A/N: After a bit of a delay, here's chapter 7! This chapter contains a lot of exposition, as well as the bit of foreshadowing to the sequel. I have a big epic planned; this is just the set-up, so let's get rolling!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly Oddparents or any of the characters herein. Except Orion and Dante.

Timmy had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He rubbed his eyes then looked again. Cosmo took it a step farther. Being a fairy, he had no problem pulling his eyes out of their sockets, rubbing them against his shirt as if he was cleaning a pair of glasses, then inserting him back into his head to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing properly.

Standing here, in Fairy World, was an adult human. That was strange enough. Add to that the fact that it was Mr. Tang, the father of the girl Timmy was dating, just upped the weirdness lever. And when you also factor in the fact that Jorgen wasn't getting angry, but in fact seemed to be expecting him…well, it was almost enough to cause Timmy's head to explode.

"Glad you could finally make it, Tang," Jorgen said casually. "After all, this is your daughter we're talking about."

"Um…I know I'm not that bright," Cosmo said slowly. "But isn't an adult human knowing about fairies a BAD thing?" Timmy was still too stunned to react.

"Puny fairy, don't you know who this is?" Jorgen demanded.

"I'll be the first to admit I don't know much about the Magical Realms yet, but with all the emphasis in Da Rules, I assumed it wasn't allowed under any circumstances," Chester said.

"Well, this is the exception," Jorgen explained. "He's the current wielder of the Light Swords."

Chester opened his mouth to ask what the light swords were, but Orion spoke first. "Whoa, hold on. You've been claiming that those swords were destroyed centuries ago. Now you're saying they still exist?"

"What are the Light Swords?" Chester asked.

"We tell the general population that because we want it as a secret weapon," Jorgen said. "We don't want the Anti-Fairies or Pixies to find out about them and figure out how to beat them," Jorgen said, completely ignoring Chester.

"What are the Light Swords?" Chester asked again.

"Well I guess that's no surprise," Cosmo said, whose stress over his wife being kidnapped had deteriorated his fear of Jorgen. "You always want more weapons. You're even willing to lie to us about it.

"WATCH YOUR TOUNGE, PUNY FAIRY, OR YOU'LL GET LEVEL FOURTEEN PROBATION!"

"What are the Light Swords?" Chester asked, getting exasperated.

"Well excuse me, but my wife is missing, so I don't have time for this!"

"HEY!" Timmy shouted, speaking up for the first time since Mr. Tang revealed himself. All eyes turned him. "Mr. Tang, it's a surprise to see you here, but right now my girlfriend and godmother are in the clutches of my enemies and I don't have time for this, so whatever you need to do, do it quick so I can hurry up and rescue them!"

After a moment of silence, Mr. Tang spoke. "Yes, well, first I need to tell you about the Light Swords."

"Near the beginning of time, when man and magic lived side by side, fairies acted as the guardians of the world. In order to improve relationships with humans, they decided to assign a few into the ranks. So, the fairies forged two swords out of pure light magic called, simply, the Light Swords. They were incredibly powerful, and ran on the goodness inside humans. They found that swords picked their owner, whoever they felt best for the job. So for generations, the sword passed itself down from one human to the next. Each owner fought alongside the fairies, and humans and magical creatures were closer than ever."

"But the Anti-Fairies were growing enraged. They decided to find their own human champion. So, they forged their own swords, these forged from black magic. They were called, appropriately enough, the Dark Swords. Soon, they fell into the hands of their first owner, a man named Zeus, who abused his powers so greatly that he and his followers demanded they be worshiped as gods. Eventually, the Light Sword wielder of the time, Socrates, managed to defeat him. Sadly, he was executed soon afterward by the ones in charge of Greece at the time, who still believed them to be gods. It was the beginning of the decay between the humans and the magical races. It only worsened when some idiot fairy accidentally sunk Atlantis, despite the efforts of the new wielder, Plato, to stop it."

Cosmo noticed Jorgen glaring at him. He smiled sheepishly.

