Timmy's hands and arms felt like ice as he trudged through a broken mid-town in Anti-Fairy World. The wind blew in every which way as he went down the broad street road. The sky pitch black and violent in a blustery whirlwind as thunder and lightning came whenever it pleased. Holding a hand in front of him to gain vision as the other pressed his cap to his head to keep it from flying off.

The entirety of the village was empty. Fled of its occupants in fear of this magic that was not in their control. By the looks of the deserted and crumbled buildings, it seemed as though residents wouldn't have last long had they stayed. Timmy himself could barely keep up in the harsh winds. His eyes were the only thing that shone brightly amongst the musty wind. Slits of an ice blue that were cast only forward. Not daring to look back. The winds became harsher the more he ventured forward, although the abruptness distracted Timmy from his fear as nothing could be focused on but the wind. The grey and storming gale that showed no mercy although it did not have the upper hand of knocking Timmy off his feet. If anything, it encouraged him to come forward in impatience, but Timmy resisted as long as he may.

In arriving what he could only assume was the town square by the sudden openness, Timmy resisted keeping his hand as a guard, and widened his vision. Trailing his eyes forward to a higher point. The center of the winds mended from the dusty grey into a deep black in the middle of the town square in a building-high vortex.

Timmy lowered his hand completely, staring down the dark magic with a calm look of reverence. He didn't hesitate to walk forward carefully so that he faced it on, just barely gracing the border of the black magic. It too didn't make any abrupt movement in staring at Timmy. The boy's serenity rang strange to the darkness, although indicated that he was not gonna make a run for it.

It stared at Timmy hungrily.

The boy didn't frail and wiped his forehead free of cold sweat. Parting his feet in alignment with his hips.

The darkness gurgled at him in a warning.

Timmy let his hands rest by his sides. Scrunching them together once, then aloud his palms to open and face forward. All while staring down the darkness and taking in small, slow breaths in anticipation as he chose to leave his head. Focus on all else but himself. As a wise elder once told him.

The darkness was not something he wanted to fall under the clutches of, nor something he wanted to obtain. However, it had something he wanted and had let him in once. Surely, he could allow himself in. After all, this was his parallel.

"I wanna see, again."

The enchantment arose in a small glow in his palms, lighting brighter as the white shone gently and blew smaller winds through Timmy's hair and garments. The darkness didn't enjoy the light that arose and began to roar louder in aggression. Though it didn't move as it had nowhere else to be, for all it ever wanted was in front of it, as small as any mortal child but as powerful as a regular fairy.

With his magic charged to its full extent, it suddenly launched forward in two bright beams from his palms as they remained to his sides. Rocketing in bright, broad beams as it aimed also around the vortex, that screeched with a disturbed shrill from the resistance. Timmy shook with an impact as the black magic was brought about stronger than he anticipated, though his magic did not vanquish even in the shakiness of his open palms.

The force was too strong for a small boy, even with magic and the darkness suddenly sought to get away from him for once. Timmy would not let it go without what he needed though, knowing he had many to set free if he were to be a free boy once and for all. He'd lost too much time, memory, and breath on everything. An immortal life didn't mean anything to him, any second could mean anything wasted. So far, that had proven to be more than right with a heavier cost. His father was that cost.

His limbs shook, and his magic did as well. The darkness was stiff in Timmy's hold but was as still as a rock at this point. Timmy started to become evidently frustrated as he fought to push everything that had happened to him deep down, but it could not be resisted as a tear left his eye.

The darkness calmed.

Timmy's palms still shook. "Please..."

The black magic did not seem to draw forward but softened in Timmy's grip. With the door suddenly wide open, Timmy's look of longing was suddenly long gone as he scowled in fighting determination. Thrusting the thing forward with all his might as it roared in defiance. The darkness came in pact with Timmy like a barricade.

And erupted.

Falling backward from the mighty blow, Timmy yelped out. Stiffening in impact from the heavy ground although he felt barely anything. He didn't need to open his eyes in knowing he just about took on his counterpart and won this round.

But, the game was not over.

Lifting himself up, Timmy found to be exactly where expected. A familiar, dark abyss he had been trapped in no more than an hour before Cosmo's rescue. With examining eyes that looked every which way of the dark, Timmy rose to his feet. He did not hesitate to call upon his search.

"Antoinette." He called. "Let's chat."

A few seconds went by, and Timmy kept quiet.

"You're back."

He turned around in the startlement of her reappearing so soon. The little girl looked no different clothed in her hospital gown. But, her change in manner was definitely not who Timmy had met her as.

She was angry. And he didn't blame her.

"Where are the others?" Timmy asked.

"What others?"

"The other passed godchildren, where is everyone?"

"Here."

"Where here?"

"Here." Antoinette shook.

Timmy held two hands up. "Okay, okay." He said. "Why'd you lie before?"

"I didn't lie..."

"Yes, you did." Timmy argued. "About your godmother."

Pain washed over Antoinette's eyes, as her angry demeanor broke. "Luna.."

"Listen." Timmy said gently. "I wanna help you, I do."

"Luna?"

The boy thought to preserve the idea of Luna still being around for her goddaughter's sake. But, lying would be a risk. And it's certainly never been received well by Timmy in return. He knew that as a godchild himself.

"No," he said. "She's not here."

"But, we'll find her right?"

