decided to reupload, after i found a whole bunch of grammatical errors. also, i tweaked some minor detail that are not important, but figured there was no need to have in here.
i think everyone knos that i do not own winx club. everyone else who was not mentioned in the cartoons are my fictional characters.
"Magick is believing in yourself; if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Darcy watched from the crack of her bedroom door as a tall, dark man walked up the stairs, following her mother, who had two crystal glasses and a large bottle of cherry wine. Her long, dark brown hair, which had been allowed eight years to grow and accumulate split ends, cascaded around her thin shoulders. The front locks, however, were wavy and caramel, the victims of a young girl's curious nature, and daring personality when left alone in the house. These locks framed the frightened little face holding two big, fearful, amber eyes. The lights in her room were off, as they usually were, as she preferred to seek comfort within the shadows. The only light that illuminated her room came from the silver light of the waning crescent moon.
She could hear her mother's voice, husky and seductive, trying to make small talk. His voice was rough and deep. The stairs creaked under their footsteps. Darcy pushed her door open just a bit more, so that she can watch them ascend the other half of the stairs. At the landing, the man laughed gruffly at something Lamias had said, but stopped. His head slowly turned, and his eyes took in the bedroom door that stood ajar. Darcy felt chills run up and down her spine and her heartbeat quicken as she felt his eyes meet hers. She quickly ducked out of sight, breathing heavily.
It was just your imagination. She tried to tell herself. You're always imagining things, there's no way he could have seen you, it was just your imagination. Yet her heart continued to thump against her chest, and she remained frozen against the wall, out of sight of the dim staircase light. It wasn't until she once again heard footsteps that, by releasing it, she realized she had been holding her breath. Licking her dry and chapped lips, she slowly and quietly peeked through the door crack. When she heard her mother's door close, and the voices muffled out, Darcy carefully opened her door wide enough to tiptoe out through it. Casting frightened glances toward the second floor, Darcy made her way across the entrance, her little bare feet making no noise against the cold tile floor. Laughter echoed from the room upstairs, and she stopped and stared in its direction for a moment, frightened, her heart thumping. When Lamia's door remained closed, Darcy crept to the white wooden door, closed shut, at the opposite end of the entrance as her own white bedroom door. Slowly, with a final glance at the stairs, Darcy put her ear against the door. She could hear Kiera's muffled little baby voice, speaking comforting words to Esther, Mindy and Vega, the three dolls that Darcy had given her.
Darcy sat there, listening to her four-year-old sister calm herself by pretending that the dolls were the frightened ones, and not herself. She let the little girl's words wash over her, calming her, taking strength in them.
"There, there, Esther," she heard her baby sister coo. "He'll be gone soon, it'll be alright soon. Everything will be okay, we'll be okay. Just get here under the covers with Mindy and Vega. I'll sleep with you tonight. Don't be scared, Mindy, please don't cry. He'll be gone soon." Darcy could hear the trembles in Kiera's voice, and something caught in her throat. The older girl blinked, and focused on the blue crystal bowl that held packets of cigarettes, trying hard not to cry.
Darcy waited until she heard Kiera kiss the dolls good night and climb into her bed before creeping back into her own room. Once she slipped in through the door, she gently closed it, so that it wouldn't creak, and snuggled under her rough blue covers. She stared up at the ceiling, laying in the darkness, the light from the moon casting a thin finger over the top of the door.
She didn't know how long she had lain there, forcing her eyes open, trying not to go to sleep. She was just so sleepy, so tired. The man was still upstairs with her mother, and the shouting that had gone on had resided a long time ago. Darcy's eyelids felt heavy; they seemed to close by themselves, her black eyelashes tickling the skin beneath her eyes. She was just about to doze off, when her bedroom door slammed open. Darcy threw off her covers, suddenly awake, heart pounding. The door bounced off the wall, and began to close again, letting in a tiny blurred figure. Terrified and confused, Darcy watched as her dark-haired sister - four years younger than herself - dove under her bed, trembling and whimpering.
