Hello it's SAYkokoro! Soooooo this episodes didn't take me nearly a whole freaking year to post! I'm sorry I was on such a long hiatus. I think was dealing with family stuff blah, blah, blah and was struggling to continue with it.But, I didn't forget about it. I pained me that I kept holding it off and I hope to god that this episode was worth the wait and I hope you all enjoy and please check out my updated Fairytale Pretty Cure Wikia.

*Please excuse any grammar error.

OP: Your StoryFairytale Pretty Cure! – written by SAYkokoro

ED: DREAM! DREAM! DREAM! ~Waking Up Your Future~

Episode 15: |The Pretty Cure of Magic! Cure Enchant Reveals Herself!|

Imari is fast asleep. Half on her bed and half sprawled out on her bedroom floor. Her legs are tangled up in her pink polka dot pattern bed streets. The rest of her is slumped on the floor, cushioned by her pink carpeting and a Totoro plushy. She blissful slumbers, snoring away with drool dangling from her bottom lip. This last long as her Hello Kitty alarm clock rings out.

Imari opens her eyes covered in sleepy-dust and lets out a drowsy yawn. "Mmmm…Your Hiiiiiighness could you shut off the alarm?" The fairy prince doesn't reply. Imari groan, "Ffffiiiinnnneeee. I'll get it, you lazy…you…lazy…whatever. I'm too sleepy for name calling right now."

Like a zombie with both its legs chopped off, Imari moans out of her blankets and inches herself over to her bedroom counter. She clicks off her alarm clock and yawns once more. "Anyways, Your Highness, I just had thee weirdest dream. I was having a picnic with human-sized hamsters! It was so bizarre. And then, we got attacked by a dragon! We ended up turning into ninja hamsters and fought it off!"

Imari hoists herself up and sleepily stretches. She looks over to her dollhouse where Bukku sleeps. "Hey, are you evening listening…?" His doll-sized bed is empty.

Her eyes darken. "Oh yeah, I remember now, you went to go stay with Tomoka. Right, you thought Tomoka's mansion would make you feel more at home." Imari smiles to herself. "Well, I'm sure he is having a great time there! If I had a house like that I'd feeling like a princess!"

Imari grabs her hairbrush and attempts to tame her bed head. She combs it till it's straight before sticking her pink and yellow crisscross hairclip in. She gets changed out of her panda pajamas and into her white-and-green sailor fuku. She had to retie her pink neckerchief three times over until it was perfect. When she finally got it right, she gives herself an onceover before heading out of her room.

As she goes, Imari lets out a short sigh. "I guess this means I'm making one lunch from now on."

When the white limousine parks itself in front of Minwa Academy, all the students know that their queen has arrived. The chauffeur gets out of the limo and reaches for the back door to let out his mistress. All eyes are on the pair of legs in black tights stepping out of the limousine. Tomoka grabs the side of the door and pulls herself out of the limo, her thick ringlets of indigo-coloured hair gracefully flowing with her movement.

"Omigosh! Tomoka-senpai is so gorgeous!" admires one of the girl students. "She's only a year older than us, but could easily be a supermodel!"

"I know!" coos her friend. "I wish I had pale-soft skin like her! I've got to ask her what kind of moisturizer she uses!"

The girl chuckles, "If she doesn't kill you with her icy glare first; please let me know."

Her friend frowns at this. "Is she really as cold as everyone says?"

The girl student shakes her head, "Worse."

Meanwhile, Tomoka nods a thank you to her chauffeur and he pulls away from the curb and drives off. But, as she starts to walk towards the school, both girls stare at her completely puzzled as her elegant strut changes to a stiff robot march. Halfway to the building, Tomoka spots the two girl students staring. She freezes in middle-step. Her face turns red and her eyes start swirling like screwballs, "EEP!"

Tomoka makes a break for the nearest cherry blossom tree, hiding behind it in shame. However, she quickly realizes how thin the truck of the tree is, making her still very visible to the girls who are still watching her intently. Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as she runs off scatterbrained, "So embarrassing! So embarrassing! SO EMBARRASING!"

She finally manages to get out of sight by ducking into the flower beds. The two girls exchange a bewildered look as question marks floating around their heads, "Eh?"

Her friend huffs as she crosses her arms over her chest. "That's Tomoka Fukumoto for ya."

"What do you mean?" asks the girl.

"She thinks she's too perfect to been seen by us, much less be friend with girls like us. As far as she's concerned, if you're not at least a billionaire or descendant from royalty, like Masato-senpai, you don't exist."

"That's so cruel," pouts the girl student. "No wonder Masato-senpai is her only friend."

Tomoka pokes her head out from a bush of camellia flowers to see the girls walking off to join their group of friends. She lets a long sigh as she slouches down onto the grass with her book bag slides off her shoulder and slumps to the ground with her.

The fairy prince decides this is the best time to pop his head out. "What. The. Heck. Was. That~buku?"

"I'm sorry. I panicked!" Tomoka winces burying her face into her knees. "I mean, Imari is considered adorable for carrying around a stuffed animal. But, if students saw me with one, they'd just think I'm some kind of weirdo."

"I'm pretty sure you just established that~buku."

Tomoka moans and hangs her head back. "Come on, Fairy-san. You're a magical fairy from another world! Don't you have special powers that can, I don't know, make you turn invisible, wipe people's memories, or something?"

"Wish I could, but I can't~buku," huffs Bukku bitterly. "Enough said~buku."

"I was just checking," says Tomoka. "I mean, everybody has secrets that nobody knows but themselves. Imari and I should be considered masters at keeping secrets since, you know, we're hiding the fact that we are magical girls that transform and fight monsters that want to take over our world and all."

Bukku snickers, "You; maybe. But, Suzukawa-san sucks at keeping secrets~buku! She is a horrible liar~buku!"

"Duly noted," smiles Tomoka.

Bukku looks off and rolls his eyes, "Jeez~buku. Don't look now, but here comes Jerk Face."

Tomoka glances up to see Masato splitting off from the Student Council. He was heading over to meet her. "Be nice, Fairy-san," warns Tomoka. "Promise me you won't jump out of my bag and rip his face off."

"I promise nothing~buku!" grunts Bukku as he glares down Masato. "I mean, seriously~buku. Why the heck are you even friends with this blockhead~buku?"

She sighs. "It's…complicated."

"Complicated~buku?" echoes Bukku curiously.

Tomoka bobs her head. "Ever since I can remember, Kashima was the only one that understood me. And I was the only one who understood him. Whenever I needed a friend, or a shoulder to cry on, he was always there for me. He helped me through a lot of hard times." Her tone became more soft and fragile as she spoke, but Bukku saw the light in her eyes. "No one asked him to. He wasn't obligated to. But, I'm grateful that he did."

