Here is an AU of the Winx Club, I promise to get this story going since I personally think it's a nice story plot, I've got our heroes in different roles but, of course, this will be an MxR fic since I'm a fan of them. Still, this story is all about love, family, and friends. Hope you guys like it :)

Chapter 1: Feathery secrets

At the stroke of midnight the grand clock rang loudly throughout Dominion City as the pouring rain filled the town with its dark gloomy aura, the area was lit up by dim lights, the streets were muddy and the cold air showed no mercy to the drunken men who stayed up to booze away their problems.

In short, it was just another normal midnight in Dominion.

Or so it seems.

At the farther, more suburban area, of the City was a big enough apartment that housed 250 children that were found, abandoned, abused, or even given up. It was Alfea Children's Home, a haven for orphans of any race or gender.

"What is it?" one of the elder children, Daphne, looked at the mysterious little basket that Miss Griselda, the keeper, brought in their room.

Before midnight stroke an ear breaking cry was heard on the doorstep of Alfea and the founder, Faragonda, just so happens to be getting some warm milk on the ground floor. She passed by the main hall and heard the wails growing louder and louder. Concerned, she quickly went to the source.

Daphne, alongside the other children, was huddled away from the basket that shuffled and excreted noises from time to time.

"Be nice" were the only orders Griselda had given as she dropped the basket on the empty bed, afterwards, she left.

So the kids who had woken up had curiosity eating them when they saw the thing starting to move and make sounds, but no one dared to go near it.

"Maybe it's a aminal" Mirta, the youngest of them all, was hiding behind Daphne.
Daphne smiled "Don't you worry now. Miss Griselda won't let an animal in here with us, that's too dangerous"

But the looks on the younger children didn't change, fear and confusion shadowed their faces and Daphne knew she had to prove a point to them.

"Alrighty" she patted Mirta before walking over to the restless basket, small coos and cries could be heard more loudly, but Daphne wasn't scared.

As she got closer Daphne saw a pink dirty blanket and sparkling bright azure eyes looking at her, stopping whatever it was doing and stared blankly at her, wondering who she was.

"Well, "Daphne giggled and lowered both her arms in the basket to carry the quiet little one "Aren't you a sweetie"

The other children's eyes grew bigger and the sound of relief escaped their chapped mouths. One by one, they walked over to Daphne.

"Don't worry" she hushed the now agitated child "They won't hurt you. No one will hurt you here"
Mirta, being the smallest, pushes herself to the core of the circle manages to get to Daphne "Can I see it?"
Daphne nods with a smile "Here you go"

Mirta's eyes sparkled as she saw what was in Daphne's arms; she had never seen anything so small or soft in her life. Given she was the last person in AHC who entered like that, she was thrilled and excited. Both their eyes froze, only looking at each other, Mirta felt a surge of protection running through her while staring back at those small blue eyes, she knew what she'll have to do to the unannounced guest.

Mirta looked up to Daphne and, with the highest squeak she could produce; she asked "What do you call it?"

The bells of AHC rings when the clock strikes 3, that means the children are allowed to run out the home and play until the sun has settled. When school and homework's are done they scurry out the wooden doors, run down the squeaking stairs, and race of to the fields to play.

"Mirta? Mirta!" Daphne was cautiously dodging the screaming and laughing children who were trying to get out of house; her chin was held up high as she searched the ocean of children for a pale redhead.

She looked left. She looked right. She looked at all sides. No sign of Mirta, again. That girl could sprint out this house in a matter of seconds, but be minutes late when classes start.

"Daphy!" a small wail could be heard from the inner side of the house, Daphne was already by the door, searching and scanning the faces of the children exiting.
She looked at the source, only one child called her Daphy "Musa?"
"Daphy!"

As the last of the toddlers ran out the house a little pale blue haired girl is running towards Daphne with tears running down her red cheeked face, her dress had mud stains, one of her knees was scratched, and her pigtails were a mess.

"Sweetie" Daphne welcomed her with open arms and the little girl crashed into the embrace, sobbing and hiccuping like the child she is "What's wrong?"
"Knutt and Sel-ene were picking on me"-hiccup-"Again"
Daphne let out a gush of air and shook her head.
"Did they hurt you?"
She nodded.
"How'd you get here? Did Miss Griselda help you?"
"Mity saw and told me to go and leave her; she said she'll take care of it"
"What?"
"They pushed me down and laughed. Mity was there and told me that she'll talk to Knutt and Selene"
"Oh no. Musa, where is Mirta? What did you last see?"
"I don't kno-ow what she did"
"Okay, sweetheart, but where is Mirta?"
"Music room" she pointed to the corridor from where she ran.

Daphne takes Musa's tiny hand and rushes over to the little girl's favorite place in the house.

Knutt and Selene were 7-year-olds who picked on Musa ever since the spray paint incident. It was a year ago but the two little bullies never let her live it down, of course a 4 year old didn't know how spray paint works, she still had troubles with a brush that time. Needless to say, that incident had Musa blue for a week. Knutt and Selene started the taunts, and then the other kids joined in.

