Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic on the site, I am glad to say. I do hope it isn't too deplorable. The allure of was too great. I hope you all enjoy it!
This is just the prologue, so tell me what you think. I'll continue if there's good response!
Please R&R, flames accepted, of course. Constructive criticism welcome, and definitely desired.
Disclaimer: I own the winx club franchise in no way, only the plot of this fanfiction.
It was hard to describe that night.
Some would say rainy, but no, it was not pouring. It was more like a heavy drizzle.
Some would say terrifying. Not really, no dark powers were roaming that night, as far as he could tell, anyway.
Perhaps the appropriate word was cold. It was pretty chilly, and even he had a cloak draped around. He could see the dark chocolate being passed around in the inns, candles dancing their waltz before night even fell, logs being cut for the collective burning at 9. It was a pretty monotonous 5th of November.
And so, on that cold night, Riven had found a way to get out from the sights of the Specialists. What could go wrong? It was a cozy Saturday, and what better way to spend the night than with the fairies? Uncontrollable hormonal boys, as the others were, you could not blame them. Of course.
He paused to spit on the ground.
Bunch of spoiled fairies, using their gifts for fashion. Not that they were talented to begin with, anyway.
He never understood the Specialists, either. They had the sickening audacity to think that waving a couple of swords and riding in a fake spaceship would make them elite?
He was grumbling again. That would not do, not tonight.
And on Riven walked to the boundaries of Magix. The city was sparsely populated, at the best of times, due to most of the students in their respective compounds. On this night, he was thankful that the food served in Magix could hardly be called something more than a "pulsating, decomposing lump of varied organisms". Not that he came up with that definition - Red Fountain's culinary manager had.
He crossed another street. The exit was in sight, he cast another surreptitious look behind, and above him.
Nobody would notice Riven out of Magix tonight. He stepped out of the relative warmth of the city and looked out the draping forest.
At least it was solitary.
The snow made it hard to breathe.
The flakes suffocated her, and she turned away from the display to face the street. She coughed slightly, down into the snow.
Bloom looked up from the dress. It was a sky blue one, with pink lace at the neckline, and silver pearls studding the hem. It was short and girly, the sort that she liked. It would look good on Bloom.
After all, Stella herself had picked it. And who else had better fashion sense than her?
She coughed again. Okay, it was not the snow this time. She was spinning.
Oh god, not now. Not in front of them.
Stella leaned back against the glass. Their faces were blurring slightly, and her chest was aching horrid. It might have been her expedition last night. But it was necessary, and that was that.
She tried to cross her arms, thinking that it would help her look like her usual bratty self.
"Let's go back, Bloom. This shop obviously has nothing of quality."
Bloom was frowning now, and the peculiar, inquisitive look on her face was exactly what Stella did not need. "But you were the one who recommended this boutique! What are you talking about?"
Stella was panicking by now. She let her left hand fall from her mouth and spied a red mess dotting the pale skin.
Great, now she was coughing blood.
She forced her tone to remain insouciant. She looked at Bloom, another eye on the snowy white floor. It was now dotted with red patterns, seeping through the soft lumps.
"I changed my mind. This is not up to my standard. Let's go now."
"But - "
"Let's go!"
In her mind, Stella thanked the gods that she only brought Bloom and Flora out with her. With Tecna's eye, she would see the blood in no time. And Musa's stubbornness, she would need a whole lot of convincing before leaving. Flora, however, would just go with the flow.
Her mind worked quickly, all the while staring Bloom down.
"I forgot my wallet. And, I know for a fact that there is a better store that is going to open an hour later. We can attend its opening and get a discount. Now let's go."
Her voice took on the typical, bossy tone as she clenched her hand into a fist and marched off quickly. She tried to keep the stress out of her voice. Stella cleaned her bloodied hands on a nearby building and plastered a smile on.
She spun around. "Now who's coming? I also know an especially good lunch place near Alfea!"
Her heart rate did not slow when Bloom and Flora grinned back. Her chest did not stop aching. Whether from her internal damage, or from genuine sadness at lying to her friends, Stella would never know.
I hoped you all like it, I know it's just a prologue. If you liked it, and want me to continue, do follow/favourite/review.
They are real motivations, I tell you. At least submit one, for my first story?
:D thanks! (even if you didn't, you still read it...?)