Les Âmes Convergentes (The Convergent Souls)

by Aigie-san

AU. "- [...] And one day, I was told that the war was inevitable. One day, I was told that the war was necessary. One day, because I was, because I am, more powerful than many others, I was put in the front line and I was told ; "survive"." [Genderbend] [Rating M because it's going to be violent very dirty.] [Genres susceptible to change.] [TRANSLATION]

Author's note : Because I had to change the names, these are the matches (connections ?) :

Bloom : Olbom - Flora : Flower - Layla : Leÿ - Musa : Milo - Stella : Lastel - Tecna : Necat

Darcy : Dark - Icy : Ice - Stormy : Storm

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A'sN : This story can be find on my skyblog ; MissingxWorld.

This is a fanfiction ; Iginio Straffi is the creator of the Winx Club.

/!\ FOR A WARNED PUBLIC /!\

SCENES WHICH CAN SHOCK THE TOO YOUNG READERS

Les Âmes Convergentes

(The Convergent Souls)

Prologue

Olbom wasn't particularly tall but he was muscular. He was a fairy, the one of the flame of the dragon, more commonly and simply named of the fire. His long flamboyant hair, when it wasn't left free, was attached in an African braid, as when he was going to the fight. In its world at war, in the army of the fairies, he was one of the most powerful components, one of the rare to have reached the supreme stage of the magical transformation ; the complete invocation of his armor. The latter was for him of a shiny silvery steel and he wore over a cloth tunic in the electric blue as much hard-hitting than the one of his eyes. A black dragon with deployed wings was visible on his chest and a diadem of a dark metal representing the same dragon bitting its tail encircled his head. His punches were merciless, his spells of a horrifying strength ; see the brightness, the twinkling beauty of the Olbom's gigantic wings when you were a wizard was never good sign.

On the battlefield, under this black sky, in this concert of screams and explosions, on this desolate land where bodies piled up into pools of blood, the fairy of the fire fought for her* life, for those of her friends, for those of all the innocents who relied on the army of the Light to win this atrocious war. The redhead had in the look a cold determination, countering, sending back, dodging, attacking relentlessly. As all, allies as enemies, he was covered with a carmine liquid which wasn't necessarily his, locks of his hair going out of his braid and sticking on his face, on the body, as much because of the blood as of the sweat. He was exhausted. Too much pushed in the witches lines to move back, to beat a retreat or hope for some help, he was condemned to continue to fight until finally, too much weakened to defend himself, somebody brings him the deathblow. And a wizard observed it with interest. To kill Olbom, it was to cut definitively one of the most dangerous heads of the magical hydra.

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*Olbom is a boy, but in French, « fairy » is a feminine name, so I decided to stay as near as possible of the original text, but is that ok in English ?

Author's note : It's not the end of the prologue but I'm very tired. Translate this text is a hard work for me (I'm pretty bad) and I'm very slow at the task (one hour for this two poor paragraphs). French is my native language so please be indulgent (lenient ?) with my mistakes. If you're curious about the rest of this chapter or, better, the rest of this fanfiction, you can try to read it in French. If a good translator comes here and is interested by this story ; my PM are free ! 'Cause I didn't say it sooner ; I didn't write a « The original author is ... » because I am.