Knutt was a blonde chubby little boy who hated to shower while Selene was dark haired little girl who loved mischief, they and Mirta had been sworn enemies ever since the two picked on Musa a year ago, and Daphne had been losing it since.

"Now, now, we'll get this mess fixed in no time" Daphne assured the sniffling child.

"What? You gonna hit a girl, Knutt?" Mirta was panting while she wiped the dirt from her forehead; she was eyeing Knutt who was also panting, leaning on the wall of the room.

By door was Selene, she was sitting and resting on a nearby shelf that housed the different wind instruments that children played. She had her turn to fight against Mirta but no 7-year-old could beat a 10-year-old, especially one who's been fueled by anger. Nope, Mirta was on a role. Selene had been pushed, shoved, and hair-pulled by Mirta and was currently taking her defeat by the door.

"You're no girl, you're a freak!" Knutt spat out and rubbed his cheek from the slap he got earlier, Selene did not take losing lightly.
Mirta grinned "That makes two of us then-oh wait-don't forget about Sele-ene" she teased as she said the name.

But before any more action could be done Daphne, with a sobering Musa beside her, barged in the room with a peeved look on her face as she eyed the 3 children in the room who remained still, trying to change the air they created in the first place.

"Mity!" Musa runs to Mirta, clinging on to her like the dependent child she is.
Mirta pats her head and looks up at Daphne; the look on the teenager's face gave her the chills.
"Knutt, could you please take Selene to her room?"
He nods "Okay"

They watch as the two help each other and leave the room, their posture all messed up and both looked tired and worn out.

"And Mirta, "Daphne starts, giving lectures was a normal thing for her now, and this was nothing different "I thought I told you to stop with these fights? Didn't the last one teach you anything?"
"But Daphne, you should've seen those two. I leave Musa for a second to get some juice and when I come back they've got her down with a scrape on her knee, she's crying and they were laughing and-"
"Stop it, Mirta" she grabs her wrist and pulls the redhead closer to her "I don't want any more fights between you and Knutt and Selene, got it?"
She nods.
"If anything like this happens again I'll have you removed from Musa's room and you will not have afternoon time for a whole week, understand?"
Mirta's face scrunches up, her own little way to plea, Daphne doesn't give in "Fine!"

She stomps out the room leaving Musa confused and Daphne tired from the mess of the day.

It was almost 5:30pm, the time where kids would usually be coming back in the house to wash up and get ready for supper, they poured inside and ran across the halls and rooms to wash themselves from the dust and sweat they got from playing out because the rule was: Wash before you eat or else you won't be taking your seat.

But in the toddlers room was a dejected redhead who was by the window, watching her other friends and classmates come inside the house. She sighed and buried her face in between her folded arms.

"Mity?" Musa pushed open the door to the room she slept in.
Mirta got her head up and looked up to the little girl "Musa, hey, what's up?"
"I'm sowy for getting you in twouble"
"You didn't" she shook her head "Daphne just doesn't like it when we hurt other people, it isn't a nice thing to do"
Musa looked at her with a pouted lip; she eyes looked bigger than usual.
"C'mon, Moo" she teased.
Musa dug her two big teeth on her bottom lip and smiled "I'm not Moo! I'm Musa!"
"Really? I thought your name was Moo?"
"Nu-uh!"
Mirta laughed and stood up; she pushed Musa to the door and led her out "Yeah, yeah. Let's go get some dinner"

Downstairs was already a riot, children were still running around, the grownups were evading everyone, and the food was almost set on the tables. Musa and Mirta joined the mob of people and looked for the usual seats, the 10th table that seats 8 people and is the nearest one to the bathroom.

"Now no hiding or throwing any of the vegetables you hear?" Mirta sits them both down on their seats.
Musa nods "Yes"
"Seriously, Muse, last time you said yes I found carrots growing under chair"
She suppressed a laugh, holding her entwined fingers to her mouth.
Mirta raised her eyebrow and smiled "Promise?"
"Promise!"

As the rest of the kids got to their tables Miss Faragonda, Miss Griselda, the caretakers, and the teachers gathered to their seats. The children hushed one another, simmering the noise of the house.

"Well then," Miss Faragonda spoke up "Let us give our thanks"

Everyone in the room bowed their heads and clasped their hands together. Miss Griselda started the prayer as everyone else began to join in; thanking for the blessings each one of them is receiving.

Once done they dug in to the food that was served.

"Is everything okay here?" Daphne looked at Mirta and Musa's table, checking up on the two kids she grew closer to the most.
"Yes" they both said in unison as each of them ate messily.
Daphne grabbed the cloth that was clipped under Musa's shirt and began to wipe the child's face "You should learn to eat properly, sweetie, you'll get your clothes dirty"
"I will!"
She smiles and turns to Mirta "You too, little lady"
"Mmm-hmmm!" Mirta nods as she concentrates on her dinner.
"Alright, I'll see you girls later" she pats both their heads and leaves the two to finish their meal.

By the time Musa had finished Mirta was in the restroom washing the stain she got from the mashed peas on her shirt, it was her favorite shirt and waiting until laundry time was too far away, so she told Musa to finish her food and wait for her to finish.