Bukku frowns at this. "That doesn't mean you owe him anything, you know~buku. And that doesn't excuse him for being a jerk~buku!"

"Then you don't understand him either," snaps Tomoka her voice suddenly turning cold.

Bukku opens his mouth to protest, but closes it when he notices Masato was getting closer. The fairy prince sinks down into the book bag before he can be seen.

Tomoka becomes aware that she was still crutching behind the camellia brush and a wave of embarrassment washes over her. Masato towers over her. "Uh…hey, Kashima," she grins sheepishly.

"Good morning, Tomoka," smirks Masato as he adjusts his glasses. "Tomoka, what on earth are you doing?"

"Um…I was…uh…" Tomoka fidgets with her words. "I...uh…lost my glasses!"

Masato leans down and flicks his friend in the nose. "You're wearing them, genius."

Tomoka blushes and nervously scratches the back of her head. Okay. Maybe I'm not a good liar. "Um…no…what I meant was I did lose my glasses," she says letting out an awkward laugh, "But I found them!"

Masato raises an eyebrow, "Then, what are you still doing on the ground?"

A sweat drop appears on the side of Tomoka's head. Masato sighs. "Fine, don't tell me," he mutters reaching his hand out to her. "But, at least get up. You're going to ruin your uniform."

Feeling completely discouraged, Tomoka loses her smile and takes her friend's hand. She didn't kno why, but she can't help but notice how surprisingly soft his hand was. He hoists her onto her feet with the greatest of ease; as if she was as a light as a feather.

Masato lets go of her hand and looks around at the back of her school uniform. He shakes his head, "See, you got dirt all over your skirt." Something pops into his head and he chuckles to himself. "Heh, I guess I'm going to name you Dirt Butt from now on."

Tomoka's face turns bright red and starts frantically scraping off all the leaves and petals from the back of her pleated skirt. "No, no, no! I don't want to be called Dirt Butt! It's not even a clever nickname!"

"I swear, Tomoka, you make it too easy," teases Masato watching Tomoka get flustered. "You're not evening getting it all. Here, I'll get if for you."

Masato spins Tomoka around. "Just hold still alright." He starts picking the small leaves and petals from her skirt. Tomoka holds her arms straight at her sides. Her whole body is tense. She squeezes her fists tightly; turning her knuckles bright white and trying desperately to hide her beet-red blush.

"Dang it," curses Masato. "What is with all the dirt? Seriously, Tomoka, did you cannonball into the flower garden?" He grabs hold of his sleeve and pulls it up over his hand. Masato kneels down and grabs onto Tomoka's leg for support. "This should get it off." With his sleeve, Masato fiercely starts wiping Tomoka's pleated skirt.

From head-to-toe, Tomoka turns tomato red, "Eeeeeppp!" She leaps away, cupping the back of her skirt. He indirectly touched my butt! He indirectly touched my butt! He indirectly touched my butt!

Tomoka turns around distressed and points at him furiously, "L-Learn your boundaries, Kashima!"

Masato blinks completely perplexed. "What?"

"That's right, Kashima-kun."

An arm locks around Tomoka's her waist and she rapidly looks beside her, "N-Nīmi-senpai?"

Tsubaki Nīmi releases her and puts both hands on Tomoka's hips. "Tomoka-chan's booty is mine!"

"What," says Masato flatly.

"Would everyone please stop touching my booty—I mean—my butt!" peeps Tomoka as she squirms out of Tsubaki's grasp.

"Lighten up, Tomoka-chan," laughs Tsubaki swinging her book bag over her shoulder. "It's just joke."

"Well, I don't think it's funny," Tomoka accidently snaps at her.

That this remark, Masato gets up and stands beside Tomoka; purposely positioning himself in front of her. "Honestly, Nīmi-san, do you have anything better to do than being a nuisance?"

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt moi," beams Tsubaki ambushing Masato with a huge hug. "And don't you worry your pretty little head, Masato-kun. I've already forgiven and forgotten about our little argument."

"Goody for you, Nīmi-san," grunts Masato sarcastically, breaking free of the hug and trying to fix his necktie, "Seriously, you deserve a gold star."

Tsubaki sighs. "Come on, Masato-kun. I'm trying to meet you halfway here. The least you can do flatten your overblown ego a bit."

Masato's face hardens and his grey-coloured eyes turn to ice. "You don't know any—"

"Nīmi-senpai," Tomoka steps in. "Quit picking these pointless fights with Kashima! You're setting a bad example for the underclassmen." Tomoka's throat tightens up when she sees Tsubaki frown. She squeezes her fits until she feels her nails digging into her palms. I always do this.

"Oh, come on, Tomoka-chan," murmurs Tsubaki. "Don't be like that."

Tomoka tries to bite her tongue, but the words spill out anyways, "I'm not being like anything!" glares Tomoka. She immediately regrets it when Tsubaki's eyes soften; hurt by her snippy words.

Tomoka pulls at her skirt. I always do this. Every time someone tries to talk, tries to reach out to me; I crawl back into my shell. I become her. That cold, intimidating girl that Imari first met. Everything I do, or say; it always ends up coming off more harsh and cruel than I really mean. It's so frustrating! Why can't I just be me! The one that Kashima and Imari know! Why do I turn into a cold witch!

But, to Tomoka's surprise, the hurt in Tsubaki's eyes vanish and she breaks out into a bright smile, "Right! You're just being my ultra cute lowerclassmen! I swear you get so serious I forget you're a year younger than me!" She winks teasingly. "That must have been Mr. Prissypant's doing, right?"

Masato rolls his eyes, but Tomoka tries to hold back from laughing. "What do you want, Nīmi-san?"

"I'm sooooo glad you asked, Masato-kun," beams Tsubaki as she slings off her book bag. She opens it up and starts digging around inside. "The photocopier is still in the Student Council room, right?"

"Uh, yeah," says Masato folding his arms.

"Perfect!" smiles Tsubaki as she pulls out a rolled up poster from her bag. "We just got two new members in the PreCure Fan Club yesterday! But, to really get our club out there, we want to copy this poster and put them all over the school."

Tsubaki unrolls the poster and shows it to Tomoka and Masato. It's a brightly-coloured drawing of Cure Fable, Cure Mythical, and the Green PreCure. It's a simple drawing, but Tomoka's eyes darted all over the poster to catch every detail. She and the green warrior are poised off to the sides with shimmering smiles. They're hair is flowing down and their clothing is beautiful and vivid. Both of them are aiming up at Cure Fable who has her arms spread out wide to the title at the top of the page. Join the PreCure Fan Club and cheer for…Fairytale Pretty Cure!

