DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WINX CLUB.

So this was the new story that I was talking about in one of my earlier updates. I can't believe I wrote this in one sitting and in three hours! Oh well. I hope the hard work my fingers suffered does pay off :P

Okay, that's enough of me blabbing. Moving on!

I hope you enjoy this one :)

~ Palace of Solaria - 7:30 PM ~

Her high heels clicked against the reflective marble surface. Her eyes pierced through each member of the council as if zooming into each of their souls. They bowed as she walked past them and remained in the same stance until Her Highness finally left the grand throne hall.

The Princess of Solaria walked through the halls in a monotone fashion, mimicking the proper princess etiquette she's been enduring since childhood. Her golden colored dress scintillated through the halls of Solaria. Maids, workers, and servants bowed as she walked by. She smiled at each of them genuinely, which, of course, wouldn't considered as proper etiquette for a princess. She was nothing like her martinet father, Radius Solaria, and her commanding mother, Luna Solaria. Her father was a strict disciplinarian while her mother was strict and straight-laced. There really isn't any difference between the two. However, their personalities clashed violently with that of their daughter's.

Stella Solaria is a carefree and lively girl, or at least, she used to be. She no longer sported that behavior. Despite at a fairly young age of twenty two, she was forced to give up her freedom and her dreams. To the outside world, the Princess of Solaria is the only child to Solaria's great king and queen. And therefore, she was spoilt and had possessions at the command of her will.

It was true. She had the freedom to ask for anything. She had the liberty of spending money at her will. She's required to present herself in the richest of silks and fabrics everyday where each dress cannot be worn again. Even though she enjoyed these luxuries in the beginning, she surprised herself by quickly growing out of materialistic possesssions. She resisted her royal life. While other girls would kill for a chance to be her, she wanted to give it up for a normal life. She didn't possess every thing. She didn't have everything. She didn't have the greatest gift of all: freedom. It was taken away from her the moment she graduated from the prestigious school of Alfea three years ago. Alfea is a promiment and the most prestigious school for girls like her to develop their powers and grow into full-fledged fairies.

Girls from every realm attended this school. Girls like her. She missed Alfea. She missed being there. Because she was an everyday girl in that place. There were so princessess roaming around the campus that people weren't really enlightened by her presence at all. Not that she wanted them to. She can laugh at her own will. People were allowed to criticize her. But here? No, none of that existed. Any form of disrespect against the nobility of Solaria could result in a horrendous punishment or death.

God...why? Stella thought as she opened the door to her room. She stood against the door with her back attached against it. She eyed herself in the mirror across the room. Her eyes lacked luster and didn't gleam the same way they did a few years ago. The entire court of Solaria could see that...except for her parents.

She eyed her room. At least she was allowed to decorate her room according to her wish. The walls were a soft orange mixed with a golden yellow. They were painted with stars and suns, a reflection of Solaria's environment as well as her own powers. The walls had babbles and beautiful trinkets of orange and yellow star-shaped bottles, representations of her own fairy dust pendants.

Her bed was king-sized and stood in the center of the room. On the other side of the room rested her a polished brown wardrobe which could hold an endless supply of clothes. A result of her spell years ago. She didn't have the same energy and zeal she had before.

She knew that she was still young but at the same time, she felt old and hagged. She hated the constant meetings and suffered each day to follow the rules enforced towards her by her parents. Her room was her only solace now. Her only comfort and pleasure.

A single lone tear rolled down her cheek as she thought about her golden days of her youth. She missed her best friends...

Bloom...

Flora...

Musa...

Layla...

Tecna...

She missed them all so much. She kept in touch with them regularly. Thank God for that or else, she'd go crazy in this sad, lonely life of hers. Bloom and Layla also suffered the same fate as her. The three grew closer over the years since they're all princesses with the same rules enforced on them. At least Musa, Flora, and Tecna led happy lives.

Stella hasn't left the palace since three years.

Three long years...

She's been harbored and arrested in this place for three long, lonely years. It was enough for anyone to grow detached and feel isolated.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Stella quickly wiped the tear on her face and adjusted her dress. She turned around and coughed slightly to make sure she didn't have any lumps stuck in her throat.

