Who We Became Without You
Set during and after "Hallowinx". What if the Trix were the three sisters from Mitzi's story? What if the fourth sister wasn't just Mitzi's addition to the story, but really did exist? When the Trix follow the Winx to the party, intending on taking them by surprise, they are unexpectedly reunited with their beloved baby sister, who was kidnapped years prior. But what happens when old enemies resurface and are out for blood? Can the sisters protect each other or will everything they've rebuilt come crashing down?
Chapter 1: The Fourth Sister
The three Witches had been following the Winx around for hours, always keeping just out of sight. God, those fairies were so dumb. They were completely oblivious to the fact that they were being followed, and the sisters weren't even in disguise!
It had been a pretty uneventful day and they had quickly become bored of their task. Gardenia was such a boring place! The most excitement they'd had was when they were scheming to get rid of that annoying brat, Mitzi. She was apparently the party host, but she was a real bitch and had the most annoying voice any of them had ever heard. When they'd first arrived, the Winx had bumped into her and the trix were hidden in a nearby alleyway. Upon hearing her voice, Stormy had nearly blown a hole in her head and the others had to stop her for fear of giving away their presence. Under other circumstances they would have gladly let their little sister end her.
Now, it was finally dark outside and they were (at long last) headed to the party. The Winx were using their fairy forms as costumes, but the witches had yet to put on their own disguises, which would end up being unnecessary anyway.
Their faces paled as they caught sight of the decrepit old house the fairies were approaching. It looked like it had been abandoned for years, but in reality, the sisters new, it hadn't even been a decade.
As the Winx were invited inside, they dropped to their knees under a weeping willow tree.
"No . . ." Darcy whispered, her voice barely audible.
"It can't be . . ." Stormy trailed off.
Icy squeezed her eyes shut against the cruel memories of pain and grief that overwhelmed her, dragging her back to that dark, dark place. The pain of losing their parents and failing to protect their baby sister fresh in her mind. Traitorous thoughts that had been buried in the deepest recesses of her mind resurfaced, whispering darkly. You're a failure. You'll never be forgiven. What a terrible sister! You can't even protect your family! It's all your fault! You don't deserve this life!
"I failed." She whispered, as she stared at the ground.
Her sisters did not speak. They were lost in their own minds, holding each other brokenly. The air had turned cold around her, a few stray flurries floating down as the minutes ticked by. She didn't know how long they sat there, unwilling to move or carry out their plan.
It wasn't until noise erupted in the yard nearby that they were pulled back to reality.
They watched as several party guests stood in the yard, holding jack o lanterns above their heads and three ghostly figures surrounded the Winx. Off near the house a fourth figure, identical to the first three, was headed for the group of fairies. Upon her arrival, Stella exclaimed, "Mitzi!" And the gig was up. All four figures took off their masks, revealing that they were party guests as well, with the exception of Mitzi, the hostess.
As Mitzi went off on a spiel in front of the Winx, another figure appeared, hovering in the sky, like she had teleported there. As she floated down, Mitzi turned around, and promptly fainted, much to the witches' delight.
The girl was small, not much more than child, but when she took off her mask, which was identical to those of Mitzi and her assistants, the sisters gasped. For there in the place of the mask was a face they'd never forget.
The girl looked at Mitzi, nudged her with a foot, and snickered. "I am not that scary."
She looked up and glanced around, eyeing the fairies curiously, wondering whether they were real or just people in costumes, before her gaze danced across the yard and landed on the three witches.
A huge smile spread across her face and she took off running towards them.
"Icy! Darcy! Stormy!" She squealed joyously.
The Winx panicked, clearly thinking she was toast. Layla tried to grab the kid, but missed. Stella started screaming and there was a look of sheer horror on Flora's face.
"Stop!" Bloom shrilled.
The girl didn't listen, instead she barrelled into Icy, who wasted no time in wrapping her in a tight hug.