"In the next few centuries, the many Dark Sword wielders continued to cause chaos across Earth. A man named Jupiter soon took up Zeus' mantle. Attila the Hun, Genghis Kahn, Vlad the Impaler, all used the Dark Swords to get power. Despite fairy efforts to stop them, mistrust in magic began to grow among the humans."

"The final nail in the coffin came years later when another fairy accidentally unleashed the black plague upon Europe, thinking it was a rock band. It was an accident, but the damage was done. Humans declared war on all magical creatures. The fairies knew the hate was too strong to pacify, so they took a bold course of action. They used magic to separate the magical countries from the Earth. Fairy World, Anti-Fairy World, Pixie World, Scary World, Hairy World, Dairy World, all were all hidden away, some in the sky, some under the ground. Then, they performed a mass memory wipe, erasing any memory of any real magic except for a few legends and fact which became superstition. They then destroyed all written records of magic except the ancient ones, which were passed off as mythology. They began assigning fairies to watch over kids, hoping they could raise acceptance in magic enough to rejoin humans on Earth. Still, the Light Swords and Dark Swords continued to be passed down, continuing their eternal struggle. Their continued existence was kept secret, even from magical beings, as to not invoke panic or inspire the anti-fairies to use it to their advantage. We claimed they were both destroyed because they were now unnecessary."

"However, eventually the worst incident involving the Dark Swords occurred. They were lost when their then owner, Maryanne, a godchild gone rouge, died."

Orion noticed Cosmo pale slightly. The red haired fairy arched an eyebrow but didn't ask.

"The swords were found by a glitch fairy named Dante."

Suddenly, Timmy grabbed his hand and gasped in pain. Cosmo turned to him, alarmed. "Are you alright?"

Timmy suddenly felt the pain leave him. "Uh…yeah. I'm fine," he assured. He looked toward Mr. Tang, who had arched an eyebrow. Then he saw Jorgen looking at him with an unreadable expression. Timmy blinked. Did Jorgen know something he wasn't telling him?

"Anyway, Dante made his move for power. He gave the sword to his godchild, Adolf Schicklgruber, who he used in a plan to take over Earth and the Magical Realms. By the time Adolf matured, he was going under another, better known name."

Timmy's hand had started hurting again at the beginning of Mr. Tang's explanation, but the pain disappeared quickly. At the end of the short speech, his eyes widened. "You mean…"

"Yes. World War II, the Holocaust, Pearl Harbor, D-Day, and Hiroshima were all side effects of one fairy and human's actions."

"I remember that," Orion said. "I was in the Fairy Army when it happened. Dante had gotten the support of the anti-fairies to help him rule the Magical Realms. We were fighting them so wildly, it was near impossible to keep humans from discovering us. We even revealed ourselves to the highest ranking officials of the Allies and planned with them. Still, I never knew the Dark Swords were involved with Dante's plans."

Twice during Orion's speech, Timmy grabbed his hand, as it started throbbing in pain. Both times it was on the utterance of Dante's name. Each time, it went away quickly. Timmy was starting to wonder what was going on.

"Well, they kept it well hidden. Fortunately, Dante's (Timmy grabbed his hand again) godchild was struck down by the Light Sword's then wielder, a man very famous among humans named Walt."

Silence.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Chester said.

"Why do you think all his movies seem magical? Anyway, we covered up the death and made it look like suicide. Dante took the Dark Swords and fled."

"And what happened?" Timmy asked, shaking the pain out of his hand.

"He disappeared. He resurfaced a few years ago, but he disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. His anti-fairy disappeared then as well. He's been declared dead."

"And the swords?"

"Never found. We thought maybe Saddam Hussein or Osama Bin Laden might have had them now, but they had nothing. After Walt died, he passed the Light Swords down to a new owner: me."

Mr. Tang reached behind his back. Suddenly, there was a glow, and two swords appeared, housed in holsters, each held on the middle aged man's back. He withdrew the two weapons, allowing their blades to be seen. The small crowd stared in awe at the mystical items. They were broadswords, both colored (like many things in Fairy World) pink, with a star engraved on the handle of each. (If you don't know what broadswords are like, Zuko used them in The Blue Spirit, an episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender) They seemed to glow a pleasant aurora, like good feeling was radiating from it.

