Hello readers! I hope you are ready to read an adventure/mystery story. This story is part of a trilogy I have planned and I'm excited to see your reactions to it. This story takes the place of season 5.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from Winx Club.
Family,
I want to tell you (well, write you) that I have run away. I have caused so much trouble between everyone and can't face you guys anymore. I know you are wondering why I'm blaming myself for the trouble, but it all started when mom and dad returned to Magix. I know you already know the story, but there is a lot more to it. It was the end of the school year…
The sky was dark and everyone from Alfea and Red Fountain were in the quad, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Earlier in the year, when the Winx Club and the Specialist were in Gardenia, there was a battle. No one knew who they fought, all they saw was an army of witches, warlocks, and warriors come in from the woods. They were all wearing similar clothes and were young, so they were most likely from a school. They were well trained, though, unlike any of the schools in the Magic Dimension. They used techniques the specialists didn't recognize. The fairies were just getting the hang of their magic, they had no chance. The schools had to do something. If there was one thing they knew about the battle, was that it wasn't the last.
Ms. Faragonda was standing next to Saladin. They were in front of the doors to Alfea, discussing the ceremony that was about to take place.
"We need to be extra careful, Faragonda. Are you sure this ceremony is going to work?" Saladin asked with a stern tone, hiding the fear behind it.
"It's been done before, it's just a question of will the dragon be strong enough." Ms. Faragonda responded to him, wondering the same thing herself.
"It has to be," Saladin turns his attention to the woods, "we can't afford another attack like this. It puts us and the whole dimension in danger."
"I know that, Saladin, and we have to have faith in our students, especially the Winx."
He turns his attention back to her. "The Winx are not strong enough. These people have had years of training, maybe even decades."
"The Winx have saved us in the past from many villains. They are capable of doing this."
"You, me, and Griffin could make the dragon ourselves. We have had much more experiences with our magic and know how to use them properly." He argues back, trying to get her to understand.
"Saladin," Faragonda starts, trying to choose her words carefully, "Griffin's school wasn't attacked. Who knows what will happen with Cloud Tower…or even if they will soon be involved."
Saladin looks at her, stunned by her thinking. "You think Cloud Tower could be part of this?"
As she was about to speak, an air craft carrying the Winx and Specialist landed near them. When they stepped out, the girls were all wearing white dresses, it was a symbol of the purity and the good of the people who fought. The guys were wearing their specialist uniforms and were walking the girls to the headmistress. All of the girls kissed the guys on the cheek and turned to her.
"I'm glad you're here girls." She said with a faint grin.
"What happened was just…horrible. You still don't know who they were?" Bloom asked.
The headmistress nods her head, "No, we just know that they are something to be watchful of."
"We'll do whatever we can to help." Flora said in her sweet voice, "How exactly do we perform this ceremony?"
"All you have to do is let the magic do what it wants." She said, looking the girls with kind eyes.
All of the girls start walking to the center of the quad, trying to figure out what Ms. Faragonda meant. "…let the magic do what it wants." Kept repeating in their heads. Did she mean to give it full control? Did they just have to guide it and it will know the rest? They all created a circle and held hands, knowing that their magic had to combine as one. They closed their eyes and just focused on letting the magic free. Everyone was quiet, all you could hear was the light wind. Feel the cool touch of it on their skin.
Some people watched the girls while others just looked down, thinking about the past events. After a minute of the Winx's meditation, their chests started to glow. It started as a faint glow and then grew into a bright, large glow. Orbs soon started floating from the girls and to the center of their circle. The orbs were all rotating counter clockwise and soon started slowly moving upward. The orbs were moving closer and closer together. They soon collided into one orb; one large, transparent orb of magic.
The magic was now free to do whatever it can. What the magic did was turn into a dragon. It first stretched to form the head and the tail. The head and tail soon became more detailed and larger. The mouth was soon noticeable, you could make out eyes, four feet started to form. Soon, the dragon was complete, it was flying around the sky. It started making little noises. Those noises started growing, louder and louder. It eventually let out a booming roar that shook everything. It was a magnificent looking dragon.
Transparent, you could see the magic moving through it. It was large and had a long, swinging tail. It was silent again, everyone just looked up at the creature. It soon went straight down through the ground, making that its home. They were depending on this dragon. This dragon was going to protect the schools, make sure there is enough time to prepare for any future attacks.