"We were just wondering if we could use the printer," continues Tsubaki to Masato.

Masato simply shrugs. "I don't see why not."

"Yay!" Tsubaki grins ecstatically. "Thanks, Masato-kun!"

Tomoka step forward and moves her finger across the title done drawn in all the colours of the rainbow, "Fairytale…Pretty Cure?"

"Oh, do you not like the name?" Tsubaki pouts. "I thought it was a really cool name for them! It works with their…theme? I mean if they even have one…"

"No, no, no!" exclaims Tomoka. "I like the name. I…I really like it." She pokes at the doodle of Cure Mythical and smiles gently to herself. "I think it suits them."

Tsubaki's eyes sparkle, "Ooo! Is Cure Mythical your favourite? I can see why. She is sooo pretty and she seems really smart! She's everyone's favourite PreCure right now." Tomoka tries to hide her blushing face. "But, me personally," whispers Tsubaki, "Cure Fable is my favourite."

Tomoka couldn't help but crack a smile just imagining Imari's cheerful expression hearing that, followed by her saying; 'Supreme smile power!' like she always does.

"Heeeeey, Masato-kun," says Tsubaki popping out her head right in front of him. "Who's your favourite Pretty Cure? Hmmm?"

Masato jerks away. "Don't be a moron, Nīmi-san. I'm not so sort of PreCure otaku."

"Right, right, right," Tsubaki smirks cheekily, "Hhhooowww silly of me..." Tsubaki takes a huge breath and blares out at the top of her lungs; "…OBVIOUSLY, MASATO-KUN HAS A SUPER-MEGA-ULTRA CRUSH ON CURE FABL—mmghm!"

He leaps out at her and puts his hand over Tsubaki's mouth. "That's not it at all, Nīmi-san! So shut—ah!" He tears his hand off her mouth. "Did you just lick my hand?"

"I did what I had to do to," jokes Tsubaki, "to release my loudmouth from your hand prison of ultimate death!"

Tomoka uses every ounce of strength to hold back from laughing uncontrollably. Omigosh! Oh, poor Kashima. If only you knew! Nevertheless, a small giggle escapes her lips, but it was enough to make Masato's face reddens.

Tsubaki swings her arm over his shoulder. "Come now, dear Masato-kun. Having a thing for a pink magical girl who protects us from destructive monsters is nothing to be ashamed of!"

"I don't have a 'thing' for anyone!" snaps Masato whack away her arm.

"Oh, how romantic!" coos Tsubaki completely ignoring him. "Maybe Cure Fable is the girl of Masato-kun's dream that will finally thaw his tsundere heart."

"I said shut up, Nīmi-san!" shouts Masato crossly.

"Tsundere, tsundere, tsun-de-re~," Tsubaki teases flicking playfully at her friends cowlick.

Masato waves Tsubaki's hand away. "Very cute," he said rolling his eyes for the third time today.

Just then, Tomoka spots Imari arriving to school. She had walked here all the way here, like she does every day, those Tomoka couldn't begin to imagine having to walk to and from school—especially living as far away as she does. But, it is Imari after all, Tomoka thinks to herself. If anyone knows how to keep themselves entertained; it's her.

It didn't seem like Imari saw her as she starts walking to the front of the main doors. Maybe…maybe I should go say hi to Imari, wonders Tomoka suddenly getting nervous. I mean…she would probably want to see Fairy-san. Of course. Tomoka swallows hard and takes a step towards her.

"Tomo—Fukumoto, what are you doing?" Tomoka flinches when Masato grabs hold of her arm. "Spacing out or something?"

"U-um," stammers Tomoka looking back and forward from Masato to Imari. "I was just—"

"We have to meet up with the Student Council now," reminds Masato. "We got to set up for the Morning Assembly."

"B-but, I…" stumbles Tomoka as she glances back at Imari. She waves to one of her classmates Tomoka recognizes as Yū Shiraishi. Imari quickly runs over to her best friend with a big smile on her face. It's too late now. Tomoka missed her chance.

"Come on, Fukumoto," says Masato trying to get her full attention by clutching onto her hand. "We have to go." Tomoka nods silently and he looks to Tsubaki. "We'll see you shortly, Nīmi-san."

"Bye-bye, President Smitten," grins Tsubaki with a mischievous wink.

Imari's walk to school was slower than normal; far more boring without Bukku to chat with—even if all he does is complain and call her an idiot the whole way. But, Bukku never made anything boring. That was the thing she was missing the most now that he stays with Tomoka. The minute he fell from the sky and used her face as a landing pad he had made her life anything but boring. I mean, let's be honest; if someone asked you if you wanted to be friend with a fairy prince from another world…would you really say "no" to that?

As Imari continues her route to school, her mind drafts back to their day at Daydream Gardens; the day that she and Tomoka encountered the Third PreCure. She bursts into a smile just thinking about it; how the Green PreCure became out of nowhere and defeated the Endingu without a single scratch or wrinkle in her outfit.

Imari was blow away when she first discovered that she would have a teammate in Tomoka, but now, knowing that they would have another friend to fight alongside them, made Imari feel like the happiest girl in Japan!

She shimmers, "Cool, mysterious, and super gorgeous! What more could anyone ask for in a new teammate?"

When Imari finally gets to Minwa Academy, she instantly notices Tomoka talking with Masato and Tsubaki. She barely makes out Bukku sticking his head out of her book bag. He looks quite amused. Tomoka and Masato split off from Tsubaki and walk together to join the Student Council; probably to prep for the Morning Assembly.

Imari bites her bottom lip as she stands in front of the school building with students huddling in their groups or walking past to head inside. "I wonder if I'll be able to talk to Bukku today," Imari says to herself, but this just causes her to frown. "I bet if I even try to get close to Bukku with Tomoka, Kashima-senpai would probably step in like he did before." She lets out a short sigh as a girl student passes by her. "Then, I guess it's just another busy day of club hunting for this girl—!"

"—Good morning, Cure Fable." Imari's ears prick up and she turns to the girl student strolling past her. In that moment, it felt like everyone around them disappears in a flash of white light. From students laughing to cherry blossoms fall to the ground; everything slows down as Imari's eyes stare down the schoolmate walking past her and follows her as the girl heads to the main doors of the school. The only thing Imari was able to picks out was her light green hair.

Light green hair…"Uh…w-wait!" gasps Imari trying to catch up with the girl.