The door creaked open, and the tall, dark figure of a man slowly let himself in. He slowly closed the door behind him, and as she heard the lock click, she pressed herself further into the bed, trying to take refugee in the darkness that always enveloped her bed. As the man at the door took a step forward, his face was illuminated by the moon's light, and Darcy recognized him as the man who had come for their mother. A whimper escaped her trembling lips, and her breathing was ragged. As he skulked up to the edge of the bed, Darcy wrapped her arms around her legs, curling into the corner, trying to become as small as possible.
She screamed when his rough hand closed around her arm.
"Shut up, girl." He tugged her towards him. Darcy began to cry, clawing at his iron grip with her free hand. He smelled of smoke and alcohol. As his dark figure loomed over her, she brought her mouth to his hand and bit down- hard. Yelping, he let go. Darcy scrambled away from him, off the foot of the bed, but the man was in front of her again. He pushed her to the wall, and she fell on her side. Then he was hovering over her, his arm raised in a fist.
"Don't do that again!" He breathed in her ear. And then his fist came down, against her shoulder, her stomach, her back. She screamed and cried.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're hurting me, stop it!" Her tears flowed down her cheeks. He picked her up, like a sack of potatoes, and threw her on the bed. He was on top of her, squishing her. Darcy didn't know what was happening, but she knew she couldn't stay like this.
"Get off of me!" She pleaded. "Get off, you're hurting me!" As his hand covered her mouth, her eyesight suddenly failed. An image suddenly flashed through her mind; an image of a beautiful young woman, clad in a billowing long black dress, with equally long black hair. Darcy flailed her arms, meeting a prickly nose and two eye sockets. Although she could only see the image of the woman, she knew the nose and eyes belonged to the man, the man who was hurting her, squashing the breath out of her. She pushed against the sockets feebly, already her eight-year-old strength leaving her under his weight.
And then there was no weight at all. Darcy blinked, and when she did, her dark room flooded her eyes. A deep voice was screaming, the man was writhing in pain by the door, gripping his eyes.
"What did you do? You devil, what did you do to my eyes? My eyes! I can't see!" He continued to sway and stagger, rubbing and clawing at his eyes. Heart pounding, Darcy ducked her head under the bed.
"Let's go Kiera!" At first, Kiera just looked at her older sister with wide, terrified eyes.
"Ki, come one, we got to go!" Darcy waved her hand urgently, gesturing for her sister to follow. With a final whimper, Kiera crawled out from underneath the bed. Darcy rushed her sister over to the window, flipped open the lock and pushed the glass up. She picked up Kiera and raised her to the ledge.
"Crawl out, Ki. Come on, I can't hold you much longer." Her stomach hurt, her arms and back were screaming. Finally, Kiera's weight lightened, and Darcy heard a yelp and a rustling of leaves as she tumbled into the bushes that lined the house. Darcy jumped up onto the window ledge, ready to jump down. But before she did so, she looked back over her shoulder.
She yelled in fright. The man had tottered over to window, hearing the girls' voices. He was almost an arm's length away. And his eyes. They weren't right. They were dilated, deep and black. His head swung around unseeing. Scared, Darcy jumped out the window, trying to shake a thought that would continue to haunt her for three years: had she done that?
Ten years later, Darcy awoke in the middle of the night, breathing hard, covered in sweat. For a second, she was disoriented. The small, dark room, black eyes, and alcoholic smell had vanished, replaced by an extremely spacious room, lit by the silver light of the waxing gibbous moon outside, the green, slitted eyes, and the slight snoring of another.
It was then that Darcy realized that she had just woken up form a nightmare - one she had had before. The spacious room was the room that she had signed herself up to as a senior in Cloudtower Academy for Witches, which had started four days ago. The slitted green eyes belonged to her familiar Hecate, a black cat she had rescued in her sophomore year and bonded with. The light snores came from one of two roommates, Sasha Casalduc, better known as Stormy, nicknamed so for her powers over weather and short temper.
