Disclaimer: As always I don't own Fairly Odd Parents, but I do own a Crunchy Roll premium account, which is part of the reason for the length between updates.
Notes: I would like to start by apologizing for the time between chapters, mostly due to the uncertainty of where I want to take this story and where to end it. I don't want to churn out chapters with no direction or end the story too abruptly. Please read, review and comment on this chapter and I hope you enjoy.
When it rains it pours Ch. 10
The muffled thunder of a distant crowd floated through dark hallways and was making Timmy uneasy and excited at the same time.
Timmy sat on a bench quietly contemplating the last few months of his life as Ron applied tape to this knuckles. Several other individuals were doing much the same thing or warming up in their own fashion.
******TWO MONTHS AGO*******
Timmy sat thumbing through paperwork he received from the front desk as Tootie laid next to him on the exam table waiting on the doctor once again.
Tootie studied Timmy's face as he grimaced when he got to the page with dollar signs and placed a hand on Timmy's arm.
"We'll make it, don't worry so much." Tootie said trying to reassure Timmy.
Timmy sighed.
"I know, we have enough and thank god the insurance kicked in. The check ups are one thing but I don't think we could afford the delivery costs out of pocket." Timmy said putting the papers down and placing his hand over Tootie's.
"I'm just glad you found something you enjoy, I don't think I could see you flipping burgers in doors all day." Tootie said.
"Yeah, the work is hard but I definitely enjoy if and prefer it to anything fast food." Timmy said as we released Tootie's hand and ran his fingers over his other hand where new callouses were forming from swinging a hammer all day and other various tasks.
**CLICK**
The two were caught off guard by the sound of the door opening and Dr. Ashford walking into the room.
"Good Morning!" Dr. Ashford said cheerfully.
The two returned the greeting and carried on with small talk for a few minutes before the exam began.
"So how are we feeling?" Dr. Ashford asked as she gently probed Tootie's stomach.
"Fine, little restless at night and I have to pee a lot but nothing crazy." Tootie responded.
Dr. Ashford nodded in acknowledgement as she poured an ample amount of ultrasound gel onto Tootie's stomach.
"So how about we get a look at this baby, we should be able to tell the sex today." Dr. Ashford said pulling out the ultrasound machine.
Timmy and Tootie nodded.
"Any preference as to the sex?" Dr. Ashford asked as she worked the wand over Tootie's stomach.
"Happy and healthy, ten fingers and ten toes" Timmy replied instantly.
The two females snickered.
"I know you want a boy Timmy." Tootie said poking Timmy in the ribs.
"I won't lie, the thought of having a son does sit well with me but I'll be happy either way. Not sure what I have to teach a girl though..." Timmy said rubbing the back of his head.
"Everything you would teach a boy." Dr. Ashford said.
"Really? You think a girl would be interested in cars and crash nebula comics?" Timmy asked.
"Not sure about the comics but my fondest memories of my dad were when we would go tinker around with an engine or tear something apart to put it together again." Dr. Ashford said.
"You work on cars?" Timmy asked dumbfounded.
"It's my second love next to being a doctor, that 73 Cadillac out in the parking lot is mine. Rebuilt her from a frame myself." Dr. Ashford said.
Timmy blinked in amazement.
"Just remember, if you have a daughter you're hear first example of how a woman should be treated." Dr. Ashford said giving Timmy a wink.
Timmy's eyes went wide.
"Gets new dads every time." Dr. Ashford said with a chuckle.
Tootie patted Timmy's head.
"You'll do fine sweetie." Tootie said reassuring Timmy.
"As long as I have you to keep me in line." Timmy said giving Tootie a quick peck on the cheek.
"Well I'm glad you feel that way because you guys can say hello to your new baby girl in about 4 months or so." Dr. Ashford said with a smile.
"Baby girl? We're having a girl?" Timmy and Tootie echoed each other.
"Yep, see this spot right here? Definitely a vagina." Dr. Ashford said as she pointed to a gray spot on the monitor.
Timmy and Tootie stared at the monitor; Timmy was the first to break the silence.
"Well, I guess it's good that pink is a favorite of mine." Timmy said.
Tootie was silent still as a few tears began to roll down her cheeks.
Tootie grasped her hands in his.
"I'm sorry, it's just hitting me now that I really am going to be a mother now." Tootie said wiping away the tears.