"Imari-chan!" Her focus wavers when she sees her best friend, Yū, calling out to her. "Over here, Imari-chan!"

When Imari looks back to the girl student, she is disappointed to find that she had disappeared inside the school. "Shoot," huffs Imari to herself. At a lost, she sighs and races over to her friend. "Good morning, Yū-chan," Imari manages to smile. "What's up?"

Yū had a wide grin on her face and couldn't keep herself from bouncing in her place excitedly. "I think I found you a club!" she blurts out ecstatically.

Imari's heart lifts. "Really?" she blinks in pure surprise.

Yū nods her head. "One of my friends is in the Dance Club and was able to convince the Dance Captain to let you tryout!"

"That is amazing!" beams Imari giving her friend a big hug. "Thank you, Yū-chan! Thank you, thank you!"

Yū giggles. "No problem, Imari-chan. I know how much this means to you."

"This is perfect, Yū-chan!" shimmers Imari eagerly. "I lovemusic, I love moving around, and I love flailing my arms like a maniac! That's basically dancing right there!"

Yū grins at her excited friend. "The Dance Club meets in Dance Studio 1 in the Western Hallway. They should be there at lunch today," she instructs, "Can't miss it."

"I can't wait!" coos Imari jumping up and down elatedly. "I'm going to show them all of best moves! I'm going to do a triple back flip!"

Yū tips her head to the side. "Do you even know how to do a triple back flip?"

"Not at all!" Both girls burst out laughing.

It's finally lunchtime. Bukku is munching blissfully on his lunch as Tomoka sits down at her table in the cafeteria with her fellow Student Council members. She opens up her bento box and starts mowing it down with chopsticks in hand. Salmon, pickles apricots, and rice with scrambled eggs; simple, but delicious.

Masato, sitting across from her, would beg to disagree. Tomoka holds back from laughing when he looks over at her lunch and scrunches up his face in disgust. "Seriously, Tomo—Fukumoto, that's what you're eating? Seems pretty pedestrian. A girl like you deserves the best of the best."

"This is one of my favourites!" Tomoka grins stuffing the scrambled eggs into her mouth. "And, you know what, Kashima? Just because we're all rich here, it doesn't mean we always have to eat froufrou food. Sometimes the humblest of foods is the best."

"Wise words as usual, Vice Prez," coos one of the girls of the student council. "I'm surprised you don't eat straight up birdseed."

"What the heck are you talking about?" spouts one of the guys leaning back in his chair.

"You know. Birdseed! Cause she's as wise as an owl!"

The boy snickers amused. "Owls don't eat birdseed, doofus. They eat small animals like mice, squirrels, and rabbits"—he wiggles his fingers in her face—"and creepy-crawly spiders and ooey-gooey worms!"

"Eew! Gross!" she squirms batting his hands away. "Stop it!"

"Would you quit it!" snaps Tomoka. "Some of us are trying to eat here!"

He smiles gingerly, "Hah, sorry about that, Fukumoto-senpai."

"Ha! In your face," the girl member ridicules sticking her tongue out at the boy. "You just got served by the ice queen!"

There I go again, Tomoka sighs to herself, can't even be myself with the Student Council!

Masato smashes his chopsticks piercingly on the table and glares down the girl. "I sincerely hope you're not disrespecting your senpai with such a distasteful name."

"Masato's Terror Mode!" gasps the Student Council.

He quickly claims up both first-year student council members and Masato goes back to eating. Schoolmates may be intimidated by Tomoka, but everyone is completely terrified of Masato's legendary "terror mode". But, you already know all about that. You've seen it before. Back when he lashed out at Imari. No more to be said there.

"There goes the King protecting his Queen," teases one of the senior members leaning her head in her hand, "So cute."

"What?!" exclaims Tomoka and Masato nearly choking on their lunches.

"D-Do you mind repeating that, senpai?" stammers Tomoka with a flushed face.

Masato snorts as he readjusts his glasses. "Ignore her, Fukumoto. She doesn't know what she's talking about."

The senior student grins. "Oh, come on, Masato-san. As long as I've known you, you two have been closer than two pine needles on the same twig."

"Yes, two platonic pine needles," Masato points out.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she fussy unimpressed with his response and turns to Tomoka. "What about you, Tomoka-san? Don't you think Masato-san is a little bit cute?"

"I...um…o-of course not—" falters Tomoka nervously pulling at her skirt. She finds herself trailing off as she glances over at Masato. "W-We're just friends." No one…no one has ever asked me that question before. Do I think Kashima is cute?

"FUKUMOTO-SENPAI!"

Tomoka nearly jumps out of her skin, "S-Shiraishi?" She quickly notices something is wrong. Yū's eyes are full with worry. "Shiraishi, what's wrong?"

"It's Imari-chan! She's in trouble!"

Three second-year girls corner Imari in the patio by the cherry blossom trees. One of them is known as Sara Hīragi. She is tall with an elegant figure and a pale complexion, light blonde hair tied up in a tight high bun, aquamarine eyes, and a distinctive beauty mark on the left side of her chin. The other is Fu Wakamiya. Almost a complete contrast to Sara with her fair-skin, light brown eyes, toothy smile, and long maroon hair braided down her back. But, there leader is someone Imari is all too familiar with. The Girls' Tennis Team Captain extraordinaire: Rio Aramaki. With her lightly tanned skin, long burnt-orange hair in pigtails and fiery red eyes, Rio could have been considered "cute" if it weren't for her unique S-shaped eyebrows. No matter what they always make her look angry. Imari also couldn't help but notice that Rio's nose still had a ting of purple to it from when she accidently broke her nose. Just seeing it made Imari feel really bad about it all over again.

Rio stood in the center between Sara and Fu like a Queen Bee with her arms crosses over her chest. But, without warning, Rio lashes out and shoves Imari into one of the trees behind her.

"You just don't learn do you, Club Flunk?" snarls Rio. "Now many times must I warn you? Quit making a fool of yourself. You're just embarrassing yourself and everyone around you."

Imari presses her back against the cherry blossom tree and lifts up her head to met Rio who gives her a disgusted expression. "Just look at you. Tch. How pathetic."

"I…I am sorry…" apologizes Imari.

Rio smirks and puts both hands on her hip, "Yeah. That's right. You should be you—"

"—I'm sorry I broke your nose, Aramaki-senpai," murmurs Imari bowing her head. Rio jolts back flabbergast. "It…it was an accidently. The racket slips from my grasp and—"

"SHUT UP!" yells Rio punching the tree right beside Imari's head. "I DON'T WANT YOUR STUPID APOLOGY!"

