AN: Thanks for the reviews everyone. This was meant to be part of the last chapter, but that was getting really long anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly Oddparents Butch Hartman does. Can I make this anymore simple.
Chapter 6: Books, Druids and the World's end.
The man in the high-backed chair surveyed the small, pink hatted boy infront of him. He leaned back closing his eyes and smiling lazily, reaching out he raised the gramophones needle causing the music to become a quiet whirring noise. He raised both his hands to cover his eyes and yawned, the sound echoing off the walls, breaking through the tension that had developed.
Timmy, coming closer to the man, saw him clearly for the first time. Carlos and Sandra's father leaned back in his chair, his legs sprawling across the floor, yet his head still reached the top of his chair; his hight made his thin frame appear almost nonexistent. Yet at the same time Mr Wiccman had somehow managed to find clothes several sizes too large, they gathered around him in a mess of creases, making his expensive suit seem like a rag. The overall impression was that of a huge, long limbed insect, sprawled out in a chair.
The man lowered his head and Timmy was finally able to see his face; a mass of messy dark hair fell over pale skin. This was not at all what Timmy had expected from Carlos and Sandra's parent, he had been expecting something more... more... well just more. Then the man smiled, however, and Timmy was almost sick. It was the same smile as Sandra's, not unfriendly, but at the same time unpleasant almost terrifying.
The eyes were just as strange, Timmy recognised them from the paintings that had been on every wall, golden eyes looked down at Timmy, seeming to look right through him. Timmy's head swam, he couldn't think straight. Suddenly golden eyes didn't seem strange, in fact what was wrong with strange, after all his parents were weird and that had never stopped them. The man smiled again, but this time it just seemed friendly, as he spoke Timmy felt as if he could tell this man anything, any secret whatsoever.
"Hello, Mr Turner. I've heard so much about you, I've even read a little." He gestured to a book spread out on his lap. Timmy saw the title was 'Myths and Legend' of course that didn't mean much to him, his brain just excepted everything as normal. "But I wonder if you can tell me something? What's the greatest thing you have done in your life?"
"Sorry?" Timmy's brain tried to process the question, couldn't do it and gave up. "Are you talking about defeating The Darkness."
Mr Wiccman spread his hands, "The darkness? I'm not sure I know about that, could you tell me?"
Timmy smiled, "Oh you know, hugely powerful magical being. It invaded Fairy Wor-" He stopped somehow he couldn't think anymore, something had blocked his memory. His lips moved wordlessly, his mind searching for the information that came next.
Mr Wiccman seemed to realise no more was coming, he lent forwards smiling and shook Timmy's hand. If Timmy's mind had been working he would have seen it, the look of pure hatred, of disgust, that crossed the man's face, almost as if he were touching some horrid disease.
The man set back up and frowned, "Thank you Timothy, that's all I wanted to know. Goodbye Mr Turner."
Timmy's legs began to move, without thinking he carried himself out of the man's room, retracing steps he wasn't aware he knew. Only when he had reached the foot of the hill did his feet finally begin to obey him again.
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Wanda returned to Timmy's house in an incredibly bad mood. She had spent seven hours being sent backwards and forwards between secretaries in the Fairy World Defense department, she'd eventually been given an appointment with one of head's of department; unfortunately the head of the defense budgeting had had no idea what was going on and Wanda got the impression they she only been given the meeting to make her go away. She collapsed onto Timmy's bed exhausted, she hadn't had so little sleep since Poof had been born. All she had done recently had been worry about what the council was doing; she sighed, glancing out the window at Cosmo and Timmy playing with her son. She almost envied them, they didn't have a clue what was going on, Cosmo hadn't even guessed when the fishbowl had disappeared an hour ago, to be replaced with a rather formal file all about the need for the council to concentrate spending elsewhere. Even she didn't know what was going on, it was clear that the council were trying to keep whatever was going on quiet, but there could only be one reason for them to take the castle that was issued to nearly every godparent. Wanda had known that the fairy godparents would be recalled, that was what the council had told her, but she had expected a small operation, maybe a country worth. Now it was clearer though, it wasn't just here, it wasn't even just Earth, the fairies were being recalled from every part of the universe right back to Fairy World.
Wanda sighed, this just kept getting more and more worrying, she couldn't even protest and even if she had, the Fairy World defense network decisions were always final.
She looked down again at Timmy playing, he was so happy, but would he still be in a few days? She would be recalled, like all the rest, she and Cosmo would go and then what would happen to Timmy?
She raised her wand poofing herself out of the room, wondering yet again what selfish creature could ever have started something like this.
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The blindfolded man watched the scales that lay infront of him. His blind eyes somehow followed the path of the small blue and green globe as it descended. The watch on the other side rose, the miniature Earth was getting heavier and heavier. The man raised his head and turned to a crystal ball that floated above his desk. It was time.
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Wanda poofed into the garden to find it completely deserted, Cosmo and Timmy were talking animately in the tree house. She watched them for a while before slowly floating over to them. She had decided not to tell them what she had found out, Cosmo wouldn't understand, and Timmy would only worry about something he had no power to change. It made her even more angry to think that the people she cared for were so powerless and insignificant in the eyes of the council.