"No need for apology dear, more often than not mother's cry when they find out the sex. It makes it more real, especially for first timers." Dr. Ashford said as she retrieved the picture from the ultrasound machine.
"Little keepsake for the scrapbook." Dr. Ashford said as she handed Tootie the black and white photograph of their baby girl.
Timmy and Tootie nodded in appreciation.
"Well, momma and little miss seem to be doing fine so I will you back here in about three months for your seven month check up and from there the visits will be more frequent as the delivery date gets closer." Dr. Ashford said.
"Thank you Dr. Ashford, you've been so nice through this whole process and didn't judge us where a lot of people would." Timmy said standing up and extending his hand.
"No thanks needed, we're all human and we don't always make the most appropriate choices but as long as you can live with them then a choice is a choice." Dr. Ashford said with a smile and embraced Timmy's hand.
With that the couple headed out the door and to their home.
The car ride home was a quiet one, each of them deep in their own respective thoughts. Tootie was the first to break the quiet by poking Timmy in the cheek.
"Penny for your thoughts." Tootie said.
Timmy swatted away Tootie's hand and smiled.
"Just thinking." Timmy returned.
"Obviously." Tootie said sticking her tongue out.
"Thinking about the future." Timmy said.
"Particular part?" Tootie asked.
"Job, money, baby, etc." Timmy said.
"Well we're off to a better start than most." Tootie added rubbing her hand along Timmy's leg.
"I just want to give our daughter the best, the construction job gets us by but I want to have a stable home for us." Timmy said in slight frustration.
"I know baby, I know…." Tootie said.
The rest of the car ride and evening at home was uneventful and quiet, Timmy laid awake as Tootie slumbered beside him. The thoughts of side jobs and loans flooded his thoughts as he tried to force sleep upon himself. Nothing seemed feasible with the amount of time he had in a day especially with school. Deep behind these thoughts was one final notion, fighting…
*********BACK TO PRESENT DAY**********
Timmy looked up as Ron patted his knuckles and grunted in improvement at the job he had done wrapping up Timmy's hands.
"Alright kid, remember what you've learned up until this point and stay alert and you should walk out of her alive and maybe with some prize money in your pocket." Ron said offering Timmy a hand and helping him up off the bench.
Timmy nodded.
"You think this is the right choice?" Timmy asked Ron.
"Like I said before, I ain't your dad. Life is all about choices, some good and some bad but the only thing you can do is make the best choice for your current situation and keep pressing on." Ron said.
"How do you think Tootie will take it if she found out?" Timmy asked.
"Kid, I may know a lot about beating the shit out of people but that doesn't mean I know much else and women are definitely in the shallow end of my understanding." Ron said with a smirk.
Timmy sighed.
"From my experience the best way to ease bad news is with money. If you win maybe she won't completely murder you, maybe maim just a bit." Ron said with a chuckle as he put Timmy's mouth piece in.
"Haha very funny…." Timmy said in a muffled voice.
The back and forth was interrupted by a man with a clip board.
"You Turner?" An old man with more tattoos and scars Timmy could count asked him.
Timmy nodded.
"Good, you're up after this next fight. 16 competitors, single elimination. That means you lose once and you're out, try not to bleed on my floor." The old man said as he took a sharpie and drew a number seven on Timmy's right arm.
"Number seven, that's lucky. Maybe you won't die after all." Ron said slapping Timmy on the shoulder.
Timmy and the old man rolled their eyes.
With that Timmy and Ron headed out of the locker room and up a tunnel, which opened into large open area with metal bleachers surrounding a caged fighting ring. Every seat was filled with screaming fans, all eyes focused on two fighters in the last round of their battle. Timmy walked closer to get a better view of the fight.
The two competitors threw blow after blow, clearly weary from the previous rounds. Timmy watched as the larger of the two fighters started to throw haymaker punches out of desperation and the smaller one dodge each one. On the final punch the smaller fighter dodged and countered with a knee to the larger fighters jaw.
This dropped the larger fighter like a sack of rocks.
"Classic big guy mistake." Ron said as he watched the larger fighters eyes roll back in his head and the referee started his count.
"How so?" Timmy asked.
"Big dudes think they can win a fight with that lucky powerful punch or kick but usually it's when they stop focusing and it never lands. It's all about endurance." Ron said.
Timmy nodded.
"Winner by knock out in the black trunks, number 6!" the referee calls out holding up the arm of the smaller fighter.
