AN: This fan-fiction is the final instalment of my Blood Wars trilogy. If you haven't read The Blood Wars or The Blood Wars II then I highly recommend you do to avoid any confusion.

Please note that this fiction will begin with a T rating but progress later to M. Additional warnings relating to content will be posted above specific chapters where required. Please follow them and take note, all warnings are there for a reason.

Thank you everyone who has followed and reviewed the previous two stories inside this trilogy, I truly appreciate all your suggestions, thoughts, feelings and ideas. This story would not be what it is without your reviews and support, so thank you.

This story will focus on the third book inside the Hunger Games book series Mockingjay but will not follow the direct storyline or structure of the book (if you're looking for a copy of the original with the names changed then look elsewhere). It will, however, borrow particular elements and settings suited for the characters I've chosen to use.

So, without further ado, we are at the beginning of the end. Here is The Blood Wars III…

The Blood Wars III

A Winx Club / Hunger Games Crossover

Written by Chrissiemusa

I do NOT in any way, shape or form own The Winx Club or The Hunger Games Novel Mockingjay, they belong to Iginio Straffi and Suzanne Collins respectively and I am not making any money out of this fan-fiction.

Prologue

Pain

It wasn't the usual pain, the kind that came and passed quickly or could be masked by a variety of pain killers, that could be erased with a single needle jab into her arm and removed by a serum. It was the pain of a broken heart, which, although now floating in two pieces below Flora's rib cage, still weighed heavily on her lungs. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling; her world eclipsed in a blur of fog and mind the same.

Helia was gone.

Not in the literal sense, though he very well could have been dead for all she knew, but he wasn't by her side, or down the hall. He was in Magix, probably being tortured for information about how they escaped the arena and where the citizens who managed to escape from District 12 were. He would never tell them anything, that much she knew, which could both be the one thing that kept him alive or bring his downfall.

Icy was gone.

She had been taken with Helia from the arena by Magix's ships, removed from the arenas blast and taken away before Faragonda or any of the remaining mentors could register what had happened. She wondered whether Icy would be alright. She too was strong, both of mind and body, but in the hands of the Ancestral Witches her fate could very well be sealed. Anything was possible when the world was a giant stage and the Ancestresses the master puppeteers.

"Flora," Faragonda spoke, stepping into the room to her right. They were in an underground cavern created by the people of District 13. The district that many thought was entirely desolate hadn't been what it was and, those who had been smart enough to live underground undetected, had created a new underground world. They secretly readied their own airships, their own weapons, food sources and health supplies. So when the news came that District 12 was going to be destroyed people fled into the woods and into District 13's wasteland.

It wasn't long before District 13's leader, Oritel, appeared with his troops and asked for their intentions. Before they knew it the live and wounded were moved underground for their own protection.

District 13 was essentially a baron wasteland after it was attacked; the only part that still stood triumphantly against all the odds was the old palace. It rose high into the sky and, although broken and crumbling from years of neglect, still stood as a testament to human courage and survival even in the harshest of conditions.

"How are you feeling?"

"Tired," Flora admitted, returning her gaze to the ceiling. Faragonda looked at the young woman's tray table, still covered with untouched food. "You really should try and eat something… you'll need your strength."

"Why?" she asked, tears forming in her eyes. "What's the point…what's the point of all of this? Why didn't you just let me die?"

"Because I care about you and Helia wouldn't want that."

"But he's not here, is he?!" Flora snapped before closing her eyes as her head started to pound. "He'd be better off without me… you all would."

"No! We would be worse off." The mentor replied, taking the nature fairy's hand into her own and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You and Helia have changed everything…you have managed to bring the world out of itself, to make the districts stand up for themselves against Magix, you have shown them what it means to fight for freedom and that, Flora, is the greatest gift that any of them could hope to receive."

"It doesn't matter," she mumbled, shaking her head. "All those people, fighting against the army, all they are doing is putting themselves into more trouble, putting themselves at even greater risk! I've killed them all!"

"No you haven't!"

"Yes I have!" She pulled her wrist from her grasp. "They were better off just living in fear, we were all better off just living in fear!"

"Listen to yourself!" Faragonda yelled, seizing the patient by the shoulders and staring into her eyes. "You lived in fear your entire life, you saw as the ancestresses organise games that killed children right before your eyes. You managed to survive the arena once, Flora, which was good, but a second time, that was a miracle. You broke their arena, you broke their defences-"

"And in the process hurt the people I love!" She cried. "Helia-"

"Isn't dead," Faragonda interrupted. "Freedom is worth the price that anyone pays… we have all suffered enough under their rule and you have given us the spark of hope and opportunity that we needed to finally take back our freedom."