Darcy slipped out of bed and pulled on her purple pajama pants (she could never sleep with anything more than just a shirt). She unlocked and pushed open the window, looking up at the peaceful almost-round moon, bathing in its glow. Hecate meowed and rubbed against Darcy's legs, but she ignored the cat for the moment. Well, I can't go back to sleep now, she thought. And so, the dark witch pushed herself out the window. However, unlike ten years ago, she was on the seventh floor, not the first, and she did not fall on her butt. Instead, the young witch floated to the top of the Watch Tower. The Watch Tower was the tallest tower in Cloudtower Academy, and held dorms for the thirty or so seniors that attended. As the school building was an ancient castle, it had been redone, and the Watch Tower, no longer needed as a lookout point, had been refurnished to have tall pointed roofs.
Now, at three o'clock in the morning, Darcy sat on the tall pointed roof, her knees to her chest to keep her from slipping, in her purple pajamas, and a small black cat with large green eyes on her shoulder. She let the darkness do its magic, calming her jittery nerves after having that nightmare. She breathed in and out slowly, trying to relax her mind, to release all the negative energies. When she felt calm, she allowed her mind to revisit her nightmare.
She didn't know why she had that nightmare; she hadn't had it since she was eleven, when she had finally told Kezia what had happened, and the gypsy woman had explained to her about magic. The fact that Darcy blinded someone had stopped haunting her when she found out that she was a witch. So why was it back? She knew she could drown someone in darkness, she knew that she could cause a whole city to have a blackout, she knew how to use her mind to cause sensory rays and force rays, and she knew how to disapperate and apperate herself, others and objects. So why that nightmare of guilt?
Something warm and fuzzy landed between her legs and stomach. Looking down, startled, Darcy met Hecate's glaring eyes. She meowed demandingly, and pawed Darcy's arm. The witch smiled at her familiar, and sighed when she yowled. Cradling Hecate to her chest, Darcy pushed the nightmare out of her mind.
"Okay, okay, I'll forget it. Happy?" She demanded from the black cat. Hecate pushed her black nose into Darcy palm, purring. Darcy shook her head, scratching the cat behind the ears. She glanced at the moon, at the waxing gibbous. She sighed, thinking of her own cycle. She always seemed to get her period around the same time the moon became full. In fact, the three days that the moon was a full moon were always the three worst days of her menstrual cycle, which usually lasted five or six days. Upon being questioned, the school nurse, Galena, had answered that, because Darcy's powers were of darkness, most of her dealings would be related to the night, the moon and the stars.
Suddenly, she sensed something in her mind. Someone, or something, was trying to communicate with her telepathically. Placing Hecate on her shoulder, Darcy released a small portion of her magical energy to pinpoint who the call was coming from. It didn't take the dark witch to recognize the blundering, sloppy ways of the caller. It was Knut, a broad, dim-witted ogre who Icy had tricked into their service. His uncertain way of communicating with Darcy telepathically annoyed her. How hard was it to close your eyes and think Darcy!? Darcy was the one who had to do the work; she meditated for three hours so that she could loop a bit of her mind power through Knut's mind, and channel his thoughts to her own 24/7, but still be able to carry on conversations with others, both telepathically and face-to-face. She also had to work out how to tune him out without pushing him out, so that she could only hear him when he had something important to say (she wasn't interested in how he thought a cherry pie would 'do nicely right about now'). Her powers had to be on the lookout for his call without effecting her performance in school, both in academics and social life. Darcy had told him over and over to just think clearly, but he was so unfamiliar with powers magic that he couldn't know if he was doing it right. His calling always, and still, felt like radio static.
But what really irritated her was that he had disturbed her peace, and it was probably just to ask her to repeat the assignment given to him again. So when the witch answered him, it was with an attitude.
What do you need, you big oaf? Darcy snapped.
Uh, well, your Wickedness, you said to tell you when I've found the girl, and I have. So, I, eh, guess I'm calling to tell you that I know where the girl with the scepter is. Knut stuttered. Darcy instantly perked up at this news.