"Next up is fighter number 7 and 8!" the referee shouts pointing to opposite corners.
Ron gives Timmy a solid slap on the back.
"Go get em kid." Ron says with a wink.
Timmy nods and trots up the steps of the ring and through the caged door on one side, he looks across to see his opponent. A fairly heavyset and somewhat fat man in his mid 20's crawled into the cage. Timmy studied his opponent and noticed several scars and such that line his face and hands. Timmy knew this guy had some experience at the least.
Timmy could feel the anxiety build up in him as he walked towards the ring and the man who would either fall to him or be his destruction. Blood pulsing through Timmy's head blotted out all noise, Timmy didn't hear the referee's instructions or even the possible obscenities that his competition was throwing at him. Timmy felt as if he was in a trance, it was as if he was on a high and nothing like he ever felt before. This was nothing like when he fought Ron, this was real not practice This was combat.
Timmy snapped from the daze as the clear ring of the bell broke him from his trance and the sight of a large fist coming at him. Something was different about this fist, much different that Ron's. This fist was slow. Timmy watched the fist as it came closer and closer until it was almost upon him. Timmy's body took over and the results of the endless days of training came into play. Timmy ducked under the fist and brought a spin kick to the temple of the large man. Timmy brought his leg back to the ground with ease and prepared for the next punch. That punch never came. Timmy was stunned when he looked down at his opponent who was unconscious on the ring floor before him. It still didn't set in until the referee finished his count and raised Timmy's hand.
"I won?" Timmy said confused under his breath.
Timmy looked over at a very excited Ron who was taking money from a very disappointed looking man. That confirmed it. Timmy walked over to the door from which he entered and was greeted by Ron rustling his hair.
"See kid, told you that you would be fine. Fatty never saw it coming, brawlers always get knocked out in the first few rounds." Ron said flipping through his winnings.
"I see you were focused on the fight." Timmy said with a smirk.
"What I can wet my beak on this? Don't forget who taught you what you know." Ron said poking Timmy in the chest with a fist full of $20's.
"Yeah yeah, gamble all you want old man. Might actually be able to afford electricity." Timmy said chuckling.
"One, it's only gambling if you think you're gonna lose. Two, eat a dick." Ron said.
Timmy and Ron laughed until they heard the referee call the next fight and they made their way to the side to make way for the next competitor.
The first round was over and Timmy had progressed with little effort, Timmy had hoped it would be a little more challenging but at the same time he hoped his luck would hold out. After watching the next few fights it was Timmy's turn again.
"Number seven and number five!" The referee echoed through the ring.
Timmy stepped back up the steps and into the ring, the opponent this time was far smaller than the last but definitely more experienced. His body was toned much like Timmy's and he held a proper fighting stance. Timmy readied himself as the referee ensured each fighter was ready and dropped his hand to begin.
The fighter began bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet and throwing jabs to test Timmy's reaction speed. Timmy stood his ground as the jabs came within inches of his guard. The fighter tired of jabs and began to throw alternating kicks at Timmy's lower half. Timmy blocked with the outsides of his legs and with the last kick Timmy knee'd the inside of his opponents knee with his own which threw the fighter off balance and forced him retreat in pain.
Timmy used this opportunity to further his position and advanced upon the other fighter, Timmy's punches were formidable but his real strength lay in his legs. Timmy jumped over the defensive low kick his opponent threw and drilled his heel into the other fighter's chest. His opponent gasped at the powerful and graceful kick and flew backwards, struggling to regain his footing and balance.
Timmy continued his onslaught with a front spinning kick and brought it down toward the kneeling fighter. At the last second the fighter rolled out and Timmy struck canvas, his opponent used this time to strike at Timmy with a knee to the ribs which connected and caused Timmy to wince.
A second knee came but Timmy was ready, Timmy stopped the knee with a double guard and caused the fighter's leg to straighten. Timmy had him. Timmy wrapped his arm around the fighter's leg and brought him to the ground. Timmy bent the fighter's leg so that his body weight was on top and locked in. (Google Straight Ankle Lock)
Timmy pressed down with all his strength and watched as the fighter cried out in pain and attempted to wiggle free but to no avail. Timmy's opponent soon gave in and tapped Timmy's leg, with that the referee blew his whistle ending the match. Timmy stood up and offered a hand to the other fighter who was still on the ground to which he took.
"Sick moves bro." The fighter said as he offered Timmy a fist bump which Timmy obliged.
