Dedication: For Ruby
Disclaimer: If I owned Winx, would this be called a fan fiction?
Hello everyone! Okay, before you start asking questions, there are a few things I need to clear up. One, this is not, I repeat, NOT a sequel to 'Realise' and 'Endless Love'. Two, I am taking a break from 'Realise' because I have extreme writers block. And we're talking EXTREME. Rosie and Anna (A close friend of mine) both say that writing this may give me ideas! Sorry, Layla and Nabu fans, but Nabu doesn't exist in this story. I don't think I know him well enough to get right into his character. Plus, in this, Riven is a thin person- same strength, just not so big muscles. So, here goes:
Songs of Darkness
By DramaqueenNo1
Chapter 1
The night is dark. A silhouette hovers by the window. A dark pair of eyes gaze at the moon. They, trained since birth, see nothing, and yet everything. The figure crosses to the other side of the balcony. Can he see what is to come? The silvery light of the moon shines, illuminating the boy's scarred features for a couple of seconds. Scowling, the boy fishes a golden locket out of his pocket. Whatever is inside is worthy enough of a quick, sensitive smile, which lights up his face, and then falls back into gloom. He hastily stows the precious locket back into his pocket. It is evidently important to him. Sighing softly, he walks back to the untidy bed. Fully clothed, he falls onto the bed and succumbs to deep sleep.
"Riven! Finally decided to grace us with your presence, then?" Brandon cried out jokingly, as the bleary eyed specialist staggered into the Red Fountain hall, where the boys of the military school ate. Riven scowled, and collapsed into a waiting seat that his friends had saved for him.
They were the largest, and most unusual group of specialists. Riven was probably was the most violent of the five; magenta-haired and a hater of dark magic. His past was shadowy, filled with possession, witches and hate.
Sky, blond haired and charmingly named Cinderella by Riven, was crown prince of Eraklyon. There were those who thought that his nickname was a compliment (which of course Riven didn't mean to happen at all), as the gentle prince was not a stereo-type prince like his parents wanted. In fact, he was so out of the ordinary that he had switched identities with Brandon (his squire) until halfway through his second year, when they had been discovered.
Timmy, a shy, ginger-haired genius, loved computers and logic. 'Brains over brawn' was his favourite saying, and he stuck to his word. Although he was not top of the class in agility (Brandon), or defence (Sky), or battle fighting (Riven), he could easily wipe the floor with anyone in academic lessons.
Helia, a transfer student who like the school so much that he stayed, was a poetic pacifist and Headmaster Saladin's nephew. His ideal past time was painting. It was enthralling to create entrancing pictures simply by meeting paintbrush and paper.
And lastly, Brandon. The gullible, happy-go-lucky squire was a sandy haired show-off, as Riven told him day by day. However, Brandon was brave and smart; able to keep a cool head in a fight, but not such a cool head when it was Riven that he was fighting. Riven really knew how to get under his skin.
But at the moment, Brandon was enjoying the unusual pleasure of tormenting Riven early in the morning, which was not with out risk. Helia surveyed the smirking brunette taunts, and watched Riven silently boil with nothing more than interested apprehension. After all, it was not good to be in firing range when Riven got mad. But still, it was quite funny to see Brandon whimper time and time again when Riven let his annoyance get the better of him.
"Brandon, unless you want your head ripped off, I suggest you stop making fun of Riven," commented Sky dryly. Riven scowled. Timmy was typing very quickly on his laptop, making Helia dizzy.
"What are you doing, Timmy? Finishing up left over homework?"
"Left over homework?" spluttered Brandon, choking on his drink, "Timmy, is this true? Timmy's got left over homework!" he crowed happily, then his expression changed to one of mock shock, "Is the world coming to an end?"
"Ha ha, very funny," said Timmy crossly, "If you must know, I'm hooking up the data supply to the matrix, but the matrix is giving me trouble, so I'm adding some…"
"Timmy, we don't care," said Riven, slouching in his chair. Tiredly he rubbed his eyes, blinking the sleep right out of them.
"Oh, poor sleeping beauty…"
"Watch it."
"Yeah, why are you so tired? You went to bed before any of us."