"So let me get this straight…you've known about the existence of fairies for years?"

"Yes. I knew about your track record of wishes, which is why I was reluctant to let you date my daughter."

"Hold on," Cosmo interrupted. "If you're really in charge of helping the magical realms, then where the hell were you when Crocker took over the world?"

"I'll answer that," Jorgen interrupted. "When Crocker spread his magic, Tang teleported himself and his daughter, who we kept unconscious, to Fairy World. Just before he was about to go after them, we noticed you were fighting Crocker. We decided to see if you could handle it, although I certainly did not expect you to reveal your fairies. By the way, you should thank Tang, because after that stupid magic doorknob wore off, he convinced me not to reassign your godparents."

"Getting back to the subject at hand," Mr. Tang intervened, "After Crocker's temporary takeover of Earth, I noticed something strange about the swords. Usually, the wielder of these swords has a connection with them. The swords react with their holder's thoughts, allowing smoother combat. But recently, I've noticed the connection getting fainter. The swords are distancing themselves from me. Now, I can barely feel them. Soon, I will no longer be able to wield them."

"He spoke to me about it," Jorgen said. "We consulted some experts, and the only theory they could come up with was that the swords want to be prematurely passed down. Usually, this only occurs when a wielder dies, but this time it's different. They're sensing something. They know that it is so important someone else get them that they are resisting their master."

"Someone else is destined to wield them," Mr. Tang said. "And with this turn of events, I think that it's you, Timmy."

That statement caught the buck toothed boy and his friends totally off guard. "WHAT? How can…I mean…how can you be sure it is me?"

"We'll know soon enough," Mr. Tang answered. With that, he held the swords out in front of him. Then, he dropped them very simply. They, along with their holsters, disappeared in a flash of light.

Moments later, to everyone's surprise (except Mr. Tang's and, surprisingly, Jorgen's) the swords reappeared in Timmy's hands, with their holsters now resting on his back.

Trixie awoke with her head throbbing. She sat up and glanced around. She was in a bedroom that looked like it was decorated for a princess. The walls were lined in gold, and there was an expensive Persian rug on the center of the floor. She realized she was laying in a queen-sized bed with fancy silk sheets. She got up and continued to glance around. She noticed a second bed, just as big, but it was vacant. Her gaze fell onto a gold framed mirror, when she realized she was different as well.

Her most obvious change, she noticed, was her clothes. Her pink shirt, white skirt, and boots were gone. In their place, she wore a beautiful red dress, the kind you would expect to see on a princess in some animated movie. Her make up was also reapplied, with the usual purple eye shadow. Her hair was brought up in a ponytail, and a red tiara was now resting where her purple headband usually sat.

Trixie's first thought was that someone had undressed her. She shuddered at that thought, hoping whoever did it didn't do something else. Her next thought was how she ended up where she was. Who would kidnap her just to place her in a fancy room?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. She turned to a solid gold door which was opening slowly. Finally, a figure stepped into the room that Trixie recognized.

"Remy Buxaplenty?" she asked incredulously.

"Ah, so you awake, my dear," he said, casually walking over to the Asian girl. "I sure hope that ghastly Tootie girl didn't harm you."

"What…are you the one who brought me here?" Then a disturbing thought crossed her mind. "ARE YOU THE ONE WHO DRESSED ME?"

"I was the one who brought you here," he answered simply. "You're new clothes were poofed right on you, you where never undressed."

Trixie responded by punching Remy in the cheek, sending him to the ground. "YOU CREEP! Where am I? Why did you bring me here?"

Remy rose, rubbing his smarting cheek. "How unladylike. I thought you educated in etiquette."

"I am, but you don't deserve it. Now answer my questions."

You are on Unwish Island. I've heard you've discovered Turner has fairy godparents. Well, that fool never thinks any of his wishes through, so an entire island had to be made to house that imbeciles wishes. They were all hungry for revenge until Turner pacified them by turning it into a paradise, which is why we destroyed them.

