The idea for this fanfic is from shadowrider89, I'm just ghostwriting! This takes place after Season 4 before Season 5.

Rocks were littered everywhere. Everything was in ruins and the cavern looked in danger of caving in. A young man, in his early twenties or younger, walked through the ruins, crushing small stones beneath his heel, pondering as his eyes drank in the ruined place. His features were sharp, his hair a pale blonde; he could be a girl's fantasy. He was dressed in a medieval-style, very much like his father. Or should he say, his creator.

His father had failed. Failed terribly. He was ashamed to speak of him; his father was a disgrace to the Dark Arts. Those three witches, they had tried to help him.

Aidan, his name, would never refuse help from anyone. He didn't believe in something his father always had; he didn't believe in groups with a leader. He believed everyone in a group should work together, the 'leader' would be nothing more than a representative. Aidan would never shoot down others' ideas because he thought he was the brain of the team.

He and his father are so much different. And anyway, they hated each other. But they both have the same dream, to take over the magical dimension. And Aidan was convinced he was going to succeed where his father had failed. Where so many had failed. He needed help, definitely, but to ask it of those three witches? What did they call themselves again? The Trix? Aidan had his doubts. But no worries, he'll find help soon. But for now, he will have to set his own plans, which he was halfway through.

He turned and left the place, smiling sinisterly to himself. His journey had just begun.

...

"Go Winx!" the audience cheered. They were practically going crazy over the newfound talents of the these six girls from the Love & Pet Shop, a shop which received the same amount of publicity as they did. Plus, those girls were very attractive. Who could resist the Winx Band?

"You're a fairy, believe it, you gonna believe it, cause you're the one!"

The Winx ended their song to tumultuous applause accompanied by cheering and screaming as they went offstage. The Frutti Music Bar had never been so chaotic. The Winx's popularity was growing. And fast.

"Wow, that was great girls!" Bloom enthused, thrilled and stunned by the number of people who had come to watch them and touched at the crowd's appreciation. "We played to a full house tonight!"

"Those people really love our music!" Musa was excited. "We're really getting much more popular here on Earth!"

"What a shame we'll have to leave all this, including the shop when we return to the magical dimension," said Layla. As she spoke, the Winx could see sadness filling her eyes, and they knew she was thinking about Nabu. The couple had had so many plans together, including marriage and living on Earth. But now, all those dreams were gone.

The Winx were reunited once more with their boyfriends who wasted no time in telling them how wonderful and amazing they were and looked on stage. Layla stood to the side, gazing out onto the beach, deep in thoughts of Nabu. She soon heard footsteps behind her.

"Layla, are you okay?" Roxy asked. Layla heard more footsteps and soon the rest of the Winx were gathered around her.

"I'm fine, thanks," she replied, fighting back tears. "He wouldn't want me to live like this." She had to stop thinking too much about him. What had happened has happened. She couldn't change anything. But it was this which infuriated and saddened her. If only, she had gotten to Ogron...

"Hey, what are you doing here? Let's keep the party going!" Layla laughed, turning to face the Winx. She couldn't dwell in the past anymore.

The merrymaking continued, and Layla pushed all thoughts of Nabu to the back of her mind.

Meanwhile, a strong, uneasy feeling was taking control of Bloom. She was jumpy and jittery and kept looking around, as though afraid anyone would just jump up and attack her. She felt a strange presence, like someone in the Frutti Music Bar was watching her. And somehow, she felt a connection to him or her. But no one was watching her. Well, except for a few crazy fans, but there was nothing emanating from them. Though it seemed to be coming from everywhere, Bloom knew very well she would know who it was if she set eyes on him or her.

It seems so familiar, this feeling I'm having, the fairy of the dragon's flame mused. Where have I felt it before?

...

He finally knew who she was. A young fairy. Dear father, you lost to a young fairy. How pathetic. Smirking, he left the bar.

So one again, the idea for this fanfic was from shadowrider89! Please review and let us know what you think of it, thanks!