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I wish I could find my Prince Charming.
Eight words. They were just eight words, but they were the cause of her current problem. Maybe
she should have been more careful, but she couldn’t be always alert! It hadn’t even been Tuesday!
Of course, only one of those eight words created this problem; it had just been one word, just four stupid letters. Result of her pronouncing The Word? She, Buffy Summers, had been whisked off to some old lady with far too
much glitter (her fairy godmother, according to her) that had kindly informed her that if she helped the Disney Princess to find their respective Princes Charming she would get hers.
The situation complicated itself when Buffy admitted to not have been serious about her wish. Unfortunately, for her to return to her world she needed to play matchmaker; in worlds where she was always
looking out for Sweet.
Some Power up there hated her.
Buffy, currently hidden behind some rocks, took a quick look at the tattoo on her wrist before directing her eyes to her future charge, Fa Mulan. This was her third mission as a matchmaker and while she still hasn’t personally met the girl yet she already liked her.
However, the girl just decided to make her job more complicated by deciding to take her father’s place in the army. Noble, but that decision had earned Buffy a new tattoo to make her look Chinese (a green-eyed blonde would raise a few eyebrows).
On the other hand, she got a brand new name. She felt like a spy. Yay!
“Now, Buffy, get serious,
” thought the Slayer. “This time there’s an enemy army out for everyone’s blood.
” With that thought, the now black haired woman (dressed as a man) walked towards the other cross-dressing female.
“You still haven't answered me,” commented Mulan while washing her hair. Buffy looked at her.
“It’s my mission.”
“To help me survive all this training?”
“Weeell… Something like that.”
“And it was all because of some word?”
“The W-word,” Mulan looked at her confused. “W-I-S-H,” added the Slayer, knowing that the translation spell would make sure that the girl understood what she meant.
“Wis…” before Mulan could finish The Word, Buffy put a hand over her mouth. The teenager choked some water from the surprise when she felt the hand over her mouth; she had forgotten again how fast the other woman was.
“Okay, let’s go over the rules again: one, you don’t die; two, you never
use that word.” From somewhere behind them, the two women heard male voices coming towards the river. They looked at each other.
They had forgotten about the other soldiers.