"But people are dying…because of that, and because of me."

"Only because they believe in you and what you stand for. You cannot control individual people, Flora, but you can lead them." She shook her head from side to side.

"No… I can't do it."

"Yes you can," Faragonda sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and relaxing her grip. "Why do you think you can't? Is it because of Helia? Bloom? Daphne?" Silence filled the space between the two before Flora parted her lips.

"Once I told myself that as long as we were together everything would be okay…but now I know it was just a lie, something comforting for me to tell myself… to make me feel better, but I'm lost without him, without them." She turned away, blinking her tears into submission but they continued to flow. "How can I be a leader when I can't even convince my own body to listen to me?"

"Flora," the nature fairy closed her eyes, she stared at the white tiled floor, finding it difficult to do anything. To breathe, to think, to contemplate their circumstance. "I think it's time you saw."

"Saw what?" She asked when Faragonda took her hand into her own and pulled her from the bed to get dressed. Once ready she was walked through the various underground passages and into the brilliant light of day. Faragonda guided her up a long flight of stairs and, when they reached a door at the top Faragonda stopped. "I didn't want to show you this… I was worried that it would hinder your recovery, but I think that you need to see it with your own eyes to understand." Faragonda's hand turned the doorknob and both were eclipsed with light as the door opened. When her eyes adjusted Flora saw the forest that she loved with all her heart burnt to ash. The trees that were once so beautiful and green and rolled over the hills were gone, replaced with plains of burnt black ash and smoke that bellowed into the sky. Darkness had confirmed in the land as large landing spaces for bombs ripped large holes and crevasses in natures usually beautiful canvas.

She felt her heart ache once more as tears threatened at her vision, but this time she didn't fight them. They fell silently down her cheeks and landed on the floor like raindrops from heaven. Around the base of the castle were people, the injured still being shuffled in by airships. The hologram before her showed everything, district twelve had been flattened, not a building stood and the search for survivors had been going on for days but Flora had missed it all. Had been too busy resting and recuperating after her own needs to see the devastation that surrounded her. She fell to her knees and Faragonda raced forwards to make sure that she was alright.

She didn't look her mentor in the eye and kept her eyes trained on the destruction before her. The innocent plants that had helped her when she grew up, whom she had travelled into with her father and who her family had spent countless hours in. The place where Helia proposed, where she cried until she couldn't anymore on the night of the quarter quell announcement, where she had gone to say her goodbyes before her first trip to the arena…it was all gone now but a memory. A beautiful memory, wiped from her vision by the Ancestral Witches and their plans, angry at her ability to foil them in their game again.

She hadn't died, that was what caused so much destruction. If she had just jumped into the water when the games started or stood still on a pedestal and waited for the end then it would have all been okay. If she jumped into the shield like Helia had and sacrificed herself then none of this would be. But it was too late now. Everything that she loved had been harshly ripped from her grasp and no matter how hard she stretched to reach it again she couldn't get it back.

"This is what they did," Faragonda noted, hearing the strangled gasps of the girl at her side. "But you can change it. We can change all of this. The other mentors have returned to their districts, they are waiting to hear what you want to have happen."

"But I don't even know," she shook her head. "I don't know what I want!"

"Yes you do… just think about it." Flora swallowed hard before biting her teeth together.

"I want the District Games gone forever, the reapings, the arena, everything to be destroyed. I want there to be no more Avoxes. I want Helia and any other captives freed. I want all the districts supplies to be shared between one another so no one goes hungry or without shelter," she paused, clenching her fists as the faces of all those who had gone before flashed before her eyes. "And I want the Ancestral Witches dead."

"Then let's make it happen," spoke a voice from behind making Flora look over her shoulder at the young man standing behind her, his shoulder length blonde locks blowing in the breeze. She stood to her feet and looked him in the eye. "Flora this is Sky, our informer… he sided with us just after your win in the first District Games and provided valuable intel about his father's plans for the Quarter Quell."

"You sent the pocket watch," Flora realised and he nodded silently, before bowing his head and then lifting his blue eyes to look into her own. An airship flew overhead suddenly, its under-blades chopping the air.

"Run!" Sky commanded, pulling Flora's hand through the main doors with Faragonda following closely behind. They raced down the stairs just in time to hear a huge bang. Rolling down the stairs as fire billowed from above, the top half of the castle started its decent.

Sky scrambled to his feet and pushed Flora out of the way of a falling beam as Faragonda used a shield on another large chunk of rock debris to let them pass underneath. They made it into the main dining hall and Flora couldn't help but admire its beautiful paintings and tapestries. The floor was bare but still held and enormous amount of power. Her star gazing stopped the moment another two ships, on both sides of the room, fired through the windows.