"Yeah," nods Fu getting into Imari's face, "Just quit your idiot goal of 'trying to fit in' crap!"

"Rio-chan is close friends with everyone at school, I bet you didn't know that," chimes in Sara. "And everyone has told her all about your sorry attempt to get into their clubs."

"Yeah, that's right," coos Fu. "They said they knew you were just mocking their clubs!"

"Now, I'm going to tell you this one last time," warns Rio. "Minwa Academy is a school for the rich and talented. Not poor, talentless girls like you. Go back to whatever washed-up, cheap school you came from!"

Imari is quiet for a long moment and Rio smirks victoriously. But, suddenly, Imari reaches out her hands and cups Rio's face, "Supreme smile power!"

"H-Huh?" says Rio utterly perplexed.

Imari beams softly. "You know, Aramaki-senpai, ever since I came here I don't think I've ever seen you smile. I think smiling would suit you better. I'm sure you have a beautiful smile."

"A-Are you an idiot?!" stammers Rio.

"Well, even after what you said, I'm not going to give up on finding the perfect club for me," smiles Imari. "So, yeah, I guess I am an idiot."

"Tch!" growls Rio smacking Imari's hands away. "You are seriously pissing me off!"

Imari flinches when Rio pulls back her arm to slap her. She closes her eyes as she braces herself. But, nothing happens. Bravely, Imari opens her eyes. She sees her. The short, light green hair, the small braid on the left side of her ear, and lime green eyes. Imari gazes up in wonder to see the girl had her arm stretched across Imari, protecting her, and taking the hit for her.

This…this girl. Her green hair. I feel like I've seen her before. But where? In that moment, it all came flooding back to Imari.

"I think this suits you. The pink rose. It means joy of life."

"Yeah, that's what I'm going to call you."

"Sorry, but I didn't get your name."

"Hmmm…You can call me—"

"—D-Daffodil-chan?" blinks Imari breathlessly. It's her! The flouriest from Daydream Gardens!

The green-haired girl smiles happily at this, "Hello again, Pink Rose—though I wish it was under better circumstances, ya know."

Rio jerks back, "Tch. What are you doing here?! Get lost, Nijiko!"

Imari's ears prick up. Nijiko? So that's her real name!

"Now, is that any way to talk to your respected upperclassman," Nijiko smirks holding up her third-year lavender-coloured necktie as proof.

"Oh, please," snorts Rio. "I lost all respect for you after you—tch!" She cuts off with a sharp hiss. "You know what?! Just forget it! You're not even worth my time!" Rio spins around fiercely on her heel and storms out of patio, "Sara-chan, Fu-chan! We're leaving!"

Both Sara and Fu blink in surprise, but follow after their friend like sheep. As they go, Imari couldn't help but notice the moment of hurt that passes through Nijiko's eyes.

Imari bites her lip, "Thanks, Daff—?"

"—Ow, ow, ow, ouchie!" Nijiko suddenly cries out as she clutches her arm that took the hit from Rio. "Ow! That really hhhuuurrrttt!"

"Uh…Daffodil-chan?" says Imari gingerly, "Are you alright?"

An exclamation point pops out of the top of Nijiko's head as she forgot Imari was standing right there watching her. Nijiko quickly regains her composure. "Yes, yes! I'm fine, I'm fine!" She whirls around to face Imari and mannerly clears her throat. "But, more importantly, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Imari sighs scratching the back off her head sheepishly. "Aramaki-senpai is just really…intense."

"That's a serious understatement," huffs Nijiko crossing her arms. "Rio has always been short-tempered, but this year she's been…well you just saw."

"Imari-chan!"

Hearing her name, Imari turns around and is delightfully surprised to see Yū racing towards hero, "Yū-chan!" she waves only to be brought into a death hug by her friend.

"Imari-chan!" gasps Yū continuing to hug-slash-crushing her friend. "Are you okay?! Omigosh! Omigosh!" She lets her go and grabs hold of her face. "Are you hurt?! Is anything broken?! Quick! How many fingers am I holding up?!"

"I'm okay! I'm okay, Yū-chan," Imari reassure her friend embracing her. That's when Imari notices Tomoka running up behind her, "Tomoka! What are you…?"

"At lunchtime I was coming by the dance clubroom to see how you were doing," Yū quickly explains. "But, then I looked out the window and saw that you were cornered by Aramaki, Hīragi, and Wakamiya-senpai! I got scared and panicked! The only thing I could think of was to bring Fukumoto-senpai to help! Maybe she would…you know…freeze them with her ice glare!"

Tomoka stands there drowning in depression lines. "Do people seriously think that's a real thing?!"

Imari lets out a little giggle. "I'm really sorry for making both of your worry. But, it's okay! 'Cause Daffodil-chan helped me!"

"—Daff—"

"—o—"

"—dil—?"

Yū and Tomoka both behind at the green-haired girl, "Yo," she says simply.

"EHHHHHHH!" Yū and Tomoka exclaim in unison, "N-N-N-Nijiko Ōmitsu-senpai!"

A storm of question marks dance around Imari's head as she watches her two friends—for lack of a better word—freaking the freak out! Yū starts hopping up and down like a sugar-crazed bunny and Tomoka is spinning around in circles trying to cover up her blushing face.

"Oh!" beams Imari delightfully clapping her hands together. "So that's your real name!" She turns to Nijiko and politely bows her head, "Well, it very nice to me you properly. I'm Imari Suzukawa."

"I already know that," smiles Nijiko. "You hold me when you were lost in the Rose Maze."

"Really?" thinks Imari. "I don't remember that."

"U-Um of course you did!" explains Nijiko nervously.

"No, I don't think so," Imari continues shaking her head.

"Yes you did!" Nijiko argues.

Imari frowns. "Yeah, I don't think so. I would never tell a random stranger my full name. I'm not that stupid!"

"How else would I have known?!" Nijiko gushes. "I mean, it's not like I found out ahead of time through the school, or something!"

"Huh?"

"Never mind!" says Nijiko scatterbrained. "Pretend I never said that!"

This whole time, Yū and Tomoka are still flipping out around the two girls. Finally, Imari had enough and takes a big breath, "YOU GUYS! THAT'S ENOUGH! COULD YOU COOL IT FOR ONE SECOND!?"

Yū and Tomoka immediately stop in their tracks and turn to Imari with alarmed expressions, "S-S-Scary Imari!"

Imari puts both hands on her hips. "Jeez, you girls are acting crazy. I mean, what's the big deal? Who is Nijiko Ōmitsu anyway?"

