This is a revised version of my first Winx Club fanfic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Winx, but I do own my own characters.

Prologue

Some clouds hung overhead, though not as many as there had been in the recent past. Those clouds were dark, not only in appearance, but in their essence as well. Not even a sunbeam from the Fairy of the Sun and the Moon could break through those clouds.

Princess Bloom, the last known survivor of the Planet Sparx looked out the window and sighed. She needed some time alone; some time to think.

For the second year in the row, she managed to save the magical dimension after nearly being responsible for its defeat. At least, that's how she felt. It was the power of her Dragonfire that summoned the Army of Decay and it was Bloom herself who stole Alfea's piece of the Codex.

Bloom rolled onto her stomach and gave her pillow a squeeze. "Lord Darkar wasn't the one who said the power chant. It was me. I did it."

Sky, her boyfriend, never liked Professor Avalon, and Tecna had also been suspicious. She completely ignored her friends, and it nearly cost their lives.

Bloom knew her friends didn't hold anything against her. As a freshman, she was still getting used to the idea that magic wasn't just something in fairy tales. She didn't know what she was doing when she stole Alfea's piece of the Codex, or when she was working side-by-side with Lord Darkar. Everybody blamed the three witches and Lord Darkar. They were the ones who manipulated Bloom; they saw her weakness and used it against her.

She closed her eyes and sighed. I'll never be able to forgive myself for what I've done.

--

Flora closed her eyes and inhaled. She wasn't going to admit it to her friends, but she simply didn't feel like joining in on the party. She glanced over her shoulder and blushed when she realized that Helia was watching her. He was probably drawing her.

It was good to relax. There were no more worries about the Trix or Lord Darkar. Final exams were over, and her talkative bonded pixie was off enjoying the party. For the first time in months, everything felt right.

"Maybe I should spend more time in Alfea's gardens," she spoke to no one.

She heard a reply. It was faint, muffled. Flora turned her head and frowned in confusion. There was nobody there, and the voice didn't sound like any her friends. There was something familiar about it though. She shook her head.

--

"Flora?What are you doing here by yourself?" Bloom sat down next to her friend.

"I could've asked you the same thing, Bloom. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Bloom lied. "But I did have a really weird dream. One with Daphne in it. She told me that we need to go to the 'mirror world of the place where my magic was reborn.' What does that mean anyway?"

Flora shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I've been getting this weird feeling. It's like I'm hearing the Voice of Nature from a distance. It's so far away, I can hardly hear it."

"That's really weird. Can you make out anything about what it's saying or where it's coming from?"

"I don't know where it's coming from," Flora admitted. "But I think its telling me that there's a girl in trouble somewhere, and she doesn't know it."

"That's what Daphne told me."

"There's one more thing the Voice of Nature is trying to tell me."

"What is it, Flora?"

"It says we need to hurry."