Two massive magic blasts ripped through the external walls with another shuddering boom that shook the floor and, when a piece of it broke completely, the three of them crash landed onto the floor below.

Faragonda got onto her knees when Flora and Sky helped her the rest of the way up and they aimed for the basement. Hurrying down the winding staircases as quickly as they could before the air around them cooled, they found themselves at just one of the many entrances to the underground labyrinth. Knocking on the door a panel opened and Sky scanned his iris. It scanned the corridor and then let the three of them in before it sealed shut and, for the first time since she had first come into this underground den of survivors, she saw the entire inner workings of the kingdom.

Hundreds of tunnels and tube systems lead to buildings encased with shields to prevent any rubble from falling above. Another distant boom sounded from above, shaking the earth and releasing dust from above onto the pathways below but no one seemed to notice. They moved from one position to another, some pulling carts with rock, others storing food inside the largest storage facility she had ever seen. There was a greenhouse full of various plants, herbs and species of animal that had managed to survive or were used for the sole purpose of meat. Cats and dogs were looked after by children for the pure sake of giving them something to fill their days, and the forever white glow of the hospital wasn't the only part covered in its brightness.

Walking to the right they boarded an elevator which took them down to another seven levels to the 'ground floor' and below that were at least twenty others, each one serving a specific purpose. Ground floor was where most cargo was moved, below that were the storage sheds, plants and facilities. Below that was the main meeting hall designed large enough for all residents. Then the dining hall where there were two sittings, early dinner, usually reserved for the elderly and for young families, the second sitting later in the evening for soldiers. The hospital was below that before three floors of training facilities for the army. Another level down was the airships that they had managed to create using scraps of others that crash landed during the first war, weapons and siege machines were housed so far below that Flora wondered how they managed to get back to the surface, but Sky quickly explained they had a way for everything to function.

The next ten levels were all various apartments for residents to sleep in and then they reached the bunker, the lowest part of the kingdom where all residents would evacuate should any of the previous 'top' floors be damaged.

It was a marvel to say the least and once the elevator stopped inside the bunker Sky opened the doors and lead the pair down the corridor to another room. He opened the door by its handle and Flora smiled.

Anagan walked to her first and took her into his arms. "So you finally decided to join us," he joked as Flora looked at the surrounding screen TV's. On them were the other eleven districts and their representatives.

"Flora, may I introduce your tactical response team leaders," Sky said rather diplomatically before standing up tall.

District 1 – Erakleon – Roy

A young man stood confidently before the screen, his upper arms showing his true muscular build and strength. His blonde hair stood upright above his darker coloured skin and he seemed confident and controlled. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

District 2 – Solaria – Bartelbey

Bartelbey was a proper gentleman. He wore a cream coloured suit and a monocle over one eye, its golden chain attached to his jacket pocket. Flora noticed the way that he bowed slightly and how his long white ponytail jostled slightly as he did so. "At your service."

District 3 – Andros – Nereus

The coral behind the young prince shone beautifully with the light from above and made the young man's light purple hair shine with delight. Somehow, even amongst the danger and darkness of the world, this one gem had still managed to be saved. Nereus held his right hand to his left shoulder and he bowed slightly in the water. "Where you go I will follow."

District 4 – Quantum – Lucy

Flora's face immediately lit up as Lucy smiled and waved at the camera. She had bags under her eyes and looked paler than usual but Flora was glad to see that she was still doing okay. The two didn't know what to say to one another but words weren't necessary, their eyes said it all. The ghosted tears that appeared in Lucy's spoke volumes. Flora hadn't thought about what effect her death would have on those around her before, she believed honestly that if she had just conceded defeat and died inside the arena that it would have been better for everyone. But when she saw the happiness written in the young witches features it truly made her wonder whether she had the ability to lead everyone to victory, to a new life. "We can do this," Lucy smiled, holding up the slingshot that Riven had made for her best friend Mirta.

District 5 – Downland – Maia

Maia was a tall, thin but tanned woman. She didn't look the same as others that usually came from Downland and were paler than a sheet of paper. Instead she was tanned a deeper shade of brown and her eyes were wide and full of wisdom and wonder. Flora suspected that she may have been a previous victor, or some form of elder within the community. As Sky explained she had actually grown up alone on Pyros and remained underground to avoid suspicion while she snuck her fellow Downlandian friend's food and water. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Flora."

District 6 – Gaien – Zarathustra

Zarathustra was a previous victor. She was pale and her bob dark blue hair emphasised just how luminous her skin truly was. She didn't look too old but Flora reasoned that the emotional scars aged you more than any form of external appearance. She nodded her head seriously rather than using words and Flora did the same in return.

