So Timmy and his Fairies have traveled nearly 200 years into the future! But why is Future Poof making all these precautions? And what could the future possibly be like?
Chapter 8: The Great One
Dimmsdale looked basically the same in the future as it did in the past, with a few obvious differences. The sky was covered with dark, ominous-looking clouds that never parted. There were no one on the streets or sidewalks, making the whole town look deserted.
"Go over to that house, Timmy, and follow my lead. Don't look surprised when your parents come out," Future Poof instructed.
"Uh, okay," Timmy replied, wondering why Future Poof had mentioned his parents. Weren't they dead by now?
Timmy rang the doorbell, and Timmy's mom and dad opened the door. They looked exactly the same as when Timmy had left.
"Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Turner?" Timmy asked, following Future Poof's lead. "What's going on?"
Timmy's parents gasped. "Honey, could it be?" Timmy's dad turned to Timmy's mom. Timmy's mom just continued to stare at her son. "Yugopotamian?" Timmy's mom asked in wonder.
"Yes," Timmy lied. "Yugopotamian."
Timmy's parents looked anxiously at the sky, as if afraid someone was watching them. "You better come in," Timmy's mom said. Timmy obeyed, continuing to play the role of a gruesome space warrior.
"Garbage?" Timmy's mom offered.
"Uh, no thanks, Mrs. Turner," Timmy answered. "I, uh, filled up on the way here."
"Is King Mark going to send help?" Timmy's dad blurted out.
"Sweetie!" Timmy's mom cried.
Timmy's mind raced. Mark was king of Yugopotamia now? And how did Timmy's parents know about that planet?
"Um, King Mark didn't send me," Timmy said, continuing to follow Future Poof's instructions. "He hasn't told us anything. I got so curious that I stole one of his ships, one that could pierce the, uh, dome, and headed to Earth. I just want to know what happened."
Timmy's parents looked at each other. "I haven't had to talk about this since Timmy died," Timmy's dad sighed.
Timmy jumped up. "Timmy's dead?" he blurted.
Timmy's mom looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. "The Great One murdered Timmy in front of us for trying to thwart his plans," she whispered. "The Great One is in control of the entire universe, except for Yugopotamia, because your king somehow knew how to prevent magic from effecting your home planet."
Timmy was shocked. Who would do such a thing? Although he could see this was a painful subject from his mom and dad, he had just one more question. "Who is the Great One?" Timmy asked.
Timmy's parents looked at each other again. "We'll show you," they said together.
They lead Timmy to the back of the house, where there was a door that had never been there in Timmy's time. "You better just peek inside," Timmy's dad warned as he opened it. "If the Great One senses you in the shrine room, he'll know he missed a world."
Timmy peeked inside. At first, his brain couldn't process what he was seeing.
A dark room with a bunch of candles illuminating one huge picture on the far wall.
It can't be, Timmy thought.
But it was.
That evil look, the green eyes.
Timmy's parents kneeled in front of the picture. "All hail the Great One," they chanted. "Ruler of us all, the magical, the powerful, Anti-Cosmo!"
Timmy's parents stood up, and turned around.
But Timmy was already gone.
