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Chapter 1

September 2th. It was the day when all boys and girls were going to head back to school.

Mrs Faragonda was sitting on the chair of her desk, trying to remember the speech she had to say when all her student would be at the cafeteria. It was a usual one, only to welcome all the girls in a more gentle way than Griselda did a few moments ago, when she threatened them with exclusion if their results were too bad.

She had been headmistress of this school for almost 30 years, and each year, her students never disappointed her. They all had good results; they almost all won their final transformation Enchantix, and always managed to listen in classes of Mr Palladium. She knew it was thanks to them that Alfea was the most famous school in the whole Magic Dimension. And she was also aware that it was thanks to them that each year, more and more students ready to become fairies came at Alfea.

Someone knocked at the door, half breaking her thoughts. Without looking up from her sheet, Faragonda mumbled a simple "Come in!"

A young girl entered the room, dragging her suitcase behind her. "I'm sorry, Mrs Faragonda. Am I disturbing?"

"No, not at all. What is your problem, my dear?" Faragonda eventually looked up, as a sign of respect, as she always did. Then, she remembered who this girl was. Her tanned skin, her emerald eyes, her brown caramel hair, her soft and calm voice, everything came back on her mind.

"Flora! I wasn't expecting you." She stood up, walking towards her. She was looking down at her with an understanding and calming look, just as a mother would do when she would see her daughter sad. "How are you, darling?"

The brunette looked away while sighing, her soft smile remaining on her face. "As usual. I'm not bad, I'm not good." Her hands were shaking a little; and she was trying to hide her uneasiness by playing with a ring on her third finger behind her back. "I'm just okay."

Faragonda knew she was lying, but she couldn't blame that. She knew how much she had gone through lately. "I'm sure, one day, everything will get better."

"I hope so." Flora looked up at the headmistress. "I arrived late. I missed Magix's last bus yesterday, so I also missed Mrs Griselda's speech, and I didn't dare going to her office to apologize."

"I understand, darling." Faragonda smiled. "I'll explain to her, don't worry."

"Thank you. It's very kind."

"It's okay." Faragonda grabbed her shoulders on her hands. "I'm sorry darling, but you will share your room with other girls. I didn't find any other solution."

"It's okay." Flora couldn't help feeling a little bit nervous about meeting other people, but she couldn't blame Mrs Faragonda. She respected her too much for that.

"Don't worry, I've chosen the best students of the school. They are very nice and welcoming."

"I'm sure of it." Flora smiled. "I'd better go and find my room to unpack my things."

"Your room is at the third floor, at the middle of the corridor. Your name will be written on the door."

"Thank you, madam. For everything you've done for me." Flora answered softly; but, this time, she didn't look at the headmistress on the eyes, instead staring at the floor. "I wish I could pay you back."

"Don't worry, my dear. I understand how you are feeling right now."

Flora nodded before going out of the room, leaving Faragonda alone again.

Poor girl. She thought before sitting back on her desk, trying to remember her speech.

"I hope Griselda will never make such annoying speeches like the one she just did!" Stella groaned as she and the other girls were going towards their dormitory. "I can't believe she has done the same for 3 years!"

"Stop complaining, Stella." Musa sighed heavily. "It's over now."

"Plus, we have to put our things away." Tecna added while taping a text message on her phone. "And it won't be easy if you don't stop."

Stella sighed, before looking at Tecna's phone. "Are you texting Timmy?"

"It's none of your business, Stella." Bloom defended her short-haired friend. "Do we come into your and Brandon's relationship?"

Stella pouted, making Layla giggle behind her. As they arrived towards their rooms, Musa noticed something written on the sheet hung on the door.

"It looks like we will have another girl with us, this year. And she will share her room with Layla."

Opening the door, each girl walked towards their room they always had for 3 years: Tecna was with Musa, Stella with Bloom, and Layla, alone. But she wasn't going to remain alone for too long.

Layla sighed loudly. She wasn't antisocial, but she always preferred staying alone on her room, practicing or even listening music. She didn't want to be in the same room with a "girly-girly", always speaking of her boyfriend or with too much make up on her face.

"Maybe she will be a new member of the Winx Club! After all, we met on this dormitory!" Stella exclaimed from her room; Layla quickly understood they were talking about this "Flora" who was going to arrive. Stella, in contrast, was really excited about the idea of a new friend. It was true that Layla and Stella had always been opposites; Layla being calm and liking being alone, Stella being always enthusiast and always wanting to have parties with everybody.

Layla threw her last jeans on her wardrobe without taking care of folding them, and lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

It was already the beginning of their third year at Alfea. Layla, just like the others, had spent her vacations with her family on Andros. She never knew what she preferred between studying all the days, or filling papers all the days. She loved her parents, she deeply did, but being royalty was sometimes too much for her. Her father was always trying to avoid wars and conflicts, while her mother was always trying to find her the good boy, with whom she could be married one day. But, at this moment, her mother couldn't bother her with that. Instead, there was Stella.