"You know, no one special," shrugs Yū sarcastically. "She's just—you know—THE RICHEST GIRL IN SCHOOL!"

Tomoka bods her head ecstatically, "Not only that, but Ōmitsu-senpai is THE MOST POPULAR GIRL IN SCHOOL and was practically the star of every sports team! Captain of the Baseball Team, Tennis, Golf, Judo, Karate, and Kendo Team! The Sport Queen of the school!"

"Really?" says Imari with confusion in her eyes.

Yū and Tomoka eagerly nod in sink, "Really!"

"You know I'm standing right here, right?" chimes in Nijiko.

"No, it's just…" thinks Imari to her, "…I guess I'm just surprised." Why would the richest and most popular girl at Minwa Academy need or want to work in the weeds and dirt as a florist? It just doesn't make any sense—wait! "Hold up a second," realizes Imari. "You said was; as in past tense."

Yū and Tomoka pop out on either side of Imari and they each grab her shoulders. "Yes! It is one of the greatest tragedies Minwa Academy has faced," Yū swoons dramatically placing the back of her hand to her forehead. "At the start of Ōmitsu-senpai's third-year, she dropped out of all her clubs! Our dearest senpai had gone rogue without explanation. A dark cloud looms over Minwa Academy! The loss of our popular and elite light—mmfgh!"

Nijiko shoves her hand into Yū's face angrily. "Oh, quit being so melodramatic. Jeez, she doesn't need to hear all this gossipy nonsense!"

She keeps picking at Yū who is surrounded in dreamy sparkle bubbles. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world right now! Ōmitsu-sama is touching me!"

"Shut up," snaps Nijiko sharply trying to hide her reddened face.

Imari smiles and lets out a laugh. "You're so cute, Daffodil-chan."

Nijiko coughs. "I think you mean cool."

Imari shakes her head, "Nope. I meant cute. I think you're super cute."

"Really? Cute?" Nijiko blushes, but quickly regains her composer. "W-Well, I suppose I could be cute too."

Imari turns to Yū. "Thanks so much for getting Fukumoto-senpai to try and help, Yū-chan. But, I'm alright."

"You sure?" double-checks Yū.

"Yep," Imari nods. "I'll meet you back at the cafeteria. We can share my lunch. I made omurice today."

Yū licks her lips, "Ooooo! My favourite! Alrigth-y then! I'll see you back at the café." She gives her friend one last squeeze before rushing off back inside the school.

Tomoka adjusts her glasses as she watches Yū go. "Not to self; food comes first for Shiraishi—!"

"—TOMOKA!" beams Imari leaping at her and gives her a huge hug. "I'm so proud of you!"

"What, what, what, what, what," stammers Tomoka rapidly.

"I knew you and Yū-chan would be great friends," she grins. "You weren't like an ice queen with her. You were your normal self."

Tomoka blinks. "I was?" I hadn't even noticed. "I guess…this ice queen's heart is starting to thaw."

Imari eyes shimmer, "Yeah! Extra poetic points too!"

Both girls hear a sound and turn their heads to see Nijiko giggling at the two of them. "What is it?" Imari and Tomoka ask in unison.

"Nothing," Nijiko grins. "You two just seem like really good friends. That's all."

Imari and Tomoka exchange a look and exchange a smile.

Nijiko suddenly frowns. "But, I am really sorry about Rio and her friends, Pink Rose."

"It's okay," says Imari.

"It's not okay!" snaps Nijiko startling Imari. "She crossed the line. Saying all those hateful things to you was unforgiveable."

"No, Daffodil-chan. Really. It's okay. I understand." Both Nijiko and Tomoka are locked on Imari. "Some people don't understand each other. No matter how hard they try, they just can't see eye-to-eye. And it's hard. It's hard not being able to understand someone else's feelings. It can cause people to become angry and annoyed sometimes. So I understand."

Imari smiles softly. "I think…I think Aramaki-senpai can't understand why I'm trying to fit in here at this school. A lot of students don't. I mean, I'm the poor girl, the Club Flunk. I could never fit in, but I'm not witting to give up. And they don't understand why. But, I know if I keep trying, one day, we will understand each other's feelings and they will accept me."

"But," says Nijiko, "Don't you find it frustrating?"

Tomoka lets out a small gasps at Nijiko's bluntness. She bites her bottom lip nervously as she watches at Imari pit her lip finger to her lips to think. There is a long moment of silence.

"I mean, I guess so. But, I can't let that stop me. If I gave up because of what other say, well, that's just no good! I don't want to look back and have regrets. I would rather live my life knowing that I tried and that I always tried my very best!"

"Imari," murmurs Tomoka breathlessly.

Nijiko closes her eyes and smirks. "I can see now." She opens up her eyes; they twinkle bright green. "I can see now why you're the One."

"The One?" echoes Imari confused.

"WELL, WELL, WELL-DEE, WELL, WELL! IF IT ISN'T THE PRETTY CURE! NO SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU THE PRETTY CURE? IT'S SO HARD TO TELL YOU ANNOYING HUMANS APART!"

Imari and Tomoka freeze in place as they jerk that heads up to see one of the Dark Charm Knights looming over them, "Xoanon!"

"THE LOUD AND ONLY!" he booms with a taunting chuckle as he flexes his mountain of muscles. "I MEAN JUST LOOK AT ME! AS IF YOU COULD EVER FORGET THIS HANDSOME MUG!"

"Aw man," huffs Imari in disbelief. "Why do you guys always show you at lunchtime! Seriously, I have an omurice in my bento box with my name on it!"

"OOOOOO! OMURICE? THAT'S ONE OF MY FAVOURITES!" shouts Xoanon patting his stomach. "OKAY! NEW PLAN! I'LL CRUSH YOU, PRETTY CURE, AND THEN STEAL YOUR LUNCH!"

Imari gasps dramatically. "You really are evil! I won't let you lay a finger on my omurice!"

Something hits Imari on the top of her head. "You really are an idiot~buku," snorts Bukku as he continues to bonk Imari repetitively on the head. "Are you seriously going to fight the enemy because he threatened to steal your lunch~buku?! What. A. Moron~buku!"

Imari whimpers as she puts her hands on her head to protect herself. "Don't say that, Your Highness. It's fried rice inside of an omelette. Who wouldn't fight for that?"

"Um…guys," Tomoka says. "You do realize—"

"IT'S TIME TO SPREAD COME CHAOS!" yells Xoanon ripping off a darkened Fairytale Puppet off from a chain on his belt. It was a small witch with green skin, a big wart-covered nose, and dress all in black with an oversized witch's hat and holding a broomstick. "FAIRYTALE TAINTED BY DARK MAGIC, DESTROY THIS WORLD WITH A SORROWFUL AND HOPELESS ENDING! GO ENDINGU!"