With a deep breath, she opened the door. Her face transformed into one of indifference instantly.

"Your Highness, you are summoned by His Majesty and Her Majesty," a young maid informed her with a bow.

"Thank you. Please. Don't bow in front of me again," Stella asked earnestly.

"But, Princess," the maid stuttered.

"It's an order. Do not bow in front of me again," Stella cut her off instantly. Leaving the young girl slightly bewildered and awed, the young blonde passed her calmly. Stella's eyes slightly flared as she made herself through the throne room. This was her way of rebelling. Slightly, at least. Asking anyone older than her to call her by her name and stopped anyone from bowing...at least in front of her. They can pretend all they want in front of her parents, but she wanted to show at least the people who reside in the palace that she's someone they can trust.

Her heels halted as she stood in front of her parents. They were dressed in royal attire as usual. Her parents were the polar opposites. One possessed the powers of the sun and the other harnessed the powers of the moon. Their powers even reflected in their attire. Her father usually dressed in orange/brown robes while her mother wore dresses tinted with various shades of blue and silver.

"Mother. Father. You asked for me," Stella said without any emotion in her tone. She bowed slightly before standing up properly.

"Your Highnesses, this is our darling daughter. Stella, be a dear and come greet your in-laws, sweetie. King and Queen of Augustus, please do meet our daughter," Luna sweetly said as she smiled at her daughter.

Stella's eyes widened as her lips parted in shock. It was then that she noticed two more people sitting in the hall. "W-w-w-what?" she whispered.

"Oh, Stella, it's such a pleasure to finally meet you, dear. We've heard a lot about you," the Queen of Augustus spoke with a warm smile. "My, my, Radius, it's truly a jolly that we'll be getting a beautiful as well as a brave daughter-in-law," the King smiled as well. Stella's eyes darted between the new king and queen as she struggled to get a single word out.

"Stella."

She looked at her father whose eyes held a warning. She understood the meaning of those eyes. It means that she was being rude.

"H-h-hello, Your Majesties. It's nice to meet you," Stella bowed as she looked down at the floor struggling to keep her tears at bay.

"Radius, Luna, you're truly blessed with a great daughter," the Queen spoke, clearly impressed with Stella's manners and politeness.

Luna smiled, "Oh, Heather, we've heard wonders about your son too. I heard he was one of the best specialists at Red Fountain a few years ago."

Radius nodded in approval. "Indeed. So when shall we have the wedding?"

Stella's eyes glimmered as she listened to the four adults quietly. Really? I can't believe they're doing this to me! Stella screamed at them internally in her mind.

"How about in a week? Our son loves your daughter absolutely. And we believe that she is the best fit for him too," the woman spoke.

Best fit?! How can you decide that for yourselves, you wretched woman?! And you call yourself a queen?! Stella yelled internally. It took all her power to not contort her face into a strong glare. How could they do this to her?! Her golden irises turned a fiery orange as her hands shook slightly and shimmered a light yellow with anger. She struggled not to hurl a sphere of light directly at each person in this room who dared to call themselves a king or queen, including her parents.

Calm down...they seem to be leaving, Stella chided herself as her hand soon dimmed down. No one seemed to notice her ongoing battle or the raging fire inside of her. Or...maybe they did notice. But they chose not to care.

"We shall take your leave. We do have an appointment to get to with the Kingdom of Eraklyon. Thank you so much for such hospitality," they both bowed in front of Solaria's Majesties.

Stella resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Thank you so much for the hospitality?! Thank the servants whom you probably look at with such contempt! the blonde glared at them in her mind with disgust. This was it. This was the last straw. Her parents had gone way too far.

She watched as the king and queen of Augustus soon left the throne room. Her parents stood up and strictly ushered her to follow them outside. Armed guards stood outside as a red ship soon came into view. There was an insignia engraved into it, presumably the coat of arms of the Kingdom of Augustus. Stella watched in nostalgia as she recognized the ship with ease. She was all too familiar with the ships of Red Fountain.