"Uhh…" said Riven, hesitating slightly, fumbling with something in his pocket, "Uhh… couldn't sleep."
"What's that in your pocket?"
"Nothing," Riven snapped, and he left the room, leaving the other specialists shaking their heads in astonishment.
"…without moon and stars…" sang Musa softly, as she brushed her untidy hair. Stella was glaring mutinously at Musa, every now and then scowling at Bloom.
"You didn't have to put a silencing charm on her, you know," said Tecna, "you could have always just told her to go away."
"I know, but she was just going on and on about Brandon, and I couldn't take it anymore," grinned Musa mischievously, "and besides, silencing charms are so much fun!"
"Grrr…" mouthed Stella, unable to speak because of the spell. Bloom giggled, amused by Stella's distress.
Flora entered the room, and Stella instantly sprang up, and started desperately miming at Flora. Flora, bemused by Stella's actions, turned to Tecna, with a look on her face that said: 'What on Magix is Stella doing?'
"Musa and Bloom put a silencing charm on her," said Tecna, as an explanation.
"Oh," said Flora, and then: "Why?"
"She was talking too much," said Bloom.
"Poor thing!" said Flora, concerned, and immediately removed the spell.
"FINALLY! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN UNDER THAT SPELL? HALF AN HOUR! ALL I WAS DOING WAS TALKING ABOUT MY DARLING SNOOKUMS WHEN THESE TWO ATTACKED ME! HOW DARE YOU! I AM A PRINCESS, YOU KNOW!"
"Yes, Stella, we know," grinned Bloom.
"WELL, GOOD FOR YOU! YOU GUYS DON'T APPRECTIATE ME! I COULD PUT SPELLS ON YOU GUYS TOO! IN FACT, I WILL! YES, AND FIRST I SHALL PUT A SILENCING CHARM ON YOU, MUSA! WE'LL SEE HOW YOU LIKE THAT, SHALL WE? AND-"
Bloom quickly put the spell back onto Stella, while Flora said sternly:
"You really shouldn't shout, Stella," Stella glowered angrily, "and Musa can't have a silencing charm put on her, remember? She's fairy of sound and music, silence just won't work."
Musa giggled at Stella's pout.
You can tell so much from eyes. Eyes can conceal pain. Eyes can conceal love. Eyes can conceal longing. These eyes concealed all three. The pupils are pitch black, and you could get lost for days in the colour. Which is what the boy seemed to want to do. He gazed at the locket, not letting an inch of it escape from him. This endless searching seemed to give him no pleasure, it only succeeded in making him even more agitated and distracted.
"Hey Riven? Are you okay?" Helia asked as he walked into the room he shared with the boy. He saw Riven quickly stuff something into his pocket. He also saw that the tall specialist looked really annoyed.
"It's none of your business."
"Actually, yes it is. And I heard you creeping around last night. What were you doing?"
"I said nothing! Get your nose out!"
"Fine, fine," muttered Helia, as he walked out of the room.
"Today's lesson," said Palladium, as he paced back and forth, "is about defence spells."
"Sir, with all due respect, haven't we already covered defensive spells?" asked Tecna politely.
"Yes Tecna, but as we go on, life hands us more hardships. You must learn advanced spells, or- Stella, what are you doing?"
"Well, as a matter of fact…"
"Sorry, Stella didn't quite catch that,"
"Well, as a matter of fact…"
"Pardon, Stella?"
"I said…" At that moment, Bloom and Musa removed the spell, "AS A MATTER OF FACT, I AM LISTENING BUT I CAN'T SPEAK BECAUSE BLOOM AND MUSA PUT A SPELL ON ME! BUT YOU CAN'T HEAR ME SO I'M JUST GOING TO MAKE IT UP! NO PROFESSER, I HATE YOUR STUPID LESSON!"
"Well, Stella, I'm glad that you feel that way. You can stay after class today so we can arrange away to make sure that you enjoy your lessons a little bit more."
"Yes Professor," sighed Stella sadly.
In the darkness, it's easy to get lost. Easy to lose your soul. Easy to lose your faith. The boy's eyes are filled with pain. They're already halfway to becoming lost. But lost in love, or in sorrow?