AN: Well, another story of mine. I hope it is readable because it is the first time I really wrote something in English to upload and I hope it you will like it.^^ (If there is ever someone reading it.) The story isn't finished yet but there are a few chapters in store to upload. The chapters will be short, one or two pages per chapter. Have fun reading this!^^

lg Verona-mira

Chapter 01

The world shifted back. He could feel it. It circled and rotated, parted and mended, moved and stood still. All of these things happened at the same time. If he hadn't been frozen he would have vomited at all these sensations, when they crashed into his mind, after almost eighteen years of not being there to feel anything. But he was frozen. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't see. But he was here again and he was awake. He knew he wouldn't be free. The ice froze the magic inside him, didn't let him move it and didn't let him free himself. And so he needed to wait for someone to set him free. Set him free to let him get his revenge. It was promised to him. And he would take it. And if it did kill him…well, he could come back anytime. It wasn't as if he could die anymore. And so he waited and remembered. And he knew that death would be too kind for most of them. And his memories would keep these feelings for him. His memories would be there and remind him of his hate. And he couldn't let go of it because they had betrayed him. Lured him into a world he didn't know or understand and tried to form him into something he had never been. And if they died before he could get to them, he could get…creative. And now the cycle was closed.

Bloom didn't feel well. The fiasco with Darkar had left the magical dimensions in an uproar and many wanted to speak with the heroes of the day. She missed the quite days when she didn't know about magic and fairies and everything related to them. She had been normal. She had been one normal girl in one normal town somewhere on a normal planet and her only care had been her schoolwork and boys. And now she needed to think about a good way to tell Sky she didn't want to go to one of these feasts, even if they were held for them. She didn't like how people looked at her. Hell, they knew how she had been controlled and hold her wish to know more about her parents against her for not discovering how the teacher had been an imposter after not even the other teachers saw anything! And so she hid in her room at earth trying to calm her mind and not get a panic attack at the thought of being dragged to one of these parties after being a victim to Stella and her fashion obsession. She loved her friends. But she couldn't take them all without a break at the moment. They were all so happy and she knew that there was a monster inside of her, now. Sleeping until it could break out again and sometimes she felt as if she was hanging on her fingertips and it only took one shove from one person who didn't know better and she would fall and there was only hate so deep inside. Hate for small things she had forgiven. Hate that this thing couldn't let go of. A sensation crashed over her. The world moved under her without moving. She fell and stood on hard ground. And when everything was over she was lying on her bed and tried to breathe. Something had happened. She didn't know what, but it had torn open the shields around earth. Looking out of the window she needed to blink. Lights glowed on the sky like polar lights. She made photos of it. And hoped it wasn't too bad.

|The first things he remembered were a green light and cold laughter. The following things were mostly coldness and hunger, crying for warmth nobody would give him. And he remembered darkness. Light was so rare for him and nobody wanted to show him the light he carved to calm his fears and lighten his mind of the words he didn't quite understand but were screamed by a woman he didn't know but was familiar with. Nobody would give him warmth. Nobody would give him light. Nobody would speak to him, laugh at him or care for him. There was only cool darkness to sooth his pain and loneliness to get used to. But these things were his. And as much as he carved the other things, somehow he knew he would never get them.|

Faragonda was at a loss. She didn't know what to do. Looking at the pictures of the night sky of Gardenia was like looking on a picture of a landscape where a feast was held. She knew what it was but she didn't know what caused it. What caused the destruction of the shields around earth? And why did they suddenly locate magic on this planet when nothing should be left of it? She felt cold inside, like a foreboding was there, but a foreboding of what? She would like to give the girls a normal year. But after two years at the front of conflicts nobody in Magix would let it happen if something happened and the 'heroes' weren't there to help. Bloom was a nice girl. She would help. She couldn't see anyone hurt. But she knew the feelings of the girl. The sudden wake up after she realized there was something so dark inside her. It seemed to get better slowly but she would keep looking until she was sure that the girl was well again.

The ministry of magic was in a mess. Voldemort was dead, they did get rid of the last Potter and everything looked fine. But then the goblins didn't want to let them to his money because their spells stated he was alive somewhere, when they went to them not even ten minutes after they shoved him through the veil in the department of mystery because they wanted to share the money between the ministry and Dumbledore and his followers for helping getting rid of him. And then all over the world the sky was alighted in colours, their saviour wasn't there anymore to take the blame for it, the money was out of their reach and nobody knew what was going on.

Dumbledore was angry. This boy couldn't be alive! He shoved him himself through the veil! He killed him! He killed him like he killed everyone who would openly fight for this boy! He was the winner of his own game! He got rid of this boy! But it didn't matter at all because the goblins said he was alive! Nobody was shoved through the veil and declared alive! Sitting down he took a few lemon drops. And tried to think of a way to make sure the boy was dead.

Stella was angry. Well, angry like a five year old that didn't get what it wanted but that wasn't the point. She had so many great ideas for her friend when the first parties started and now the girl couldn't be found at all! It didn't matter where she looked the girl was never there! Not in the dorm, not outside on the grounds, not in the other places she looked! Sky wasn't very happy about it either. He was a prince and one of the main heroes, tearing the red head out of the darkness and back to the light. It was expected from him to show up on this feast together with the girl he saved! But this girl couldn't be found! She would have a talk with Bloom when she found her!

Icy looked at the big piece of ice. "Is that…a man?" Darcy got out and stepped a bit nearer trying to see something inside the ice. Stormy rubbed her arms. "If it is, I hope he knows a way out of here. It won't take long to freeze me again with this temperature around here," she hissed, "And this won't be as nice as the magical ice!" Icy laid her hands on the ice block. Something hissed behind them. "Shit, get him out! If he doesn't know anything he can still play bait for us!" Darcy almost screamed her answer. Icy pulled at her magic and pushed it against the structure of the ice. Cracks started to appear on the block, cracking the ice and letting air move to the body. The cracks reached him. And his eyes snapped open, revealing a startling, burning blue instead of normal eyes. And the whole world exploded in flames.

|Pain was as much his companion as pride held his body and mind together and didn't let him give in to the cold darkness, which came some nights with the promise of a world without pain. If he gave in, they would have broken him and with that they would have won. He hated them. He hated them and he wouldn't let them win. Not over him. They had only the power over him he would give them. They could beat him trying to meld his mind until he laid in the blood of his own body the metallic smell of copper in his nose. They could starve him and let him use his powers to stay alive. They could shout at him trying to let their insults and lies carve themselves into his mind. They couldn't teach or meld him because he knew they lied. They lied in every breath to him. They lied to every neighbour about him. They lied about his powers to him. They lied to the school nurse about his health. And so he didn't believe a word they told him. Because they looked at him with so much hate and they loathed him so much they couldn't speak the truth. They wanted him to hurt. They would only tell the truth if it hurt him. They would look happy then and they only looked at him with hate. They didn't take him in because they wanted it. Someone forced them. And he hated this person as much as his relatives. And he could only hate and hate and hate and hate. And there was only darkness inside of him because light was warm and didn't cause pain. And he knew no time without pain. He didn't know warmth. And so darkness was the only thing left inside him.|