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People seem to forget that despite the fact that the although the Winx had the flashiest moves, the best of luck, the greatest of transformations, it was not only the Winx who had fought and lived. Fairies, wizards, heroes, paladins, they had been united against the evil. Those little minor characters (they were magical beings too) seem to be overlooked quite often in favor of the bright, shiny heroes.
She was not happy. Not at all. At the tender age of 16, she was already going to be forced to give her life to a cause that she wasn't even the least bit interested. Not fun, no matter how you look at it.
She was being summoned! To breakfast by, in her opinion, her overly irate mother. There were a million ways to she could die. What if her sister left a skateboard on the ground and she stepped on it, tripped, and then slid across the balcony and fell tens of feet to her death? Or what if she accidently swallowed her toothpaste and it reacted with the mushrooms she ate yesterday and she started foaming at her mouth until she died? Or what if she stepped on one of her other sister's magic experiments and went kaboom? Oh, there were just so many ways she could die by just going to breakfast!
"Sissy, if you don't get up, I'm springing Nova on you!" her youngest brother warned.
"I don't want to die!" She pleaded, snuggling deeper into the blankets.
Her brother, Luan, rolled his eyes in annoyance. He was already far too familiar with his sisters' overly dramatic ways. All of theirs. In fact, if you asked him, it was something all girls did. He sighed in reluctance before pulling the blanket straight off of her.
"AHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, curling into a ball, "Why'd you do that? It's way too cold!"
"It's the middle of summer! Why'd you have such a thick blanket anyways?!"
"I'm always cold!"
"Just hurry up and get up already." He said, rolling his eyes again.
She didn't move.
"NOV-!", he fell backward as she leapt from the bed and put a hand over his mouth furiously.
"Alright, I'm up. Geez. Now go away already." She ordered, dragging and dumping him outside her bedroom door.
When her brother had left, she finally went to her bathroom. Her reflection stared at her as she began the everyday task of brushing out her hair. She was Izarra Luxe Synne, third daughter of the grand duchess of Solaria. Well, only technically really. The duchess and duke had been unable to produce heirs. There had been three miscarriages when they decided to adopt instead. First was her eldest sister, Estelle. A couple of years later, they actually had a daughter together, Nova. Nova was her parents' pride and joy, but unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, seeing as Nova had no playmates, she had been adopted into the family a year later. Luan and his twin sister, Loni, were a bit more complicated. Her mother's younger sister had died in an airship crash ten years ago. Then there was this huge lawsuit against the company, many months of blackness and tears, until finally her mother was stuck with Luan and Loni. It was a huge affair, and it was over the magical world tabloids for months. There were conspiracy theories and critics and crying and crying and crying. Of course, she really only remembered the yelling and the immense amount of tears. Estelle had told her the rest of the story.
"ZARRA!" her mother cried, as she slugged out of the bathroom.
"I'm coming! Give me a minute!" she replied, pulling on a shirt and a pair of shorts that were sitting on her dresser. Nova probably picked them out for her, she had liked to play dress up when they were younger. Thump, Thump, di-Thump. Her feet sounded across the marble staircase as she flew down in a hurry. Sunlight danced around her as she walked to the dining room. She could see her siblings already eating, her father reading the latest Solarian news on his computer, her mother bringing plates to the table. It was an idyllic picture. The sunshine that gleamed on the mahogany table, the crystal vases that sparkled when light hit them, the delicate white plates that held pieces of crispy bacon and golden brown toast. Everything was perfect. There was a seat that was vacant, next to Nova, reserved for her and a seat next to Father for Mother. Perfect, just how it was supposed to be.
She walked over calmly, knowing that Mother would scold her if she ran because "it's not ladylike nor polite". Slipping into the chair, she began to eat. Well, she attempted to begin. Her elbow had gone too high and brushed up against Luan's arm. Surprised by the touch, Luan jumped, knocking over his milk and pushed Loni who then proceeded to nearly fall over and drag the table cloth along with her. Everything was pulled along, knocking each other over like a row of highly unstable differently shaped dominoes. Suddenly, nothing was perfect. The spoiled food mixed together, forming an ugly brown color of questionable texture. The plates and glasses laid in pieces on the ground, little rivulets of milk and juice flowing between them. Her siblings all groaned and Izarra managed to wince and roll her eyes at the same time. It wasn't really her fault.
"Izarra!" her mother scolded in an exasperated manner. Izarra sighed. This had happened so many times already. It wasn't normally this bad, but Luan had been getting jumpy lately because of his upcoming finals, and she had been getting overly happy. The duchess only waved her hand to vanish the food and repair the broken glasses.
"I know you're happy Izarra, but do try to be a bit more careful. It won't be good for you if you're so careless at Alfea as well."
"Yes mother."
Izarra and Nova were going to Alfea in less than a week. Izarra, although nearly a year younger, had been allowed to go with her sister because she had skipped a grade early on. Being a possible heir to the grand duchess of Solaria did have its benefits. She and Nova had always been together. Sure, they had some different friends and hobbies, but they were always together, almost like twins.
As breakfast was made again, and eaten, Izarra daydreamed about Alfea. She had heard all about it from Estelle. How it was magical, beautiful, amazing. She had heard all about the teachers, sweet Mrs. Faragonda, wish washy professor Palladium, excitable Professor Wizgiz, and crabbly old Griselda. She would be meeting all of them so soon, and with Nova too! They were going to have so much fun! No parents and no twins to bother them all day!
"-zarra! It's your tun to do the dishes!" Nova called. Izarra snapped out of her daydream, the last vestiges of her happiness ripped to shreds as she looked at the massive amounts of cutlery on the table. She began to raise her hand, only to have her mother's voice stop her action swiftly.
"Izarra, no magic!"
She sighed. Her mother's reasoning that manual labor helped develop character was never going to fade a way. She started stacking the plates, knowing that this was going to be a very long morning of plates.
Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Leave some comments to tell me how it was and if anything should be changed!