Rebellion

Summary: Over the years, Bloom has learnt that magic can do seemingly accomplish anything. When the chance to travel though time arises Bloom decides to forgo the warnings and take the past into her own hands. A rebellion is about to begin. AU.

Disclaimer: Winx Club is owned by Rainbow. I, the authoress, do not own and or profit from this work of fan fiction. Please note that none of my personal views and or options are reflected in this work of fan fiction.

Authoress' Notes: As we have seen in other works (cough-Darkwing Duck-cough), that when you let some character play with time, bad things happen. Oh, and of course the title is inspired, along with this tale, from another magical girl series, Puella Magi Madoka Magica. No spoilers for that series, but it is beyond amazing and well worth watching!

As noted in the summary, this will be AU from canon. More specifically the upcoming season seven.

Preface

Bloom pursed her lips, her brows knit together as she folded her arms. Moments before the red-head princess' expression was bright, and full of optimistic energy. That is until her gaze fell downward, and she seen a sight that was displeasing. Her eyes where transfixed on the scene playing out stories below.

A large pastel carriage straight out of a Disney movie drawn by four tall alicrons pulled up to the front of the castle. Bloom strained her eyes, sure enough a blonde head and then a brunette one popped out.

Daphne. And Thoren. Prince Thoren… Bloom made a sour face, His Royal Highness Prince Thoren of Domino. It had almost been a month until since the wedding and yet Bloom hadn't still gotten use to her new brother-in-law. Or the fact that now that yet another being bared the ultimate power of the Dragon's Flame.

Bloom's eyes narrowed and her hands made themselves into fists, as she did so her hands started to grow warmer and warmer. There was a voice at the back of her mind, oddly enough that sounded way too much like Flora, that told Bloom that she was being unreasonable. That Thoren was in fact a great guy and he made Daphne happy; therefor she herself should be happy.

But she wasn't, if anything Bloom was as far from happy as it came.

But what she seen next was enough for Bloom to lose any remaining self-control she possessed. Daphne rushed up the stairs, gathering her long skirt in one hand as she waved her other, a smile spread on her face.

"Mother! Father!" The blonde called out, her expression seemed to brighten more so. Bloom couldn't help but to roll her eyes at the sight.

Bloom twisted her head allowing her eyes to focus on her birth parents. Unsurprisingly the King and Queen stood outside the doors, arms wrapped around one another with larger than life smiles plastered across their faces.

"Ga!" Bloom stuck out her tong. "You never see them make a fuss over me when I come home from, you know, saving the entire freaking universe!" Bloom couldn't resist the urge to slap herself in the face.

Against her better judgment, Bloom resumed watching her birth parents embrace Daphne and then Thoren in a large group hug.

He's hugging him? You have got to- never in a million years would he do that to Sky!

Bloom took a step back, as she did so she caught a slight glance at her own reflection in the mirror. She gave a frown as she examined her reflection. Her typically bright eyes seemed dull and barred with dark circles and bags underneath. Her hair was a little limp. Slowly Bloom twisted her body, sure enough her dress that months ago fit perfectly now appeared loser on her small frame. Her hands slowly slid down her chest, her fingertip brushing exposed bone.

With a heavy sigh Bloom closed her eyes, an action she soon found herself regretting as the task to reopen them was more challenging than she had first thought.

I remember all those years ago when the only thing I longed for was wings of my own, now that I have them all I want to do is be normal again. It's only been a short while since a new enemy has appeared and I am already exhausted.

Bloom tilted her head back and spread her arms out to the sides; just like she use to do in her youth when she rode her bike around her old hometown of Gardenia. Just like flying, she recalled telling herself.

It's almost been a decade since I awoke to my magic, but even after everything that I have faced, and after all I have done I still can't get use to life as it is now. Daphne is the lucky one, she got to grow-up her with Ortiel and Mariam. Bloom snorted, I can't even mange to bring myself to call them 'dad' and 'mom'. They are still strangers to me…perhaps they will always be… No, that's wrong. I'm the stranger to them.

I can't help but to wonder….

What I wouldn't give to put an end to the what-ifs that keep me up at night.