Liz and I look at each other in fake shock. Betania floated down to our level and asked, "So, what do you think?"

I blinked and rubbed my eyes a couple of times. I knew that she wouldn't believe us if we said what we knew about fairies, Fairy World and Da Rules, so I replied, "Wow. I really am crazy!"

"No, no, Morbius. I really am a fairy, there is such a thing as magic. I'm here because you two have no home. We fairies mostly are assigned to unhappy, neglected and tormented children. I was assigned to you because you two are without a home. You can't tell anyone about us, or we go away forever. We can grant most any wish that you wish for."

"Almost any?" I asked, still putting on my 'never knew fairies existed' act.

"Well, there are a few provisos."

She raised her wand. I knew what was coming next. I looked up. Sure enough, a purple book was beginning to form right above our heads. I pushed Liz out of the way and braced myself to try and catch the falling book. It fell fast, but never hit the ground. I was thankful for our P.E. teacher at that moment and how he made us do all those exercises. I gently put the book on the table. When I looked back at Betania, she was staring at me, eyes wide. Liz was doing the same.

"Uh, what?" I asked, truly confused.

"I have never, ever before in all my 20,000 years of life see any godchildren do what you just did."

"What do you mean?"

"Your quick reflexes. It's like you knew it was coming. In all my years as being a godparent, I've never seen someone so quick."

I laughed out loud, and the other two joined me. I tell Betania that it's only rare that I'm that quick.

A smile crept over her face. "What about today at the mall? Those were some smooth moves you two had."

I frowned. She was watching? I thought to myself. How much has she seen of our activities and private conversations while we've been here? From the miniscule change in the expression on Liz's face, I could tell that she was thinking the same thing. However, I decided that she didn't look like she suspected anything and we began to ask her questions about herself and her kind. She answered all of our questions and asked us some as well. She asked us the basic get-to-know-you questions. We answered with our cover story for some and the truth with others, depending on the questions. When we were finished talking, I looked at the clock.

"Oh, wow. It's almost time for Timmy to go to bed."

"Timmy?" Betania asked.

"Yea. We baby-sit him. In return, we get paid $8 an hour and free room-and-board."

"Timmy who?"

I could tell from her question that only one Timmy was on her mind.

"Timmy Turner."

Her expression barely changed, but I could tell that she was awed and surprised. I went upstairs and asked Timmy to turn off his video games and go to bed. He complied. After I had closed his door, I came back down. Liz and Betania were talking about girl stuff. As they carried on their conversation, I looked back at Da Rules and commented on the stupidity of some of them.

Betania replied, "Yea, I know. Some of us just can't wait for the Promised One to come and oust Jorgen." Immediately after she had said that, she covered her mouth with both her hands, a look of horror and fright on her face.

Now Liz and I were really interested. "The Promised One? Jorgen? Who are they?"

"Umm…" she stammered nervously. I guessed that the Promised One, whoever he was, was never supposed to be mentioned to godchildren.

"Well, can you keep a secret?"

We nodded. She told us that the Promised One was one of the only two fairies to have died of unnatural causes. He had made the prophecy of his return in what had become known to Fairy World as the Hope Prophecy.

"Hrmmm…" I mused to myself. I had always had an interest in prophecies. Here's a chance to read and study a new one, I thought to myself.

"Hey, Betania. As my first wish, I wish I had a copy of the Hope Prophecy."

Liz asked for one as well. Betania floated down to Da Rules and flipped through the pages. She found nothing forbidding it. She then raised her wand. Two huge but light scrolls appeared in our hands. I opened it and skimmed it. A couple things stuck out to me. I repeatedly saw references to the Jewelry of Sueñalon. I saw small hastily drawn depictions of this jewelry. They looked like the jewelry I had picked up, but I quickly dismissed it. I also saw the basic things that were seen in prophecies: reincarnation, a battle between two ancient powers, the defeat of the evil, the good ruling Fairy World with another who would accompany him.

"Wow. Not much has changed much in the world of prophecies, has it?" I said. It was meant as a light joke, but I received a death glare from Betania, as if what I had just insinuated was pure sacrilege. I apologized

"I'm sorry if I insulted you."

"It's ok. No human would understand the affect a prophecy of this magnitude would have on an individual."

"Oh, I can think of a few religious groups who have vaguely similar prophecies." I replied. Thankfully, Betania didn't press the matter. Instead, she continued her conversation with Betania. I pulled out my iPod, which had been in my backpack, and while listening to my music, began to extensively read this Hope Prophecy. I took out a pen and notebook which I had bought earlier today and began to take notes on the gist of this prophecy. Eventually, despite the music, I noticed that the two girls had become silent and were staring at me with odd expressions on their faces.

I took out my earplugs and asked, "What? I like looking at ancient prophecies. Speaking of which, Betania, how old is this writing?"

"About eleven billion years old."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. According to modern theory, our universe was fourteen billion years old. I wasn't sure if it was the same here.

"Your civilization is old! No offense."

"None taken."

The girls went back to their conversation while I plugged myself back into my music and study of the Hope Prophecy. We stayed like this until Timmy's parents came home. Betania changed into a blond cat. When asked about it, we explained that we found it outside and brought it in to feed it and take care of it. Timmy's parents said that she could stay. After that we got ready for bed. Betania poofed up a bed for herself and Liz and I lay out our bedding. Due to our long fight that day, we were asleep instantlLy.


Like I said on my profile page, I don't believe in Evolution. I'm only using it for literary purposes. Also, when I'm done with this story (and my possible sequel, the outline of which I have completed), I may invite others to do an in-between story in this universe.

Oh, and review plz. Thx!!!

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