As a child, I loved the Winx Club. However, one thing that always bothered me was that Bloom left her parents so readily. At that point in time, she didn't even know they weren't her real parents. My family has always found that as the one flaw in the series.

This is a completely rewritten version of the series.

I prefer the Rai English version, so for those of you who only know what goes on in the 4Kids dub, I will list the differences that I am aware of so you don't get confused. If you have seen the Rai English variation, feel free to correct me on any of these in your review and I will do my best to fix it.

Sparks is Domino.

The Dragon Fire is the Dragon Flame.

Musa is not a princess. (However, I have heard people argue about this one.)

The planet names can be fairly different, so I suggest you look this up for yourself.

If you have reached this point, I'm very pleased you've bothered to read this extremely long author's note and I hope you enjoy this story so it wasn't a complete waste of time.

"I don't see why we had to come to here. Surely there's a planet that the Trix took over that's in better shape," a spiky-haired teenager muttered to his friends.

The only boy with glasses in the group pushed his eyewear up his nose and replied, "Actually, this is the only planet besides Magix that the Trix have attacked. Isn't that strange?"

"We don't have time for that now, Timmy," a blond spoke up suddenly. "Brandon, go check that tree. Something could be up there. Timmy, scan and see if there's anything around here. And Riven… stop complaining. I'm going to see if there's anything down that hole. Meet back here in five minutes."

All four finished and found the spot Sky had pointed out quickly.

"Still nothing."

They continued on into the forest. Then a bush rustled. They turned.

"Something's there," Riven whispered.


Episode 1

The Fairy Girl


"Eek!"

The three girls turned to their blonde friend. The dark-haired girl sighed.

"What is it this time, Stella?" the girl, named Musa, asked.

Stella lowered her arms lamely and mustered out, "There… there was a bug."

Her friends rolled their eyes and kept walking. There were few trees in this area of the town they landed in, but the sky had been darkened enough that it was difficult to see.

Examined closely, you could tell the quartet had been wearing the same clothes for a fairly long amount of time. Stella's way-too-big white sweatshirt that had been tossed on to keep the piece of clothing under it from ripping now revealed her bikini-like green top and a rip at her orange skirts size threatened to let it completely fall apart. Musa's one strap had ripped and been tied back to hold together while one leg of her jeans was considerably shorter. The violet-haired girl's clothes were in better shape, but holes were starting to tear all over. One sleeve had been ripped off the brunette's bright green shirt and her favorite pink skirt had unfortunately been replaced by a pair of black shorts after finally proving themselves ready to turn into pieces. All of the girls' had abandoned their shoes somewhere along the way, mud sticking to their feet much to the dismay of the testy blonde.

"Flora, can you check and see if the plants have seen anyone alive?"

The brunette nodded and let magic seep out of her fingers, into the ground. The plants leaned away sharply but eased forward as she consoled them.

Flora frowned and gave her friends an apologetic glance. "They don't trust me with information like that. But they will show us where we can get edible substances? …Tecna, they say those are poison."

The girl dropped the red berries in her hand and brushed herself off. "Well… I suppose that could be considered useful information. Let's go then."

They walked for two minutes before Stella screamed again.

"I'm… I'm going to transform and fly," she stuttered as Flora gently moved the spider away from.

Musa rolled her eyes. "I think that'd be better for everyone."

Stella huffed, but continued with her transformation. The orange clad fairy floated up.

Flora looked around. "I'm starting to get worried. We haven't seen anyone else from Alfea, Red Fountain, or Cloud Tower… Do you think something's happened to them?"

"I don't know," Tecna replied eventually.


The headmistress of Alfea walked around an apartment building, trying the every door to see if they were unlocked. Miss Griffin, who was following, blasted them open, making it a moot point.

"Oh, there's no one here," Ms. Faragonda despaired as she reached the final room. "This is horrible. If this planet with no magic is completely destroyed, imagine what will happen to Magix when they finish!"

"Calm down. Something will turn up," the headmaster of Red Fountain consoled her.

Miss Griffin groaned. "I doubt it."

Ms. Faragonda leaned against the wall and sunk to the floor, which truly showed the severity of the situation as the wise fairy found such a thing very unbecoming of a lady. "The only thing I can't understand is how the Trix got the Dragon Flame in the first place. It's supposed to be protected by Domino's princess. Daphne should be protecting it with the rest of the nymphs! And we still can't find any of the students…"

"They'll find us eventually," Saladin reasoned. "You put the protection field up, so it's not possible for them to leave. Calm down, Faragonda, it will work out. Let's just stay in one of these rooms for the night and surely things will be better in the morning."

Despite both of the women's disagreements, nothing was voiced as they were all too exhausted to argue. Taking care of schools and fighting witches with the most powerful source of magic was not something that mixed well for someone of their age. They opened a random door and took the apartment as their own… just for tonight.


The fairies continued to walk for a long time before their feet tired and the rest transformed so they could fly.

"My wings hurt," Stella complained for the nth time.

Flora's composure had been lost on this journey and she snapped, "We know, Stella. Ours do too."

Stella looked slightly offended. "No need to be so snappy."

