A/N:

Hm.

I really love Flora, most of all, well Flora and Musa.

I decided to try an alternate universe fic' with Helia and Flora.

The characters may be OOC, but bear with me.

I don't own Winx Club.

This chapter won't be too long - I ran out of ideas, so this is sort of like a prologue, a small intro to get you interested - hopefully.

Enjoy:3

Flight;

Chapter One: Anywhere But Here

"Flowers are beautiful, they signify meanings quite beyond human capabilities, they tell a story, they are radiant."

The soft pitter-pat of the rain always silenced her fears, shattered the strong determination she felt to escape where all humans roamed. Her dark jade eyes lowered towards the gravel, her pink sneakers scuffing the splattered mud pressing contact with the rainwater formulating in puddles. She was always running, for when she grew too weak she would transform into her real form - a faerie with a glittering outfit that sparked to much attention, and wings that unfolded against her back. Civilians would always call her a horrid creature, because they didn't understand her at all. She wouldn't harm anyone...she wanted someone to believe in her.

All her life, she was turned away from. Solitude had taken it's toll and she was pushed aside by her mother who grew sick and stricken with sorrow at giving birth to something from myths. Her father had left her once her mother grew sick, claiming that she wasn't his daughter. Who would want a faerie as their daughter? A girl with wings that grew from her back, a girl who could control plants and formulate powers within them?

A soft sigh slipped past her small pink lips, her fingers moving nervously to twirl a strand of her honey-colored tresses that flowed down to her waistline. Dark jade eyes watched as people passed, young adults swinging their linked fingers back and forth as they dashed romantically towards safety. Young children splashed around in the puddles, laughing in glee.

She had never experienced true friendship, although it may be girls liked her for her being a faerie, they just took advantage of how she was so different.

"Hey Flora is it? Can you bring my plant back to life? So I don't fail class!"

"Sure, I'd love to, I just need to - "

"Oh god, just do it now please."

"I...okay, sorry."

Projects, that's all she ever was asked to do for when girls were involved with herbology or something of that matter, they used her energy to bring plants back, or make beautiful flowers bloom outside their window for their thug boyfriends.

Her fingertips played with the hem of her pink midriff top, puffy sleeved, while her tan legs squeaked on the asphalt from beneath a pink skirt decorated with strawberries. Was she beautiful? She thought she was pretty...but nobody had ever told her she was beautiful and meant it. Lost in her thoughts, she began to walk through the light downpour, not minding the way her clothes stuck to her frame.

She had nowhere to go, so it wasn't like she could be scolded warmly by her mother for staining her clothes with water, drenched to the bone or for her father to tease her that she was showing off for boys at the local fighting school - Red Fountain.

When she was little, her grandmother - who passed away but loved Flora even with her unusual secret - took her to see the school of Red Fountain, there Flora met older boys training to fight for their school and gain scholarships. Her young eyes traveled to see a young boy with light blue hair training with who she assumed was his older brother with dark blue hair. They two boys - short and tall - had swords that matched their eyes - green and blue - and they sparred, perspiration forming on their skin, and breathing hard.

The boys of Red Fountain always fascinated her but after her grandmother died, the boys learned of her secret and thought she was a freak, all except for the Headmaster Saladin, who was great friends with her grandmother. He understood how she felt, for he had powers too that the boys were unaware of. He had told her if she ever needed a place to run, she should come to him but Flora didn't want to intrude...years had passed and surely those boys who had taunted her were gone but with new boys - and cruder attitudes - would Saladin still be nice to her?

Her lips parted to inhale the sweet scent of the rain, mixing with her overpowering strawberry shampoo, her skirt spun as she twirled, letting the rain cascade down in sheets against her skin, her hair sticking to her face, her honey-colored bangs running into her eyes. Ignoring the attentive and appalled stares of passerby's her shoes led her through a nearby forest that surrounded the whole are of the world she was stuck in called Magix.

The realm consisted of three places, Magix - the center place for markets, events, parades, Cloud Tower - where "evil" scientists traveled, doctors, and young women wanting to be different, and Red Fountain - where boys called Specialists trained their fighting skills.

Her fingertips caressed the birch wood of the trees, the rough bark signaling they had been through rough times and she gently whispered towards the ground, letting flowers bloom around the trees so they wouldn't feel lonely. Her shoes moved against the soggy grass, her hair whipping across her face and against her moisturized lips. Her thoughts carried her away from reality as she stared in awe around here - surely nobody would come into the forest for the night? She could sleep here and not worry about Saladin worrying about her.

He still looked out for her, knowing she felt so lonely and afraid without anyone there but she constantly tried telling him she was better of alone, she was after all something everyone in existence strayed from.