Icy wasn't one to cry. Crying was a sign of weakness. She hadn't even cried when their parents died, she had forced herself to stay strong for her little sisters. But in that moment, she didn't care who saw her. Tears slid freely down her cheeks as the little sister she thought to be lost jumped into her arms.
"Sisters!" The girl exclaimed. "I found you!"
"Lily. Oh Lily." Icy whispered through her tears.
"Oh Dragon! Lily!" Darcy cried. "We thought you were dead!"
"We didn't think we'd ever see you again!" Stormy added tearfully.
It didn't take long for Darcy and Stormy to join in the hug, and soon, all four sisters were in each other's arms. The three older ones fawned over the youngest in such a way that nobody would have ever believed they were ever trying to take over Magix.
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"Am I seeing this right?" Musa questioned as she stared at the reunion in a state of shocked confusion.
"Who the hell is that kid?! Where did she come from?!" Layla exclaimed.
"Isn't it obvious?" Said Tecna. "She must the trix's sister."
"Hold on! Would that not mean . . ." Flora trailed off.
Tecna nodded. "It would appear they are, in fact the sisters from Mitzi's story."
"That's not possible." Bloom argued. "That story took place a century ago! Not to mention they're descendants of the Ancestral witches! They couldn't be from Earth!"
Stella stormed over the tree, where the sisters seemed quite oblivious to their presence. "Would someone like to explain what the hell is going on here?" She exclaimed, hands on hips and a glare plastered on her face.
The sudden exclamation seemed to startle the sisters, and Icy pulled the little girl - Lily - closer to her and gave the sun fairy a bitter glare.
"Way to ruin the moment!" Flora hissed in her ear.
"Yeah!" Stormy agreed. "Way to ruin it! You fairies are so nosy."
"Sor-ry!" Stella huffed. "But it's not every day you see witches in tears, hugging each other! I got curious."
"Whatever." Icy whipped the remaining tears from her eyes. "I suppose you deserve to know. We did follow you here after all."
Layla raised an eyebrow. "We're actually going to stand here and have a civilized conversation?"
Darcy ignored the fairy and continued. "We should start at the beginning." she motioned to the old house. "We were raised here - Icy, Stormy and I that is. Lily was only five when -"
"The shit hit the fan." Stormy finished darkly. "Some lunatic m-murdered our parents. If it weren't for Griffin, the lot of us would have ended up in foster care."
"Griffin?" Bloom questioned. "What did she do?"
"She was apparently an old friend of our parents. They-they made a deal that if something happened to them, she was to come here, and take us all back to the Magic Dimension." Darcy supplied.
"The day she arrived, Lily was kidnapped. We searched high and low but there wasn't a trace. We-we believed she was dead." Icy was almost in tears again. She seemed to be taking this harder than her sisters.
"We came back every weekend to look for her, but without the slightest trace, we lost hope." Darcy added.
Stormy sighed, her eyes focusing on something far away. "Before all that, life was good. Our parents loved us. We had the best baby sister in all the realms . . ."
"Everything changed when our powers started to develop. We learnt from our parents, of Magic Dimension. They promised we'd go back, that we could go and learn magic, but they never got the chance to keep it." Darcy continued.
Images danced above her head of three little girls, crouching around a baby in a basket, shifting to three teenagers standing close, one holding a little girl in her arms, leaning on one another, looking at the ground. That shifted again to show the three teenagers on their knees, their faces buried in their hands. The child was nowhere in sight. It continued like that showing images of grief, hopelessness and looming shadows.
The fairies were shocked to hear the story of their enemies, so different from what they had imagined. To learn they weren't any different than themselves in the beginning. That they had loved their family and were broken by the loss of dear parents and a beloved baby sister.
"That's terrible." Whispered Flora.
"It all makes sense now." Said Bloom. "Why you're so vengeful. So angry."
"Our judgment was clouded and twisted by grief." Darcy explained. "The darkness crept in, making easy victims of us."
Easy victims. . .
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