Xoanon drops the Endingu Doll and the girls look on his horror at it hits the ground and exposed into a blizzard of black-and-purple sparkling mist. "DOUBLE, DOUBLE TOIL AND TROUBLE! FIRE BURN AND CALDRON BUBBLE! WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST, REVEAL YOURSELF!"

"Endingu!"

A pier of crimson red eyes blaze through the cloud of dark magic as a long, emerald-green nose slowly starts to stick out. A set of sharp teeth grin through that sends an icy chill down both Imari and Tomoka's spine.

"Um…you guys," Tomoka tries again.

"Suzukawa-san, Fukumoto-san," interrupts the fairy prince hopping back into Tomoka's book bag and fetching her PreHeartBook. "You girls need to transform~buku."

"But guys—"

"—Yes!" nods Imari clenching her hand into a fist. "It's Pretty Cure time!"

"But, you guys—!"

"Let's do this thing, Tomoka!" cheers Imari grabbing out her pink PreHeartBook. She opens it up, "Pretty Cure…"

Tomoka scrambles to open her blue PreHeartBook, "Ah! Um…Pretty Cure…"

"…Unlock My Story!"

Imari and Tomoka become encircled in pink and blue glimmer as Imari's crisscross hairclip and Tomoka's glasses disappeared in a pop of pure white sparkles. Both girls hold hands as the blank pages of their PreHeartBook flutter out of their binding. The pages flutter into pale pink butterflies and waltz around Imari while the others dance around Tomoka like a float of pale blue birds. As this occurs, Imari's chin-length chestnut brown hair turns blonde and grows into pigtails with vivid pink ribbons. Tomoka's shoulder-length ringlets of indigo hair turn into a lilac-coloured braided ponytail with loose strands falling down into pigtails down her shoulders. Both girls snap their fingers at the same time and golden star earring appear along with a pair of white wings in their hair. Imari and Tomoka link arms and start to twirl; their pink and blue light swirling together into a shimmering twister. In a flash of flurry of colour, their pink and blue tops and skirts appear. The girls separate and take off into the sky. As they race through the air, their sleeves, Chelsea collars, and shoes emerge from bursts of brilliant glitter. Imari and Tomoka comes together in the middle and drop to the ground. They have created a shape of a heart; one side pink and the other side blue.

The pink legendary warrior poises, "The Story of Dreams! Cure Fable!"

The blue warrior follows suit, "The Story of Wisdom! Cure Mythical!"

"Monster corrupted by darkness," states Fable pointing at the Wicked Witch Endingu, "We will return your happy ending to you!"

"Because we are the heroines of light!" announces Mythical. "We are…Fairytale Pretty Cure!"

Xoanon narrows his eyes, "Fairytale…Pretty Cure?"

Fable blinks and turns to her teammate curiously, "Fairytale?"

Mythical blushes embarrassingly poking her two fingers together, "Uh…yeah. N-Nīmi-senpai came up with the name and…and I kinda liked it. So I thought…"

Fable reaches out and clasps Mythical's hand. The blue warrior looks up at her partner nervously, but is met with a tender smile. "I think it sounds perfect."

Bukku rolls his eyes, "What a cutsie wootsie bonding moment~buku. That perfect thing to make me barf~buku."

"Don't worry, Your Highness," Fable reassures the prince. "We're getting to the butt-kicking right now!"

Bukku tisks at her, but even he can't hide the smirk on his face. "Well, don't make me stop you~buku."

The two girl turned hand-in-hand turn to face their foe, "Oh yeah! Before I forgot—what was it you were trying to say before we're going to transform?" asks Fable.

"Oh yeah!" recalls Mythical as she point to something behind her. "You guys do realize that Ōmitsu-senpai is right there and just saw everything."

Fable and Bukku look back and see Nijiko chilling behind them. She waves at them cheekily. The two of them make a hilarious shocked face as they silently gasp. I am such an idiot, the two of them scream in their brains as they simultaneously face palm. I totally forgot about her!

Fable chuckles sheepishly. "Um…listen, Daffodil-chan, um…hehe…listen…do you think you can keep this a secret?"

Nijiko smirks, "Only if you can keep mine." She reaches into her book bag and pulls out a green book. It is a hardcover book with a shimmering ivory-coloured frame embellished with dazzling gold and sparkling gems on each corner. The front has a golden emblem in the center.

"That emblem," mumbles Fable.

"It looks just like the ones on our PreHeartBook," studies Mythical.

Bukku rolls his eyes, "And three…two…one…~buku."

"Eeeehhhhhhh!" gasps Fable and Mythical in perfect unison, "No way!"

"That transformation of yours was pretty cool," Nijiko grins playfully. "But, now it's my turn." She opens her PreHeartBook with one hand and thrust her other arm into the air. "Pretty Cure, Unlock My Story!"

Nijiko closes her eyes and becomes enveloped in vivid green light. The pages of the PreHeartBook glow a pale green and fly out of the book and prances around her like a constellation of stars. Her ear-length light green hair turns soft red and her short braid in front of her left ear grows into a long braid up in a bun with fancy orange-coloured hairpins as the rest falls down her back. Nijiko snaps her fingers and her star earrings and the pair of wings appear in a burst of white spark. She raises her arms to the sky and the pages fall onto her sun-kissed skin. Then, Nijiko opens her lime green eyes. She lashes out a sharp double punch and her pale green sleeves appear in a burst of light that fall gracefully down her shoulders. She then jabs out a front kick and then a skillful roundhouse kick and emerald-green high heel pop onto her feet. In a blast of brilliant green light, her PreCure outfit appears; a green tube top with a sweetheart neckline with orange trimming and matching green miniskirt, and a yellow Chelsea collar with a single green stripe.

"The Story of Magic! Cure Enchant!"

"Cure…Enchant," says Bukku with dazzled eyes.

"EEEEEHHHHHHH!" Fable and Mythical cry out once again.

"Omigosh!" squeals Mythical. "N-Nijiko Ōmitsu is the Green PreCure! This is amazing!"

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" roars Xoanon pulling at his Mohawk. "NOW THERE ARE THREE OF YOU! KUROIZADO WILL NOT BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS!" He squeezes his fist tightly, "TCH! WHATEVER! IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THERE IS ONE, TWO, OR THREE OF YOU! KUROIZADO WILL DESTROY THIS WORLD! ENDINGU, ATTACK!"

