Kix Club Season 1: Return of the Fengari
Chapter 1 / Welcome To Alfea
A/N: hello! Look, a Winx Club fanfiction! This story may not be perfect, but I try my best to make it the best I can, using correct grammar, spelling and punctuation. If there are any mistakes, I apologize in advance. Also, I am planning on making a Deviantart account so that I can post drawing of the characters, so you know what they look like. I will keep you updated on that throughout the story :) Enjoy, and please review!
The inhabitants of the planet Terra were in a particular good mood. The sun had been shining all day, and birds were singing from the tallest tree tops. Young children would be swimming, and eating ice creams, whilst adults sipped their drinks with their shades on. It was a beautiful day, really. Trees were swaying in the gentle wind.
Sandra was enjoying herself on this very day, basking in the sunlight as she splayed herself out on the grass in her garden. The heat was unlike anything they'd had before; usually it was only mildly hot on Terra. For some reason this year was different.
It's strange, Sandra thought, the sudden heat. We've never had anything like it. She pondered over it for a few more moments, then decided to put her mind at ease and store it for later. Her dad would know the answer; he knew the answer to everything.
"Hey." Fern, Sandra's younger sister, skipped over, grinning. "Dad decided to make a big dinner, since school starts in two days."
"That's sweet of him," Sandra said. "Maybe we should help him."
Fern groaned. "No, please! I just finished cleaning my room, I don't want to have to help with dinner as well. You can do it, but I won't come with you."
"Fine." Sandra rolled her eyes. "Enjoy the last moments of sunshine." She pushed herself up by her elbows and then slipped into the cool house. The air was refreshing compared to outside, and Sandra found herself standing for a moment to absorb it.
"S!" Stan and Brock, her twin older brothers, shook her shoulders, bringing her back to reality.
"What?" she asked wearily.
"Did Fern tell you yet? Dad's cooking," Stan announced loudly, gesturing wildly.
"Yes, Fern told me," Sandra replied. "In fact, I'm going now to go and help him cook. You guys want to help as well?"
"No way, little sis," Brock chuckled. "Have fun, though." The two boys laughed and wandered off, leaving Sandra to make her way quietly to the kitchen. Her dad was inside, cursing as pots and dishes floated around him in the air.
"Dad, are you using magic?" Sandra's voice frightened him, and the kitchenware fell to the ground. Her dad sighed, but he'd placed an anti-shattering enchantment on them.
"Hey, darling." He sounded tired. Over-worked, probably. "I was trying to cook, because I know that Maddy used to love that, but I couldn't do it so I tried a little magic but it was still so stressful and—"
"Woah, calm down," Sandra said soothingly. "Dad, it's okay. You don't have to cook like that, you can use magic. There's nothing wrong with that. Anyway, I came to help."
"Oh, thanks, S," her dad sighed contentedly. "I'm trying to make pizza. Your mother ate it once on an inter-dimensional trip to Earth, said it was the best thing she'd ever eaten." He paused. They were both silent for a while. He cleared his throat. "She'd be proud of us, doing this for her. If only we'd done it when she was still here."
It was beginning to get uncomfortable, and Sandra could feel the tears threatening to spill, so she suddenly chirped, "let's get started, then."
They cooked, laughing and dancing to music as they passed ingredients to each other and flipped the pizza bases in the air. They made four in total, and soon they were done.
"Dinner's ready," Sandra hollered down the stairs. She heard the sound of thundering footsteps on the stairs, and suddenly Stan and Brock burst in, followed closely by Fern. They sat down to the table and dug in. Stan frowned at it at first, but then took a tentative bite and wolfed all his slices.
"That was great," Brock said afterwards, once all the plates had been put away.
"It was a joint effort," her dad answered, smiling at his family. "But, I think it's bedtime now."
They all groaned, annoyance etched in their faces. They didn't put up a fight, though, because they knew how tired their dad was, so they all headed up.
"Sandra, can you wait a moment?" her dad asked quietly. Sandra nodded and hung back as her siblings went to bed.
"What's up, dad?" Sandra queried, wringing her hands nervously. "I haven't done anything wrong, have I?"
"No, no," her dad laughed heartily. "Not at all. You're safe. I just...have a surprise for you. Please, sit down. I have a feeling you'll need something solid beneath you."
Sandra obliged. "Okay. You're kind of worrying me now."
"There's nothing to worry about," her dad insisted. "I have something important to tell you. You know how you were going to start attending Terra's Boarding Academy for Gifted Youngsters?" He waited for a confirming nod from his daughter. "Right, well, you're not going there anymore. And you won't be going to Everwood High, either. Or Clifftop Prep School."
"Wait, so where will I go to school?" Sandra demanded, slightly panicked. "You don't expect me to stay at home and be homeschooled, do you? What about making friends and seeing my friends and having human interaction and—"
"Stop." Her dad raised his hand, and Sandra fell silent. "You will be going to school, I guarantee you that. You'll be going to a school on another planet."