Trixie was suddenly afraid. Remy, with the help of others, had wiped out an entire island of living creatures. "Wh-what do you mean, 'we'?"

"I mean the Dark Alliance. I'm a member, you know. The fairies have turned their back on us, spurned us, and Turner is always in the center of it somehow. We're going to destroy him, then take what is rightfully ours. We needed a home base, and this was an ideal location. But we were disgusted at the unwished inhabiting the island. We destroyed them, except for Imaginary Gary. He was the only one who remembered what Turner did to him!"

Trixie was shocked. "Timmy was right. You are trouble!"

"I'm only trouble because Turner made me this way! First, he had real parents AND godparents to care for him. It wasn't fair. I offered him all the money he wanted to wish them, but instead he increased my misery. He not only got rid of my godfather, but made sure my parents were busier than ever. I eventually got my fairy back, but then he took something else from me."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"You."

Trixie's eyes popped open at that word. "That idiotic imbecile doesn't deserve a woman of your caliber. I may have bribed you into dating him, but that was just to advance my plans. You're the richest and most beautiful girl in Dimmsdale. You should have been mine! But I decided not to start dating you until after I disposed of Turner, but somehow he stole you away from me! That's why I brought you here, to make you mine!"

Trixie was appalled. "I'm not yours! I love Timmy, and that's that!"

"You'll love me soon enough. After all, we've got one more love amulet."

Trixie's eyes widened in realization. "That's right. I'd use it on you now, but the Shadow insisted I wait until after we've disposed of that buck-toothed fool. And we will soon enough, when he comes to rescue you."

"H-he'll beat you!"

Remy smiled a sinister smile. "I wouldn't be so sure."

Suddenly, a loud, undistinguishable voice ripped through the air. Moments later, the door opened and Juandissimo entered the room, dragging a kicking and screaming Wanda behind him. Like Trixie, Wanda was dressed in fancy clothes, similar to Trixie's. She kicked at her captor, but with his immense strength it was like kicking steel.

"Calm yourself, mi amore. Soon you will forget all about that incompetent fool!"

"You pompous…" Wanda then said a word that I cannot, in good taste, type here, and one she wouldn't have uttered if she had known a ten-year-old was present.

"Language, my dear Wanda! Do you really want our children to hear that kind of language?"

Wanda shuddered at that statement. "If we were the last two fairies left, and it was up to us to repopulate our species, I would not have children with you! Just wait until I get my wand back!"

"You will not get your wand back until you behave," Juandissimo said, pushing her to the ground. She landed near Trixie. It was then she finally noticed the girl. "Oh great, Ms. grade school drama queen. As if the conditions here weren't bad enough."

Trixie blinked. She didn't know what to make of this fairy. Before she could contemplate her farther, however, Remy spoke.

"You two be good while we go get rid of Turner and his idiotic friends." With that, Juandissimo and his godchild left the room and began to close the door. However, upon hearing that last statement, the two girls rushed toward the closing opening, hoping to get out. No such luck, as the door slammed shut just moments before the got there. They both banged on the door, trying to knock it down, but it was futile.

There was a small window in the door that they could see through. On the other side, Remy was giving orders to two of the remaining anti-fairies. One was dressed like a pixie, down to the grey suit and shades, but was defiantly taller. He had neatly combed black hair and a long, pointed nose. Wanda recognized him. He was Anti-April Fool.

The other was wearing, strangely enough, a black diaper. He was wearing a black cloak with an emblem shaped like a broken heart. He was carrying a bow and arrow set, with an arrow ready to be shot. The weapons had hearts on the end of them, but they were broken down the middle as well, with the ends broken into two sharp points. Trixie hadn't been in the loop about magic for long, but instantly realized who this must be: Anti-Cupid.

"Stand here and make sure they don't escape. Now if you'll excuse me, we have blood to spill!"

Timmy stared at the swords in awe. They had both shrunk themselves down enough to be the right size for Timmy to use, but seemed just as impressive as ever. Carefully, he swung one, and was surprised that movement seemed so familiar. It was like he had done it before.