Layla adored Stella. They both were really good friends and understood each other since they both were royalty, but she couldn't deny that Stella was often annoying; it was not only about mode, but about boys. Stella didn't like seeing her friends single, because she thought that "love was everything".

The door of the apartments opened slowly. Layla, hearing it, got up from her bed to meet the one who entered. Since this person might have been the girl with whom she was going to share her room, every rule had to be clear from the beginning. As she was about to talk, Layla refrained when she took a look at the young woman in front of her.

"I'm sorry. Have I mistaken with another apartment?"

She wasn't what Layla expected at all.

Layla was ready to meet a hothead and an unlikable girl, but, instead, she was quite the contrary. Her voice was really low and it was almost hard for her to fully understand what she said. When she looked up at her, Layla saw a concern and almost frightened look, which made her forget what she was about to tell her.

"Are you…" Layla paused; it was the time she needed to remember her name. "Flora?"

She nodded, a small smile appearing on her face. "Yes, it's me."

Layla stared at her for a few moments. This face… she already saw this face once. But where? When?

"So, it's you!" Stella said while walking next to her. "It's nice to meet you, I am…"

"I know who all of you are." Flora smiled before curtsying a little. "Princess Stella."

"Please, no "Princess" with us!" Stella said in a friendly way. "We are just like the others here."

"You really know us all, Flora?" Bloom stepped forwards, holding her blue rabbit Kiko on her arms.

The brunette nodded, her soft smile still remaining on her face. "You are princess Bloom from Domino; your Kingdom has been frozen for almost 16 years, in the course of which you were living on Earth with your adoptive parents thanks to your sister Daphne, who saved you from the ancestral witches. Now, you're living as a princess on Domino and you are engaged to Prince Sky from Eracklyon."

Layla was amazed. It was true that her red-haired friend was a princess and, because of that, was really known, but she always thought that her history of her being raised by a human couple on Earth was a secret for everybody.

"That's exactly it… How did you learn about my past?"

Flora looked down. "I have my sources."

"Why didn't you come at Alfea earlier?" Layla asked. "Aren't you going to get lost on the lessons?"

"It will be okay. I was on another school last year." She smiled at her, raising her emerald but shining eyes to her.

Layla stared at her for a few moments. Her smile was full of kindness and desire to show a good heart, but her eyes were showing a pain and describing a person who knew what suffering was. Her whole face was showing a person who was only trying to be strong, or at least pretending to be.

"I'd better unpack my things." Flora said while taking her suitcase from the floor. "Could you please tell me which room is mine?"

"This one." Layla pointed their room. "We are going to share it. I hope it's okay."

Flora nodded. "Of course, it's not a problem." She passed next to Layla, smiling softly at her. "Thank you, princess-" she stopped for a second before modifying "I mean, Layla."

She then entered the room, followed by Layla.

"I never met someone like this before." Bloom said, looking at Kiko who jumped from her arms and ran behind Flora.

"What do you mean, Bloom?" Stella asked as they walked towards Musa and Tecna's room, to help Musa unpacking, since she might have troubles with her instruments.

"I don't know. I don't think I ever met someone like this. She was smiling, but she didn't seem happy."

"Maybe she is uneasy because we are princesses. She seems to know a lot about us, that's why she might not feel comfortable here, as if she was a stranger."

Bloom didn't seem convinced. "Who knows?" She just said while opening the door of Musa's room and entering, followed by her best friend.

Flora was silent as she unpacked her things. Layla, who was laying on her bed pretending to be reading to look at what her chamber comrade was doing, noticed that a large part of her clothes weren't colourful; there were dark purple shirts, dark red skirts, dark blue dresses, but nothing joyful. What she was wearing was only a knee length black dress with tights and ballet pumps. She couldn't deny Flora was pretty; but her clothes' colours only strengthen her thoughts: Flora wasn't happy (it was something she remembered from Stella's speeches about clothes). She didn't even noticed Kiko on the bed, trying to catch her attention without success.

"So, where do you come from?" She asked, trying to start conversation.

"Linfea." Flora answered.

"You seem to know a lot of things about us."

"I know a lot of things about almost all royal families of the magic dimension."

"Where did you learn about Bloom's past story?" Layla put her book on her nightstand "This was supposed to be a secret for… those who aren't royalty."

Flora looked up again, and Layla was surprised to see that she was still smiling. "I was close to Linfea's royal family."

Was?

"And they often talked about Bloom, Stella, Musa, Tecna, and even you, Layla, because all of your families are allies of Linfea. I think I know more about you than you could imagine."

This expression, this way of speaking, she definitely knew them.

"Did we… meet each other once?"

"No." Flora shook her head with this same smile, finally noticing Kiko and starting caressing the bunny's head, who showed an happy face. "We didn't."

I've been planning to write this story for a while xD I hope you liked this beginning anyway, even if I know the plot isn't revealed at all there.

If you are a Fairy Tail manga reader, some scenes on this fanfic are maybe going to remind you of something! (I'm not telling you which one, you'll see!)

Reviews? :D