A/N YAY! A second chapter! Okay, all my fans

muse 1 laughs in the shadows Muse 1::: fans!?! Don't kid yourself!

glares at muse me::: you shut up.

Muse 2::: well...he's right.

glares at other muse me::: Don't even go there... back to audience (you guys happy now? muses nod) Any ways, I don't own FOP or this new place-that-I'm-not-going-to-name-but-it-should-be-easy-to-guess. Have fun, guys!

Wanda appeared in a field on the outskirts of the city. The warm sun shown down on her, warming every inch of her body, and a soft breeze gently caressed her. She looked bellow her and saw the emerald blades of grass, shimmering in the sun. Flowers of every shade and variety dotted the valley for as far as the eye could see. She yearned to lay in the grass and rest, then run as fast as she could, for as long as she could. She sighed. She knew she couldn't afford the luxury, as she was here for Timmy. She brushed thoughts of frolicking from her mind and headed toward the city. This would be difficult.

As she neared the city, she noticed she was coming in by the northern most of the twelve gates surrounding it. The glossy orange-ish red wall surrounding the city gave it a royal air and the gates were carved out of a single pearl. Above the walls she could see buildings of pure gold towering in the air. As she neared the gates swung open, easily and fluidly, to reveal sparkling city. The gates closed behind her with the same fluidity as they had opened and left her standing in the glass like streets.

As she floated down one of the many paths she noticed a familiar face above the crowd. He seemed to radiate a light brighter than any other around him, but with so many people, it was hard to tell. She watched as the shining figure floated down a walkway with its head bent in concentration. Probably buried in a book or scroll, she thought. At least, if it is him. She moved toward the figure trying to make sure she was right about the identity before calling out to it. As she passed the last group of people separating him from her line of sight she took in the full details of the being and was able to confirm her speculation. She smiled.

"Gabriel!" She yelled. The man turned toward her. She rushed at him and when he saw her nearing he smiled. He was the vision of loveliness. No one on any planet or dimension could outshine him, except his father. He had crystalline eyes that had no colour yet had every colour in them, and his hair was a light blonde that seemed to glow, as did his skin. There was a kindness about him, and everyone was happy to be near him. Wanda made a halting stop in front of him and beamed.

"Wanda!" He laughed. "Where've you been?"

"Oh, just working," she said happily. "New charge; he's a sweet kid. "Gabriel smiled at her as he called up a list.

"Who is he?" he asked as he poured over the sheet.

"Timmy Turner," she replied. "Year of A.D. 2000." She didn't even bother to stop him. Any one who knew him knew he loved lists almost as much as reading them. It didn't matter that he had all the knowledge of every living thing, and much that was unknown to any of them; he just liked to bury his face in paper.

Gabriel honed in a specific area of the paper and then nodded.

"Timmy Turner, age 11?" he verified. Wanda nodded.

"Good kid," Gabriel commented as the paper vanished. "Needs to work on some rusty spots, though. Has a propensity to lie."

"But with good intentions," Wanda defended. Gabriel nodded.

"But it doesn't change the fact that that's against the rules," he admonished. "Although he's good about not cussing, I'll admit. It's hard to find a kid like that, now days. He might need to cut back on the TV a little. Getting close to violating one through three with that contraption, you know."

"I've tried," Wanda protested. "He just won't leave it. He's obsessed with the thing."

"Well, other than that I see no danger," Gabriel said, moving on. "So what brings you here?"

"He's actually has been having some trouble," Wanda explained, "which is why I'm here. He's been having horrible dreams about losing everything, and I was wondering if I could find some help." Gabriel gave her a firm look and she felt herself break.

"Wanda..." he said testily. "You know you can't do that." She pouted.

"At least let me try," she begged. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"Fine," he sighed jokingly. "If you can get one to agree, you can try. Now, Father needs me for a while. Will I see you later?"

"Maybe," Wanda replied as her old time friend sped off. She smiled and headed for the one place she knew she would find help; The Glade.

As she flitted into the glade she noticed the darkness. It was always twilight here, and very peaceful, as with the rest of this place. Fireflies flickered about casting a lulling glow over the vicinity. There was a great willow tree in the middle of the glade where all the creatures which entered here migrated to. It was the epicenter of the dell, the haven for which the glade became so popular. As Wanda neared it she felt drowsiness settle on her. A soft tune thrummed through the air almost too faint to be heard. She forced herself to stay awake as she neared the tree and saw the person she had been looking for.

At the base of the tree was a girl. She was willowy, with hair of soft brown like downy feathers, but her face was hidden and her light was almost non existent. As she drew nearer, the melody became resilient, and the urge to sleep was overwhelming. Wanda pressed on sleepily, determined not to succumb to the power of the lullaby.

