Robotic Warrior
Summary: Even though it might be bitter, it has been a great life living and doing the work of true fairies. But at the same time that has become the only thing I seem to do. Fight, train, power-up, and repeat. So routine.
Disclaimer: Winx Club is owned by Rainbow and Viacom. I, the authoress, do not own and or profit from anything. Please note none of my personal views and or options are reflected in this work of fan fiction.
Authoress' Notes: Random surge of inspiration in the form of a one-shot centered around one of the Winx. You truly have to wonder how they feel about always having to fight.
Calm.
It is so rare I can indulge in a luxury such as this. For most a calm, peaceful Friday night alone is something to be ashamed of. A night without big plans after a long week; no parities to attend, no clubs to dance at, no guy to romance you…
It must be nice to only have those issues, why I haven't dealt with something, something so microscopic in years.
I let out a sigh, I know how un-becoming it is to be envious of others. Especially for someone in such a public place as I.
Still, I think to myself as I tilt my head back and gaze at the starry filled sky. It is nice to dream about another life, one without wars to fight. Oh, wouldn't that be nice.
I feel my eyes flutter closed as a soft breeze dances across my face and though my hair. My mind flashes back to that day when I first had arrived at Alfea; so many dreams and expectations. It was going to be a great year, filled with new adventures that would help me get closer to my dream of being a singer. I was going to work hard in college and after getting my two-year degree I was going to transfer to a school for music…
But that all changed after a first year, everything did really after I befriended Bloom and became a Winx fairy. Suddenly Alfea wasn't a stop-over in my master plan, but part if my destiny to become part of the Company of Light and fight off evil with the aid of new and more powerful transformations. And that's what happened year after year, after year. A new evil would come and we would be called upon to battle it off with a new level we had to un-lock.
And well, I guess you can figure out how rest of that story goes.
Even though it might be bitter, it has been a great life, living and doing the work of true fairies. But at the same time that has become the only thing I seem to do. Fight, train, power-up, and repeat. So routine. But, from time to time something else will happen that my friends will need my help for, but that is far and few between.
For an instance I look back into my room. My eye catches my guitar and flute. When was the last time I even touched them? Too long. I purse my lips as I draw my knees to my chest and resume staring out at the moonlight.
I love my life, Riven, and my friends- but all this fighting, this routine that is known as my life, it's just too much. I don't get to live anymore, or at least live for one day like anyone else. Call me selfish. But after all I have done I think it is the least to ask.
I'm the fairy of music, a singer; not some robotic warrior. All I want is a real life.