Timmy felt inclined to protect the girl's feelings, as he understood exactly how she felt. Holding onto that hope that her godmother was waiting for her behind some corner somewhere with her arms open as safety to run into. Timmy knew that feeling all too well with Cosmo and Wanda.

"Antoinette, Luna is not coming back." Timmy regretted to admit.

Her lips formed an angry pout.

Timmy sighed. "She's gone."

"Gone where?"

"I don't know. Maybe with another kid, or maybe somewhere else. But," Timmy paused in consideration, nodding in certainty. "She did everything she could to help. I'm sorry everything ended badly, but, that's what I'm here for now."

Antoinette's eyes burned angrily through Timmy. "You're supposed to help.."

"And I will," Timmy said. "But, I can't bring her to you."

"Why?"

"You know why.."

"I don't see why not."

"Antoinette, you're dead."

The fire in the girl's eyes died out.

"Even if she wanted to keep you, she had no choice," Timmy said. "Maybe when you were still alive she could have had a fighting chance to get you back. But, it's too late now. You know that."

Timmy stepped forward and reached a hand. Antoinette shuttered away in fear. Timmy as well feared what touching may cause in hindsight of last time. But, the way things had played out, Antoinette was far from herself. Her soul was manipulated under the darkness but still calling for help. And now that the dark magic was under Timmy's control, maybe she wouldn't get hurt.

"That's what I'm here for." The boy said.

"You could bring me back?"

Timmy's eyes saddened, and he slowly shook his head. "No."

"But, you can try?"

"No, I can't, I'm sorry." He lowered his hand, directing his eyes down in sorrow as he thought of his father. "Trust me.."

Antoinette frowned woefully.

Timmy shook his head as he looked back at her. "But, I want to help how I can."

Antoinette had become less of a glooming figure in the darkness of their surroundings, becoming brighter by the second as she fearfully stepped closer to Timmy.

"The darkness keeps us trapped." She finally admitted the truth.

"You can't move on to a better place?"

"I don't see how." She said. "You can't destroy black magic."

"But, you're not part of it. You're just trapped." Timmy said. "I can free you from it, but there was to be something that shows me how. I can't figure it out on my own. I need you to show me because it's keeping me trapped too."

Timmy reached his hand out once more, and Antoinette hugged her arms to her body in fear.

He frowned. "Please, show me..."

The girl looked at Timmy as if he were brutality not be trusted. But he, in return, looked at Antoinette in more certainty than he ever had before. Not afraid to face what may hurt him more than he already was, or maybe, what might give him some clarity.

Antoinette raised a small hand, though she twitched it back in uncertainty. Timmy reached his hand assuredly. She watched his open palm, rubbing her fingers together in the nervousness of what a single touch could do to her once more. Timmy would not say or do anything else to help her until she gave him what he needed to do so. That risk had to be taken.

She reached her hand forward and touched her fingers to his.

"You have no right to be here.." Wanda said as she chose to shield herself in front of Mrs. Turner. The human fearfully looked at the anti-fairies that had greeted the three in the rocky field. Anti-Cosmo angrily shrugging his jacket off his shoulders as he removed it and threw it to the ground in preparing for a brawl. Looking more unhinged that he's ever seemed to be.

"Our world," Anti-Cosmo spoke in a menacing tone. "Our battlegrounds."

"For what sorts." Wanda spat. "You've done enough damage already. As if killing an innocent human life wasn't enough?"

An uncomfortable silence suppressed Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda, both of them looking as if bad memories reeled in their minds that they seemed to worrisome to admit. Forever frozen in time and never to come back from this again. Never, no matter what attempts they could make to come back from it. Humans were so fragile, and they dangerously played that card too much. They pushed it overboard and Anti-Cosmo could do nothing but shake his head in intolerance, his eyes looking as if they could be shattered like glass as he fought to stay robust.

"We never meant for it to go that far..."

"You should be locked up, you animal."

"Murder was never part of the plan!"

"You threatened Timmy by saying you'd kill Tracy!"

"We were never going to!" Anti-Cosmo said. "Ever heard of the concept of bluffing? We were never going to kill any humans, and we certainly were never gonna kill that one!" He pointed a long arm behind him towards the rocky remains of what was once a prison. "It's not our fault!"

"Not your fault!?" Mrs. Turner shouted, restraining her tears as only pure anger ceased her in avenging her spouse. "The Todd I loved never asked for any of this, and now he's paid insufferably! I don't care what mistake you made, you caused it!"

Anti-Cosmo said nothing. In a sheath of insanity, Mrs. Turner lashed forward.

"YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND!" Tracy cried in enraged pain.

"Tracy!" Wanda yelled grabbing her hands in trying to stop her.

Mrs. Turner only tugged back proceeding to yell profanity. The anti-fairies, though eternally scared for their own safety, looked on in caution. Anti-Cosmo shifted his gaze from them to Cosmo, who watched Tracy and Wanda worriedly in lack of interference. At the feeling of his counterpart's gaze on him, Cosmo directed his gaze forward to Anti-Cosmo.

"And you," Anti-Cosmo said. "Maybe if you had let Turner grieve over his father a little longer, you could've used your own magic to save him."

A slight scowl crossed over Cosmo's face. "That's not true.."

"Unproven." His counterpart disagreed. "But possible. Yet, getting Timmy out of there was the plan wasn't it? Listening to what your wife had specifically instructed?"