"You too, gonna be feeling the ribs tomorrow." Timmy said as he parted from the ring.
Timmy headed back out of the ring and down into the embrace of Ron once again.
"Filling your pockets again?" Timmy asked as he saw Ron with a fresh wad of cash in his hand.
"When you have a winning pony you bet on it." Ron said with a chuckle.
"Fair enough, if this keeps up I may win this thing." Timmy said plopping down on a bench.
"Yeah I would say you are gonna place 2nd at worst, the only guy I see here who is really gonna give you a run for your money is the bald fucker over there with the skull tattoos. He's got power and some good technique." Ron said pointing to a bald white guy who stood about 6 "2 with some serious size.
Timmy nodded.
"At least you won't be facing him next, he'll be your last fight if you win." Ron said.
Ron sat down next to Timmy and watched the next few fights with him and tried to get a read on Timmy's next opponent.
Timmy's next fight would be against a stocky Samoan guy who was a little husky but Timmy could tell he had a lot of muscle under his layer of fat.
"You're gonna have to go head shots and joints on this guy." Ron said.
"Think so?" Timmy asked.
"Yep, body shots won't do shit to him. Fucker is built like a tank." Ron said.
Timmy nodded and worked over the next fight in his head.
Eventually the next round of fights ended and Timmy was up again.
"Number seven and number two." The referee called out as Timmy leaped to his feet and headed back up the stairs to the ring.
Timmy's opponent entered the other side of the ring and cast an imposing figure. His body was covered in a large amount of tribal tattoos, which stretched under the sheer size of his figure.
The referee brought both fighters to the center and dropped his hand to begin the fight. Unlike the first two fights Timmy's opponent did not strike first, instead he remained stationary taking a simple fighting stance. Timmy didn't know what to make of it but he knew he needed to gauge his distance and see how this guy reacts.
Timmy began by throwing a low kick to the fighter's leg, which connected, but the look on his opponent's face confirmed Ron's suspicions. Body shots wouldn't work on this guy. Timmy darted to the side and launched at the large fighter with a superman punch to the fighter's face.
Timmy's opponent dodged and attempted to grab Timmy around his waist but didn't get the lock in time and Timmy managed to escape.
"That was close." Timmy said as he shook off the feeling of the large fighter's grip.
Timmy tried to get to the inside again by shooting straight for the fighter's legs to attempt a leg lock but the large fighter came down with a double hammer fist, which would have put Timmy out of commission but he managed to roll out in time.
"Goddamn that would have killed me." Timmy said as he backed off and tried to figure out how he was going to get a win on this guy.
Timmy attacked from side to side and from every angle but nothing worked.
Timmy was about to launch another attack with the bell rang, Timmy looked at the referee and then Ron in confusion.
"Round one is over dumbass." Ron called from his corner.
Timmy trotted over to his corner and sat on a stool.
"Alright kid, you're gonna have to get in on this dude's head and I don't think you are fast enough to get it from the size of front." Ron said as he handed Timmy some water.
"Well then how in the hell am I supposed to knock this asshole out?" Timmy said in frustration.
"Just find a different angle." Ron said with a wink as the bell rang again.
Timmy gave Ron a puzzled look as he headed back to the center of the ring.
"Different angle?" Timmy mouthed under his breath.
"What is the fuck does that old man mean….." Timmy said as he contemplated what Ron said.
Timmy smiled.
The referee dropped his hand for the start of the second round.
Timmy immediately shot into the same spot where he was almost crushed before, the large fighter slammed down with the same double hammer fist. Timmy was ready this time.
Timmy launched straight up in between his opponent and his arms and delivered a knee directly to his opponents jaw with zero guard. Lights out.
Timmy heard the entire crowd give a resounding cringe as the large fighter dropped to the ring floor. Timmy had made it to the finals.
Timmy walked back down the stairs after being declared the victor and sat next to Ron.
"See kid, told ya just needed to look at it from a different angle." Ron said with a grin.
Timmy chuckled.
Timmy watched as the last two fighters from the semi finals climbed into the ring to include the psycho with the skull tattoos.
The fight started normally and many blows were exchanged but it became a ground game towards the end. Skull Tattoos had his opponent in an arm bar which his opponent attempted to tap out of but apparently was loud enough for the referee to hear. A deafening snap could be heard as the terrifying fighter dislocated the shoulder of his opponent. Before the tattooed fighter released his victim he stared at Timmy with dark eyes and smiled.