The Winx couldn't believe what had just happened. They exchanged looks and soon started looking for the guys. The guys were by the woods talking to Saladin. Saladin was discussing with them the plans for the up-coming school year.
"Listen, boys." Saladin said as he put both of his hands on his staff. He was stern with his voice, but also gentle in tone. "I have a feeling that this battle we had is just the beginning. You are all the best we have at Red Fountain. I would like it if you would all teach the following school year."
"Look, that's a huge honor, but we don't know that much more than the newbies." Brandon protested.
"You won't be working alone." Saladin started explaining, "I am bringing in the best there is to work alongside you, and you'll learn a few new things, too."
Riven, crossing his arms, asked "Who would that be?"
"Me." They heard a voice answer in a British accent. They saw a tall, skinny woman in a black pant suit. She had pale skin and dark, blonde hair that was shoulder length. She had pale blue eyes that stood out. She stood by Saladin now, waiting for him to introduce her.
"Yes," he began, "This is Miss Sandra White. She has been trained by the top warriors at an elite fighting school and has been located in Australia working with an association from Magix. We are lucky to be able to have her here."
She sticks her hand out for the guys to shake. "It's actually Sondra." She corrects Saladin, "Which is what you can call me."
The specialist all shake her hand and introduce themselves. All of them were kind, Riven, on the other hand, made a comment with a snarky tone.
"I'm Riven and I find it hard to believe that you're the best warrior in the Magic Dimension."
Sondra looks at Riven with a tilted head and a smile, "You know, Riven, I've dealt with a lot of guys who said the same exact thing as you. Now, they're in physical therapy."
Sondra laughs and the rest of the specialist have a big grin on their face. They have never heard anyone say that with so much confidence to Riven.
Timmy breaks the laughter, "So, what school did you go to?"
"I went to Hillsdale Warrior Academy." She stated with pride, "Where even the weakest girl won't cry over a broken nail."
"I don't mean to be rude," Sky starts questioning, "but since when were their female warrior schools?"
Sondra is caught off guard by the question and turns her attention to Saladin. Saladin resists making eye contact with her, but eventually looks her straight in the eyes.
"You've never told them about other schools?" She asked.
"I have," Saladin started to explain, "I just never told them about female academies."
"Well, surely you've told them about academies that train boys and girls."
He looks back at the ground with little disappointment. He starts to raise his voice as he explains his view on the situation. "I am old fashion, Miss White. Red Fountain is an old school that has always been an all boy school and I feel it should stay that way. Not just for my school, either. I don't deny, though, that you are an amazing warrior."
"My views are different, Saladin." Sondra starts with a faint smile, "I believe that some traditions are meant to be changed and that those changed ones should be taught."
There is a moment of awkward silence and most of the tension is between Saladin and Sondra. Eventually the Winx come over and the tension disappears. They all start a conversation of getting to know each other and learning about Sondra. While they are all engaged in conversation, Ms. Faragonda pulls Saladin to the side to tell him something important. Something seemed to disturb her, something was wrong.
"Saladin," the headmistress said in a concerned voice, "did you see the dragon?"
"Of course I did. Is there something wrong?" He was growing concerned himself.
She starts to talk quieter, "It's stronger than we thought. We know Bloom has the Dragon Flame, but the rest of the girls aren't as strong."
"What are you saying, Faragonda?"
"I'm saying, there is something more to their magic. If this just started happening and we just had a battle…"
"Then they just might hurt us more than help us." Saladin concluded.
Both of them thought something strange was going on; of course they turned out to be right. The situation was something dangerous, very dangerous. They could only trust people they knew, but even then, you can't fully trust anyone. Sooner…or later, they will do something you never expected. I mean, look at what happened now.
That's the end of chapter one. This story will be updated weekly, every Monday starting today. If it wasn't clear, the italicized parts are part of a letter, who the writer is is a mystery. I would like to thank PierceTheVeils, my official beta reader for this story. I've asked others to look at it, too, and I thank them for their help. Pierce, though, has been the most hands on and I thank her for that. Now, don't be shy, write me a review or PM me your opinions, questions, or anything else you feel like sending. Have a wonderful day, night, or what ever time it is where you are.