The guy was trying to hold blame against Cosmo in an attempt to protect him and his wife, and the fairy knew it. A man like Cosmo knew what it was like to be the epidemy of making mistakes and brutally blamed for it. But even so, if something wasn't his fault, he knew it deep down.

He clenched a fist as Anti-Cosmo continued.

"I mean, as someone with such a lack of intelligence as you, I'd understand why allowing your wife to call all the shots would be a simpler plan. Still, you couldn't even get your godchild out of a prison. A prison that reflects the same back in your own world. How could you allow such a tragedy to happen to his father?"

"Honey.." Anti-Wanda warned. "It's okay, I'm the-"

"Timothy gave you two up in an attempt to save you." Anti-Cosmo shook his head. "You should have taken that as a warning. Whether you knew he was here or not, he did that to keep you at bay. Yet you came, and exactly what he had feared came true."

"This isn't my fault.." Cosmo defended.

"He tried warning you, Cosmo. He truly did." The evil creature continued. "So maybe you'd be better off giving him to us."

The fairy's fist tightened, his nails digging threateningly into his palm. "Never."

"Why's that?" Anti-Cosmo turned his gaze towards his wife in a smile. "He'd be better off here anyhow. Certainly not with you as his godparent. And Timothy, well let's face it, the boy doesn't belong anywhere. Not earth, not Fairy World, not even-"

Anti-Cosmo's world suddenly became stars, as a bouldering impact came in contact with the right of his face like a rock. The anti-fairy fell back and out of the air with his wife yelling and looking down at him. Anti-Cosmo looked up in a daze, barely having time to register before Cosmo again came diving down on top of him, and the two proceeded to rough house.

Wanda's focus was fearfully torn away from Tracy to her husband. "Cosmo!"

She tore away from the human's grasp, but couldn't even act before Anti-Wanda tackled her around the middle and to the ground in an attempt to protect her own husband. The fairies and their counterparts angrily proceeded to fight the living daylight out of one another.

Cosmo gasped out as he stumbled to his feet, holding a hand to his nose as it gushed with blood uncontrollably.

"Come on, then!" Anti-Cosmo shouted in challenging, as he too wiped the blood from his mouth. "Let's see how much of a brawler you are!"

The green fairy hadn't stood a chance before Anti-Cosmo charged at him in return and the two continued with the violent antics. A few feet away, their spouses were no less brutal as Wanda had managed to wrangle herself over Anti-Wanda. Eyes burning brightly as she held the wiggling anti-fairy down by her shoulders. The fairy momentarily looked up in consideration of where Mrs. Turner remained, and Wanda's face fell in horror to see that the human had vanished.

Tracy had taken off, and Wanda knew exactly where to.

"Tracy, no-!"

Wanda was twisted to the ground opposingly by Anti-Wanda.

The pink fairy struggled to free her wrists from her counterpart's grip. "Why're you doing this?"

Anti-Wanda stared down at her in spite, showing disgust. "I'm tired ah promising my baby everythin' we want and never gettin' it."

Wanda scowled. "A little advice." She said. "Don't promise your baby the world's worth. Especially when it doesn't belong to them."

Her parallel gritted her teeth angrily, raising a fist to come swinging down against Wanda. Though the fairy managed to turn her head in time for Anti-Wanda to hit the ground and hollow out painfully. Wanda took advantage and pushed her counterpart off her, stumbling into the air just as Cosmo untangled himself from his brawl with Anti-Cosmo as well. Cosmo jolted through the air in pain to come latching over to Wanda and grip her in need. Anti-Cosmo came to aid his wife back into floating, and they looked angrily to the other married couple who stood far from them.

"Right, then." Anti-Cosmo said as he held his wife's arms. "We all know how to settle this, and it's in a more dignified way of battle."

Wanda, who also held Cosmo, nodded. "I suppose so."

"I just hope you came prepared because when we're done with you two, we have a comfortable cell prepared for Timothy in our own abode."

Cosmo abruptly pulled his wife further away.

"We can't keep them off, we lost our wands."

Wanda fearfully wiped her nose clean of blood as she looked on at the anti-faires. Her eyes twitching to the far left in ponderation for any given solution. She swallowed, and with slight fear but determination pummeling in her stomach, she turned in her husband's grasp.

"We don't need them." Wanda said.

Cosmo's bloody brow creased in confusion "How?"

"Our wands are just an instrument for different magic." His wife gently reminded. "But we're still magic, Cosmo. Think about Timmy and how he's gotten by lately."

"But, Timmy's different..."

"But he's still a fairy, half-human or not," Wanda said. "The magic he performs might be a little tweaked, but it's still very much fairy magic. He's derived out of our kind, Cosmo. He's one of us, which means by same nature, we can act upon our magic a similar way."

Cosmo fearfully clutched her hand and eyed the anti-fairies. "We haven't been allowed to use that kind of magic since the academy. We could...we could get out licenses revoked..."

Wanda paused. "Cosmo," she coaxed.

He looked at her.

"We're already done being godparents.."

His eyes saddened, urging to look down though Wanda kept his face up with a gentle hand.

"But we're not done being there for Timmy."

Cosmo raised his hand to hold her's against his face, fearfully closing his eyes. "I'm.."

Wanda tilted her head.

He opened them again as they looked deep into his wife's. "I'm scared.."

He'd come so far, and yet he was still so terrified. Wand understood completely as no amount of tasks she carried out as the responsible one of the relationship could ever make her less scared than she was every day of her life with her nutcase husband. But, that didn't mean he couldn't do this.