"Another planet?" Sandra echoed. "But where? With who? What if I need you? Where, again? What if something happens to you and I'm not there to see you and then—"
"Sandra, listen to me," her dad pleaded. "You have heard of Magix, I'm sure. It's a planet with three of the most valued schools in the galaxy. Alfea is the boarding school for fairies. It has produced some of the most incredible fairies; you've heard of the Winx Club, right? They went there, about twenty years ago." Sandra didn't mention how the Winx had gone missing ten years ago, and been supposed dead. "Your mother also went there. Anyway, it's the best school for fairies around."
"Dad," Sandra interrupted impatiently. "Where are you going with this?"
"Sandra." Her dad folded his hands, trying to keep them still. "You're going to go. You're going to go to Alfea."
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Sandra was packing her bag eagerly, shoving shirts, shorts, pants, dresses and all sorts of shoes into her suitcase. She remembered times when her mother had told her about her own adventures at Alfea, how she'd defeated many villains and made wonderful life-long friends. So many memories had been told by her mother.
But to Sandra Alfea used to be just a fantasy. She'd never imagined she could've ended up at the place where her mother had gone, it seemed like an unrealistic childish dream. Now, however, Sandra was fulfilling her dream. She rubbed the locket around her neck.
"I will make you proud," she whispered. She closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, then slipped outside onto her balcony. The stars glittered like jewels in the inky black sky. A few witches flew in the sky, laughing and doing tricks on their brooms.
The moons were glowing softly. Sandra stared at it for a moment. Usually, dark spots could be seen in the center of each of them, but tonight they weren't visible. Sandra thought it very strange, and slightly worrying, but since there was no need to worry unless the alarm sounded, she decided to forget about it. Another thing to add to the list she needed to ask her dad about.
"If only mom were here," she whispered wistfully into the night air. "Oh, mom, I miss you so much! Are you up there, somewhere? Looking down on me, perhaps? Wishing you could be here, too? Or is it nice up there, in the clouds, surrounded by stars?" She shook her head. "Who am I kidding, talking to the night. She isn't there."
Sandra turned her back and collapsed onto her bed. Tomorrow was a big day, and she was going to need all the sleep she could get.
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"Are you ready?" Fern was rocking eagerly on the balls of her feet at the foot of Sandra's bed. Sandra herself had just got up, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"No." Her voice sounded as hoarse as it felt. "But at least I'm not going to school here. Alfea...it's such a legendary place. I can't wait."
"Do you think one day I'll get to go there?" Fern asked earnestly, her big eyes keen with hope.
Sandra smiled. "I don't see why not." She got up and stretched. "I'm going to get changed now. I'll see you downstairs in a bit."
Fern nodded, giggled, and left. Sandra smiled to herself and pulled on her crop top, shorts and heels. Her favorite outfit by far. She only hoped she'd do well at Alfea; there were lots of expectations to live up to.
"Sandra, come on, we're going to be late soon!" her dad shouted. Sandra jumped, startled, and raced to shovel down a waffle and then follow her dad to the spaceport. They checked in her bags, and finally Sandra stood with her dad. She had to go through security, but her dad couldn't come with her. Signs flashed on the walls reading, No Magic, Please.
"I'm so proud to see you go to Alfea," her dad murmured. "Just like your mother."
Sandra took his hand. "Thank you, dad. It means a lot to me. I can't wait. This opportunity...it means a lot to me."
"You have fun, kiddo." Her dad nodded sheepishly. "Maybe I can come visit you sometime or other. And remember, stay safe and work hard. You'll do great."
Sandra hugged him tightly. She didn't want to let go. Eventually they pried apart, and the sad fairy checked through security and took the portal to her gate. There she waited until the boarding call, and, holding back a sob as she looked at her planet, boarded the inter-planet spaceship.
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The flight was short, only an hour or so. Sandra was sitting next to a middle-aged woman and her young son. They slept most of the flight, and Sandra was grateful to have the window seat. She watched as the galaxy flew past, blue and purple swirls in mists of milky white. The view was stunning.
She'd never been to another planet so far away before. Terra was so large that there was always something new to discover. It even had three little moons orbiting it, known as Galson, Ronis and Direa. Magix, on the other hand, was a whole new experience.
The spaceship finally began to descend on Magix, and sooner than Sandra expected they made it into the spaceport. She sighed in relief, but still felt an anxious streak inside her. She'd never been so far from her house or her family before.
After retrieving her bags, Sandra found herself out in the fresh air. It was a lot cooler here, more bearable. The sun was shining slightly, partially blocked by clouds. Perfect weather. She squinted and found a hover-bus about to close its doors with a sign on the front that read, Bus to Alfea.
