Okay, I know that I have stories that I still need to update, but I've wanted to try this out for a while now, and since I have acquired some first season DVDs, I thought that now was the perfect opportunity to start writing it.
Now, this may not be seen as the most creative story idea, but I thought it was necessary. This story takes place during Winx Club Season 1, and I thought that this season had a lot of things that were off, needed more explaining, or just plain were completely not needed. So, in this fic, you'll see how I think that the first season should've went. So yes, it has the same storyline, but I'm cutting out or adding quite a few things that I felt were and weren't important to the season. So this is mostly from the girls' point of view, but sometimes you'll hear it from Ms. Faragonda's, the guys', or the witches' if it's necessary to make the story make more sense.
Just as a note, I primarily follow the 4kids episodes, but since 4kids screwed over some of the episode formats, I may either change it myself, or use what was in the Rai version. Also, I hated the whole name-swap with Brandon and Sky, and it made Bloom get embarrassed in episode 17, and when I first watched it, I was horrified. Bloom was and still is one of my favorite characters, so I thought that that should've been avoided, but that's just my opinion. So in this fic, Brandon and Sky were known by their correct names.
This story, I've decided, will have 28 chapters: Prologue and epilogue; 26 chapters based on the episodes themselves, but how I thought they should've went, so if you're not into that, this may not be the story for you.
And, if you're still reading, this prologue is only from Stella's point of view so we can get more insight on what she felt as she ended up on Earth and battling Knut. I know that it's really short, but don't worry, the actual chapters will be much longer in comparison. I hope to have the first real chapter out in a week, after typing it and revising and proofreading.
And, to conclude, let's not forget: I don't own Winx Club.
Prologue
The great sun shone as it always had, and always would, on the beautiful day that all the people knew was ahead of them. The birds chirped and the blue sky emerged from the clouds, signaling a beautiful beginning to another wonderful Solarian day.
The kingdom of the planet Solaria was often known mostly by its eternal sun, or it's 'second sun', but what the people itself treasured the most was the realm's inhabitants of plant and wildlife, as well as the luxury of no rain, snow, or any other type of sky precipitation.
Most people from other realms would wonder, "How could the plants live without rain?" The answer to that is simple. The realm of Tides(the planet of water) provides a trading service with Solaria, and they use this special water to irrigate the crops and other plants with. (1)
But, even this wasn't the only view people of Solaria had. The royal family had their own opinions, and the most unique were often known by the princess herself, seventeen-year-old, Princess Stella.
The young girl was not what she would call, "the most experienced" person of her realm, but she did know how things went on, though it wasn't always the most accurate from her favorite realm-wide gossip and whatnot. But, that was what made her father proud of her. After the news she'd received that summer, she didn't like to think of her mother much at the moment.
It was a new school year for the princess, and she was to once again attend her high school, Alfea School for Fairies. It was a beautiful all-girls private school that hailed in the realm of Magix and specialized in teaching young fairies the best magical education that could be offered.
Sadly, Stella had to remind herself that there wasn't much to look forward to at the moment because of last year's… "accident" as she liked to call it. When she did let herself think of it, Stella all to well remembered how on a dare from one of her roommates in Potions class, she'd tried to create a new shade of the color pink. Instead, her spell backfired and she ended up destroying the entire lab. She remembered when her professor had sent her to Ms. Faragonda's office. Once there, she'd received a stern lecture.
"Stella," she'd reminded her, "now I care for my students greatly, you included, but I'm afraid it's unacceptable, just as you know, to use magic unsupervised. This counts more when used in such a careless way."
"But Ms. Faragonda!" the blonde princess argued. "I didn't use it in a careless way. I was just helping out my friend, Alexis. She needed a new shade of pink to make her dress match, and I tried to do that, but then I did the spell wrong and ended up…"
"Destroying the potions lab," the headmistress finished for her, clearly not amused. "I know. We all know. Now, I'm not much of a punishment giver. Griselda?" she asked, turning to the middle-aged woman, Ms. Griselda, vice-headmistress and head of discipline. "Do you think that you could assign Ms. Stella an appropriate punishment for her behavior?"
Ms. Griselda nodded, adjusting the blue glasses that she wore and adjusted them whenever she was mad, upset, or put off by a students behavior; in some cases, she did this as well as giving a mighty glare at the girl and a scoff.
"Well Princess Stella," the vice-headmistress said, accenting Stella's name in a foul way. This told Stella that she really was not in a good mood at this time. "Considering how this lab will cost school damages, you potentially could've harmed other students, you've missed curfew many times, and your grades have yet to go above a sub par level, I'm afraid to say that I think it's only necessary we expel you from Alfea."
"What?" Stella couldn't believe her ears. Expelled? She knew that she wasn't doing the best at this school, but she'd never even considered her behavior bad enough to get kicked out for. What would her parents think?
"Ms. F, Ms. G," Stella said, addressing the professors by their last initials. "Please. Give me another chance. I'll have my father pay for the damages, and I promise I'll get a tutor and bring my grades up. If necessary, I'll serve detention all you want, just please, please, pretty please don't expel me."
"I'm sorry, Stella, but it has been decided," Ms. Faragonda cut her off sternly. "Now go to your dorm room and pack your things. I will arrange for one of your family's ships to take you back home immediately."