"I know," she whispered. "But you can still do it, we both can."

Wanda's hand left his face as she turned to the anti-fairies who stood ready with wands in arms. She left her husband in the background as she approached the creatures completely wandless.

"It's dangerous to bring a knife to a gunfight." Anti-Cosmo mocked, noting how she had no wand.

Wanda's face was neutrally fearful as she raised a closed palm to chest's length, looking down as she opened and closed her fingers in an attempt to call upon her magic in ways which she had not done for centuries. As nothing came alive in the few seconds of her opening and closing palm, she flicked her hand in building frustration as she was reminded that she was simply calling her magic like she always does. It was her power, not her wand's. She was a fairy after all, wasn't she?

"Oh please, take your time." Anti-Cosmo said. "Meanwhile, I'm sure Timothy doesn't mind forever being trapped in an abyss."

Wanda's wide expression turned into a deep scowl. She crossed her fist over her chest and opened her hand once more to reveal an illuminating glow of pink held in her palm.

Cosmo watched in wonder and looked down at his own hand.

Anti-Cosmo didn't buy her threat. "I see hanging around with a half-breed has taught you a few things."

"I wouldn't call this taught," Wanda said, raising her other hand that had no trouble bringing forth magic quicker. "I'd call it, getting to our roots."

Anti-Cosmo raised his wand over his shoulder as his eyes turned to slits. "Game on, nag."

Cosmo's eyes widened.

A half-second later, his brows furrowed and he clenched his jaw as he brought forth an illuminating ball of green in his own palm.

As soon as Antoinette's fingertips grazed Timmy's, the boy closed his eyes in fear of the worst outcome. But, he opened them again only to realize that the girl remained whole and did not crumble from her stature. The boy looking shockingly from her hand to her face. They were bonded through trust with no fear between them.

"What-"

Timmy disappeared in a white flash. The blackness around him lifted away and changed scenery to somewhere far more different and far more obscure. In the least, Timmy found himself somewhere very particular but at the same time far from familiar.

A road, in the winter night.

"Antoinette?" He called, as he looked up at the falling snow. The narrow road was surrounded by pine trees blanketed in the heavy white, and the place was deserted. Timmy looked every which way and hugged his arms, though the cold didn't seem to bite him as he would have expected. "Antoinette?"

He unlatched his hands from his arms in disuse, looking around as nothing rang familiar to him at all. Perhaps though, he wouldn't recognize anything because the answers to saving these lost souls would come from their past, not his own. Perhaps he was in Antoinette's memory or any other godchild's for that matter.

A light suddenly gave way from the far end of the road, and Timmy looked towards it. Raising a hand over his eyes as he fought to see what was blinding him as it approached. The light broadened and blinded the boy more as he could barely see.

When the sound of tires rolling along the snowy pavement became evident, Timmy gasped as it was too late to make any sudden movement. He hunched over in fear of the headlights and held his hands to his head, but to his surprise, the car passed right through him.

Timmy shot off of the ground, looking to where to vehicle rode off to, immediately catching a glimpse of the cubicle top of the old station wagon. Or in this case, what seemed relatively new.

That was his car.

"Wait!" Timmy shouted, beginning to run in the direction it had passed to. It was already going at a slow pace due to the storm, so maybe he'd have a chance in actually catching up. As luck would have it, a few ways down he caught up to it as it went slower than it already did in passing him. He jogged behind as the car began to near to its far side of the lane, most likely in letting another car pass. But by the looks of this road, it was a wonder why anyone would choose to travel somewhere so isolated in such harsh conditions.

No other car came in passing, and Timmy attempted to look into the car windows, though he couldn't see the occupant driving in the dim night, with the added constant passing of the windshield wipers clearing the falling snow.

It became evident that something was definitely coming to pass, as a different light source illuminated from the other side of the car. Timmy kept to the back of his family station wagon in following, wanting to make sure that he didn't miss any detail of whatever it was that Antoinette brought-

An exploding sound erupted and Timmy fell back with a scream of terror.

An abrupt force pounded the family car and sent it skidding across the road uncontrollably. Timmy fearfully got to his feet and watched as it spun out of control with shattered glass and bits trailing from it. The car came to the far left of the road and before it fell off its wheels to go tumbling down the snow slope, a body was ejected from it to fall flat against the cushioned snow. The car fell down the slope, and the now evident woman remained very still faced down.

Timmy breathed heavily from being scared completely out of the erupt hit but stopped his breath short in catching sight of the familiar mop of brown hair that rolled over onto her back and clutched her pregnant stomach.

"Mom!"

It was a memory, but that didn't stop Timmy from running to her.

"Baby.." she groaned fearfully.

"I'm here! I'm here, mom." Timmy spoke instinctively of her call as he kneeled very close to her side. Though she didn't say it to him, and he knew it. He attempted to rest his hands on her though they passed right through anyhow. His eyed fixed on her pregnant belly in shock as she was literally glowing in that section. He was glowing.

Another small eruption occurred by Timmy's face and took him by surprise, as a new presence had appeared an inch away from him. He scooted backward with a shaky yelp.

