I wrote a different version of this on my old account – had to make a new one as I forgot the password!
This is just an idea about the Trix that I had, and I thought I'd write it. Never written a full one before… Plz be nice! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club or anything to do with it. Created by Iginio Straffi and I think the rights belong to Nickelodeon now?
NB: so apparently in the French novel of the first movie, the ancestresses names are given as Belladonna, Lysslis and Tharma. I'm gonna go with that.
Floating in the dregs of the water summoned by his own failed Spell of the Elements, Valtor felt the familiar prickle behind his eyes as his horns receded, leaving his wispy blond bangs in their place. The reluctance to return to his mistresses was palpable as he forced himself up on his aching arms, grunting tiredly at his ripped clothes. 'They could have warned me' he thought, getting to his feet and wringing the dirt out of his hair.
He shook his head and scanned coolly around the cavern, planning an escape route. Seeing none, he felt the rage against Bloom and her little friends boil in his heart. It was their fault he was trapped down here, all the power that'd he'd requisitioned in the last year gone and almost without a doubt a trio of angry witches waiting for him in Obsidian. Where were they when he needed them? Feeling his face blush red hot, Valtor grunted, flinging a nearby rock against the side of the cave, dust crumbling off it.
As if on cue, he felt his limbs go weak and suddenly very far away. He watched himself fade before his own eyes, a second of blackness, and reforming seconds later, leaning roughly against a slimy black rock. Looking around, a flicker of dismay danced across his white face when he saw where he was: directly in the heart of Obsidian. Jagged walls of sharp black rock rose above his head far further than he could see, three caves emitting an ungodly red light lay in front of him, formidable as ever. The silence was deafening.
"Well, look who showed up? What's the matter, those kids too much for you?" Belladonna's coarse voice flowed through the cavern like shock waves.
"N-no. It's Bloom, she's so-"
"Yes, yes, yes! The famous Bloom. When Icy whinged about her I always assumed it was just, well, her. She's always been a whiner. But maybe that is not the case. Lysslis?"
"Mmm, perhaps you're right. Hers is a common name around here. I think now might be a good time to try out our new plan." She said, circling the cavern and making Valtor very dizzy.
"And, what is that, exactly?" Valtor chimed in.
"Well, previously, we've sent out one of us, just one person, with or without the witches, they really are useless. Isn't that right?" she sent a piercing look Valtor's way, and, physically wincing, he agreed.
"Well this time," Tharma said, flying out from behind Valtor, straight through him, and to her sister's waiting side. " We're going for a more, full-on, attack. All of us. What do you think?
"Does it really matter?" Valtor muttered.
"What?" Belladonna hissed.
"It's brilliant." He replied, rolling his eyes when they turned away. Oh good. Another half-hearted attempt to 'take over the world'. And he'd have to work with the Trix. Again.
If any of them fell for him in the slightest, Valtor knew he would have no hope of quelling his contempt for them. He was seriously considering invading Zenith again purely for some of their legendary 'emotional numbing' serum. Slip it into their food – no more pointless crushes for those idiots. 'Then again', he thought, 'if that's my plan, I could poison them just as easily.' Was that so bad?
"Yes," Belladonna breathed from above him, "It is so bad. We need them, regrettably, for their special mission. Remember?!" The soul-ripping look on her rippling features told Valtor to give up. Grumbling a reply, he cursed himself as Belladonna floated seamlessly through the rock behind them for not recognising the creeping pressure behind his slitted eyes, the weight of her invading his mind. As he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his aching head, Valtor stuffed his chorded hand into his pockets and strode towards the Hidden Valley.
Pushing his way through the hanging weeds and leaves separating the cavern from the Valley, he readied his astute and eager mind for the mindless wittering of the witches. 'Ugh." He muttered, "Special mission. What is this 'mission', anyway? Something pointless, undoubtedly." His mutterings, correct as they were, were overheard by the white haired witch leaning against a nearby tree, black and withered, undeniably because of one of Icy's sisters, inventing their latest worthless hex.
"So, what's next in your war on nature?" Valtor sneered.
"Better make sure it isn't you." Icy laughed, tossing her glossy hair back in a torrent of sarcastic laughter. It cut Valtor deeply that she could still get to him after all the power she had seen him collect.
"I think I'll be alright, thanks." Valtor replied. Icy gave him a bored look and went back to staring blankly at the ground, periodically pausing to examine her immaculate nails.
Strolling into the centre of the trees where the witches sat idle, Valtor internally shrieked at the monotony of what he had to do. Every. Single. Time.
"Okay, you three, gather round." He began. "Now, they've got another plan. Guess what it is."
"Could it be attacking the school until they beat us? Again?" Darcy groaned.
"That's exactly it. However did you guess?" Valtor chuckled. "Except their coming too. We're all going. Mandragora too. How does that sound?"
"Does it matter what we think?" Stormy snapped.
"Not in the slightest. But come on, chop chop." He turned on his heel and left, leaving the witches alone.
Once Valtor was fully out of sight, the three sisters let out a synchronised groan.
"Why does Mandragora always have to come everywhere with us? She's such a drag!" Stormy whinged.
"I know, I mean we can hardly do our thing with her there, can we?" Icy replied. Darcy growled and said "Oh, come on! We all know we hate her 'cause she's better at this than us!"
"That is so not true!" Stormy barked, slamming her hand down against a nearby tree trunk.
"Yes it is, and you know it," Darcy said "now let's go, they'll want to see us."
"Mm," Icy muttered, jumping off the rock she had thrown herself down on while Valtor was talking, "now, sisters… brace yourselves."
Creeping towards the hidden door into the cavern, the Trix paused. From inside was coming the most horrific, malicious whisper from Belladonna's lips, directly into Valtor's ear. Stopping just short of the entrance, they listened:
"Can't we just ditch them? How important is the mission, really?"
"Very. We cannot truly have complete power over the magical dimension unless it is done. And besides, they should know."
"Mm, I suppose. So, we send them to Whisperia. They find out for themselves where they're from, and then we annihilate the place?" Valtor asked, his face as if the plan was written in a foreign language.
The Trix slipped back a bit from the edge of the door, and slid down the wall. Breathless, Icy said "so, they're sending us back home, and they're gonna blow us up?!"
"Home? Where even is that?" Stormy asked.
"You heard her, Whisperia." Darcy hissed.
"Where the hell's that?" Icy hissed back.
"I don't know; and guys, I think we're missing the point! If we go when they send us, we're all gonna get blown up! It won't be much better if we tell them we're not going, though!" Stormy interjected angrily.
"Okay, so let's go now!" Darcy growled.
"Ok" Stormy agreed.
"Hey, are we really planning to run away? From them?" Icy asked.
"Ice, we've wanted to find home for years. Theirs might be, but our home certainly isn't here." Darcy insisted. "Besides, what choice do we have? They're gonna come after us whatever we do, so may as well find our home."
"You make a good point. Alright, let's go." Icy said tentatively. Whatever remaining colour in her face drained away as she heard the barks coming from inside the cavern. They slipped away as Valtor was feeling their wrath swirl around in the air, completely undetected.