Disclaimer :: I do not own Winx Club - I just borrow the world and characters.
Prompts :: Onyx & Vague Misery.
All it takes is a slither of darkness to taint the happiness of life.
A crowd gathered within the palace courtyard, more gathering by the cemeteries and tombs, while others couldn't bring themselves to leave the safety of bed. A kingdom, usually bedecked in the warmth of fire and life, allowed the darkness inside. One day is all they wanted. One day to mourn the loss of many that hadn't made it. One day for the crushing emptiness of their imprisonment to be displayed across the dimensions. A single day to remember the destruction of a planet.
Within the palace courtyard stood a family of three, two with hair of flame and the third a brunette. Clutching each other, clinging almost desperately. Before them a small memorial, one candle more significant than those surrounding it. The pale green wax, a shade of minty freshness a young girl once favoured so. A single image depicted who the candle represented, blonde hair and amber eyes full of life. A deceased daughter and sister, a warrior who fought to protect the life of her family and people. The crowned princess of a kingdom.
The smaller of the red heads reached out, drawing on the mystical power she carried. The essence that brought their planet to life millennia ago, and once again more recently. Now she used it to light each candle at once, tears filling cerulean eyes as she shared in the misery of many. Her magic took it one step further, the dragon spirit she embodied and protected wanting to ease the pain of all.
A gem flickered into existence, a darkened stone to match their emotions and attire both. One for each mourner across the planet. The young sister, the saviour and remaining princess, cradled the one that landed in her hand. It was an onyx, a contradictory stone that is said to strengthen resolve even as it could weaken it. But more importantly, some on Earth believed this particular gemstone to retain memories of a lost soul, a final imprint of remembrance to help ease crippling grief.
As her powers completed its unspoken task, the remaining daughter was captured in a loving embrace. Her parents, desperate to confirm she was okay, cried in happiness. She had given them an immeasurable gift, the chance to recall their deceased daughter with clarity as if she was still flesh and bone. An outpouring of gratitude that was echoed across the planet with their respective family. Yet the one who restored them from their entrapment ignored it all, savouring the stored memory of being held by an older sibling for the first time.
A few years later light was released from its cage of darkness, welcomed with a warm embrace of tears and happy disbelief. A little sister being held in the protective arms of her older sibling for the first time no longer an imprinted memory, but reality.
Welcome to a brand new story, or rather a collection of sixteen stories. Most of these will stand alone, but some might have the potential to be expanded upon into multiple chapters. That depends on if anyone is interested in such a thing.
_ If you couldn't piece it together, this chapter centres on the Royal Family of Domino - specifically Bloom and Daphne.
_ My interpretation of Vague Misery was of remembering those lost in the battle of Domino. Figured a memorial was a good way to do that, and the way it lightened at the end. Gentle, sweet, but sad in nature.
_ I do not update regularly. I write when I have the time and update in a similar manner.
_ Feedback is appreciated! Receiving reviews or a PM is an amazing feeling. You don't have to, but hearing your thoughts brings a smile to my face. Even if you're just pointing out an error.
_ About that, all errors are my own. My eyes aren't perfect, so I am likely to have mistakes scattered about. If you find any, let me know and I'll fix that right up.
Published :: Jan 31, 2018
Word Count :: 485
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