Her mother nudged her, making her come back to the reality. Stella, along with her parents, bid them goodbye. A wistful smile of reminiscence played on her lips when she saw the ship come to life with a humming roar. Cyan rotating blades emitted from underneath for support as the ship started to hover a few feet into the air. The trio respectfully stood there as they watched the ship ascend into the skies until finally disappearing into the horizon.

When it left, a sigh escaped from her lips. Her parents turned on their heels and Stella was forced to follow them.

Grudgingly, she maintained a few paces behind them as they made their way back to the throne room. It was a only of minutes that Stella found herself standing in front of her parents.

"Stella. You could've been a little more courteous towards our guests," Luna scolded harshly. The blonde struggled to hold back tears. "What?" she asked clearly taken aback.

"Your mother is right. A proper princess should'nt have to be told to bow in front of other nobilities," her father conceded with his wife.

Stella's eyes dilated in anger. Her eyebrows furrowed together as her lips slightly pursed. Really?! This is what they're gonna say to her!? Enough is enough.

"Really?! You both have the gall to tell me to be respectful when you clearly don't follow the same principle?!"

"Young lady-!" Radius stood up with indignance.

"No! You don't have the right to tell me show respect when you treat me like a puppet! I wasn't told of this arrangement beforehand! So excuse me if I was startled!" Stella poured her harbored frustration.

"We didn't tell you because you'll make a hissy fit. Like what you're doing right now," Luna spoke calmly. "We know what's best for you. The Prince of Augustus wants you as his wife. You should be grateful for that."

Stella bit her lip trying to not let the tears fall. If she let her pain out, it meant that she lost. It meant that whatever she was worth now...it'll all be gone. She'll be nothing more than a ragged doll.

"I'm not grateful! I'm angry, mom! How can you not even consider my opinion?!" Stella yelled, not even bothering to conceal her anger anymore.

Luna calmly addressed her once again. "Like I said before, we know what's best for you. And you will love the prince. He's handsome and he's rich. What more do you want?"

Stella looked as if she's been slapped. Is that what's embedded into their minds now? That she's shallow?! She didn't realize that's what everyone thought about her. She didn't realize that her very own parents thought that she was a girl who went for appearances and stature rather than character and personality. She admitted that she was distracted by looks in the past, but not anymore. She changed. She has grown. She became more mature and understanding.

"Is that why you married dad? You don't deserve to be a queen! You are an absolutely disgusting wretch!" Stella hissed in an angry whisper. Now it was Luna's turn to get angry.

"STELLA!" Radius yelled.

"Stella Solaria! How dare you?!" Luna yelled as she stood up. Her midnight blue eyes flashed as anger seeped through her. Her body shook slightly as magic burst within her. With a snap of her fingers, she aimed it directly at her own daughter.

Stella's eyes widened as she saw a midnight color sphere being hurled at her. Before she could comprehend what's going on, the sphere collided against her chest. Stella let out a shocked gasp as the sphere transformed into a bubble and enveloped her form.

"What's going on?!" Stella called out as she tried to break the bubble free.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Luna spoke as she descended down the steps.

Stella looked at her mother in shock. "...You'll hurt me?"

Luna frowned. She took a few steps towards her daughter. "I'm your mother, Stella. This is a barrier. With each blow you give it, it only grows stronger."

"Is that a threat?" Stella asked with a raised eyebrow. She has battled plenty of crazy witches, monsters, ogres, and evils before. A stupid blue barrier is hardly enough to break her confidence.

Radius crossed his arms. "No. But this is a warning. You will not disrespect your mother or me ever again. You will marry the Prince of Augustus. Whether you like it or not."

Luna snapped her fingers again and Stella felt herself float. The blonde angrily glared at her parents as she felt the bubble carry her away. As they went out of view, Stella's eyes shimmered once again.

The bubble safely carried her to the center of her room. Stella watched as the bedroom door automatically closed and clicked itself shut. She let out a few deep breaths to keep the tears at bay. A huge lump formed in her throat as she let out a choked sob. She flopped to her knees as tears cascaded down her pale cheeks. She cried into her hands. Her body shook with tremors as her cries only grew louder.

