Years ago, there was darkness. Worlds far and wide were consumed by it, until a light appeared. This light was known as Kandracar, the center of Infinity. With its appearance came the power, called the Heart, and its Keeper.

Soon, the Keeper began to create a group called Guardians, each magical warrior winding an elemental ability. Water, fire, earth, air, and heart. The Keepers lead their Guardians to battle the darkness, and they succeeded, for a time. However, these joyous victories were not meant to last, because the darkness took one of Kandracar's own.

A young Keeper, by the name of Nerissa. Once, she was kind, beautiful and full of promise. She lead her best friends, Cassidy, the Guardian of Water, Halinor, the Guardian of Fire, Kadma, the Guardian of Earth, and Yan Lin, the Guardian of Air, against the forces of evil. However, she soon became consumed by the Heart's great power and sought to keep it to herself. The Oracle, leader of the Council of Kandracar, sensed this change and took the Heart from her, giving it to the youngest member, Cassidy.

What a grave decision to make. In a fit of rage and jealousy, Nerissa killed Cassidy and stole the Heart. The Council was able to stop her before anything else happened, but the deed was done. Cassidy was dead, and Halinor and Kadma, who had opposed the Oracle's decision to give the Heart to Cassidy, were banished from Kandracar.

Years later, Yan Lin, the only remaining member left, gave the Heart to a new generation of Guardians, called W.I.T.C.H., after their initials; Will, Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, and Hay Lin.

Many battles waited for these young heroines. Will, the new Keeper, bravely met every challenge with the constant presence and aid of her best friends; Irma, Guardian of Water, Taranee, Guardian of Fire, Cornelia, Guardian of Earth, and Hay Lin, Guardian of Air.

However, they eventually grew wary of the constant war against darkness, and they hung up their wings only five years later, to live normal lives.

But, for these girls, their bond of Guardians never separated, and their powers, weakened, still remained. And the darkness wasn't done with them yet, either.

"Irma! Where are you?! We're going to be late to Elyon's birthday party!" A young woman of only 17 years, of Asian descendent, tabbed her slipper impatiently on the floor, her long, black pigtails bouncing with every jerk of her foot.

Seconds later, a voice cried, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" and a young woman rushed downstairs, brushing hurriedly through her wavy brown hair. Narrowing her almond shaped eyes, the 17 old year snapped, "Really, Irma? Elyon's turning 18 today! The least you can do is be on time!"

Irma huffed angrily. "Geez, Hay Lin! You don't need to rush me! I want to make sure I'm at least presentable to my best friend's birthday party! She can't have friends looking like slouches when she's queen of an entire planet."

Hay Lin smirked. "Oh, like I don't know you're just trying to impress any good looking guys who happen to walk by at the party?"

Irma blushed. "Hay Lin! I am—I am shocked! Shocked that you'd make such an accusation! Like I'd stoop so low!"

Suddenly, a pretty blond with a heart shaped face and blue eyes peeked over the corner of the staircase, grinning, "Oh, so I'm guessing Brandon dumped you?"

"Stupid up, Corny!" Irma growled. "Like you got it any better! How's the whole Peter-and-Cornelia-want-some-space, hmm?!"

Cornelia rolled her eyes with a sigh. "I already told you, Peter has a lot of stuff going on, so he needs space. And I, being a good girlfriend, will grant him that space."

Irma smirked, bobbing her head casually. "Sure, he does, Corny. Sure he does."

Cornelia frowned, causing a chain reaction in making both Irma and Hay Lin giggle. An African American woman's head peeked out around the wall. "Hey, you three done discussing boys yet? We got a party to get to."

Irma gave a wave of the hand. "We're coming, Taranee! Geez, did everyone get a Pick-on-Irma memo today or something?"

Taranee smirked, pushing her glasses up. "Nope, sorry Irma. I wasn't responsible today."

Irma whirled around, pointing dramatically at Taranee. "Ah-ha! I knew it! You did give memos out one time! When was it, huh? During prom? Or maybe it was when Nigel—"

"Irma, do you want me to set you on fire?"

"Heh-eheh . . . No, Tara. I'm—I'm just fine." Irma had heard that threat before, and believe me, Taranee met it completely.

The four friends, despite their differences and badgering, walked together, laughing and chatting, all the way down to the driveway. At the end was a young woman, around the same age as them, with red hair and a huge smile on her face.

"'Bout time you showed up," the woman stated with a laugh. "I was about to ask one of my friends what was taking you so long."

The foursome grinned at each other. They all knew what "friends" this girl was talking about. Irma, however, let the grin slip off her face and addressed the woman. "Well, Will, can you tell your friend Llyod that he needs to blow more hot air? He can hardly dry these mess now!"

Will laughed. "Llyod's just a three year old air dryer, Irma. He's doing the best he can."

"Of course, Willie," Cornelia smirked while twirling a blond lock around her finger. "We all know you can't get read of any electronics once you start talking to them."

Will shrugged. "What can I say? They're like family. Still my favorite power from the old days. Boy, was I glad that the Yan Lin allowed me to keep it." Turning, she opened the car door. "Come on. The party's gonna be starting soon, and that portal is going to close eventually."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." With that, Irma climbed into the back seat, followed by Hay Lin and Cornelia. Taranee walked around the front, and with that, they drove off.

But even though they gave up their powers, W.I.T.C.H. will soon find out that the universe had yet to be done with them. Adventures were on the horizon, and little did they know, they were driving straight into their great fight yet.

For this one would not be about the battle of good versus evil. No, this would be a battle for the ones they will come to love. A war that threatens to tear not their flesh, but their hearts.