District 7 – Melody – Du Four

"It's nice to see you again," Du Four greeted and Flora smiled. She and Helia had been well acquainted with the melodian victor in their victors visit. She peered through her glasses and Flora saw just how exhausted she appeared, but she supposed that the preparations were already in full swing and, with each district waiting on a definite action plan, there was nothing they could do but sit tight and wait for command. "Melody is waiting for your response," she explained simply before Sky continued the introductions.

District 8 – Whisperia – Aurora (Ice Fairy)

The young woman onscreen reminded Flora a lot of Icy, not just because of her piercing blue eyes but because of her eye-shadow and generally pale complexion. She was an imposing fairy even though she was small in stature. Her blonde hair sat on her shoulders and she raised her head in inclination, knowing that Whisperia's past was a difficult one for the other districts to understand. If she hadn't already been killed, Flora half expected to see Griffin standing there in her place.

District 9 – Zenith – Babatea

An older woman that oozed intelligence. Her hair was curled strongly like wire and she sat straight backed and looked through her glasses. Flora wasn't sure whether she was a previous victor or not but had a feeling that like Ophelia, Glenn and the others who had come from the realm, she would be an invaluable asset.

District 10 – Earth – Diana

Diana, the strong willed earth fairy didn't offer any form of recognition to Flora and she didn't expect it, after all, all of her experiences with tributes from earth hadn't exactly been pleasant ones or ones that were long lived.

District 11 – Rythum – Rio

He was a young man who reminded Flora of Anagan though without the beard and longer hair. Rio's hair stood on end and he looked like a rap artist though was clearly a drummer judging by the drum kit sitting behind him on camera. His eyes were a piercing dark brown that almost looked black and he smiled ever so slightly to acknowledge her presence. It was a bittersweet reply but spoke volumes, 'district eleven will always support you.'

District 12 – Linphea – Faragonda

"Faragonda has been taking your place until you were well enough to join us officially," Sky explained before her mentor approached and placed a hand against her shoulder.

"But it's your turn to take up your post now, Flora. It's your turn to help lead your people into the future you want," Faragonda explained and Flora nodded, making the older woman release her grasp and take a step back near Anagan by the door.

District 13 – Domino – Oritel

At that moment another man walked through the door, his stubbled beard surrounding his mouth and crop of dark magenta hair upon his head. He strode in with confidence before holding his hand forwards and Flora took it firmly, giving it a shake. "Flora, this is Oritel, the District Thirteen leader and its previous king," Sky explained before turning to everyone to start the proceedings, Oritel taking a seat on the other side of the room while Flora was lead to another vacant seat where she could see all eleven screens at once.

"I feel that in light of our recent addition to the team we must discuss our base principles," Sky announced before opening an older text on the table to the front pages. Written inside was the original agreement between the districts when they first rebelled, unsuccessfully, against Magix. "Each of the representatives here have been selected by those who wish to rebel inside their respective districts. In order to decide the fate of Magix, and the nature of the attack, all thirteen districts must agree to combine their forces, food, supplies, military machines and other essentials together. All thirteen district members must reach a consensus relating to specific battle elements and plans and each district representative is responsible for keeping their citizens quietly informed of our plans."

Flora had no idea how grand a scale this assault would be. She knew that they needed to fight and retain their freedom, but she had no idea of the enormity of it all, and the weight started pressing on her shoulders. Millions of people's lives would be risked in the pursuit of an idea, but one that Flora knew had to occur. She might have fought against it for so long but Faragonda was right, now wasn't the time for complacency, it was the time for action.

"Today's meeting will be to get the rebellion wheels in motion," Sky continued, lifting his head from the original manuscript. "Are we ready for rebellion?"

Silence filled the room and not a person answered until Flora felt something pressing her to the be the first. "Yes," she spoke confidently, earning the attention of everyone in the room.

"Yes," Du Four followed, she'd seen far too much chaos and injustice in her lifetime to let it continue any longer.

"Yes," Lucy answered, her hand clutching the slingshot ever tighter in her grasp and soon the others followed. One by one, each member agreed until it came down to Oritel. His decision weighed heavier than the others because his kingdom had already fallen after the previous attack. They had been lucky enough to survive, and create a place for them to call home, but what would happen this time? Would they be completely wiped out from history forever?

Finally he lifted his head after looking down to a small locket held between his fingertips.

"Yes," he agreed and Sky recorded their responses and the time and date in their log for confirmation.

"Then let the rebellion begin."

A/N: Please review and let me know if I should continue.