She hated this life! How could anyone be jealous of her?! She's not even free to say what's on her mind. She didn't know how anyone could suffer this mental torture. Each day was nothing short as a day in hell. All the meals at the dinner table were awkward. Not a normal conversation took place. It was all about other kingdoms and business proposals and other gibberish that Stella couldn't care less about. Her parents never interacted with her. The dining table was large enough to accommodate at least fifty people but only three people sat there every day. And every other day, kings and queens from other realms would visit the palace. Then the dining table had a chance of getting filled.

But the truth was, Stella hated all of that. She hated acting posh. She hated everything about royalty. She used to love her status as princess. Her parents were devoted to her and they showed actual love to her. But ever since the mighty Valtor rose from his punishment of eternal sleep and stole the magic from Solaria's second sun, her parents tightened the reigns around the kingdom. Stella's eyes brewed fresh tears once again as she thought about those memories.

All of the walks down the beach with her parents, the vacations, the dinners, the birthdays, and all the festivities...

None of those existed in her life anymore.

And now some stupid prince wants her. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time in her life, she hated her beauty. She wished she was an ugly troll instead. Maybe then, the prince wouldn't want her anymore. He's probably just interested in her as a possession. He probably just wants to use her. She sobbed as she lay down on the floor into a curled ball. Dear God...please let this nightmare end, she cried endlessly into her hands.

Stella opened her eyes and instantly stood up taking in her surroundings. Where was she?! The room...looked like her room but also looked so strange and distant. "I've been waiting for you, princess," a deep voice whispered against her ear from behind. She let out a scream as she jumped in fear. Before she could turn out to see the perpetrator, she let out a yelp as he grabbed her from behind and threw her on the bed. Stella screamed in fear as her head collided against the soft cushion of the pillow. She felt dizzy for a moment but quickly shook it off. She moved to get up only to be pinned down by the same man again.

"Nah uh uh," he winked. "You're not going anywhere. I've wanted you for sooooo long...and now that you're my wife, I can finally have you." Stella's eyes widened. She let out a scream as his hands pinned her arms above her hand. He buried his head against the nape of her neck and placed kisses against her collarbone. "NO!" Stella screamed as she tossed and turned trying to get him off of her but he was just too strong.

"Scream all you want, baby. I want to hear you," he whispered eerily against her ear before resuming. He used one hand to clip her arms above her head while using another to undress her. "NO!" Stella screamed as her throat went raw. Hot tears streamed down her face as she struggled to get him off of her.

She was going to be raped. In her own bedroom.

~ 1:30 AM ~

Stella screamed as she sat up jolted awake. She let out a breathless gasp as she panted heavily. Frightened, she looked around her surroundings. The moon shone from outside her windows, providing enough light for her to look around. She frantically whipped her head left and right for any signs of intruders and clutched her heart in terror. Sweat ran down her forehead and neck in small beads as she struggled to catch her breath. It was a nightmare. A pure, raw, torturous nightmare. Tears fell down her pale face as she closed her eyes and shook her head trying to get the frightening images out of her head.

She dreamed that she was going to be raped. By a faceless man. Stella sobbed sorrowfully. Is this her fate now?

She cried for a while until her sobs eventually reduced into sniffles. With a tear-stricken face, she looked at herself. She was wearing the dress from this morning. Stella picked herself up. No. I won't let myself be destroyed! she thought to herself.

"I have to get out of here," Stella whispered to herself. She concentrated on her powers. She could feel her magic powering her and flowing deeply through her cells. Her hands shimmered a bright yellow. Her eyes turned into a dark orange as she hit the translucent barrier with all of her power. She stumbled slightly on her step as she felt dizzy from the spell.

"No effect. How could this be?" she whispered to herself. She felt slightly weak from the excess crying and the lack of energy. Her mother's magic was strong. There was no doubt about that.

"With each blow you give it, it only grows stronger."

Her mother's words echoed through Stella's mind. "You've battled worse situations than this," Stella smirked to herself. "ENCHANTIX!" Stella yelled as she glowed radiantly from within. She shut her eyes as her magic only deepened. Her curly updo disappeared as her hair grew longer and slightly lighter with pigtails growing higher up her head. Her dress transformed into an orange tank top with blue midriff straps paired with an orange and pink flowery skirt. Her barefoot sandals travelled along her ankle uptil her knee. A tiara perched itself atop her head. Jeweled wings grew out from her back giving her a majestic appearance. It felt like ages since she last transformed. She opened her eyes and smiled as she saw her fairy dust bottle hanging from her neck.

