Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club.
I told myself I would never do a silly one-shot story. Apparently I was wrong. This is the result of a weird idea.
Please, don't take this seriously. It's meant to be a joke on par with: "A man walked into a bar. Ouch."
It was field trip day at Alfea. Today, the sophomore class would be visiting a monster preserve. Why? Because someone thought it would be "educational".
Veria was not convinced. Unfortunately, she had no say in the matter, so she joined her classmates for the "exciting" trip.
They arrived at the monster preserve without any incident, and the guided tour began. The tour guide was a scrawny fellow who was way too excited about the tour for him to be normal. Veria couldn't decide if he was a robot or simply brainwashed.
Four hours later, and it was still going. Veria was starting to yawn, and she wasn't the only one. One could only hear about dismemberment so many times before it started to get old. Suddenly, they heard a commotion from the pen they'd just passed. The one with the big minotaur.
Crash!
A section of the wall flew across the path, followed by the minotaur. It turned and faced the group of fairies. Lowering its head, it charged.
"Run!" Yelled several people.
"Get out of the way!" Many fairies cried.
"Charmix!" Veria said.
The minotaur kept coming. Everyone else had moved aside. It kept going towards Veria.
She blasted the monster with energy. It suddenly stopped charging and started floating into the sky.
"And that is why you should never mess with the Fairy of Up." Veria said.
A/N: Um, I got nothing. This is one of the weirdest things I've ever written. The Fairy of Up. I'm going to go lie down for a while.