Timmy looked at Ron.
"You saw that right?" Timmy said confused.
"Yeah, happens all the time. People tap but referee doesn't hear and the other fighter doesn't care." Ron said shaking his head.
"Just be careful with this nutjob." Ron said as he watched the other fighter be carried out of the ring.
"Main event, number seven and number sixteen!" The referee called out once the injured fighter was clear of the ring.
Timmy sighed and stood, heading to the ring only to be stopped by Ron.
"Alright Timmy this is the real deal, the other fights were easy but this guy has a strong chance of beating you in my opinion." Ron said as he put a hand on Timmy's shoulder.
"Whatever you have in the tank, now is the time to get it out." Ron said as he looked Timmy in the eyes.
Timmy nodded.
Timmy headed up the stairs and into the ring, the sound of the crowd was deafening.
His opponent stepped back into the ring cracking his neck and pounding his fists together.
The referee brought both fighters to the center of the ring and the match began.
Before Timmy could move he felt a foot crush the left side of his rib cage. Timmy gasped and staggered back trying to figure out what just happened, did this guy have that much reach?
Timmy's opponent smiled and continued to pressure Timmy with very strong and power kicks which seem to have pin point accuracy.
Timmy dodged as best as he could but he continued to take blow after blow to the body and legs.
On the last kick Timmy managed to land a kick to the stomach of his opponent temporarily stopping his push and allowing Timmy to regroup from the surprise attack.
Timmy's opponent shook off the kick and started back in for another onslaught but was met with steeled resolve. Timmy was on the offensive this time with a flurry of kicks and punches, a few landed and did their damage but the fighter wasn't shaken.
Timmy knew this was going to be a difficult fight but now he wasn't sure if he could win.
With the last kick thrown Timmy looked up to see a crushing right hand coming down upon him, he acted fast enough to block it but was still knocked down in the process. This was immediately followed by an ax kick aimed directly at Timmy's head. Timmy rolled to the side and narrowly avoided it and managed to get back to his feet. Timmy tried to shake off the aching in his hands from blocking the punch but was straining to regain composure.
This continued for the next two rounds and both fighters were getting weary.
"Alright kid, this is the last round and if there isn't a knock out or submission and it goes to decision you'll prob lose." Ron said wiping blood and sweat from Timmy's face.
"This guy is strong." Timmy managed to say.
"Yep, now you need to find a way to beat him. He has you in strength and reach, you may be a bit faster but you have to avoid his legs." Ron said helping Timmy up.
Timmy nodded and headed back to the center.
The exchange of blows began once again with Timmy's opponent throwing a powerful kick but Timmy managed to dodge it this time. This was when Timmy noticed something about this guy's kicks, sure they were powerful but they were getting slower probably due to fatigue. Timmy knew he could use this to his advantage but he would only have on chance.
Timmy dodged kick after kick and punch after punch, returning what damage he could. He watched the other fighter as his body heaved from trying to get more oxygen.
The next kick is the one Timmy thought to himself.
With that the fighter threw his kick again but it was the slowest it had been all night and that was Timmy's chance. Timmy dove under the fighter's leg and shot up behind his opponent and onto this back wrapping his arm around his neck and clamping down with the other (Google Rear Naked Choke).
Timmy's opponent gasped for air as he tried to slam his elbow into Timmy's torso with some luck. The fighter smashed backwards into the cage trying to rid himself of Timmy but Timmy held on for dear life because he knew if he lost the hold it would be over for him.
The fighter swung violently as his movements became sluggish and eventually the two fighters collapsed to the ground. The referee inched closer as the tattooed fighter neared unconsciousness but still refused to tap. Timmy watched the eyes of the referee as they watched his opponent, this fight would soon be over.
Timmy felt the fight from his opponent fade and heard the whistle of the referee.
He had done it, Timmy had won.
Timmy staggered to his feet with the help of the referee and had his arm thrust into the air.
The crowd roared as Timmy was presented with the prize money and was led out of the ring. Timmy looked back as he saw the medical team take his opponent out of the ring and to another area.
"Dude was crazy but I hope he'll be ok." Timmy said as he collapsed next to Ron.
"Injuries happen, sometimes you get choked the fuck out." Ron said counting the last of his winnings.
"Yeah, you ready to get out of here? I'm tired as shit and I somehow have to not let Tootie find out about this." Timmy said rubbing his aching ribs.
