"Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever." -Keri Russel

Prologue

Timmy Turner had fallen asleep after a rough day of school in his bed, dreaming. He was currently inside the lunchroom, a cold draft had formed sending shivers down his spine. All around him kids from his school were laughing at the ten year old boy who stood there but naked. The person who was laughing at him the hardest was Trixie Tang, who was forming a pool in her tears. "Cosmo, Wanda!" He called out, but to no reply. No matter how much he used his hands, kids would either see his gnads or his bum. "Stop laughing at me!" He shouted and tried to run, but no matter how far he ran, the laughter followed. And then a smoothed masculine montone seemed to echo from nowhere, but was everywhere.

"Tic,

Toc,

Tic,

Toc."

It was very repetitive, and came around every couple minutes or so, and was driving him bonkers. No one else seemed to even notice the dream, "Turner whats 2+2?" A man's voice boomed, as the crowd disappeared and his clothes reappeared. Instead he looked up to see a giant Mr Croocker standing before him, with razor-like fangs, scales on his body, and his hope was nearing touching the school building. "Turner whats 2+2?" The giant Croocker repeated, and all he could do was take a step back, as he once again repeated the same question. Which he had screwed up earlier, after dealing with the brain trauma from a lunchroom incident. Someone had tied a rope to his leg, and sent the boy flying and crashing through the lunchroom, and left the boy dazed with a nasty headache.

"4."

"Wrong!" And with that, the giant Croocker picked up a stone F, and threw it at the ten year old who barely dodged it. As it went crashing and pulled a whole in the nearby wall only to receive his mechanical laughter. It was annoying to the point he could only close his ears, and then he heard that voice again.

"Tic,

Toc,

Tic,

Toc."

Timmy closed his ears trying to close out the sound only to watch as it all disappeared he was suddenly standing in an empty room. The walls were also barren, but lit torches went all the way down, and with nothing seemed to appear. "Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc. Timmy Turner, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc." The man's voice was not getting, and with nothing to stop him, Timmy Turner went forwards. He had no particular reason to do so, but his instincts were telling him it was a wise move, as he went to avoid the shame, and memories of the earlier phases of this dream? What was going on he had no particular clue.

"Where am I?" Timmy Turner shouted to the heavens as he started to pick up pace, but no matter how fast or slow he went the hallway never came to an end. "What the heck is going on? How long have I-" He was cut off by a voice that he could recognize, but it was so faint.

"Spread out and find that fool. We must stop him-"
"Run, Timmy Turner, Run. These aren't your friends nor are they rational. Past the hayway there's a bookshelves, move any book. And you'll find me. Run, Timmy Turner, Run. These seek to destroy what they do not understand. Run for much, do we have to talk, and little time do we have."

"Who are you?"
"In time you'll understand, but right now you must escape, Anti-Cosmo and his forces have arrived. They seek to destroy me, and that'll stop at nothing. If they see you, they assume you're an enemy." Timmy swallowed the spit, he didn't know who to trust, the mysterious voice or Anti-Cosmo, but he took his bet and dashed. Sweat had formed down his head, and his breathing grew heavily as he ran he saw a bookshelf, and quickly he grabbed a book. The door swung open and he ran inside, as the books disappeared as he could hear the hovering of voices. They grew loud with furry.

"Hurry you fools! Before his last chain is broken never shall he be allowed freedom!" He could hear the anger inside the Anti-Cosmo voice, and the huge whispering as if hundreds of anti-fairies flew down the aisle. Timmy had emerged into a room with rows, and rows of bookshelves, filled with books. The air reminded the boy of sitting by Chester, and Francis with the rot that seemed to be near. And this was another smell he couldn't name, but it slowly tricked through the room, and all he could do was run.

"I have a question for you Timmy Turner. What if I gave you a second chance? A chance to show her, how you really feel. One to crack that mask of lies, to open her shall heart. To break the seal of eternal tragedy. To show that fool, what the words Free Will truly means." Timmy looked around to see nothing, and the voice only seemed to echo. He took a few books off the shelf and was distrubed. All around was poetry books, and every book the boy grabbed more and more poetry. Most of them were in languages that he couldn't even read. "Are you by chance interested in Poetry?"

"No! It's like reading, but worse!"

"Of course, the mother of stupidity is always pregnant." Her hand snapped, and soon the bookshelves moved, to reveal a man. Not a man, but a fairy, he was as tall as Cosmo, floating above the ground, holding a book in hand wearing a black cloak. "The gods shall be my witness. My voice, my testimony, and my soul, my honesty." He shut the book, and placed it into a bookshelf, "Tanson IV, you'll be studying him in a few weeks. Croocker has recently found a poetry collection, and finds that young kids are particularly fond of it. A shame that such men exist to poison the mind of the young. I am a maestro, one of words, and fate, a poet and a writer, I am the one who commands my words. With elegance that can only be seen at nine."

"Release the boy, Madelous! Your filth shall not pollute, your chains shall never be broken." Anti-Cosmo emerged; he was breathing heavily, with scars across his body holding his wand out with anger. The fairy by the name Madelous could only sigh, and held out his hand towards Timmy Turner.

"Take my hand, and awaken shall you. If you die now you die in the real world." A black swarm of magic flew from his wand, and Timmy dodged it. Madelous moved only slightly to the left, "When the gods bear my witness, my soul shall be read at last. My eyes shall close, and the game of life shall come to an end."

"Listen to me Turner, I'm not here to destroy you, I'm after Madelous he's a threat to everyone and everything in this universe."

"Lies, Lies filthy lies. Who do you trust? The liar, or the thief? The muder of the destroyer. I am many things young Turner, but for one I shall not lie. Take my hand, and this dream shall end, stay here, and shall it only get worse."

"Get Turner! Make sure he never lays a hand upon Madelous!" Anti-Fairies emerged swarming around the room, and shooting lasers of magic from their wands. The ground shook with vigour like the striking of thunder, and shook with vigor. Dirt went flying, and the smell of rotting wood, burning lumber, and smelting paper could be heard.

"Hurry Turner!" Madelous shouted, as he dodged a wave of magic from Anti-Cosmo who flew in the crowd, the boy dodged the scattering and ran towards the man. And he flew towards Timmy, and soon the boy jumped and only by barely millimeters did he touch the man's hand, soon a large flash of light emerged. The Anti-Fairies screamed with anger and soon the whole world came to an abrupt end. Sweat was pouring down his face, and he looked up to see his godparents looking at the boy with fear.

"You okay Timmy? You were screaming, talking, and wishing in your sleep." Wanda asked the boy with worry, but he never responded. He had a name, Madelous, and something to do with poetry. And he laid in bed, allowing the early morning sun to raise beyond the horizon, all the boy knew was something bad was going to happen.