Sandra raced over and jumped on just in time. The doors slid shut behind her, the bus driver grumbled a little, and then the bus lurched forward. It was crowded. Fairies of all ages and ethnicities were squashed up in the bus, several complaining about the little space they had. There was lots of chattering, giggling, and nervous laughter. Sandra felt a little relief at realizing that everybody also felt a little on edge at the start of the school year.
"Move over! Yes, you, with the blue hair!" A girl was jabbing her finger at Sandra, a scowl on her face. "You're in my personal space. I demand that you move."
"I can't!" Sandra explained. "There's no room for me to move into. You'll just have to wait until we get to Alfea and then you'll have all the space you need."
The girl mumbled something under her breath. "Whatever, blue freak, but I'll get you. You will not get away with this. I mean, do you even know who I am?"
"Guys," Sandra raised her voice. Several heads turned. "We have someone here who does not who they are. Can anybody help?" There were some laughs, and the angry fairy clenched her fists and fumed with anger.
"You just made a bad enemy," the girl hissed. "I'm Princess Lucia of Kayan. And you, misfit, just made a serious enemy in me." Lucia spun on her heel and began talking quietly with another girl.
Sandra stood, amazed and slightly confused, contemplating what had just occurred between them.
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Eventually the fairy-filled bus arrived at Alfea. The gleaming pink walls shone in the morning light and its numerous windows shimmered. There were already some fairies milling about in the courtyard, possibly gossiping and talking about their holidays. Sandra bit her lip; what if she didn't make any friends? The group swarmed off the bus and made their way to the school. It was more awe-inspiring in person than they ever could've imagined.
An angry-looking woman stood in front of the main doors, her brow creased, a pair of spectacles perched on her nose, and shouted at everyone who passed her, "Name and planet!" Sandra made her way over to the lady, who looked up from her clipboard.
"Name and planet," she recited blandly.
"Sandra Earten, from Terra," Sandra answered automatically.
The lady paused. "Ah, yes. Your mother came here." Her eyes softened. "I'm sorry about your loss."
"Thank you." Sandra fidgeted with her hands.
"I'm Griselda, Head of Discipline," the woman announced suddenly. "If you require anything, either I or one of the other teachers can help you."
"Thank you," Sandra repeated. Griselda nodded and let her through. Sandra found herself in a large entrance hall, packed with students talking loudly. Somebody shoved into Sandra, who let out a small yelp in surprise and nearly toppled over. She looked around but couldn't find the suspect.
"Good morning, fairies." A sophisticated-looking woman came forward at the top of a set of staircases. "I am Headmistress Faragonda. Welcome to all the new fairies, and another lovely year to those who have been here before. I expect that this year will be a good one, filled with hard work, diligence, persistence, and achievements. If anything is ever needed, you are always free to come to me or any other teacher. Today you will be free to unpack and explore, though you must not leave the school grounds. You are free to have lunch and dinner here, or possibly go into the City if you have permission. If you do, you must be back within an hour and a half. I hope you all enjoy your stay, and keep safe."
With that, Headmistress Faragonda disappeared and the fairies, buzzed and excited, raced to find their rooms. Sandra got dragged along by the crowd. She pushed her way to a small corridor and composed herself. If she could produce a finding spell, then she'd be able to locate her name by the dorm she'd be in.
She focused, and imagined her name, Sandra, then scoured the building. She found it at once: dorm room 32. That was on the first floor, as all rooms were, so she made her way down the still busy corridor. Most people hadn't yet found their rooms, and Sandra silently praised herself for her smart thinking. It would have saved her a lot of time.
Room 32 was right ahead. Sandra scanned the names list. Princess Amara of Emoka, Princess Gemma of Stolis, Sandra of Terra, Wendy of Aeraya, Lia of Bavis.
Two princesses. Sandra felt immediately awkward; she'd never met a Princess before. True, the Princess of Terra had once passed in the street where Sandra had been one time, but they didn't talk. The Princess didn't even know Sandra was there, let alone that she existed.
"Finally; this room is impossible to find." A girl with sharp purple eyes sashayed over. "Oh, hey. Are we in the same room?"
Sandra nodded at the girl. "I guess so. I'm Sandra, from Terra."
"Princess Amara." The girl flicked her hair. Sandra made an awkward curtsey. "Don't do that, it makes me feel stupid. If we're friends, you don't have to do that. And since we'll be sharing a dorm, we're automatically friends."
"Okay," Sandra stammered. "Well, thank you. Should we go in?"
"That'd be a good idea," Amara agreed, following her new friend into the dorm. It was large and spacious, with several couches in the middle, a mini kitchen on one side, a bathroom on the other and three doors leading off into the bedrooms.
"This place is beautiful," Sandra commented as she lugged her suitcases in. "I can't believe I'm actually going to be staying here."
"You better get used to it," Amara pointed out. "We're officially fairies now."