"Endingu!" The Wicked Witch Endingu emerges from the fog of dark magic and pulls out its broomstick; but its normal straw brush is replaced by ravenous spikes.

"Okay," starts Fable turning to her teammates, "I think what would be best is if we—!"

"—Bring it on, ugly!" leers Enchant sprinting towards the Endingu.

"Oh…um…wait up, Enchant!" Fable calls after her as she takes off after with Mythical following behind.

"PreCure Punch!" Enchant leaps in and jabs the Endingu in its wart nose. The monster growls at her annoyed.

"Nice one, Enchant," grins Fable standing beside her as the green warrior lands. "Now, I'll go in with an attack and you can—!"

Enchant dashes off. "—Enchanted Blade!" a straightedge sword of pure green-coloured light appear in Enchant's hands.

"Or…you could do that."

"Endingu!" the Wicked Witch Endingu points its broomstick at Enchant and launches a barrage of its spike to attack the Green PreCure. Enchant was ready for this and, as fast as lightning, uses her sword to slice up the spikes. But, as she's distracted by blocking the spikes, the monster takes off its witch's hat and goes to slam it down on the vulnerable warrior.

"Enchant, watch out!" cries Mythical as she rushes to save her teammate. She hops into the air and positions herself under the hat. "Wise Safeguard!" A blue shield of light appears in front of her and clashes with the hat.

Mythical lands on the ground as she tries to keep the attack at bay, "Argh! No you don't!" With all her strength, she launches off and sends the giant hat flying. The Blue PreCure collapses to the floor and gasps out of breath, "I…I did it! Are you okay, Enchant—?!"

The Green PreCure leaps at the Endingu, leaving Mythical behind without saying a word. "Um, you're welcome!" she calls after her with angry tone in her voice.

"Okay, let's do this," smiles Fable standing in front of the Endingu, "Fable Twinkl—!"

"I got this!" intrudes Enchant jumping in her way. "Emerald Flash!" intrudes Enchant igniting a giant burst of light at the Wicked Witch monster and explodes it in its face making the Endingu cries out.

"Uh…thanks, Enchant," murmurs Fable.

"No trouble at all," Enchant grins giving her a thumbs-up. "I think it's about time we finish this."

Fable blinks, "Already? But, don't we have to weaken it so that we can use—"

Enchant opens up her green PreHeartBook. "Let's end this." The green universal magic cycle begins to surround the Wicked Witch Endingu.

"Pretty Cure Magical Illumination!" The light engulfs the monster and it starts to turn into a black pile of gunk. As the light consumes it, the dark magic goo metals away in a storm of white sparkle that were like snow as they fell to the ground and vanished into the ground.

"OH DEAR," Xoanon sighs. "IT LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVE DEFEATED ME AGAIN. YOUR POWER AS PRETTY CURE IS NO MATCH FOR A DARK CHARM KNIGHT." He snaps his fingers and vanishes into thin air.

Mythical comes up to Fable and the two of them exchange a puzzled look. "That was…odd."

Enchant cross her arms. "That's right! You better run."

"It couldn't be that easy," says Mythical crossing her arms.

"What can I say," shrugs Enchant. "We're just that good."

"Yeah, but," mumbles Mythical. "There's no Fairytale Puppet—"

"—Girls, we beat it," Enchant reassures them, "Doesn't matter how or if the enemy today was easier than tomorrow.

"I…I guess so," stammers Mythical.

Fable puts her hand on her friend's shoulder. "This is a good thing, Mythical. I mean, we have a new member of the team! Now, we're three-times stronger now! Kuroizado and the Dark Charm Knights don't stand and chance against us now!"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Cure Fable is right~buku," nods Bukku.

"Wait! What?" gushes Fable with sparkling eyes, "A compliment from thee Prince Bukku Da Le Hope Wish Von Dream Star! I thought today was amazing, but it just got a whole lot better! This calls for a supreme smile—"

"Never mind~buku. I take it back~buku."

Fable's eyes widen. "No, no, no, no, no! You can't just take it back!"

"I can and I did~buku," says Bukku.

"Noooooo," whimpers Fable, "Wwwwhhhyyy! The one time I was right and I blew it!"

Mythical pats her teammate on the head. "There, there, Fable. It's alright."

As Mythical comforts Fable, Bukku continues insulting her with Enchant sits back amused, a speck of dark-coloured goop crawls through the grass, collecting reminisce of dark magic; growing and growing with each fragment. Until scarlet red eyes flash out of the goo and a sharp toothy smile spreads across its body, "Endingu…"

"Yep, were gonna make a great team," smiles Enchant putting her hands behind her head.

"But, there is one thing that's nagging at me," admits Mythical.

"What's that, Mythical?" asks Fable curiously.

The blue warrior turns to the Green PreCure. "I mean, we would have been clueless with what to do if it wasn't for Fairy-san. How to transform, use your Fairytale Puppet, and PreHeartBook? How do you know all this stuff?

Enchant smirks at this. "I had some help from a little friend too." The green warrior pulls out her green PreHeartBook and waves her hand over the pages. They glow pure white and a small figure pops out.

Why is Enchant showing us her Fairytale Puppet, think Fable for a moment. No. What a minute. That doesn't look like that Sleeping Beauty doll I saw before.

The figure was lavender-coloured with purple leaf-shaped markings on the sides of its soft, droopy dark green eyes. It has steel blue floppy ears with pointy ends. It also has a dual-purple diamond mark on its forehead. But, the thing that caught Fable's eye was the being's dark blue cape with an opal-shaped blue pendent and a silver jewelled crown. The figure reminds her of…

Fable looks to Bukku whose eyes are burning; unwavering as he stares on at the being.

"Cure Fable, Cure Mythical," beams Enchant. "I would like you to meet Prince Kuiru Noble Heart Glory Sky the First Heir of Fanciful Kindgom."

"Prince…Kuiru," echoes Fable.

The being looks up and locks eyes with Bukku. The fairy prince flashes an imposing smile at him, "Hello, brother~kuru."

Next Time on Fairytale Pretty Cure!

Imari: Omigosh! This is incredible!

Bukku: Mm-hmm~buku

Imari: Come on, Your Highness! Show me a smile. We have a new member of the team and you have a freaking brother! Why didn't you well us you had a brother?!

Bukku: Well…my brother and I don't particularly get along~buku.

Imari: What? No way. Siblings always clash, but I'm sure you're thrilled to see him.

Bukku: Trust me, you and your sister are a lot different than me and my brother.

Imari: Bukku's Brother?! The Firstborn Prince!