GUYS. I just re-read the story, and I will admit that chapters one and two sucked. Oh well.

Even though I am not satisfied ( yet I kind of am!) I will keep them there as reminders of how my writing has improved, and I kinda left you guys with a cliffhanger ( I guess) so let us see what happens next! Let's go!

She heard the sound, it was a weird sound- like poof, but only backwards.

She had stopped sobbing once she heard it, but she didn't stop crying. In fact, tears were still flowing as they fooped into the apartment, and the anti fairy - still holding her and patting her back- sat on the couch, comforting the poor child like he used to do with his own son- until he decided he didn't need it one day, and didn't need crying in general.

He held her, and started to gently rock back and forth, slowly and soothingly, and with the little girl curled up to his chest, crying and begging for him to not let her go, and he didn't- he couldn't. Anti-fairies are emotional creatures, just like their counterparts.. and very sensitive to children, but never get the chance to show it and often eliminate the good feelings of happiness and joy from themselves, learning to only be guided by anger and evil.

"Don't worry child.. don't worry.." and maybe somehow, in someway he could relate to this child- and that every Anti-fairy who ever thought that they could be good could relate to her- and they, in their world let kindness shine dimly for the fear of Jorgen Von Strangle, even killing those who did show kindness in public, well, not all time just occasionally- it only happened every 20 years or so, or even more than 20, depending on who was the leader that year.

she sniffed, her tears all dried up and cheeks and eyes red. "Th-thank you, Mister Cosmo.. thank you.." and now, he realized the truth about him and Timothy Turner.. and he wasn't ready to face it.. he would never be ready, even though he had realized it hundreds of times before, he still wasn't ready.

"You.. don't need to thank me.. you don't need to thank me at all, child." and now, he realized how unfair those fairies were! They only helped the children they wanted to.. never the ones that truly needed it. He patted her back one more time and decided that this.. this would help him with his plan, to get Timothy and FINALLY be FREE, freedom was his plan, for him and all of the anti-fairies and Timothy was the key to that, along with the rest of the fairy god children. She wiped her tears and her nose on the sleeve of her sweater, -even tucking the hair that covered her eye behind her ear- to wipe them away, revealing her blue gray eye which shone in the dim light of the room and she sniffed and wiped her nose again. Her eyes had always changed colors, and sometimes people noticed, and sometimes they didn't but he noticed, he noticed how they were tinted with gray, instead of that sunrise sky- blue. They were like the clouds outside, a grayish sort of blue.. "Why do you always cover that eye?" he asked.

She looked away from his chest, and towards the window, a far off distant look in her eyes, remembering the reason why..

"My dad." she whispered, and tears started to form once again, as the blue from her eyes vanished, and became a dark stormy gray and tears started to fall once again, as she took in shaky breaths, "H-he would h-hurt u-us.. especially mommy.." she buried her face in her hands, "what- what if he finds out I told you, Cosmo?! What if he comes and murders you while you're sleeping- and he murders all of your family.. and then he comes and-" she was shaking and shivering. He put a hand on her shoulder, as she turned to him rising her head as her face became wet with tears and with panicked eyes filled with fear, and soon a question consumed her mind.. Why did she trust him so much? Had she really missed the love of a parent that much? She started crying more, as he brought her back to his chest, "Don't worry.. don't worry he won't hurt you.." and she knew, she knew he would come back.. someday.. someday.. never feeling safe.. never feeling loved or happy because of him.. never.. never.. "Don't worry child.. don't worry.." he whispered.

"You'll be safe."

Jumping too fast into things, was a talent of hers, loving too strongly, trusting too much- such weaknesses.. and such strengths.. as her mother once told her, as they sat by the candle light, and poor Amaya crying, and crying over the yellow teddy bear that her "friend's" dog tore up, and she knew it was on purpose, the little girl even told her so! She remembered that.. that night.. and daddy coming home.. and-

She cried harder, "You'll be safe." and she realized why, why she trusted so hard and so much, because that was the way her mother was, trusting her father to keep his promises of never hitting her or Amaya. "You'll be safe." and those words- how long had it been since she heard them? How many years? How many sense mother died? Since daddy left? Since going to school? How many? It felt like ages ago, and it feels like she was an old, old woman- someone much older than the current age of 9 she was now.. she was about to be ten soon- wasn't she? How long had it been since she kept track and remembered her own birthday? How long since she celebrated it? And how long had it been since mother would scoop her in her arms and smile at her? How long had that been? Five years? Eternity?

"C-Cosmo.." she managed to weakly call out, "..I-I miss my m-mommy.." and as soon as those words left, she ran out of tears and the only thing that was left was a red eyed, red cheeked girl, with a runny nose, which she used the end of her sweater- which was too big for the poor thing- and wiped her runny nose and tears. Finally calming down, and took a deep, deep breath, and sniffed, "Th-thank you, mister Cosmo", she whispered. He nodded at her and smiled gently, "Come on, dear- let's go home." and with that, they left to his castle- with a magical, mystical Foop.

I DID IT, *SOBBING* I DID IT.

I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TOO FAST- AM I?! YOU TELL ME.

Anyway, if you like this story, my dear, dear reader than review! REVIEW! And give me some criticism! I know, I need to improve- being a narrator is hard! I mean, jeez. It's really hard. I feel like I'm not getting being a narrator or something, but I am trying my best, dears. So forgive me if it's not top quality- I usually like to write in first person, but I was inspired by Bookwormgal's "You gotta friend in me" and I really liked the aura of it, and LOVED how she narrated it! And also, for some reason I really couldn't imagine it any other way, without the whole "classy fairytale" sort of sprit to it. But anyway, if you haven't read that story, go check it out! It's really good- and also has a sequel! Ahhhh! Okay, I'll stop screaming- ahhhh! And no, I am not getting paid to say that! I am just telling you to go read that story and its sequel! SO GO!

AND DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, AND REVIEW!