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[Never]

Well... i write something a few days ago. Let me know, what you think about it.

Chapter 1

…The Trix, Lord Darkar, Valtor, the Wizards of the Black Circle, and many other enemies had already been defeated by the Winx. Their last battle had been a year ago, and peace had returned to the Magic Dimension.
It was summer break at Alfea, and Bloom and the others had returned to Gardenia.

"Finally a breather! No disgusting villains in hideous outfits! Ahhh, a little break like this is just wonderful, don’t you think, ladies?" said Stella cheerfully.
The other Winx didn’t quite share her enthusiasm—though that might’ve had something to do with the fact that they were once again stuck carrying Stella’s shopping bags for the thousandth time.

"Stella, seriously now, carry some of this yourself!" grumbled Musa, balancing a teetering tower of shoeboxes in her arms.
"But the others aren't complaining. And besides, it's a great fitness workout, right Layla?" Stella replied, crossing her arms.
"Mh-mmmmh!" Layla grunted angrily, a bag held between her teeth, her arms completely overloaded with bags.

Bloom also had a bag in her mouth, which she now dropped to the ground:
"She's right, Stella. We’re not your servants."

Tecna and Flora followed suit.
"And technically speaking, you're the one whose endurance leaves the most to be desired," Tecna added with a slightly devilish grin, pulling her notebook from her bag.
"I’ll just calculate the weight that your current fitness level can realistically carry..."

Stella looked down sheepishly.
"Tecna, please! I’m wearing my good shoes!"
"That didn’t stop you from loading us up," Tecna replied coolly.
"Aha!" she said as she read the result of her calculations.

A few minutes later, the Winx resumed their walk home—with each fairy carrying only three items, except for Stella, who had to carry the entire remainder by herself.

Just before reaching their apartment, Musa remarked:
"You know, we could’ve just used magic to teleport the shopping bags home—too bad we didn’t think of that earlier!"

The others laughed, while Stella just grumbled and looked down.
Bloom placed a hand on her shoulder:
"There, there, chin up. You did it after all!"

Stella shook her head and collapsed onto the floor as soon as they entered:
"I am sooo done!"
"Take an aromatherapy bath! You've earned it. I’ve also made a new blend—strawberry, vanilla, and almond oil," Flora said, handing her a small vial filled with a pink, glittery liquid.

"Thanks, Flora!" said Stella, already halfway up the stairs when—
"Stella? Aren’t you forgetting something? Like… your shopping?"

Stella peeked down the stairs where all the bags were now lying scattered on the floor. She scratched her head and smiled:
"Uhhmm… well… but I have to try Flora’s new bubble bath!"
"That can wait. Come on! Work first, then pleasure," Bloom said firmly.
Stella looked sadly at the floor.
"We’ll help you," Bloom added with a wink, immediately lifting Stella’s spirits.

While the Winx cleaned up, something was stirring in the Magic Dimension...

It was cold. Much colder than anything one could imagine. So cold that breathing was nearly impossible.
But the hooded figure that now stepped through the portal to the Omega Dimension seemed completely unfazed.
She moved swiftly between the ice blocks, following a clear goal, until she came upon a deep chasm. Without hesitation, she jumped in and landed gracefully on a thick sheet of ice.

Before her lay the shattered remains of the Wizards of the Black Circle.
Apparently, they had fallen into the glacier crevasse from a great height.
Their icy prisons had not been enough to protect them.

The hooded figure examined them. Though their bodies were destroyed—their souls remained, unyielding, unwilling to accept death.
Beneath her hood, the stranger smiled coldly.
Then, she began to cast her magic.
It was neither black nor white magic.
It was the original, purest form of magic.
The most powerful kind of magic.
The magic of a goddess.

The bodies of the Wizards of the Black Circle began to regenerate. Good.
It would not take long before they awoke again.

Suddenly, a small shadow appeared in the sky. A falcon.
The stranger watched as it landed.
Once on the ground, the falcon transformed back into a man.
He bowed before her, never making eye contact.
"The area is secured."

"Thank you," said the stranger.
Her voice was calm and quiet—yet it sent a chill down the man’s spine.

He turned to look at the Wizards.
"You’re bringing them back?"

"They will be useful for what I intend to do. And that’s all that matters."

"But what do you hope to gain from them?"

The stranger smiled at him.
"Are you afraid I’ll lead your old comrades to the slaughter like lambs, Duman? …Don’t worry. I’m not that cruel..."

Duman couldn’t read her. Still, he didn’t dare to contradict her.
He had seen what she was truly capable of.

After a pause, she continued:
"...I want to see how they fight—and whether they are worthy of my support.
They could prove extremely useful if I intend to take the Dragon Flame for myself."

"And what about me? I’m one of them," Duman asked.

The stranger noticed that Ogron, the leader of the Wizards, was beginning to stir.

"You will report to me. And don’t even think about betraying me, Duman. You know exactly what the consequences would be..."

"I understand."

"...their powers will regenerate over the next few days—regardless of anyone's belief in fairies.
I will send one of my priests once I’ve made my decision," she said before disappearing.

Duman remained behind, clenching his teeth.
He knew she wouldn’t be easily convinced.
On the other hand, this was his chance—and the Wizards' chance—to complete their mission once again.

Ogron was awake.
Time to bring him up to speed and explain the whole situation…

[WinxClub4Life]

I am begging you,continue this. This was a really fun read honestly!

[Never]

Thank you! ^-^ I’m really happy to hear you enjoyed it – your comment absolutely made my day! I do plan to continue the story, so stay tuned!