"Good luck with that, you got some pretty good dings that I don't thing you can blame on training." Ron said.
Timmy sighed.
With that Timmy and Ron took their leave.
Elsewhere in the ring a hooded figure loomed over Timmy's last opponent.
"Failure will not be tolerated." The hooded figure said.
"No….please….another chance…."The tattooed fighter feebly mumbled.
"You had your chance." The hooded figure said as he stretched out a hand and the fighter began to convulse in pain.
Suddenly the skull tattoos because to disappear from the fighter's body as it began to shrivel into a dry husk that resembled a human.
Once all the life was drained from the fighter the hooded figure stepped into the darkness and phased from view.
*******Timmy and Tootie's House********
Timmy creeped up to the door and eased his key in as quietly as possible. He had told Tootie he would be working out and helping Ron until late so she wouldn't wait up. Timmy tip toed inside the dark house and limped his way through the kitchen for a glass of water. The low glow of the refrigerator light cast a shadow on a figure sitting at the table which scared the life out of Timmy.
**CLICK**
The kitchen light flipped on somewhat blinding Timmy and Tootie's face met him when he regained his vision. The look on her face said it all. There were no words said, Tootie took Timmy's shirt hem and lifted Timmy's shirt over his head and his bare torso was being examined by Tootie.
Tootie gently touched each bruise and cut before she signed.
"Sit." Tootie commanded in a flat tone.
Timmy obeyed as she crossed the room and removed a first aid kid from the closet. Tootie sat down next to Timmy as Tootie dressed and bandaged each cut and scrape that Timmy had. Timmy sat there in silence still afraid to talk.
"How much did you win?" Tootie asked in a somewhat annoyed voice.
Timmy reached inside his bag with his free hand and set the stack of one hundred dollar bills down on the table.
"$3,000." Timmy said still apprehensive.
Tootie sighed.
"I know this is part of you, I won't try to change that." Tootie said as she continued to bandage Timmy's body.
Timmy remained silent.
"Please promise me this is a means to an end, once we have enough money and stable work this will end." Tootie asked looking into Timmy's eyes.
Before Timmy could answer he was taken back by tears coming from Tootie's eyes.
"Tootie I…." Timmy got out before Tootie interrupted.
"I just can't see you hurt." Tootie said wiping away tears.
Timmy put a battered hand on top of Tootie's small frail hands.
"I promise." Timmy said.
Tootie nodded.
"Well, this had been be all going towards baby stuff." Tootie said pointing a finger at Timmy.
"Scouts honor." Timmy said with a smile.
Timmy and Tootie laughed and after the careful first aid provided by Tootie they headed off to bed for a much deserved nights rest.
*************FAIRY WORLD***************
Cosmo and Wanda were enjoying a quiet evening at home, Wanda was catching up on her reading and Cosmo had started making a Civil War battle dioramas out of pudding and toothpaste. Pretty standard night for this couple.
Without warning a flash of light burst into the room. Once the smoke cleared the two fairies saw that it was Jorgen Von Strangle.
"Cosmo, Wanda you need to come me with now!" Jorgen bellowed.
"What's wrong now?" Wanda inquired as Cosmo attempted to put his pudding General Lee bust back together.
"There are dark things brooding in Fairy World and I need all eyes on this." Jorgen said as he opened a portal.
"Dark things? What kind of dark things?" Wanda asked with a worried look.
"He's escaped." Jorgen said with a stern look.
"Who's escaped, your little collection of lackeys getting low." Wanda said.
"The nameless one." Jorgen said.
Wanda went wide eyed.
"B-but how, the dimensional prison…." Wanda stuttered.
"I don't know but all I know is he's gone and if he regains his power there is no stopping." Jorgen said.
"What are we supposed to do." Wanda and Cosmo asked.
"We need to have a calling of the fairies, our only chance is to find a champion. You know as well as I do we cannot harm humans." Jorgen said.
"A champion, there hasn't been a champion for hundreds of years and even if we found one who could undergo the process he would be going up against the champion of all the champions….."Wanda said.
"I know that but what choice do we have, hopefully he hasn't regained his full power yet and there is still a chance." Jorgen said.
Wanda and Cosmo nodded and headed into the portal with Jorgen to search for a champion to aid their cause.
END OF CHAPTER 10
Notes: Well guys hope you have enjoyed the update and I seriously apologize for the length between updates. Gonna try to do better.