!*!Poof!*!

The next few days felt generally normal - taekwondo on Thursday, nothing on Friday, busywork and parties on Saturday, and nothing on Sunday. Monday was the last day of school, and Tuesday was the day she had promised herself she would investigate the bracelet further. She would still not hold it again, though. Or at least try not to.

However, the bracelet's power was hard to resist. On Friday and Sunday she was outside as often as possible. The temptation to hold the bracelet was almost overpowering her own will. Getting as far away from the bracelet as she could was the only thing that let her think straight.

So, when Tuesday came, she felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from her. Of course, everything would have been perfectly fine, had her brother not decided to spy on her. Why he did that, Mythri would never know. Honestly, what went on in her brother's brain was a mystery to her.

"What are you doing?" Her brother, Noah, queried as he pranced into the room. Sometimes, Mythri thought, that boy was trying to be annoying.

"Nothing! Get out of here!" She screamed, thoroughly irritated, though a part of her brain argued that he had done nothing wrong. When he didn't leave, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him out of the room, locking the door so he couldn't get back in. Pausing a moment, Mythri realized what she had done was a little unfair. That bracelet was corrupting her, like Lord of the Rings.

She shivered. Gollum had always freaked her out with his creepy double personality and ring obsession.

Walking back the box, she uncovered the bracelet lying on the bottom. Pure energy emanated from the ornament, much stronger than she remembered. Ok, definitely not Lord of the Rings, then. She'd always associated evil and darkness with that ring, not the purity she was feeling now.

But then, what was it? If only someone with extensive magical knowledge were here. Then only they could help her figure out the answer to that was.

Suddenly, the golden thread began to give off a fierce light, tugging at her fingers, begging to be released. When she did, it began to levitate, filling the room with an unearthly glow and a strange humming sound that only grew louder and louder.

Standing up, Mythri ran to the door and jiggled the handle, which didn't hecking open. "Open, already! Gah! Alohomora!" Nothing worked. The bracelet's energy exploded, sending Mythri into oblivion - and into a dream that was not of her own mind's creation.

!*!Poof!*!

Mythri was dreaming, and it was crazy. Mostly because she knew she was dreaming, and there was a strange feminine voice saying her name, and she also remembered what the heck went down two minutes ago. Well, technically, she was still figuring it out, but she remembered it.

"Hello?!?! Who the heck are you? What the heck is going on?"

Now, Mythri, no need to be so rude. To answer your questions, I am the Poof Goddess. I am the supervisor of all worlds, all stories, and all possibilities. But most importantly, I make sure that no one messes with any of them. What's going on, is that I can't do that job by myself.

So I've chosen you to help me. The bracelet you have found has given you a fraction of my power. You will help me keep stories straight, when they are going off track.

"What do you mean, keep stories straight? And what do you mean I'm helping you? Why me?" She shouted to the disembodied voice that seemed to come from nowhere, yet everywhere at the same time. It was paradox.

The voice chuckled in amusement. I think you know why. This is what you've wanted forever, is it not? Without waiting for a reply, she continued. Or at least what Mythri assumed was a she. She did mention being a goddess, so that implied being a girl. Mythri, you are among the few who have been chosen to hold this power. Keeping stories straight is a difficult job, especially when they don't want to stay straight.

You've seen someone do this before. Do you remember the Music Meister from the Flash and Supergirl?

"Oh, yes! He really reminded me of a fanfiction author!"

What about Bob, from 'The Feud', in Voltron?

"Yes. But, didn't both of those people do exactly what I'm not supposed to do: mess with the story?"

They did, but it fixed the story, or made them believe in themselves.

"Ok, I see. When do I start?"

Right now.

"Wait, what?"