Disclaimer: -Dressed as a Kender- Steal? Me? Oh no… 'borrowed' sounds way better.

AN: I have half a mind to change this to PG. It's not that bad so far. I guess I'm just doing it for safety reasons.

Souma Kagura- Yes, it is a bit short, but it was only the prologue. I was actually afraid it might've been too long. lol. Thanks though! I do plan to continue writing. 8D

Petalwing- I admit, it did sound like a joke at first, but I'm taking it quite seriously. In a funny way, of course. ; There's no chance I'm going to take it 'all the way' with them though. It's more along the lines of humorous, dramatic-ish is what I'm after. However, marriage is a possibility, but not the way your thinking (hopefully). I have something planned for that.. ;) Thanks for the input! Gully dwarves rock! xD

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Chapter One "Hickorysnicks"

Raistlin sat behind his desk, reading a history book dating back before the Cataclysm. A few days had passed since he had that horrifying dream. To be truthful, he had forgotten it already. Raistlin was a very busy man… trying to become a god and all. His plans were sort of in its early stages and was coming along nicely.

"…and then I'll go back in time to kill him," he concluded, shutting his book then jotting down some key notes on a piece of parchment. That was enough for today. Tomorrow he would start plotting STEP SIX. Raistlin sipped his herbal tea after checking that it hadn't been tampered with. Which was silly, since he hadn't seen Dalamar for the past few days due to the somewhat unfortunate event that involved a glass of wine mixed with… some… special… uh. Herbs.

Either that, or he was with the Head Mages. That little bastard elf spy. Raistlin's lips twisted. The mage got up from his seat and started to whisper the words of a spell that would take him to his lab. He still hadn't found a way to create life yet. It really sucked, pleaseexcusemymorderndayslang. The only thing he could manage was little bubbly slugs. One was named Jake. Jake was the fat greenish one.

Raistlin abruptly cut off his spell when he heard a desperate knock on the door. He hastily sat back down and made it looked like he was reading intently. "Enter." He said with an impatient tone.

Dalamar burst in, nearly tripping over a black robes. The elf looked flustered and angry. He was also clutching his stomach in pain. Taking a deep breath, words spilled from his mouth.

"At the age of ten I had an imaginary friend named Hickorysnicks. My mother beats me with a sock whenever I did something bad. I have an unknown brother I've never said anything about because he was prettier than me. I was the one who broke your magic wand. Three weeks ago I snuck out for a mug of ale. I used to have a big crush on Alhana Starbreeze. And I was the one who put laxatives in your drink."

"There, there…" Raistlin said gently, "that wasn't so bad."

Feeling the effects of the spell wear off, Dalamar flushed. He glared at Raistlin with such coldness, he would've buried the earth seven miles deep with ice. "That was dirty."

"All I did was slip some of my truth potion in your drink that made your tummy hurt until you told me a few secretes." Raistlin said, going back to his book, "I'm surprised you lasted five days."

"I'm flattered, Shalafi, but it took me three to climb up here."

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"What you doing?"

"Waiting."

"Oh." The gully dwarf named Hegg stood for a moment, perplexed. "What you wait for?"

Bupu stared fixedly at the sky. "Someone," she replied minutes after, but it was too late. Hegg was gone. He had seen a piece of brown thing fluttering in the breeze and had rudely left to go chase after it. It turned out that the brown thing was a piece of leather left over from somebody's old boot. Obviously that person had ate the rest of it. Hegg crammed it into his mouth and trotted happily away.

Bupu waited.

She had waited for a long time. Apparently the gully dwarf was getting sick of it. Two weeks straight and he still didn't come. (It was actually six days, by our way of counting.) Bupu frowned. It was obvious that Raistlin must be somewhere else. It she didn't take her long to figure that he wasn't coming. She would just have to come to him. It all about logic, really.

She opened her bag and eyed her inventory critically. Yup. That was all she needed. Bupu stood up, brushing off the dust one would acquire from six days (I mean, two weeks) of sitting in one spot. Ignoring the shocked looks of the nearby gully dwarves (they thought she was dead), she headed in the direction of her beloved.

Which was actually the long way around if you believed that the world was a sphere.

That was when the W.U.S.S. Fairy saw The Problem.

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The W.U.S.S. Fairy was a pretty little thing with a big knack for screwing things up. He doesn't mean to, just like how kenders can't help but steal things. It was his nature. And yes, The W.U.S.S. Fairy was of the male gender. By all means, he didn't wear a puffy dress with sparkly stars all over. It was casual Friday today. He wore a pair of black slacks and a green turtleneck sweater. Oh yeeaah… it was the essence of MANLINESS. The only thing that ruined the whole attire was his lovely, delicate butterfly wings. Those weren't an option. They were certainly beautiful and all the girl fairies were jealous. Such a pretty rosy pink color too… and the purple accents just made it absolutely perfect. Oh, and since you were probably wondering, W.U.S.S. stood for Wish Upon a Shooting Star.

Red alert, red alert…

"Ohhhh baby, baby! Hoooow was I sah-pose tah know…?"

Red alert, red alert…

"Thaaaat somethang wasn't right, hereeeee.. Oh prit-tee bab-ahh.. Huh? Crap. Oh. Wut."

The Fairy swiped the headphones off his ears and glanced up at his compootah screen. After reading what it said (five times, just to be sure), he stood up from his wheelie chair, spilling cracker flakes everywhere. It was cute in the way he made little meeping sounds… like little baby chickens that were feeble and dying.

The Fairy wrung his hands and bit his lip as the big screen flashed a dangerous blue color. "Oh gods, oh gods…" he muttered, waving his wand idly (which was also pink and purple as protocol demanded). The screen quit blinking and words started to appear.

Wishing error Code 64 See manual under Impossible.

Sighing with relief, The Fairy magicked up a book with his wand. The book was thick and heavy. He also pulled out a manila folder. The folder was labeled 'Bupu'.

"On the night of Shooting Star #836893386 one hundred and twenty-four participants had wished at the precise moment and was granted access to have their wish considered. All wishes went unfiltered (see code 89). One was selected to be automatically granted. Bupu, of the gully dwarf race, female…" The Fairy impatiently skipped down, "… wished that she wanted 'the pretty man'. AI has automatically assumed Black Robed Mage, Raistlin Magere…"

The Fairy frowned and placed the report back into the folder. "Talk about Impossible…" he said in disbelief, "That Bupu is asking for more than a freakin' miracle." He laughed bitterly, "This is way over my caliber." Thumbing through the manual, he located Impossible. His eyes widened briefly as he read the tiny text.

"Well, rules are rules," The W.U.S.S Fairy said with a sigh, "I'm gonna need some help with this one…"

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End Chapter One.

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