Hey, I kind of had this sort of idea when my little cousin introduced me to the show during the summer. I've seen some of the first and second season, and I thought the title idea would be kind of cool. I'm incorporating some elements of higher magic and some sort of elven race far off, as well as an idea of my own; The Elemental Destiny. It'll be explained a bit more later on, and I'm kind of in the mood for making a love triangle, because my best friend broke a big rule and got together with my ex-girlfriend, who broke up with me, and frankly, I haven't gotten over her. So enjoy this wild ride, and review in the end. It also takes place extremely early in the third season, to the point that most other events are only catching up. I know some things won't make sense, and it takes place from my OC's perspective, and everyone else's is in Italics. My OC's name is Drake, and I hope you enjoy…

Winx Club: The Last of Their Kind

Chapter 1: Bad Days

Bloom

Some days really suck. In history class, we're learning about the Elven people's involvement in the early days.

Currently everyone can't help the right way. I'm wondering what my past is. I found out my home of Sparks is gone. That I'm one of the last left, and my parents back in Gardenia are not my real parents, and that I have to earn my Enchantix; which is only earned by saving someone from my home planet.

However, I'm the last of my kind. Though I'm here with friends, Summer Vacation was long.

After class ends for the day, I feel like I need some alone time. I recently have started to go down to the lake whenever that happens.

As I make my way there, I realize my boyfriend loves and cares about me, yet I still feel alone in a different way. If only there was someone else left…

Drake

He felt so alone, in a more deep way than ever. A regular person of magic amongst the Elves, he wished he had someone who understood him for him.

He felt alone too. He'd lived in Hy Brasile since he was seven. His mother claimed he was "The Last Son of Sparks."

Who was she to tell him anything. Especially now, since she was dead. In a raid by a dark army, his mother was among the civilian casualties.

That was when he was twelve. After that, the monks at the Monastery Of Destiny had shown him something great. He had been living there for three months when it happened.

He'd walked into a shrine, and found a sword in a sheath. It was rather large, and the sheath was attached to the wall.

He'd been practicing swords for a good three years at that point. He simply removed the sword from the sheath, and a large magic fire was created around him.

Thrad, the monk in charge of taking care of him, saw this, and reported it. At the time he thought that he was in trouble. Instead, it elevated his life and gave him purpose.

Growing up, he protected the other children from bullies. He always had a good moral compass. Now, he was a Flame Swordsman of Light.

He also learned that there was an equivalent of darkness.

Now, all of sixteen, he felt more alone than ever. No girls would talk to him, and the guys expected things from him.

He'd had this special place he could go to when he felt this way. It was a hidden place in a tree, where he'd set up a little sanctuary. It contained some stuff that he was able to recover from the wreckage of his mothers house.

It contained a book written in a strange twenty-six letter alphabet, (the elven alphabet contained thirty) a picture of himself as an infant with his parents and the king and queen of Sparks and their daughter (he'd found this out when he was ten.), a picture of his mother, and a fortune told by a teller he'd got when he was fifteen, saying he'd meet "The Last Daughter of Sparks).

He also had two objects that belonged to his father; a pair of daggers that had a magic-based blade.

He watched the sun go down through the entrance, wondering at who was out there for him.

He felt a rumbling an hour later, since he'd decided to stay in the tree tonight.

Going outside, it appeared that the whole town was being overrun by an icy, dark, thunderstorm.

Jumping out of the tree, he ran back to the Monastery. He couldn't let this happen; not again.

To his surprise, the Monastery hadn't been touched yet. He slid through the secret entrance he'd found; a hole in the wall.

Making his way to his room, he donned his gear. It was the armor he was supposed to wear.

It was purple-ish steel, with a mostly rounded sort of armor around a jumpsuit. It had a broadsword that went with it.

The sword was elemental. It was made of this material called Essence of Fire. It was swirling with red, yellow and orange colors, and had three symbols on it; one of fire, one of light, and one of a dragon.

He tied the sheath on his waist, and donned the helmet to finish the job.

It was round, with a pair of iron spikes on the front, triangular and with a square section in the middle.

He then ran out of the monastery, and into town. It seemed that the battle was over, he was too late.

The town of Di Bas had been destroyed. The buildings were all in ruins, and were on fire?

It seemed a blackish flame had engulfed the buildings as the strange storm raged.

Then the sounds came. It was a set of cackles, and they sounded feminine. There was also a haunting guffaw that seemed male in origin. It was also coming from behind.

He turned around, and stood face to face with a haunting quartet. Three teenage witches were standing behind a teenage male. The male was a Drow, or Dark Elf.

The Drow also had a loadout similar to his, yet this one was grey. Drake knew this couldn't be good.

"So," the Drow quipped "I, Gratnic of the Drow, Flame Swordsman of Darkness, get to defeat the Flame Swordsman of Light. It's a shame I had to waste a whole town first."

The Drow; Gratnic, motioned to the witches, who cast a sort of spell on him that bound him to the ground.

Drake knew this wasn't good. He felt like he was going to die alone, without even putting up a fight.

Gratnic immediately opened a book of sorts, and started to chant. "I'm afraid this was too easy. I'll make it so I see you when you're ready. Fraik-Netha-Dria!"

Immediately, Drake felt very weak. It also seemed that a portal was being made under him.

He heard the Drow monologue "Icy, Stormy, and Darcy promised to help me with this, yet I know we will have to do this alone. I just hope and even pray that I haven't wasted my time."

Immediately, he blacked out. He felt a sinking feeling around him as he was being brought somewhere.

Bloom

She knew she'd been out too long. The sun was already starting to set, and soon the dangerous creatures of the forest would be out.

She started to turn around to head back when it happened. It seemed that the sand on the shore was starting to swirl on the left side of the bank.

Then the ground shook, and a light came from the swirling sand. Immediately after, the form of a boy roughly her age wearing armor appeared.

She could see a set of jet-black hair flecked with red underneath his helmet.

She ran up to him and checked the pulse on his neck, wondering if he was dead.

When she found out he was alive, she set a levitation spell on his form and brought him with her back to her dorm, making sure that no one saw who she brought.

Setting him down on her bed, she wondered where he came from. Perhaps she'll find out when he woke up.

She found her friends, and brought them to her room. She'd sworn them to secrecy on his existence.

She hoped that he'll wake up soon…