Her lips formed words silently against the bark and a branch leaned down to pull her up towards the safety of it's millions of leaves and strong branches. Although the bark dug into her back from loose twigs she ignored the pain and curled up, letting a blanket intertwined with dozens of soft leaves cover her. Sharp winds still continued to torment her as she tried to blank her mind and fall asleep. Giving up hope knowing that a tree wouldn't block out the harsh winds, she jumped down to sprawl against the damp, cushioned grass, her form shaking with cold at the base of the tree.

Her eyes snapped open suddenly as the wind whispered words of deep concern 'Young Flora a boy is looking for you' she felt her heart beat uncontrollably in her chest. Of course, Saladin would send someone out to look for her. He was worried, she was out in the rain and he knew she hadn't a place to sleep for tonight. Shutting her eyes to block out the world, tears streamed down her cheeks and she heard a deep voice, drenched in concern speak.

"Are you...Flora?"

"Yes." She whispered, and her eyes peered through her bangs to see a beautiful boy with long blue-black tied back with a hair piece, and same colored eyes blinking down at her. He wore the usual Specialist uniform, and his gloved hands moved to caress his chin carefully.

"Sorry but, Saladin ordered me to find you and bring you to Red Fountain, Flora." His voice didn't hold the hatred everyone spoke with in their tone as he addressed her, maybe because he hadn't seen her transform yet but she knew if she stood she would, she felt weak, damaged.

"Oh...all right."

The boy held a gloved hand out to her, helping her up and she slipped over the wet grass stumbling into his form, her breath whooshing out of her lungs. She collapsed against his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched the fabric of his uniform, her body beginning to transform, her wings billowing behind her back, her sparkling attire appearing.

"I'm so...sorry! Please...don't hurt me." She whispered sadly, fear forming into her eyes as he held onto her arms to steady her, his eyes dark and infinite.

"For what, Flora? Being a faerie? That's nothing to be ashamed of."

"What...? Everyone...everyone hates me because I'm one."

"Faeries are beautiful, I've read up on them always wondering if the myths are true and then my uncle Saladin told me he had a mission for me, to look for his dear friend Flora - a faerie, that you'd be around my age. Of course, I was intrigued, a fairy girl at my age? So I accepted...and wow. Your beauty astounds me..." He whispered, wrapping his cape around her small shoulders.

"T-Thank you." She replied, her cheeks turning a dark crimson, her finger shaking against his cape.

"Let's get you to Red Fountain." He led her towards a small hover bike where he climbed on, handing her a pink helmet while he placed on a dark blue helmet and he began to drive towards Red Fountain, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Thank you, Helia for bringing me Flora." The beautiful boy who had rescued her - Helia - smiled, and his words left Flora speechless, and blushing profusely in front of Saladin.

"It was my pleasure, Saladin." Saladin grinned, his arms folding across the top of his cane protectively as he eyed Flora, drenched to the bone, her eyes wide with wonder as she stared at her sneakers.

"Flora...why didn't you come to me?" He asked gently, beckoning towards Helia, who approached quickly. Helia simply nodded and waited for Flora to speak.

"I - I was afraid...I knew how Red Fountain thought of me, I would've just been a burden...a mythological creature staying here? What would it do to your reputation? I couldn't stand the teasing...the...insults." She whispered softly, and Saladin's gaze softened.

"Flora...you know only Magix's thinks that, not I or the new Red Fountain recruits. Now, you must be tired and hungry. Follow Helia, you will borrow his clothes, and he will get you something to eat, you may sleep in his corridors for the night, don't worry he won't bite." Saladin laughed cheerfully and shooed the young two kids out of his office, his eyes filled with a knowing spark.

Flora anxiously followed Helia down the corridors, her wings starting to fade and watched as boys jaws dropped in amazement as she followed Helia, her cheeks turning redder by the moment. Helia smiled to himself secretly, leading her towards his private corridors, where inside he handed her a huge long-sleeved shirt and baggy boxers. Changing into the warm clothes, she snuggled into the fabric, stepping out of the bathroom she was led to and realized Helia wasn't inside.

"He must've gone to get food..." She whispered to herself, falling onto his bed which looked so inviting with the covers pulled down. Her form curled into a ball as she closed her eyes, sleep overtaking her. Her wet hair sprawled along his pillow, her breath coming out soft and peaceful. Helia walked back in astonished to see her fast asleep, but he grinned placing a steaming tray of cocoa and chicken by the table beside his bed. He gently pulled the comforter over her frame, his hand pushing back her bangs to place a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful Flora."

A/N:

I like this a lot:D

Hope you enjoyed:3

Sorry for any typos!