Timmy was shocked to see exactly what his mother had feared her whole life hover over her. Though the elders were far from a stranger to him. The purple hood was so much more close than Timmy imagined, it was no wonder his mother had been traumatized for ten years. He looked to his mother, but it was evident she was having trouble gaining vision of the figure from the impact of the crash and the light he held in his hand that was blinding her. And after a moment, she blacked out completely, much to Timmy's worry.

The figure soon enough finished whatever he was doing, and lowered his hand as the light died out. Timmy watched as the hood carefully tucked a hand under his mother's head in raising her carefully, the boy somewhat defiant of him touching his mother after nearly killing her, but the elder kept his other hand at bay to his side. The being's face remained well-hidden as it always did. Still, it looked at the unborn child that she carried.

"Dark magic is something that will never vanish." The being said with a soft, prompting tone. "You are your own entity of good magic. The darkness that is your parallel is a different nature than other anti-fairies. You are chosen by this good power, though it has not yet taken force. We do not understand what your darkness wants, and we will not until you are ready to know who you are. Humans are a wonder of nature. And while many may see them as brooding, unreasonable, and valueless, they are the most extraordinary creatures to live next to the fairy race. You're another lead, you're another hope. Help us if you will."

Timmy's heard it all before in different renditions. The same junk and prophecy he was told that made him so special and far from average. It was more than a broken record at this point and a wonder to Timmy why Antoinette would bring him back to where it all started if he were just to hear what he'd been told all along. The praise for being so different, that it didn't even feel unique of him anymore. It just felt like they were prompting him to be someone he wasn't entirely sure he was. He watched his mother's face dolefully in thinking how all the nonsense for a small kid like him hast cost so much for her. Just for the sake of stopping evil.

"But, you are a godchild, and that comes before anything else."

Timmy stopped in confusion. Looking back to the elder, there was an unfamiliar gentleness that differed from the gods' usual way of poise and superiority as he cradled Timmy's mother. In uncertainty, Timmy's brow slowly creased.

"It does..?" The young boy asked though he could not be heard.

"You will be different." The purple hood continued. "But the unfortunate situation for my siblings and I is that it is not our choice to bend you the way we prefer. We have a priority to keep peace in the universe, but we have a priority of making sure our godchildren are prioritized. If you choose to disband us one day and stay on earth, we will not stop you."

Timmy blinked widely.

The elder carefully brought a hand to Mrs. Turner's stomach.

"You have fairy blood." He said. "But, you are a godchild before anything else."

The revelation hit Timmy.

He could have turned his back on all of this as soon as he found out, couldn't he..?

He could have said no, and choose to have a sub-normal life on earth. Living forever, but still carrying out his days however he pleases. It wouldn't have made a difference in his happiness anyhow. His happiness had seemingly been out of the question in all of this and he'd been angry about that. But, the council was more genius than he'd realized. Timmy's fortune was literally out of the question, because it was just that important. It had been made sure that happiness would be accountable for Timmy long before he was born. This was never a plan to give Timmy a happy life by being a hero. His destiny was in his own hands. Being normal would never be a reality for Timmy, but being unhappy wouldn't either. No one ever said normal was happy, anyhow.

"The council doesn't give up on any godchild until it's too late." The god spoke before he vanished into nothingness, leaving Tracy abandoned in the snow.

Timmy once again came by his mother, attempting to touch her though his hands fell right through again. "..I'm free to choose." He spoke to himself before fixing a smile on his mother. "Mom, do you hear that..?"

The third time around he attempted to reach for his mother's hand, only to see that he could feel it's softness this time. Refusing to question it, he closed his eyes gently and clutched it tightly.

"I just don't know.."

He opened his eyes again, only to gasp out to see that his mother vanished. But, he still clutched a hand. Looking up startingly, Timmy started at a smiling Antoinette as they kneeled in the black abyss and clutched each other's palms tightly.

"Antoinette..." he said. "But, it doesn't make sense how I could save you..."

"It does, Timmy." She spoke kindly. "We're already there now that the darkness can't control us, it's just a matter of getting out."

Timmy swallowed. "Us?"

Antoinette let go of his hand and rose to her feet. Timmy followed, looking around him once before staring down at his open palms. He looked at the girl for confirmation who nodded in assurance. Timmy looked back down at his hands.

Bringing them together in a tight hold, he sparked a small flash within them before rocketing his hands upwards towards sky height, letting his magic fly high before erupting into a firework that lit up the entirety of the abyss, and turned it into a dome of bright light as dozens upon dozens of figures suddenly emerged all around Antoinette and Timmy. Millions of children stood all around, all with different garments, different manners, derived from different time periods. But, they all looked to Timmy with the same sirene smile of gratitude.

"How does it make sense, though?" Timmy asked.

Antoinette smiled. "You're the only godchild who will ever get to choose happiness without magical aid. Because you are a magical aid yourself, Timmy. You're a victor for the rest of us. You can save the happy endings that some godparents couldn't afford to. But, even if you don't choose it, you won't be subjected to unhappiness yourself. That would be cruel and unfair. You have freedom Timmy, always remember that."

"You guys didn't get your happy endings, though.."

"Timmy this isn't about us, anymore." Antoinette said. "This is about all the other kids who could end up like us."

She looked around at the others.

"But thanks to you, we can finally move on." She said. "So you gave us freedom."

Antoinette came forward, clutching Timmy's hands tightly as she suddenly leaned forward and heightened herself on her toes. Kissing Timmy on his head as the action urged the boy to close his eyes gently.

"Thank you, Timmy Turner..."

