Hi lovely readers!
I know it has been a while since I wrote a new Winx Club story but I haven't been inspired in a while.
Here is a brand new Winx Club story! Note: as with all of my other stories, this story follows the 4Kids Winx Club and the character and place names reflect this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club and make no money from this story.
I hope you all like this story!
The last person to play music in Melody was my mother…..before they stormed the castle. When I was eight years old, my hand was still small enough that hers covered it completely. My hands were hidden underneath hers as they danced over the piano keys. Every week my mother and I would sit down and play the piano together. She loved teaching me piano and I always loved the tunes she played. The music always made me feel better somehow – made me feel more energised and peaceful. Ever since I knew what the word 'piano' meant, I would sit down with my mother for hours every week, listening to everything she taught me. At the start of every session I would ask her why I needed to learn. She always replied, "You will learn someday."
Someday. What did she mean by that? What was so important about the layout of the keys and the pitch they each made? My mother always said that learning the piano was a family tradition, passed down for generations. My grandmother taught my mother, and her mother before that, and so forth. But why? I was the princess of Melody, the current sole heir to the throne that would one day be mine to rule. Why is the piano so important to my family? I never did get the answer to my question, not after that day.
My mother had a favourite song, a song that she used as my bed time story. She would always play it at some point during our lesson without fault. She knew it off by heart and could play it with her eyes shut. It was my dream to someday play as well as her and play the same song back to her without fault. The last time my mother played the piano was the last time I heard that exact song.
The music was so beautiful and enchanting that I hardly noticed the sound of swords striking each other somewhere in the castle. It was then my mother ceased her playing that I finally took notice of the sounds. The beautiful pale pink crystal hanging around her neck started glowing and I then began to see fear creep into her eyes.
"We must go to the chambers," she said to me.
Her voice didn't waver, even as screams began echoing a few flights down. My heart skipped a beat. I had never heard anything so horrible in all my young life. Why were people screaming? Our night of horrors festival was not for another four months. Even then, the guards would always warn me and say it was all pretend, that the costumes were all fake. Why? Why were my people screaming in my home?
Without another word, my mother grabbed my hand and pulled me off the stool. I was so small and light that she practically had me flying behind her, my feet barely touching the ground. We ran past the piano, leaving our things behind, towards the nearest door at the other end of the music room.
"Stay close, Musa," she said, again her voice not wavering.
The crystal around my mother's neck glowed a bright pink, causing her eyes to glow. Then suddenly, the doors flew open in front of us, gaining us access through a dark empty hallway. Then closed immediately behind us.
I had never seen this hallway before. My mother and father always allowed me to explore all reaches of the castle to my heart's content, except through those doors. Why was I suddenly allowed entry to this hallway? Why was mother suddenly allowing me passage?
The moment we started running down the hallway I began to understand why. The walls were exposed concrete, covered in a damp smell. Large lit candles were the only thing guiding our path. I had seen similar tunnels like this before. I used to play with Stella and the others through these tunnels. We used them to explore the castle quicker whenever they came to visit. But not this tunnel.
The screams of pain and echoes of swords clanging together echoed through the walls. Whoever is making that horrible noise couldn't get through the doors. Was this a secret tunnel? If so, we must be walking directly through the fight. Screams of terror and noises I couldn't even describe echoed louder, almost like they were happening right next to me, and were more frequent.
I didn't understand what was happening, but it was horrible. Tears started forming in my eyes and I could feel my heart beat fast. It so loud that I could hear it over everything else around me. My mother pulled me down numerous corridors, and down a flight of stairs. My mother suddenly stopped when a dead end appeared in front of us. I was about to cry in fear and turn around when the grip on my hand tightened. My mother's eyes glowed again and with a wave of her hand, the bricks in front of us slowly removed themselves, like pieces of a puzzle, and started shifting to the left and right. Suddenly, a small hole big enough for us to step through formed. With my mother leading, we stepped through the hole and came a long and dark corridor at the bottom floor of the palace. The bricks quickly fixed themselves removing any trace of an entrance.
At the very end of the corridor stood two large oak doors. The screams continued, getting louder from behind. I started hearing people running towards us too. How were we found?
My mother must have thought it too for her face turned pale. She gracefully knelt down in front of me, taking my hands into hers. The fear in her eyes reappeared and she looked sad at the same time. I hated seeing my mother sad. I wiped some of the tears from her left eye with my hand. She gave me a sad smile.
"Hide in there, my lovely Musa," she instructed me. "The great crystal will protect you."
My mother and father always mentioned something about the great crystal but whenever I asked about it she always replied saying that I was too young to understand and that she would explain to me when I was older. Funny, my mother and father never told me a lot of things, looking back on it now.
My mother gave me one last look, as if she was trying to commit me to memory, and she kissed my forehead.
"Down here!" I heard someone yell.
"Remember who you are," my mother said. "You are our people's only hope, Musa."
And then her crystal sparkled, and the large oak doors opened before us. Inside, I saw a large giant pink crystal hovering mid-air inside the chamber. I had never seen anything so magnificent and yet daunting at the same time. It sparkled whenever rays of light hit the crystal. I never knew that deep inside the palace walls there was a giant crystal.
Before my mother could push me inside the chamber, a large shock wave hit us from behind. I screamed, feeling my muscles pulse and ache, as I was sent to the ground. I had never experienced pain like it before. It felt like something was ripping through my every muscle instantaneously. I could barely breathe. My mother cried out my name, but she did not fall. She stood her ground, trying to shield me from the blast, standing to meet the intruders head on.
I looked up and saw a large magenta-haired man with a beard, dressed in what appeared to be a blue military uniform, and a brown and green hued-haired woman dressed in a blue and purple catsuit-style uniform.
"Queen Matlin, yield!" the man ordered.
"Never!" my mother replied. I had never heard my mother speak in a voice higher than a melodic and comforting tone. She sounded so determined and vengeful. Whoever stood before her was obviously not liked by my mother.
I saw the chamber doors still open and I could feel a large pull beckoning me inside. I don't want to leave my mother's side, but the pull was too strong to ignore. Following my mother's wishes, I started crawling towards the oak doors, the long navy dress slowing me down.
"Stop her! She can't get inside!" the man ordered.
Before I knew what was happening, the brown-haired woman shot the same dark wave towards me and suddenly my mum stood before me again. She screamed so violently that it shook me to my core. The scream would forever haunt my nightmares. Then, without another word, she collapsed onto the ground in front of me, without another word.
That was the day the music died.
So that is prologue. Let me know what you all think so far!
Until next time xx
~AngelAlexandra~