As Wanda reached the tree house she began to catch pieces of the conversation, something about gargoyles and creepy pictures. Timmy looked up just as Wanda came in, she could see from first glance he was worried, he couldn't have found out about the council's plan could he? No, she dismissed it, Cosmo didn't understand it and would never have told Timmy.
"Hi Wanda, I wanted to ask you something. Are there any magical creatures I don't know about?"
Wanda thought about this, she could think of at least a hundred magical creatures that Timmy had never met; but why would he worry about them now? Well, it couldn't hurt him to know, "Yes Timmy, there are a few."
Timmy smiled, obviously this conversation was going the way he wanted it to, "How many look like humans?"
Wanda thought again, most magical creatures could transform, but only one or two actually looked vaguely human. "Most of them can look human"
Timmy nodded, he was getting all the information he needed, "How many of them can hypnotize people?"
Wanda frowned, there was only one type of creature that might fit all those descriptions; but they would never come to Earth. She frowned again and opened her mouth to reply, "Well Timmy there is..."
"Enough with the twenty questions." The voice came from behind her and looking up Wanda saw a incredibly tall man stagger into the tree house. His dark hair framing golden eyes that glared down at her, "The answers Wiccan, Wiccan!" The man smiled, and leaned heavily against the wall, "But then again you probably know that. Why don't we just dispense with the pointless tension. I am Druid. I am a Wiccan, and I am here to destroy you. Any more relevant questions?"
Timmy was still shocked, but he composed himself and looked up at Wanda, "Wanda, what's a Wiccan?"
"Well Timmy..." Wanda suddenly stopped, staring straight at the tall man.
Druid smiled sickeningly and continued, in a flawless imitation of Wanda, "Well Timmy, Wiccans are hugely magical creatures, many times more powerful than a fairy, that exist in a different universe and consider humans and fairies alike as small, insignificant creatures." He smiled and returned to his original voice, "Does that cover everything?"
The wiccan straightened up, his head reaching the ceiling and easily lifting it from the tree house, sending the entire structure crashing into the garden below.
Timmy barely managed to extract himself from the wreckage of his tree house before it hit the ground. He skidded across the ground, watching as Druid Wiccman landed infront of him, swaying gently. It struck Timmy then, just how unstable the man was, he wobbled forwards with the same grace and dexterity as a one legged horse.
"The thing is," The man continued, "The Wiccan rulers don't quite see your world as I do. They don't care about it, whereas I, I hate this stupid planet. It makes my skin crawl, it makes me sick, it makes me SICK!" He bent double, slumping forwards until his head nearly touched the ground, "Then of course there's another thing wrong with them." He bobbed up, and laughed.
"They keep going round in circles." He spun round raising one of his feet, which crashed straight into the side of Cosmo's head. It wasn't a neat kick, it was a feeble, poorly aimed strike that sent Druid falling to the ground. However, although similar to a drunk in style, the wiccan moved about ten times as quickly, sending Cosmo crashing into a nearby tree. Druid laughed cruelly and pulled himself to his feet, advancing on Wanda. "That was a good kick. Now, Wanda, was it? Where have I heard that name?" He screwed his eyes up and pinched the bridge of his nose, cranking his entire body back as he searched his memory. Before bringing his head down level to Wanda's, "No it's gone. How would you like to die? Suffocation or..."
Druid was smashed sideways by a blast of magical energy, he groaned reaching down to a cut on his side, from which dark green vapour poured. His body cracked backwards, the same vapour spewing from his mouth, his nose and his ears, and began screaming in a language Timmy had never heard before.
Timmy turned to see where the magic had come from, from the base of a tree Cosmo stood, a look of anger more intense than anything Timmy had seen before spread across his face; Cosmo raised his wand again and let another burst of magic strike Druid, who fell to his knees. Cosmo raised his wand to strike again, and again, and...
His hand was gripped from behind him, a tall woman in a green cloak had appeared, replacing the green kite that had been there seconds before. "Cosmo Cosma, spell 2519 is highly prohibited by Fairy World's laws, you are under arrest."
Cosmo stuttered feebly, but fortunately for him Timmy leapt to his defense, "You can't arrest Cosmo, he need to do that, to stop the Wiccan."
The woman in the green cloak, Eclipsia Warrenwinter, frowned, "What wiccan?" Timmy looked round, where Druid had collapsed was only a pile of ash, blowing away in the breeze. Warrenwinter looked down at Timmy, "I'm sorry Mr Turner." She raised a memory eraser, "But this is goodbye."
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As the last fairies left Earth the sky darkened, whirling into a point of impossibly bright light above the North Pole; from this point magic spread, turning every tree, every piece of metal and every stone on Earth into an amplifier for the voice that boomed across the Earth.
"Planet Earth, you have been found guilty of aiding and hiding the notorious criminal Druid. Your punishment has been decided, you may not appeal. This is true justice, true punishment for your crimes."
As the voice spoke the sky continued to darken, the ground below it cracked and the ice of the world melted. By the time the voice had finished the Earth was gone, reduced to the size of a hazelnut by the power of a blindfolded man in another world.