"Would you stop before I kill over?" she asked with a yawn. The music filling the air stopped abruptly as the girl turned to her. Any fancy of beauty that might have been harbored about the girl vanished as she looked up at Wanda. It took all she had not to cringe and flee. Her skin seemed to be rotting off of her bones, her eyes were a dull brown and they had a sickly yellow tint to them. Her lips were blue and cracking as she smiled up at the fairy before her. Some of the creatures sleeping in the glade awoke at the songs ending and left, others merely rolled over, but most stayed fast asleep under its power. Wanda tried not to stare at the poor girl.

"Wanda!" The girl exclaimed. "It's been forever! What is it now? 5,000 years?" Wanda tried not to panic as she realized just who she was looking at. This decaying corpse had once been one of her best friend's little sister.

"Seven," Wanda corrected. "Oh, Guinness, what happened to you?" The girl hid her face again, the tree drawing in around her as she summoned it.

"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I forgot. Most people never get this far in, and if they do, they're so entranced by the Song that they don't even see me." Wanda saw her closing herself in and moved forward into the foliage.

"Oh no," she apologized, "I didn't mean it like that, Guinny, I was just shocked. You were so healthy last we saw you." Wanda admonished herself inwardly as she said it. They hadn't seen each other in so long it wouldn't be surprising if the poor thing had died in the mean time. She had always been the frail one. Guinness smiled forgivingly at her.

"I understand," she assured. "But you must have come here for a reason," she said, changing the subject. "What do you need?" Wanda felt a wave of relief at the change of pace.

"My new godchild is having issues," she explained. "He's been having horrible dreams, and they're starting to get out of hand. He almost revealed me and Cosmo in a state of panic this evening. He didn't mean to," she hurried to explain, "He was still half asleep when his parents came in and he didn't know it was them and not us." Guinness scrunched up her face in concentration. Wanda remembered when she had been the cutest thing alive when she did that. Now she kept dropping rotten flesh when she did it. Repressing a shudder she tried to turn her mind back to the business at hand.

"Hmm," the girl said slowly. "Well, I don't know...Maybe you should ask Rorin. I've been sick for so long, I don't know anything," she explained.

"What's Rorin doing here?" Wanda asked, ignoring the comment about Guinny's health.

"Oh, he's on level 16 probation for forced entry into a guardian's mind. Poor Nana is taking care of all three of our Dreamers. I don't know how she does it."

"I guess that means she can't help, then," Wanda sighed.

"Oh no," Guinness said, shaking her head furiously. When no skin fell of she smiled at herself before continuing. "She should be able to with minimum rearranging. They're all..." Guinness stopped herself. "...uh..." she fished for a second before amending herself. "...in the same time zone."

Wanda knew that wasn't the whole truth, though at least part of it, as you couldn't lie here. But it wasn't allowed to give away information here, either. Each group was supposed to keep to their own, and even within the group information could be precious. Wanda looked in the direction Guinny had pointed and saw a hole in the side of the tree. She ducked inside to find Rorin sitting behind a desk looking rather bored. Rorin was Guinny's older brother by about 200 years. He was one of the only dreams to have the ability to completely manipulate a dream. He could selectively insert or delete any thing, or any body at will, and against theirs. All Dreams could erase dreams and put in new ones, but they weren't able to alter only parts of a dream to their liking, and especially not against the will of their Dreamer.

As Wanda flew up to the desk Rorin sighed.

"Who, where, and what do you want?" he asked with a bored tone. He didn't even look at her, just studied his nails like she was beneath him.

"Well," she stated coarsely, "I need to see Nana, where ever she is, and I would like at least a hello from you would be nice, mister I-can't-even-say-hello-to-an-old-friend!" Rorin snapped his head around to look at her, breaking into a huge smile simultaneously.

"Wanda?" he asked.

"In the spirit!" she confirmed.

"Where the Seven Wonders have you been?" he exclaimed. "Hey, where's Cos'? Don't tell me you two split. I have to hurt you if you broke his heart." The last he said overly threateningly and Wanda knew he meant it. Him and Cosmo had been good friends their whole life, as had she and him. There had been six of them that had hung out together constantly.

"No, Cosmo's at home watching our godchild," she assured him. "He's having some dreams that I think need looking into, and I know Nana knows every one and every thing. She's such a gossip machine!" Rorin smiled.

"I don't know anymore," he argued. "She's been pulling three Dreamers down there, and she never comes up except to see if Guinny is recovering. But she never stays very long."

"What's she doing down there?" Wanda asked, hoping to get some information. Rorin smiled slyly at her.

"You know I can't ell you that, Wanda," he replied. "But she might. One fairy going to New Mexico, A.D. 1998." As Wanda disappeared, she smirked. Rorin never let her down.

Okay, I know none of this makes sense. You probably want to know what a Dreamer is and what the heck is going on with this. Don't worry, give me two, maybe three more chapters and I'll outright tell you. Two chapters and I'll start to show you. Just so you know (because I hate stories that bounce unexpectedly) next chapter will be back with Timmy and Cosmo. Well, Cosmo. Any ways, R&R!!!!