"Fairy dust!" she activated the bottle. The bottle came off from her dress and rotated in air. Stella held the bottle as she flicked it around herself. The dust sprinkled around her and Stella eagerly waited for the barrier to break free.

Her eyes dimmed in disappointment once again. Nothing. "How could this be?!" Stella asked herself in disbelief. It could only be for one reason. Fairy dust only breaks dark spells. But...this was no dark spell. Stella's eyes widened as she finally understood the magic of the barrier. It's a locking barrier typically used for convicts to prevent them from escaping. And her mother had the gall to use it on her own daughter.

"How do I get out of this now?" Stella bit her lip as she looked around the room for anything that can help her. She gasped when her eyes rested on the dressing table.

The Ring of Solaria.

It wasn't compulsory for her to wear the ring now that she's transformed into an Enchantix fairy. So...she had placed it aside. This barrier can withstand the attacks on the inside...

"...but not from the outside," Stella finished her thought with a small smile.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the ring. The ring of Solaria was crafted from a flame of the Great Dragon's breath. It rightfully belonged to the princess of Solaria. And no one can take its magic from her.

"Great Dragon...please help," she pleaded as she focused every bit of her energy on the ring. "Please help. Please," she pleaded earnestly as a few tears leaked out of her eyes.

Her eyes shone when the ring floated up in the air. It rotated and soon transformed into a silver sceptre. Stella's eyes brimmed with happiness as the sceptre acted for itself.

The scepter seemed to stand for itself as it hurled orange blasts towards the barrier. The blonde fairy watched with awe as the barrier began to break. After a few more blasts, the transparent barrier became nothing more than sparkling dust. Still disbelieving her eyes, Stella took a few steps towards her scepter. She held the magic object tenderly. "Thank you," she whispered as powered down from her form. She was exhausted having used up all of her energy to give power to the ring.

She transformed the sceptor back to a ring and placed it on her finger. She'll never part with this magical object again. It was too valuable for her. Not only because it saved her life, but also, it held so many memories. Memories of her friends. Memories of her past. Memories when she was actually alive.

Stella smiled as she looked at the ring once more. Sniffling, she looked around the room once more. She needed to get out of this hell hole. Making up her mind, Stella sprinted to the bathroom. She washed her face with warm water. She took off her dress and stepped into the shower. She set the water and turned it up to full heat. She moaned slightly as her stiff body began to loosen. Showering quickly, she stepped out in a towel.

She moved towards her wardrobe. She took out an orange full-sleeved shirt and black jeans as well as brown leathered boots. Perfect attire for running away. She removed the pins from her updo and shook her hair loose. She brushed her hair and removed all the tangles. Her curls transformed into wavy locks. She brushed it up into a high ponytail and let her bangs out. Perfect.

Stella grabbed a bag and filled it with all of her casual wear. Summoning a bit of her energy, she transformed the bag into a ring and fit it into her finger. Always travel light. She took out the ring. She threw it up in the air and watched with a smile as it transformed into her trusty scepter. She panted slightly out of breath. She walked towardst the window weakly. With a deep breath, she swung the sceptor once in the air. She closed her eyes as she began to feel the familiar sense of dissolving away.

~ 2:15 AM ~

Stella opened her eyes to see herself surrounded by a meadow and sleeping cattle. She collapsed to the floor as she panted clearly out of breath. She turned around and wasn't surprised to see the castle still in view. Even though it was night, the castle gleamed with magnificience. She needs to rest for a few hours. And then she can teleport herself to a far away distance.

She looked at the palace one last time. It'll be the last time she'll ever see it again. Turning around, she took a deep breath as she ran across the open lot and soon entered a dense forest.

"Goodbye, Solaria," she whispered as she ran through the night never to look back again.

Thank you for reading :) Please review! I hope you liked the first chapter. Whether or not there'll be a second one totally depends on you! :)