The Dragonfire's Rebirth

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Jayme Andrea

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Our Story begins 100 years after The Winx Club. Two girls, Jayme and Andrea, are born into a time similar to The Winx, except for one thing; The Dragonfire has been missing since Bloom's death. There was a prophecy that a princess would be the next holder of the Dragonfire, but it has yet to show itself in any princess. A new school, Rane's Acadamy for Princesses, was created in hopes of finding the nicknamed "Dragon Princess".

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"Mom!" I cried out of my door. How could she send me to that dumb prep school, Alfea, when the new fairy school was so much cooler. Everyone who's anyone sends their princesses to Rane, not Alfea. I would probably be the only princess to roam the hallways of Alfea School.

"Sorry, honey, but you know where we stand." My mother, the Queen of Solaria, clicked away from my room, her golden heels tapping on the shining marble floor.

"Yeah, I know where you stand, Mom." I thought, "You don't want me to be accepted as a Princess. I have to go to school with a bunch of wannabe fairies. Why do I have to have parents that are so die-hard traditional? Then again, this could work to my advantage." Visions of being the most popular girl in school danced in my head with the vigor of sugar plums in a child's on Christmas Eve. I quickly finished packing and headed out the door.

Finally, a chance to be a normal girl. My parents were content with sending me to Alfea instead of Rane, but only after days of begging. My whole life I had been poked and prodded and told to stand taller, walk straighter, hold my head higher. Being a princess is nice, but I just wanted a chance to see what it would be like to be normal for once.

I was packing my bags when I heard a splash by my window. I walked out onto the sand and saw my old friend Tootles. I stroked his rough head.

"Hey, boy." I stroked his shell and ran my finger down his green fin. A stroke of near brilliance hit me when I ran to my room. I grabbed an old bag that I hadn't used in forever. I brought it out to the water and coaxed a few waves into the fabric. A couple of magic words and a bottle of turtle-food, and my Tootles was coming with me to Alfea.