You know where the princess of Solaria is? Does she have the Scepter of the Sun with her? Darcy demanded. She didn't care about the young blonde princess; what she needed was her scepter.
Yes, she does. Well, it's not really a sceptor right now, it's a ring, but I followed her, and saw her change her scepter into a ring. So you see, your Wickedness, I know that the ring, which is on her finger-
Ugh, Knut, you're babbling. I know rings go on fingers, thank you! Darcy was getting impatient with the ogre. Look, you need to get that scepter from her. I don't care how, but make it before she finds you. I'll call upon a pack of ghouls to help you out. (You're going to need it, she thought to herself).
A pack of ghouls?
Don't question me Knut. And for your sake, I hope you have your glasses on and aren't mistaking her for another blonde girl. When you have the scepter, report back to me. Got it?
Yes, your Wickedness. With that, Darcy pushed Knut from her mind, feeling a bit more enthusiastic. She kissed Hecate on the head, and then flew back to her dorm, thinking of what Knut had said. He had the Solarian princess, and hopefully they would have the scepter before tonight (if the great clumsy fool didn't sit on it by accident, that was). Darcy needed that scepter! It was the only way she could get back at Tilio for sending her burning flowers when she broke up with him. Tilio was from Solaria, and, with a fairy as a mother, he was able to send her flowers that would burst into flames as soon as she touched them. His flowers had hurt her pride more than her skin, and now she wanted to get even. But she would need the power of the sceptor to achieve that.
When she reached the dorm, it was five thirty. She rummaged through her school bag, looking for the jar of salt water. Her noise awoke Icy.
"Darcy, what are you doing?" Icy mumbled, squinting through tired, blue eyes. Her long white-blonde hair was knotted and tangled, rumpled from sleep.
"I need to find my salt water. I need to make a circle so I can summon some ghouls to help Knut. It's not that difficult to take a stupid ring from a measly little fairy girl, but you know the buffoon." At first, Icy didn't register this information. But then she snapped into it. She rushed into the bathroom to throw water on her face. When she came out, Darcy had already made a large circle, with a smaller circle beside it. Icy shook the third roommate awake.
"Stormy! Come, we have the sceptor." Stormy sat up right away.
"Wha-what? Scepter?"
"Yes, Stormy, the scepter. As in, the Scepter of the Sun. Knut has found the princess. We are going to send him some ghouls to help him out." Darcy answered her. Icy positioned herself next to Darcy, inside the larger circle. Stormy stumbled into it as well. When all three of the senior witches were within the circle, Darcy raised her arms in front of her, palms facing the circle before them. Channeling her magic, she chanted:
"Beings of stealth and theft,
We summon you forth.
Come, those of you who are deft.
Serve us, and head due north."
The room was suddenly filled with energy. Suddenly, in the smaller circle of salt water, eleven ghouls appeared. They were small and a black red color. Darcy felt Icy shift eagerly beside her.
"I will transport you to an ogre, by the name of Knut. You will serve him, not backstab him or betray him. When his task has finished, so has yours. You will apperate back here, and we will perform a banishing spell to rid ourselves of you. After that, you can be on your way. But for now, you will serve the ogre. Go!" And with a wave of her hand, Darcy disapperated the ghouls and expanded her power so that she could deposit them with Knut.
"So mote it be." She whispered. She then stepped out of the circle, Icy and Stormy following suit.
"Yes! That sceptor is as good as ours. The power of the Scepter of the Sun will be ours!" Stormy and Icy laughed with glee. The dark witch smiled as she grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt and locked herself in the bathroom. Ambitious Icy wanted the scepter simply to be to achieve something that had been denied to her, and unpredictable Stormy wanted it because she agreed with Icy on everything, same as she had when the girls had been freshmen. But Darcy only wanted the power for two days. She didn't care if she gave them back to the Solarian princess. She wanted revenge- sweet revenge.
What do you think? This is my first story ever, and i had to do it on my fave witch. please please please r&r. depending on that i'll continue