A/N: yes this is placed as sophmore year. There is no Layla or whatever that guy's name is. I haven't gotten to watch much of the show past the end of the first season so that why it is what it is. So um, i thinks that all. Oh! Disclaimer: i do not own the Characters from Winx nor the world or the schools, etc. I'm just borrowing them.
Revenge of the
Guardian
Prologue
In the normally quiet town, alarms and shouts broke through the silence of the night. And a great tower of smoke blocked out many of the stars in the clear sky. At the base, flames leapt from the half destroyed house.
The town gathered around watching the rescue team of heroes and fairies rush about the fire. Heroes ran in and out of the house, while the fairies, with command over fire and water, fought to contain the flames.
People turned to their neighbors. Conversations of confusion and suspicion began to rise. A few started to yelled demanding information from those guarding the safety barriers.
As men, pulling black bags on stretchers, emerged from the flames, many whispers became quick intakes of breath. Soon sounds of sorrow and despair added themselves to the echo of whispers, yells, and flames.
Far from the commotion, in the cover of a forested park, a teenage boy and girl ran through the trees. His face was set and firm emotion showing only in his eyes, as he pulled the girl by the wrist. Her face, however, shown with tears and hid none of her pain.
"Stop," she pleaded through her tears.
Either he didn't hear her or he was choosing to ignore her; he didn't stop. Finally they broke through the trees into a clearing.
"Please, stop. Brother!" It was only then did he stop. It was what she was waiting for; the moment he stopped, she turned. But without the force of her brother her strength waned, she fell to her knees sobbing.
"They were after me," she gasped through her sobs, "Me…not them."
The boy didn't face her. He stayed unmoving. His fists clenched and his eyes closed.
"We should have stayed. We should have helped them."
"There was nothing we could have done," the boy said solemnly.
"They were our parents and we… we just-" a fresh wave of tears flooded from her eyes and she was unable to continue.
The boy tensed. He mumbled quietly to himself, "No…they weren't. Our parents died three years ago."
After that statement he seemed to relax. He turned to his sister. He walked to her and kneeled besides her.
Sensing his presence, she turned and cried into his chest. He held her loosely in his arms.
"Your pain will fade, I promise you," he told her quietly but she didn't hear him.
He raised his hand above her head and in a quiet voice he began an incantation. By the second line, she had fallen silent and seemed asleep on her brother's chest, though tears still escaped from her closed eyes.
Unknown to the siblings, behind the trees stood a man clad in a black cloak. Black energy concentrated around his hand.
"I found them," even though the man spoke quietly his voice seemed to echo in the shadows.
Immediately after he spoke, with small puffs of black smoke, four other cloaked figures appeared.
He turned to them.
"It's time."
A/N: For now this is all I have of this story besides an outline. And one or two of the more climactic scenes. So if you read this and liked it and hope I update, I just thought I'd let you know it would be a while. Oh! For those of you who didn't like this and thought it was a piece of crap, write that in a review. Please, I don't really care what you write if all you write is 'I read this' I really don't care. Just write something.