Darcy is a witch.
But could she help that? If she could turn back time, she would. She would stop herself from ever enrolling in Cloud Tower. Stop herself from meeting Icy and Stormy. Stop herself from diving deeper into the darkness when she wasn't ready.
She'd already been shunned. Shunned for being a witch. Shunned for being a witch with the powers of darkness. And now, shunned for trying to take her revenge on the life that dealt her a losing hand.
And now, she lay in the darkness again. Alone, without even her- though she'd never admit it-closest friends to comfort her. How did it come to this? They were so powerful. They were sure nothing could stop them. But, it seemed she drew the queen of spades and lost the game again.
Nobody could understand. Nobody could care. That boy-what was his name? Riven. That relationship they had-all fake. No love. But, what surprise was that? After all, a heart of darkness couldn't love.
And yet, it made her jealous. When she used to walk the Magix dimension, he rage would skyrocket when she saw the happy couples, walking together, sharing food, kissing, taunting her with the love and affection she could never have. The love and affection that she longed for. Or, perhaps, it wasn't love and affection she wanted, but simply comfort.
She hugged her knees and laid her head on her head on them, and waited. And waited. And continued to wait. Wait in the Omega dimension, isolated from everything and anything. There was no hope for her now; she was doomed to spend the rest of her life in the darkness.
How Ironic. To drown in the very thing that fed her rage all these years.
Tears began to form at her eyes. Pitiful, how it had come to this. Even more pitiful that she let them fall, let them roll down her eyes. The most pitiful of all was the sobbing sounds she made. Like a hiccup, mixed with a pained groan. And there she sat, for hours, just letting her built up emotions erupt like a volcano.
And then, light.
She opened her eyes. She was standing, no longer crying, no longer alone in the dark. Across from her was Stormy, rubbing her eyes to get used to the light. In front of her stood Icy, rambling about their next plan to take over the world.
So, it was all an illusion. And cruel illusion that the dimension projected into her head. And she would have stayed that way had Icy not freed her from her prison of ice. Immediately, her anger flared again. How dare they do this to her? Her, one of the most powerful witches in the universe.
Her hands made fists, her face sneered, and her eyes were filled with hatred towards the fairies. They would pay.
She and her sisters would make sure of it.