He remained with his head down for a good while, before gazing up again.

And they were all gone.

Replaced with the now emptiness and quiet buzz of the corrupted town square, though a dark figure remained where he last saw it. The large black wave, now awfully still as its nose point at the top wavered like a tree blowing gently in the small winds. Seeming almost derived of all it's previous violence to move anywhere. The red of the sky was visible once more, and the black ripplet simply stood in staring down at the minuscule boy. Timmy stared at its stillness and stepped a foot forward in berating.

"Shoo." He ordered.

The wave remained motionless, before it lifted off the ground and flew up and beyond Timmy. Flying across him in retreating to another corner of Anti-Fairy World. The domain in which it belongs, and which it would stay far away from its counterpart.

Timmy didn't watch it go off, as he only stared forward at the broken, black marble fountain that had been blocked by the wave. Rubble surrounding everywhere though the town square, even in Anti-Fairy World, was more peaceful than Timmy had even given this world credit to be.

The boy took in a long breath and raised his face high. Closing his eyes and exhaling deeply as he relished the gentle breeze that passed over him.

"Timmy!"

His eyes snapped open.

"Timmy, sweetheart!"

A smile engulfed Timmy's face as he turned around. Along the horizon of the road, a tall figure ran towards him and he made no mistake in running towards her as well.

"Mom!" He called.

"Timmy, my darling!" She opened her arms only for her son to come bouldering into her hold as she squeezed him tightly. A world's relief lifted from both their hearts as they spun around once with him clutched in her arms. A feeling of euphoria in having one another once again.

Timmy's arms remained around his mom's neck tightly as he buried his face into her shoulder. Mrs. Turner sighed tearfully as the adrenaline of their hug dialed down and she gingerly ran a hand through his grimy hair.

She kneeled down to let him out of her embrace so she may get a good look at him. "Oh, you're a mess.." she laughed lightly.

He smiled tearfully in return. "Mom..you came..."

Tracy pulled him back against her and kissed his head. "Oh sweetie, did you ever doubt I would?"

The boy snuggled deeper into his mother's arms. Nestling into her as the feeling of her arms felt so relieving in which Timmy could put being the hero on hold, a simply let his mother hold in comfort once more.

But even in the world's relief, Timmy had to face the consequence.

"I'm sorry, mom..." he said. "I didn't mean to bring dad into this.."

"Sh.." She didn't let go of him as she let her face fall to his hair. "Timmy, your father was a very brave man...I'm so sorry I hadn't been there for both of you, sweetheart. He loved you. He didn't want anything bad to happen to you...and he did just that..." She paused as she fought to keep the simple memory of her husband from causing an unbearable ache on her heart.

"I wish he was here.."

She closed her eyes, tears falling softly as she held her son. "He is..."

The abandoned town was silent as the mother and son held each other close. The silence was no longer felt like disturbing loneliness and instead felt more tranquil, yet still empty with one crucial family member missing. At least not in a physical presence, but still very close as the breeze almost wrapped around them in an embrace.

As soon as Cosmo had drawn his magic nonchalantly unlike the few tries it had taken Wanda, the anti-fairies had become less self-possessed and more worrisome.

Anti-Cosmo was one to already say a lot of bad stuff about Cosmo, but coming after Timmy or Wanda or Poof was an action Cosmo would never forgive him for indefinitely. This time was different though because even in calling Wanda by the one thing Cosmo use to use consistently and dangerously against his own wife, it was more so an insult on Cosmo's behalf. Reminding him about what had cost him the biggest fight of his marriage and felt like was the nearest possible action to losing his wife. Because he was just that careless. He'd just gotten Timmy back, he was not about to be reminded how much of a screw up he was to lose him and his wife in the first place.

Although, it was still an insult on Wanda, and she quickly beat him to it.

With a shout of rage, the pink fairy thrusted her palms forward. Causing an emission of a large pink ripplet to swarm across Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda, who had already drawn two eruptions of black magic, though it barely stood a chance as it diminished in thin air and the two of them tumbled backward. Barely having time to react as Cosmo came swarming with his own strike of magic that the two countered with their wands, attempting to deflect the large eruption back to Cosmo. Though he and Wanda dodged the counteraction and both launched their own magic once more.

Both the anti-fairies were knocked back by the harsh winds, as their wands flew out of hand. As they stumbled to the ground, Anti-Cosmo lifted himself while clutching an aching head to look up at the approaching fairies.

Wanda waved her hand free of the excess magic, as it went out in a soft fizz. "It's over."

The anti-fairy looked all around him at the dust and debris that he laid in. The remains of what was once Anti-Abracatraz laid nothing ut a sea of dust and rock that Anti-Cosmo simply couldn't believe the sight of.

"How could this happen..?" He spoke quietly, lifting his head.

The fairies weren't reassured in the slightest. "Forget it," Wanda said. "It's never worked, Anti-Cosmo. It never will. You've caused too much already, and for nothing in your benefit but your own downfall. We're taken Timmy home, and we'll be sure he never sees the likes of you two, again."

Anti-Cosmo, with genuine curiosity, looked to the godparents with uncertainty.

"And what if he returns to earth?"

Wanda nodded. "Then we definitely want you staying away if we can't be there to make sure you do."

