'A Visage of Hope' is book 2 in the Visage Series. A direct sequel to 'A Visage of Revenge'
Prologue
For one of the biggest events in Dimmesdale history. One in which people for months had been talking about it. The train station was rather barren with the exemption of two people. The boy in the pink hat secured the three notebooks in his hand and looked up towards the woman. She was clearly older with silky blue eyes, rugged wrinkled skin. Wearing a blue bellhop uniform, and handed him a small plastic card. "Here since you're the only one here. You can be the first to make history," she ruffled his brown hair lightly. "In this universe, a near-infinite amount of space exists, which has quadrillions of beings, trillions of galaxies, billions of worlds. And out of all these possibilities, this moment is one of kind. It will never happen again. Enjoy your ride Timmy...the name's Melody." With that, she walked away leaving the boy confused.
"Okay?" Timmy said awkwardly. He held the plastic card in his hand after securing the notebooks in his hand. Walking over to the train door's he held out his hand. The door slid open and he walked inside which was a cool draft inside. With rows of neatly cleaned and built seating. "So what do I do now?" Timmy asked as the three notebooks turned into fairies.
"Poof!" A smile crossed his face as his brother appeared who flew across the empty train car. The fairy toddler flew around the train and Timmy moved over towards a seat, and Poof floated down. "Poof?"
"Well, I don't know. I just thought it'll be cool to experience. I've never been on a train before," Timmy admitted. On the other side of him, we're his godmother and godfather. Both of them were mostly silent and the two of them mess around, "Besides this should be cool." Poof could only giggle and with that, they spent the whole hour chatting and messing with one another. Which left Wanda with a smile across her face. Timmy nuzzled Poof in his arms. Cosmo drifted off to sleep from the soothing rhythm of the train. "Hey Wanda where the heck is everybody? For weeks everyone in town was talking about it….and now nobody."
"Well," Wanda said. "There's a lot of reasons for this sport. Some people just got busy, some just got busy others forgot. Don't worry overtime the light rail will gain momentum and riders."
"Ah," Timmy yawned. Wanda raised an eyebrow and from her side, she grabbed her wand. With a single wave of it, she made sure that no one would disturb her family. She could easily poof them home, but would rather not. Timmy closed his eyes as Poof nuzzled into his chest. It was rare for him to ever take naps, but it was always adorable. He murmured something under his breath and Wanda looked at her husband. Only glancing back to them.
"Oh no," she said. Just noting a slight hover of Timmy before he landed back into the seat. In one way she was excited, but in another, there was a bitter worry. Him weaning wasn't something she was looking forward to, but she couldn't control it. All she had to deal with was a certain deranged math teacher. She wasn't sure what was going on and slowly drifted to sleep.
In another part of Dimmesdale deep underground a house. A man wearing a white shirt with a black tie. Was going over a rather thick leather binding, 'My Despair' by Alice Doombringer . A collection of information she collected all over the internet scraping together a great book. One in which would assure his revenge flipping over the page of wild magic. He turned his head to two huge vats that were overflowing with fairy magic. Slowly pouring it, "Soon," he said. "I'll have all the magic I need to finally make a wish!" He spazzed, standing up he brushed off his clothes. "And with that, I finally prove the existence of Fairies! And prove once and for all-"
"Denzel!" An older woman's voice caused the man to wince.
"What is her mother!" He shouted back.
"You're not planning some evil plot, are you? Would you help mommy try on this dress?" He crushed under his breath. How he hated the wretched woman with every fiber in his being.
"Coming mother," with that he turned away from his work. Which was nearing completion. It left him with a giddy feeling knowing that soon a certain boy in a pink hat's deadly secret would be revealed.