Chapter 2

After the Winx had finished tidying up their apartment, it was finally Stella’s turn to enjoy a nice, hot bath! She grabbed the first towels she could find when a loud noise interrupted her.

Covering her ears, she shouted, “What is that?!”

Tecna grabbed a small technomagical device from the table. “My newest program. Whenever help is needed somewhere in the Magic Dimension, this thing rings. A true masterpiece of magical technology, if I may say so!”

“NNnnGH! Could you at least turn it down a LITTLE?”, Musa yelled over the noise.

“WHAT?”, Tecna shouted back.

“CAN YOU TURN IT DOWN A LITTLE?!” Musa repeated.

Tecna smiled awkwardly and pressed a button on the display. “Sorry.”

A blue glowing hologram appeared – it was Headmistress Faragonda.

“Ms. Faragonda!”

The headmistress looked serious, her hands folded on the table. “Hello, girls. I’ve received some troubling news.”

“What’s going on?”, Bloom asked.

Faragonda inhaled and exhaled calmly.
Then she explained, “There have been… a series of breakouts. Tritannus is missing. The guards of the Omega Dimension were attacked, and the Wizards of the Black Circle have vanished without a trace.”

“The Wizards? But–!”, Layla began, but Faragonda silenced her.

“I know, this is disturbing news. And that’s why I want you all to return to Alfea immediately for your own safety.”

“To Alfea? But…”, said Flora, and Bloom voiced what they were all thinking:

“Ms. Faragonda, if the Wizards of the Black Circle are back, then Earth is in great danger!”

The headmistress shook her head. “No, Bloom. After your last battle with the Wizards, right after you froze them, there was a massive earthquake. Their ice prisons fell into a deep crevice. The prisoners didn’t survive.”

Tecna chimed in: “And what about necromancy? Couldn’t someone bring the dead Wizards back?”

“You’re not entirely wrong,” said a second figure – Lady Griffin, the headmistress of Cloud Tower, appeared in the image.

“But a necromancer can only create mindless zombies from the dead – without magical powers. There is no known force capable of truly bringing someone back from the dead.”

“Lady Griffin, what are you doing here?”, Musa asked.

“Miss Faragonda asked for my insight. We can’t rule out a necromancer. That’s powerful dark magic – nothing one could simply learn in school. As for the breakout of that… sea monster – I sent two of my best witches to investigate. They found no trace of dark magic.”

“So either the two incidents are unrelated, or the person who freed Tritannus and the Wizards used white magic – like a fairy,” Tecna concluded.

“We don’t know. But I still find these events extremely troubling and–” Miss Faragonda adjusted her glasses in surprise. “Bloom, are you alright?”

Bloom clutched her head and trembled.

“I feel a dark energy… no, more than that…,” she said. Flora gently took her arm and brought a chair over for her to sit down.

“A dark energy?”, Stella repeated.

“…I… I don’t know… I’ve never felt anything like this before…,” she stammered.

A worried frown appeared on Faragonda’s forehead.

Stella summed it up: “So – first the Wizards, then Tritannus, and now Bloom feels a dark energy? Something’s not right here.”

“You’re right, Stella,” Bloom said and stood up.
“Be careful, Bloom!” Flora said worriedly, but Bloom ignored her.

“…we have to find out what’s going on!”

Musa shook her head. “But how? All we know is that Tritannus and the Wizards have escaped.”

“Then we should inspect the prisons again! Maybe we’ll find a clue about who did it and why,” Flora suggested.

“Good idea!”

Faragonda wanted to say something, but Tecna had already turned off the screen – not without a twinge of guilt. The other Winx looked at her.

“I know Headmistress Faragonda only wants to protect us. But it doesn’t make sense to hide in Alfea and wait for an attack,” she explained.

“She’s right. So? Where do we go first – the Omega Dimension or Andros?” Layla asked.

“I think we’ll have better luck on Andros,” Tecna said, opening a scan of Andros’ prison map.

“Alright then – let’s head to Andros!” Bloom called out, trying to hide the uneasy feeling in her stomach.

[Meanwhile, in another part of the Magic Dimension...]

The figure slowly awoke. “…You… what have you… done to me?” Valtor croaked.
He didn’t know where he was or how he had gotten there. He was lying on a stone altar that radiated a strange energy.

The hooded figure before him smiled coolly. “I’ve… let’s call it purified your powers.”

“What do you mean… who are you?”

“Who I am doesn’t matter to you. You only care about what use I have for you.”

Valtor said nothing. Whoever this woman was, she had seen right through him. Still… what did she want from him?

“I’ve severed your connection to the Dragon Flame,” she continued, “and replaced it with an equivalent power. Don’t worry – you’ll hardly feel the difference. In fact, you’ll now stand a better chance against the Winx.”

Valtor sat up and reached for his cloak. “I see…” he said cautiously, “And what’s your gain in all this?”

“I have what I need,” said the stranger, revealing a small dark spark glowing in her hand. “A fragment of the Dragon Flame – the part that still flickered within you. But it’s just a tiny ember. What I want is the full power of the Dragon Flame – Bloom’s powers. Why I want it should not concern you.”

Valtor laughed. “Why should I help you?”

The woman stepped closer. Through her hood, he could see icy – almost entirely white glowing eyes. But the light of life had vanished from them. Instead, they shimmered with a strange bluish-green glow. A chill ran down his spine as he looked at her. And he felt the life – his own life – slowly draining from his body.

With a voice like a grave whisper, she said:
“Because you have no choice.”

And he knew… she was right.