"I was hoping for this," Mr. Tang said, clearly pleased. The godparents and Chester had shocked looks on their faces, but Jorgen looked calm, as if he had been expecting this.

"You are now in charge of guarding the magical realms," Mr. Tang explained. Timmy continued to gaze at his new weapons. Then, he remembered why Mr. Tang had wanted him to get them.

"Great. I'll take this all in later. Right now, I just want to save my girlfriend." He turned to the group. "Let's go guys."

Cosmo instantly flew forward, but the others were still nervous.

"Uh…I still don't have a weapon," Chester pointed out.

"I actually planned for that," Mr. Tang said. With that, he pulled out two items from behind his back. The first was a flail, decorated, like everything else in Fairy World, in bright colors, in this case, a light purple. The second was a shield like you would see a classic medieval knight use, colored light green. Both weapons were small enough for Chester to use.

Chester took both the weapons and found both of them were light enough for him to use. The rotated the flail, allowing the spiked ball at the end to rotate around. "Try using it on that pile of rubble over their," Mr. Tang suggested, pointing to a pile of debris left over from the battle about three feet away. Chester nodded and began advancing, but the older man stopped him. "No need for that. Just concentrate on the target and swing."

Chester was puzzled, but did as he was instructed. Concentrating on his target, he swung the flair forward. At that point, two unexpected things happened. First off, the flail's chain extended far longer than it normally was. Secondly, when the ball it its target, there was a small explosion, with energy shockwaves rippling out a short distance from the impact point. "This kind of flail is made for soldiers in the Fairy Army," Mr. Tang explained, "but I don't think you'll have any problem using it."

Chester smiled. Moments ago, he had been frightened at the prospect of going to an island filled with evil magical creatures. But now, he had a weapon, and being the guy he was, he wanted to try it out. He quickly brought the flail's ball back toward him, returning the chain to its normal length. "Alright, let's go."

"Oh no, I quit the army because I was tired of stuff like this," Orion complained. "I'm not going!"

"OH YES YOU ARE," Jorgen boomed, "OR YOU'LL BE BACK IN THE ARMY AND I'LL PUT YOU ON GHOST ZONE DUTY!"

That got Orion to cooperate. Ghosts were some of the most unlikable creatures around, so any fairy unfortunate enough to be put on duty there was usually an inch away from insanity by the time their shift was over. Plus, it was getting harder to keep ghosts from escaping now that humans had built so many portals to the realm that they could just waltz out, but that's another story.

"Okay, okay, fine. Oh, and Cosmo, I sent that hydra of yours home after you left to fight Veronica, in case you were wondering."

"Yeah, I was wondering where he went. Thanks."

"NOW, ALL OF YOU, TO UNWISH ISLAND, NOW!!"

"You don't like me, do you?" Trixie asked Wanda after noticing her attitude towards her.

"No, I don't," Wanda replied bluntly. "I'll never know what my godchild sees in you.

"Your godchild…Timmy? Timmy's your godchild?"

"You're not as dumb as the family fortune suggests."

Trixie frowned. "You know, maybe instead of insulting each other, we should be finding a way out of here," she said, walking over to the sink. She turned it on and cupped her hands, catching the water that came out. She then splashed her face repeatedly. After a few seconds, the makeup that Remy had ordered applied was washed off.

This action surprised Wanda. "You're actually…washing makeup off?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I've realized recently I really didn't need it."

Wanda blinked in surprise. "Okay, maybe you're not as bad as I thought," she admitted. "And you're right. We need to get out of here. Any ideas?"

"Can't you just teleport out of here?"

"Nope. There's too much dark magic in the air."

"Well, then maybe one of us could pretend being sick, then we could attack the guards when they come in to check on us," Trixie suggested.

"No. The Anti-April Fool is no fool. He's see right through it."

Trixie was just about to open his mouth when suddenly a voice was heard. "Come on, isn't it cool?"