The four floated into a clearing and collapsed onto the ground. They heaved breaths out, trying to catch theirs, and rolled on the ground. None of them could hold their transformations any longer and faded back into their original forms. The sun began to set, lulling them to sleep. Stella rolled over onto a piece of newspaper. She pulled it out from under her.

"'The Gardenia Times'…" She looked at her friends, and then her brown eyes clicked with recognition. "Guys, I've been here before! And I know a good place to hide. Plus it's not too far from here…"


A sword cut the branches of the bush off and tossed them to the ground, revealing a young girl with a long stick pointed at them. (It would do her no good, however, as she was paralyzed in fear.)

At first glance, the boys considered her to be a couple years younger, but despite her stature, it was clear she was around their age. Her long red hair was matted with who-knows-what by now, pulled into a ponytail for just this reason, and her slightly overgrown bangs almost covered her wide blue eyes. Whatever clothes she was wearing were no longer recognizable due to the amount of muck all over them, although it could be assumed she did this herself by the way they blended in with the ground. Her tennis shoes were worn down from constant running. After all this and the scratches marring her face, Sky noted that the redhead was fairly pretty.

"Who are you?" Riven demanded. She obviously wanted to say the same thing, but she shut her mouth.

Brandon pulled the redhead to her feet. "We should try to find the teachers and see if they can help us now. Okay, miss, we're going to take you with us because from what it looks like around here, you'd be safer."

She nodded her consent and began to follow quietly.

"None of the aircrafts will respond to the controls and I can't find anything electrical for miles," Timmy reported carefully, glancing at the girl to see if she responded. When she did not, he continued, "I think we're a little too far away from civilization. Let's head back where we came and see if anyone's taken refuge there.

"Have you heard from anyone, Timmy?" Sky asked. Timmy shook his head.

"No. Nothing from the teachers, and I can't see any of the witches' or the fairies' magic."

The redhead perked up. "Um… Did you just say fairies?"

The boys turned.

"Oh, look, she can speak," Riven replied sarcastically.

The girl looked down. "But… that's what you said, right?"

"Yes," Sky answered her carefully. "Why are you so interested in that?"

She blinked. "Well, fairies, um, aren't supposed to be real, so I was just wondering…"

"What about witches?" Brandon asked.

"We have enough of those," the girl muttered in such a way that made it known to everyone that she did not mean the kind of witch they were talking about.

Sky looked at the girl and decided an interrogation was in order. "What's your name?"

"Bloom," she answered quietly. He nodded.

"I'm Sky, and this is Brandon, Riven, and Timmy."

Bloom raised her head. "It's nice to meet you."

"Anyway," Sky continued, "how did this happen? Where were you when it started? Do you know at all what's going on here? Where are we?"

Bloom calmly ran all the questions through her head and said, "I don't know. Do you know what's going on? Where is everybody anyway, and who are you? Where did you?"

"What gives you the right to question us?" Riven asked. Bloom was already making him wary.

"Perhaps the fact that I'm the one from this planet—and don't try to say you're not. Fairies don't live here." The teenager's tone was incredibly sure of herself for someone who was not supposed to know about any of this. She waited for one of her companions to answer and tightened the hair band that was slipping out.

Brandon looked at her questioningly. "What makes you say that?"

"But it's true, isn't it?"

He merely scowled at the girl who surely knew more than she was leading on.


"Ms. Faragonda!" Flora exclaimed, rushing forward to the older woman. "We've been looking everywhere—well, for anybody really."

"I'm happy to see you girls too. We haven't heard from anyone else. Professor Saladin believes this city's electric system can't support the gadgets his boys are carrying around. Tomorrow, perhaps you girls can fly around and see if you can see anyone else from that distance."

Musa frowned. "Really? No one? Do you think anyone could've gotten captured?"

Their principal nodded sadly. "We can't even see any magic. I hope the Trix haven't come back."

"Flora, maybe you should ask the plants again. They might help," Tecna suggested. Her friend nodded and cast the small spell.

The women crowded around her carefully. Color drained from her tanned face as she spilled most of her energy into the final charm for today. When a magic stopped flowing from her fingers, she stumbled back in a daze while Musa and Tecna caught her so she didn't collapse onto the ground. "Th— …They said they'd ask the others, but it might take a while for anyone information to come back here. We'll just have to listen."

The principal then paused. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled. Rain began to pour, sticking hair to faces (also turning Stella's to a mossy brown) and streaking across cheeks like tears. The girls squeaked as the storm seemed to get louder. "Let's get you inside. No one should be out in a storm like this. I just hope everyone else can find shelter."


Bloom looked around carefully at her hometown. Quite a few of the buildings had fallen down, and the ones that were standing up were decorated with body sacs and other goop. Only a few weeks ago, Bloom had rode through her on her bicycle. She didn't know why that thought was making her sick now.

Her companions she was still a bit leery to trust were sleeping underneath a tree to hide from the rain. Bloom was actually slightly happy for the rain. Her hair was looking a little bit cleaner—almost enough to be called presentable. Then she looked around and sighed.

"I hope… something good happens."

Well, I hope this chapter turned out well.