Anti-Cosmo's eyes remained on Wanda's stone gaze, and then gently rose to the sky. Watching as the red of his homeworld swirled gently in different swatches of the color from the clouds that danced in the far distance. The aroma of old stone and rusted metal filled the air, the taste in his mouth only blood. It tasted like he'd been choking on his own torture. It tasted like defeat.

"Our fortune.." his wife worried as she scooted to her husband and clutched his arm.

Anti-Cosmo's demeanor finally broke as craned his head downwards, lifting a hand to his eyes. "We're done for..."

Wanda showed little tolerance for their pitiful state. "Then I'd go rest in your precious abode when you have the chance."

"We'll be knocked down from our privilege..."

"Might teach you something," Wanda said as she urged both her and Cosmo to edge away from the creatures. Fearful that the woeful couple's loss of privilege as the elite advocates for anti-fairies would cause them irrational anger. "Like valuing what's important.."

The anti-fairies paid no wariness to the fairies, as they reached for their wands. Holding one another tightly as they fought to poof out of there while holding their beloved tightly. And vanishing for isolation while they still had it.

As soon as the smoke was rid of, Wanda and Cosmo both collapsed to the ground with moans of exhaustion and pain. To have stood as walls in protecting their godchild's path had been more than a bigger fight for both of them, and too much to carry on their backs.

They looked from their limp positions at the destruction that had been caused. All from the mere act of fighting over a small boy. The godparents rose to hover again much closer to the ground in frailty as the field remained sorrowfully quiet. The world disbanded the majority of its occupants, with the two intruding fairies standing in the middle like they owned the entire universe around them. Astonished over how big of the lengths they would go for their Timmy.

And the lengths for each other.

Turning their gazes from the vast horizon to their spouse, they looked upon each other as though the trek had been far from a millennium's length. Though the events had merely happened in a few days' time and hadn't taken mercy on them once. They both looked a mess, they both looked beaten, bruised, cut, winded, drained, quenched. But, they still both looked at each other with the same ache of desperate need.

Cosmo and Wanda threw their arms around one another and kissed fervently.

More frantically than they had in a while, as their relief paid no absence in showing one another just how okay they were. That it would be okay, no matter what. That even in the means to however this would end with Timmy, in the long run, they would be okay.

They exchanged kiss after kiss until Cosmo had lovingly begun to kiss Wanda underneath her jawline. Both silent and liquid in each other's arms as Wanda sighed shakily in utter relief as he kissed her. He pulled his lips away from her skin as they clasped their hands close, and let their foreheads fall in a touch.

"We never know how things end, anyhow." Wanda breathed. "We won't let this ruin us..."

"For our boys.." Cosmo said.

"For our boys." His wife agreed, kissing him once more.

"Guys?"

The fairies broke their deep gaze and looked to the arrivals with their hands still clutched. Timmy stood with his mother, holding her hand tightly as he stared at his godparents in complete revelation.

Wanda still held her husband close. "Did you..?"

Timmy beamed. "You know I did."

His godmother gave a tired smile. "Oh, sport.."

Cosmo and Wanda carefully approached, and Timmy let go of his mother's hand to be brought forth by his godparents into a hug. The fairies feeling more tranquil with Timmy added to their relief as they held him close and dared to stay that way as long as possible. Tracy watched tenderly, staying close by, although she couldn't have been prepared for when Wanda suddenly grabbed her wrist and yanked her down to their level. Hugging her tight as well.

In the pit of a hellish world, Timmy felt more alive than he had for days. As the hate and sorrow left his heart he felt only love surrounded by those who cared for him the most. Who traveled to the ends of the universe just to save him, all while also letting him go. Timmy felt more than loved, he felt trusted. His family had believed in him all along, it was just a matter of, well, what he would want for them as well. To stay safe and just forget about the anecdotes.

With his face buried in the confines of his family's arms, he realized that a new cloud of fairy dust slowly began to engulf the huddled family. He blinked in confusion as he looked to both Cosmo and Wanda, though they hadn't been the ones activating it as they continued to hug Timmy with their eyes closed. Timmy watched the fairy dust dome over them, and before the seconds could reach a minute, they were all suddenly swept away. Removed from the arms of his family, Timmy nearly gasped out in protest, but in a mid-second, he found himself light miles away to a much more familiar change of scene. As his feet touched the ground of the rainbow platform Timmy's gaze wandered up and all around him to the starry sky that greeted him. He smiled at it, feeling as if he had a long time coming in having a reunion with him and the stars.

In looking for answers, he looked to his far left to where he knew the Rainbow Bridge led to Fairy World. The land of clouds wasn't for a few ways away but Cosmo and Wanda had reappeared on that end, looking to be confused as well at Timmy standing at a distance from them. Jorgen had shown as well, standing behind them. Timmy quickly switched his gaze, seeing his mother stand to his long left.

Looking at the division, Timmy came to the realization.

When there was a known presence standing behind him, he turned only to feel like he was slapped in the face by the single stare of striking blue eyes looking right at him.

"Terra?"

Having show her true form once more, she smiled. Then looking to the other three that stood behind her at the same height in counter to their usual presented form. The familiar eagle-like wings that matched Terra's left the restriction of their robes as they all drew their hoods back.

"Timothy," she spoke kindly. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm..." he was nervous. "I'm..."

"It's alright, child." The pink council member approached, with his hood drawn back revealing his pristine dark skin.

