This was originally saved under Primigrl's stories simply because i did not have an account. This is still my first fanfic so please review, but be kind, thanks :)
Disclaimer- I obviously do not own the Winx Club. If I did Bloom and Skye would have died a long time ago... they annoy me. Any characters you don't recognize are most likely of my own creation ^_^
Enjoy :)
"Ari! Wait for me. I wanna come!"
"Maddy, you know Mom doesn't want you to follow me. I'm practically a disgrace to the family."
"Not to me and Fluffy you're not!"
"You and Fluffy are following me and Rascal. Fluffy is no wolf, he's a Siberian Husky. Don't look at me like that. Go back to the castle and be a good princess."
"B-but I wanna be like you. Wild an-and carefree. Ari its awful being locked in there with the others."
Silence.
"Ok, Maddy. You're too far like me already. Just keep up. Me and Rascal don't wait for nobody. Got it. Let's go Rascal."
"Ariella! Do not tell me you're going to the club tonight in that!"
I looked up from slipping on my heels startled. My friend Stella stood there in my dorm (that I shared with a girl called Angelyca) wearing a short, strapless green dress looking astonished. Whether good or bad I couldn't tell. I looked down at myself. Wearing a mini royal blue skirt with a golden chain draped along the front and a gold one-strap bikini top, I thought I looked fine. To go clubbing that is.
"Yeah I am. Why? Something wrong with it?" I asked fiercely. Rascal was pacing and being rude. I agreed with him perfectly. Both Rascal and I were getting tired of being constantly indoors and we were beginning to get restless. This is never good.
She beamed with pride and clapped her hands.
"No! It's absolutely gorgeous. You have completely been raised higher up in the world of fashion that I rule." I looked at her in irritation.
"Thanks Stella, but I'm not in the mood for compliments." I snapped at her. She gave me a confused and hurt look. Musa strode in wearing a knee length, black and red spaghetti-strap dress. She was tailed by a bored Layla who looked stunning in jean capris with a purple and white halter top. Bloom followed in a sequined light blue spaghetti-strap dress that ended right below her butt urging in an unhappy Tecna.
"This is ridiculous. I feel ridiculous. This dress keeps falling and shimmers too much for my liking." She complained. I tensed and tried real, real hard not to voice Rascals' thoughts.
"You look fine, Tecna. It falls because you keep tugging at it." She soothed our friend.
"Relax Ari," Musa said calmly. "You're way too tense. We're gonna have fun tonight." I ignored her.
"Can we just get going?" I hissed. The others gave me a look of surprise. I was on the verge of both tears and a hissy fit that included tearing down the building. This was new to them.
"No, we need to wait for Flora." Bloom told me. I shot her a glare; if looks could kill, Bloom would be dead. Rascal was getting worse. He was howling now. I shuddered. Stella threw him an annoyed look.
"Ari shut him up please!" she whined. That's where I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and off my bed and headed for the door. Rascal padded behind me.
I could feel their stares, but I left anyways.
You're cutting it close. Rascal informed me. I ignored the comment, slipped off my heels and raced to the main doors at a dead run. I shoved the doors opened and ran through. Rascal wormed past and led me to the gates that keep us in. I slipped past them and ran for the forest surrounding Alfea. Rascal led my blind run. Jumping over raised roots and fallen branches; dodging burrows and ditches. I copied his every movement.
We reached a little clearing that Rascal ran circles around, enjoying himself. I fell to my knees in the middle of the clearing and gave a dry sob. Rascal padded over.
Are you crying? Panting happily, he collapsed next to me and plopped his head onto my lap. I scratched his ear.
No. It almost feels like home out here that's all. Rascal whined and gave my hand a comforting lick.
You miss your pack? The one in Trakdyon? I sighed and looked up at what sky the little clearing offered.
Nice stars. He rewarded my comment with a small growl. I closed my eyes and felt the night breeze run through my long chestnut hair.
A little. I admitted. I miss Maddy and Fluffy a lot though. I still expect them to beg to come with us wherever we go. It's been almost two years. She's 15 now. She's probably already had her coronation.
I miss them too. They had more life than your other sisters. All they cared about was getting a respectable mate. They were dull, especially that rabbit. He only smelled appetizing. An image of a rabbit on a china plate came into my head. I laughed.
"Sorry, buddy. No can do." He gave a sigh.
Only wishful thinking. We stayed that way, silent and content with each other's company.
Suddenly Rascal jerked his head up and stared out into the trees. He started to growl. I looked at him then at the direction he was staring at. He got up and started to growl louder.
What's the matter? Rascal didn't answer. He started to howl. Scrambling to my feet, heels still in my hand, I asked him what was happening.
A man. From Trakdyon.
That's impossible! No one knows where I am. I was scared. How did anyone know where I was? I wasn't followed! You wouldn't be able to track me. It's been over a year, my scent would've have faded.
Let's go Rascal.He gave one final howl that was answered by a menacing bark. Then he ran for the opposite end of the clearing. I followed before I lost sight of his white form.
What kind of hound was that?
A Doberman. Rude fellow. We ran in silence the only noise was the barking of the Doberman. I hoped we wouldn't get caught, but Rascal wanted to teach the Doberman and its bonded human a lesson.
Rascal, what direction are we going in?
That prison that you call school.
Just making sure. We reached the gates just as the Doberman burst through the trees. I shoved Rascal through then I slipped through just in time. I closed the gate just as the Doberman lunged at us. I stumbled back and held Rascal at bay mentally. The Doberman was huge! His fur was jet black and his teeth were sharp and well polished.
Let me teach him a lesson! I'm not a puppy that needs protection! Let me go!
No! So quit asking. Rascal growled unhappily. A man dressed in all black slipped from the shelter of the trees. He was a big man with sharp features. Two black bushy eyebrows hung over beady black eyes. He came toward the gate and bowed real low, like to a queen or king. He straightened and gave an ill humored grin.
"Hello, Princess Ariella, or should I say Queen Ariella?" Rascal huffed in surprise.
Queen?
I'm just as confused as you are.
"What are you saying?" He laughed in surprise. I shuddered.
"You don't know? Your mother left you the kingdom. And running away you left yourself free game for any man."
