Hi welcome to the Winx Club's Wrong Side of the Tracks sequel. I'm not sure what to call it yet but I have a few titles in mind. It's my second attempt at a sequel, first on fanfiction. I got to say, even though I hate Bloom I'm mystified by the Dragon Fire. So this is what it's going to be like, going deeper into the mystical power's secrets. I have to tell you, that I'm doing this like the first one, I've planned out all entrances for the characters so be patient I'll always get to them within time. I also have to say that this is going to be a very dark fanfic, it will contain swearing, violence, crude humour and serious topics. Now enjoy the first chapter of WSOTT 2. Winx Club Wrong Side of the Tracks 2:
The Untold Legend of the Dragon Fire:
Come my dear friend, come towards the light of the fire. You have been travelling far I see, although my eyes aren't good as they used to be. For I am old and the keeper of this inn.
Do you care to listen like the others? For they have journeyed far across these magical lands. I must say the villagers of these towns have seen many mystical and mysterious things and the stories have risen up from the shadows of the past. Listen again, to the legend which has sprouted across time about the Dragon Fire.
Do you know the story about the creation of the magical universe? About the great solar explosion which gave birth to the Great Dragon who created all the vast magical worlds we walk on each passing day. At the end of her journey she landed on Sparx said to be the centre of the magical universe and made it her home until she became one with her planet.
A very great tale of fiction if I do say so myself. Scholars may disagree with this legend claiming it is evolution and no such mystical being who created the dimension, after countless years of research. Yet, they fail to explain the story which I am about to tell...it's not about the creation of the Great Dragon's flame, yet the extinguishing of it.
It is said that the last heiress of the kingdom of Sparx had gone missing from the magical dimension. After coming back from an eon in the abyss of who knows where King Oritel and Queen Miriam was saddened at the fact that their daughter the last heiress Bloom had committed suicide in a volcano in Fiji. Bloom's ashes were spread on Earth and there they stayed forever.
The most unusual thing happened when Bloom had died. No, she didn't magically appear again but a certain dark ember of the Dragon's Fire (who must not be named) awakened more powerful and blood thirsty as ever. He was approached from one of the heiress's old friends to tell him the news. The Dark Ember planned after his resurrection to take over Sparx. With the heiress who extinguished his fire all those many years ago was gone, the Dark Ember had no problem taking over the realm. The Dark Ember was free from the shackles of those who created him and the one girl who destroyed him. History repeated itself. The Dark Ember conjured up his strongest of forces from the dead as demons and dead convict wizards joined him in destroying Sparx. Oritel and Miriam fought a valiant fight, yet they were captured and drained of their powers and robbed of their flesh. Their bodies turned to bone and was enslaved by the Dark Ember as he turned the whole planet into a land of neither living or dead.
The Dark Ember reigned over his newly developed hell and stayed there, biding his time to unleash his greatest wrath upon the magical universe. During the attack the eldest daughter of the king and queen of Sparx, Daphne, had escaped to the downstairs where the remains of the Dragon Fire once stood. She remembered casting the spell that sent it into her sister Bloom when she was barely a year old. Daphne sat stroking the ashes at the place where she stood face to face with the Ancient Witches 24 years later.
Suddenly, she heard a brief noise and looked to see a dragon collapsed in a shadowy corner of the room. The dragon blinked at Daphne as it drew it's last breaths, the ashes in front of Daphne burst into a flickering flame.
Daphne tried to fan the flames with her enchanted fan, blowing occasionally. The flames grew bigger closing upon each other forming a spherical object. The fires danced, the flames moulded interlocking like a pieces of a jigsaw puzzle as a great burst of solar energy filled the room. Daphne closed her eyes momentarily since she was blinded from the brilliance of the blast. Daphne opened her eyes to see an orange jewel encrusted egg among the billows of smoke. The dragon nodded to her as if she was telling her to take it. When Daphne touched the egg she felt a sharp burn as the egg was hot and scalded her fingers. She blew on the egg to cool it off and took it in her hands.
"Take it to Flora," the dragon said telepathically. "She is to become the guardian of the last heiress to the Dragon Fire."
So this is the last heiress Daphne thought to herself, she shook the egg and tried to hear what was inside. A dragon perhaps? Probably, since it was not an empty shell. Daphne looked at the dragon as it gazed at her, the dragon looked as if it fallen ill. It's orange scales did not sparkle like jewels yet looked very rusted and crude. She was blowing billows of black smoke as her breath was short. The double beat of the dragon's heart was heard slowly fading into silence as the dragon sunk her head to the ground and closed it's eyes as the beat died down. Daphne watched as the dragon exploded into a million pieces of glittering stardust. Daphne was puzzled yet she knew her direct orders. She stood up in the ashes of the newly created egg and conjured up a swirling silvery portal to Flora's home world.
Suddenly, the Dark Ember's demons had thrown open the door and found Daphne holding the egg. They realized that the nymph was trying to escape, Daphne conjured her most powerful magic to defend herself. The two demons were vicious and fought like savages. One of the lizard demons stabbed Daphne right in the chest and pushed her into the portal as it began to seal itself up. All that the nymph remembered was them laughing hysterically before blacking out.
Who would have guessed that the departing of a nymph and creation of a large egg would unfold the secrets of the greatest untold legend of the Dragon Fire.
Review if you must. oh, and tell me which title to use...Ashes of the Dragon Fire. Ashes from the Dragon Fire. Ashes, Ashes We All Fall Down.
Difficult Choice iddinit?