After that, Stella thought it was over, yet her father had come through for her, just when she'd needed him. He had convinced the school board that she had good potential, and that if they gave her another chance, they would be surprised. And just to make sure that they wouldn't refuse, he and his wife had paid the damages and donated a new school computer lab to the upper wing. After some consideration, they agreed to this proposal and Stella was let back in, but since her grades were still not good enough, there was a condition: she had to retake her freshman year.
When she had first heard, Stella hadn't cared at all. Her father had sat her down to talk with him during the summer. "Stella," he told her, "they've agreed to let you back in, but you have to take your old year again."
"Oh, it's okay Dad!" she'd smiled, embracing him so hard, he could've squeezed in two and it wouldn't have surprised her. "As long as I can go back, it's perfectly fine with me."
"Good." But, then he became more serious. "Now Stella, it took quite a bit for the school board to give you this second chance, and they told me that you're still on thin ice. So, this year, I want you to focus more on your studies and make better friends. Is that a deal?"
"It's a deal, Daddy!" Stella agreed, and they shook hands on it just to make it official.
Now that she was packing, Stella wasn't so sure if she wanted to go back again. Surely everyone must've heard what had happened to her and this would clearly affect her popularity level, especially since repeating the grade would mean she'd have to stay in a freshman dorm, instead of the dorm she'd had last year, except she'd do sophomore level work and stay with her old roommates. Could she possibly handle having to start completely over?
But what got to her most of all was what her crush, Brandon, would think of her. Yes, she'd told him all this, and he said it was fine, as long as he could see her. But, would he, too, abandon her once he found out how mistreated she was by the rest of Alfea?
Stella shook her head. Her suitcases were to small, so she was forced to use a simple spell to make them fit. Plus, all her suitcases were completely huge, which meant that she would have to use another spell to make them smaller. Stella couldn't help but feel bad for those who didn't have magic. She could only imagine just how difficult it was to have to do everything the "old fashioned" way.
Once she had finally finished packing, she prepared to leave for Magix. Technically, school didn't start until tomorrow, but she wanted to move her stuff in today so she could check out all the great shops in Magix.
To do so, she pulled a ring off of her finger, and this wasn't just some ordinary ring. No. It was a highly coveted Solarian heirloom: the Ring of Solaria. When she threw it into the air, it would become a scepter, which not only increased her powers(winx) it also allowed her to travel between the realms.
She did just this, shouting, "Sun power!" She twirled the scepter and directed it to go to Magix.
Once her transportation had ended, she looked around. She saw a small woods, only, it wasn't the woods of Magix that she knew. Magix had pine trees; these were maple or oak. Plus, the sky wasn't as blue and she couldn't feel the magic in the air. In fact, Stella wasn't sure if she felt any magic at all.
"Wait a minute," she asked herself aloud, "am I on…Earth?"
She had heard of it in one of her classes, though she wasn't at all certain which one it could've been. She'd been told by her professor that Earth was a non-magical planet, inhabited by magicless humans.
Poor humans, she had thought. How do they get along without even the slightest use of magic? It must be so boring there.
Stella looked up into the sky. How had she ended up here in the first place? From what she could remember, she was certain that this time, she had paid attention to her spell, so why had it failed?
Her answer arrived when she heard growling in the distance, and saw what she recognized quite well to be ghouls. Ghouls were nasty creatures that often ate creatures after just one bite to taste, and generally were red. If they were another color, they were just that much more dangerous; those ghouls' bites were deathly poisonous. Stella could tell that these were red.
"What are you so afraid of little fairy?" a voice asked, and she didn't know it. Soon, a large, bright yellow ogre came into view. He seemed to be leading the ghouls. How had they gotten onto a non-magical planet? If Stella was sure of anything, they had been sent here by someone else, to do the work for them. But what could they want with her?
A ransom, maybe.(2) Her father was a king, and Solaria was a very rich planet, so perhaps they would threaten to have her taken off to a dangerous place in exchange for $500 million. Such things had been heard of by kingdoms she knew of, so it wouldn't be surprising, but something about the way the ogre was looking at her told Stella that it was something else.
"What do you want, smelly?" the princess of Solaria demanded, taking a stance to show she was not afraid, when it reality, she was, and greatly.
"Your scepter," he answered simply. "If you don't hand it over right now, you're ghoul food. The choice is yours."
"Then I'll take C for none of the above!" Stella growled. She summoned her powers and her entire body began to glow a bright orange color. She swirled around in the air, and after a few seconds, her original attire of a half top, sandals, long skirt, and a crown had been replaced by a completely different outfit.
Her blonde hair was pulled back into two long pigtails. She wore shiny brass bracelets, orange shorts, a matching crop top, and boots that reached nearly to her knees that were the same color of her shirt and shorts. And at her back, small, elegant wings grew, allowing her to fly.
Stella gripped her scepter and gave a mighty stance. "Rising sunburst!" she called out, and hit one of the ghouls with an attack of great solar-based power.
Stella was attacked by both the ogre and the ghouls for what felt like a long time. She wasn't sure if she could keep it up much longer when help came in the most unlikely form.
(1): When I first watched the third season, and in episode 2, one of the people said, "This is impossible. It has never rained on Solaria," I wondered how the plants managed to stay alive. Sure, magic is the first thing that comes to mind, but magic shouldn't be able to solve everything. So I think that special water would be a similar reason, but less typical.
(2): If I was a princess, and an ogre was chasing me, that's the first thing I would assume considering all the movies and shows I've seen that often invovled kidnapping important or famous people for money.
Alright, so that was just the opening. Reviews are always appreciated, so if you happen to be reading this, I'd care a lot if you happened to give me your opinion.