Timmy poofed into his room and yawned as he crashed onto his couch. He doesn't how long it's been since he got a job as a Fairy Guardian, but ever since then he's been exhausted as hell. He may not remember how long it's been, but he does remember the exact series of events.

He was on a fruitless job hunt when all of a sudden...BOOM! Jorgen poofed I front of him and took him into a corner to explain everything. The Fairy world. Magical entities. All that junk. He handed him a big wand and told him there was a war coming. A war that couldn't just be solved by a godkid with fairies. War needed soldiers. And Timmy was drafted....

What Jorgen didn't mention was the toll it'd have on Timmy's body, the twenty something year old lying on his couch as his roommate walked in on him

Oh hey. Didn't see ya.