Musa had finished all her food except the veggies she received, mashed peas and baby corn. She had to find a way to get rid of them before Mirta comes back, and she knew just where to put it.

"Jawed! Jawed!" Musa called to her friend, another toddler, who sat on table 9, a table that was just behind hers.
He looked at her.
"Over there!" she pointed to the staircase.
He looked at it.
Musa then spooned her veggies and placed it on the empty plate behind her, Jared, who was sitting on the opposite side of the plate, was still looking.
"I don't see anything"
"That's 'cause it went up alweady" she huffed with both arms crossed.

Jared shrugged his shoulders and left the table. Musa was still left on the table feeling happy about her veggie-less dinner, another meal without the greens.

"Just don't forget to return it tomorrow, okay?" Selene was tromping back in the mess hall with Knutt behind her.
"Your blanket is safe with me" he assured with one hand up and one place on her chest.
Selene walks over to her table, table 9, and takes a seat.
Knutt follows.
"Hey, I thought you ate those already?" Knutt points to the plate set on Selene's side.
Selene looks at it and frowns "I did, I even had some ketchup on the baby corn"

Selene looks around and then back, seeing Musa enjoying herself without any reason got her blood boiling. She glared at the 5-year-old and saw that there were pea stains on the table cloth and floor, a trail leading near her chair. Selene closed her eyes and exhaled. Boy was she hating this day.

As she opened her eyes Knutt just watched as she made faces of annoyance, her nose wrinkling, eyes narrowing, eyebrows furrowed, and her lips were forming a scowl. She looked at him and made gestures. She pointed at the peas, he nodded, she pointed at Musa, he nodded, she then fisted her hand, and he grinned.

Both of them jumped down from their seats and turned to face Musa's chair.

Knutt took hold of the chair and slowly pulled it to them. They walked over to her, with the plate in Selene's hands, and showed the contents to her.

"I think this may belong to you" Selene smiled sweetly at Musa, a smile that made her shiver and freeze.
"Don't worry, we'll feed it to you" Knutt grabbed Musa's arms and held her firmly to her seat.
Musa's face started to redden and her eyes showed fear.

But before she could do anything else Selene had already pushed the plate on to Musa's face and mushed the peas and corn on the poor child, green and yellow vegetables were falling on to the girl's shirt and shorts, and she was wiggling in despair.

"Taste, eh?" Selene was laughing as she continued.
Knutt followed "Next time, eat your own vegetable"

A hand landed on Selene's shoulder and it gripped tightly on her with more force, Mirta pulled, hard, and sent the 7-year-old girl back to table 8. Knut withdrew his hands and ran over to Selene.

"Musa, are you okay?" Mirta took the napkin on the table and began to wipe Musa's face.
She nodded but kept herself from crying.
"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up" she pulled Musa up right and continued to clean the mess Selene and Knutt made.
"Get that brat a leash next time" Selene barked.
Mirta remained calm but was on the edge already "As long as you stay on yours"

Selene had had it and erupted; she ran to where Mirta was cleaning Musa and pulled the redhead away from the teary eyed little girl. Selene shoved Mirta that sent her way of the edge. Mirta fired back; she pushed Selene harder, sending her back to Knutt.

Mirta faced Musa once again and smiled at her "We'll get these dirty clothes off and then we'll head upstairs to change"
"No" Musa cried "I can't have a bath without Daphne"
"It's okay, I'll give you a bath"
"No!" she protested "Daphne!"
"Musa" her tone was warning.
She shook her head and pouted "No"

Mirta sighed but didn't listen to her, she wiped Musa's clothes, saw how bad the stain was and how it got through the cloth, Musa needed to be out of these clothes as soon as possible. So, she grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled.

"No! Stop!" Musa squirmed "Daphne!"
Mirta pulled harder "Listen, Musa, I need you to get out of these clothes or else you'll smell like peas and corn"
"Stop!"
"Musa!"

Mirta was successful and got the shirt off of the child, but because of the force both of them had fallen to the ground, Mirta hitting the floor first with Musa on top of her. Mirta heard two loud gasps as she got herself together.

She looked up and saw Selene and Knutt staring at the kid they were bullying; utter shock was the only expression they could show. Mirta sat up and saw what the two children saw.

Musa was lying on her belly, crying. Tears were running down her face, nonstop, and her face was redder than Mirta's hair. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Running down the stairs Daphne emerged into the mess hall, she looked around before spotting where all the noise was coming from. Once she saw the situation, all the blood from her face was drained.

"Musa" she called out, slowly walking towards the exposed girl.
She looked up and ran to the only person who knew her secret "Daph-y!"
Daphne took the child in her arms and had this discomfited expression, she was eyeing Mirta the most "The three of you, to your rooms"

Daphne walked up the stairs and left the 3 children, gaping. As Daphne disappeared from the mess hall a small sample of what shocked them was de-attached from Musa, it landed on Mirta's foot.

Mirta picked up the soft white feather and blinked. That was real.

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