet Green looked up as they entered, slowly analyzing his employees. Looking around it was obvious that they weren't the first ones here, the room was filled with important looking officials and as Phylus stood there, he felt as if his entire personality was being extrapolated, dissected and carefully studied.
Hamlet Green smiled, "It's good to see you are finally all here, but we now have serious business to deal with," He strung each word together slowly and laboriously without the slightest hint of urgency but he still gave the impression that this was a very serious matter, "Would you all please follow me," He rose, then stopped to reconsider, "Would all armed forces commanders please head to the courtyard." After considerable mumbling and shuffling the generals exited and Hamlet continued, "As you all know a certain situation has arisen, involving the other magical species we usually co-exist with. Said situation is increasingly becoming more complicated and risking the incursion of certain powerful magical races (ourselves included) in the lives of nonmagical individuals. As I am sure will all understand, these incursions must be kept to a bare minimum and so this government has seen it necessary to take some precautions."
By this time Hamlet Green had led his heads of staff out onto one of the five huge balconies that looked out over the central courtyard of the council building (One for each councilor). Below in the courtyard the previously dismissed heads of the armed forces were drawing row after row of fairy soldiers into line, thousands of Fairy World Special Forces agents were drawn into well presented groups by the head of external security and Spy Master Warrenwinter.
Hamlet Green was not the only councilor to be present, to their left Scorpio Capricorn (Head of the Fairy World Justice Department) personally commanded hundreds of Fairy police into order, leaving Jorgen VonStrangle (dressed smartly in his official uniform) feeling surplus to requirements as chief of police. The head of Fairy World Justice was completely at odds to his colleague, he flitted backwards and forwards so quickly and spoke with such haste, that his words and his form were a blur. Below him his forces moved into long rows, before rising into to flight and heading for the Fairy World Rainbow Bridge, and Earth.
Hamlet Green frowned, turning round to his heads of staff and raising an eyebrow, obviously expecting some sort of observation; when none came he turned back to the courtyard raising his arms and surveyed the massive show of Fairy World force.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Plan B. This is the beginning of the greatest war of all time."