The voice had come from Anti-Cupid, they realized. Soon another voice responded, sounding just like a pixie. "I have told you before; I don't care for your weapons."

Anti-Cupid was showing off his bow and arrow set to his fellow guard. "Come on, I've broken ten thousand hearts with these…literally! There's nothing like piercing someone who's just found true love."

"You've made this point before, now kindly be silent."

Trixie watched this through the small window. Slowly, a smile crept on her face. "I have an idea."

Anti-Cupid didn't hear Trixie. "Oh, come on, you can't tell me that's not impressive."

"I haven't the slightest interest in your body count; I just want to do my job."

"But it's so cool. I mean, look at it!" he exclaimed, jamming it in the Anti-Fool's face.

He was also holding it in front of the door's window, allowing Trixie to reach through the opening and grab it from the god of hate's grip. Not expecting this, the anti-fairy allowed it to be pulled through the door.

"Hey! Give that back!" he yelled.

:"Why don't you come in and get it?" Trixie taunted.

Instantly, Anti-Cupid grabbed the cell's keys off the wall and jammed them in the lock. "No you fool, stop!" the Anti-Fool warned, but it was too late. The door was open.

"Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!" he demanded.

"Whatever you say," Trixie said, then smacked him on the side of the head with it. The Anti-Fool tried to restrain her, but Wanda flew straight out of the cell, tackling the fool and sending him to the ground, causing him to bang his head on the floor, knocking him out.

Rising up, Wanda smiled. "Well, that was easy," she said. "We better put them in the cell," she added, picking up the Anti-Fool's upper half and dragging him into the room. Trixie did the same for Anti-Cupid. Once they were both inside, Wanda locked the door.

"Let's hurry and find my wand," Wanda said, beginning to float away.

"Hold on, I need a weapon," Trixie said. Wanda noticed she was eyeing the bow.

"Trixie, no. That's a weapon of dark magic. If you use it, it will corrupt you; make you evil, and that's one category you don't need help in."

Trixie frowned at the statement, but discarded the bow. "Fine, but you better give me a weapon once we get your wand back."

"Deal. Now come on, I saw Juandissimo put my wand in a room on the way here," she said, floating away. Trixie followed after her.

Mr. Tang sat in Jorgen's office, waiting to get a chance to speak with him. The muscular fairy was shouting commands at some troops, directing them in the clean up. Finally, he reentered his office.

"Now then, you wanted to speak to me?" Jorgen asked.

"Yes. I want to know what you're keeping from me."

"What are you talking about?"

"When Timmy got the light swords, you weren't surprised in the slightest. And despite Timmy's wish record, you haven't taken his godparents away. So what's going on?"

After a pause, Jorgen spoke. "Do you remember Dante's short resurfacing a few years ago?"

"Of course I do…" and then his eyes went wide. "You mean…"

Jorgen nodded. "I don't think your daughter realizes who she's dating."

"So, I'm assuming he doesn't know?"

"There is no possible way for me to explain to that child the challenges he must face. But he can't be kept ignorant for long. Soon, he will have to know the truth.

Blinking, Mr. Tang looked at a monitor behind Jorgen's desk. On the screen was a map of Unwish Island. Knowing his daughter was there almost made him forget the shock he just had.

"Timmy…please save my child."

Timmy, Cosmo, Chester, and Orion appeared on the shores on Unwish Island. They readied their weapons, expecting to be attacked at any moment. Slowly, they walked up the beach, being very cautious.

Suddenly, they all heard a ping. Quickly, they turned around and saw, to their surprise…

"A pixie?" Orion asked, insulted.

"Greetings," the lone pixie said, as monotone as always.

"This is what they have? No anti-fairies or ghosts or dragons, but a pixie?"

"It's not just one pixie," the lone creature replied.

Suddenly, there was a ping, and another pixie appeared beside his coworker. Then, another ping, another pixie. Soon, there were hundred of pings, and a whole army of identical pixies appeared on the beach.

The first pixie grinned. "I know this is going to sound cliché, but…it is inevitable, Mr. Anderson." With that, the army leapt on the heroes, attacking en masse.