Timmy downcasted his eyes as everyone else was beginning to realize why they were brought forth. As Cosmo and Wanda looked upon their conflicted godchild, they reached for each other's hands carefully. Looking at their spouse with an evident look of worry, but strength as Wanda nodded to Cosmo in confirmation.

It was time.

Timmy closed his eyes. "I can't..."

"Timothy," Terra spoke gently. "You aren't doomed forever if you feel as if your heart does not belong here. We would never deprive you of happiness when you've done nothing out of sorts to lose it.."

"I've done plenty of out of sorts..." Timmy shrugged.

She gave a crooked smile. "But, you've done much more good for us than bad."

Timmy exhaled deeply. He was a troublesome boy, but heck, he could not deny that he would never be the same again after all of this. There was no denying that he was never meant to go about his days not knowing what lived beyond the clouds surrounding humankind in protection, but that was far off from saying he was to belong there as well. His heart bloomed in knowing he couldn't deny that the clouds were a part of him. Even before he knew them to be. However, the earth was as well. In ways which he would have given up in a heartbeat the minute Francis had started pounding him against the pavement of the schoolyard. Or the minute Vicky had begun kicking him to bed by seven. Timmy stood on the fence of too great a decision as he actually stood on the literal borderline between two worlds that both were his. Forever his. The decision couldn't be made. It was too broad, too fast, too much for only...

...for only a boy.

"What would I know..." he mumbled in pity for himself. "About knowing where I belong..?"

Wanda and Cosmo frowned sadly.

"Possibly because you do know?" Terra ventured though doubt was far from her mind. She knew Timmy's desire. "And you're simply scared of making that decision?"

"Maybe.."

He just couldn't do it.

"You're loved by all those surrounding you, Timothy." Terra said. "There is no decision you can make that will make them love you any less, you should know that. There's no price to pay but knowing your place. Simply knowing."

The god looped a hand out of her bell sleeve and raised it to the child's face. "You know, Timmy.."

He was silent as Terra drew her hand away. Mrs. Turner and his godparents both looked on worriedly.

Timmy looked up with a stern look.

"I do."

They held their breath.

Paying no more time, Timmy suddenly bolted for his mother. Throwing himself into her arms as she caught him in startlement.

Cosmo and Wanda brokenly clamped their eyes shut and looked away. Fighting the tears.

"Timmy.." Tracy spoke in soft surprise. "Are you sure..?"

"Yes," he said as he drew back and held his mother's arms that remained on his shoulders. His smile was broad and his mother only searched his face in confusion as her brow creased. He ran a delicate hand up her bare arm as he took in a tearful breath of air.

"I'm sure,"

Timmy took her hands into his own as he looked at her in certainty.

"That I need to stay with Cosmo and Wanda."

His godparents gradually looked up from their feet in utter shock. Tears trailing steadily from their colorful and wonderfully bright eyes.

Mrs. Turner hadn't looked away from her son. Slowly, her face morphed into a soft, sad smile as she nodded. "I know you do, sweetheart..." she spoke quietly.

He looped his arms around her as he buried his ear into her chest. "Mom.." he said. "What about you, though?"

She ran her hands through his hair. "Hm?"

"I don't want you to be alone.."

Tracy took hold of her son's face, running a thumb delicately across his cheek as to wipe his steady tears away. She kissed his forehead for a long time and pulled away as she only smiled.

"You're my whole world, Timmy." Mrs. Turner said. "I promised since the day you were born that I would fight 'till the ends of the earth to keep you happy. And I know I haven't always well kept that promise. I really haven't. Timmy, I swear...if there was one thing I could do in my life over it would have been to be there for you more. But, I will always be your mother. Always. And the only way I can be happy is knowing that you are happy first and foremost. And if that means staying here with two fairies who I know love you just as much..." she nodded, "who am I to stop you?"

He breathed a tearful laugh as he wiped his tears. "I promise to come visit.."

Tracy faltered with a small sob, pulling her son in again.

"I love you, mom.." his voice wavered.

Mrs. Turner brushed away her tears as she whispered against his hair. "I love you, Timmy. So much." Reluctantly, she pulled away to look at him once more and kiss his soft, tearful face. Tracy's eyes looked over her son's head at the fairies that stood far along, looking almost too shocked to believe it themselves. Smiling, she looked back at her son.

"Go on."

Timmy grinned and let go of his mother's grip, bolting the other way.

Indeed, the floating beings could not believe their eyes as the boy gained on them. He ran towards them with an openly wide smile though they still stayed frozen in thinking that it was not actually happening. As Timmy got closer though, their gaped mouths slowly transitioned to smiles as Cosmo grabbed Wanda's wrist and his wife covered her mouth tearfully.

They realized it was real, and oh god, their hearts could not take it.

Cosmo and Wanda barely gave Timmy a chance to finish his trek to them, as they swept him right off his feet. Daring to never let him go again. With her chin rested on her godson's shoulder, Wanda opened her watery eyes to look at Mrs. Turner smiling sadly across the way at them. Wanda's lip quivered as she mouthed a simple 'thank you.'

"I love you, guys..." Timmy whispered. "I know I should say it more often..."

Cosmo shook his head frantically, tightening his hold on him. "You don't have to.."

Timmy sniffed. "So if it's okay then...I have a wish.."

Wanda stifled a happy laugh as she pulled away, wiping her undereye. "Sly move, Turner."

Their godson squeezed their hands tightly. "Except, it's not for me."

To be continued...

(Next chapter is the final!)