"Come on, sis. We can do this. We can get out of here!" A young boy urged his sister.
The two children were in a dark room with barely any space to move around in. The only light in the room was that of moonlight, shining through a tiny window high above them.
"Malachi, I don't know if we can…" The girl cried.
The moonlight shone on them, showing them to be twins, no more than nine or ten years old with bright green eyes, pale skin and jet black hair.
"We have to! We can't let Kirova come back and we're still here! She'll rip the magic right out of us! I'll never get to be a real paladin and you'll never get your fairy wings! Do you want that, Divina? Do you?"
"No!" Divina whimpered. "But what can we do? There's no way to get out of here. This is an anti-magic chamber we're locked in. And even if it weren't, we are too weak. Our magic isn't strong yet and they have barely been feeding us enough to keep us alive!" She moaned.
"Look, Vin. I know it doesn't look too good, but where's the cheerful twin sister I used to know?" Malachi put a hand on top of his sister's unkempt curly hair.
"That stopped when I started having all these creepy dreams every time I fell asleep and is even more locked away now that we're locked away!" Divina exclaimed.
"We have to get out of here somehow. To save our parents. To save our home. If Kirova wins, the rest of us lose. Big time." Malachi was about to say something else, but he heard noises outside.
"Ssh!" He said, moving away from his sister.
An archway formed on one side of the room, letting in a flood of light from the lamp that the large, burly man standing just inside the doorway held.
"Come on, you little brats. Kirova says you've got to be fed, so…"
He put a tray with two bowls of an unidentifiable mush and the spoons sticking upright in them on the small table in the dungeon the children occupied and tossed in four stale slices of bread along with them.
"You're getting a feast tonight!" The man chuckled cruelly.
Malachi looked at his sister who was sitting in a corner of the cold stone floor, crying.
"What are you crying about, you little baby? You should be glad to offer your powers to Kirova!" The man laughed at the crying, terrified girl.
Malachi felt himself grow angry. How dare this creep make his sister cry even more than she already had!
He threw the bowls of mush at the man, startling him.
"Let's go, Vina! Let's go!" He reached for his sister's arm and dragged her out the door, into the now dark hallway, since the man had dropped and broken the lamp he held when Malachi threw the mush at him.
"We need to get out of here, we need to get out of here…" Malachi kept repeating to himself as his sister struggled to keep up with him.
All of a sudden, monstrous dogs with glowing red eyes and thick ropes of saliva hanging from teeth that looked more like small, off-white daggers lunged at them.
The children screamed and narrowly dodged.
Divina's eyes glowed a soft gold as they ran faster than ever to avoid the monster-dogs.
"They know we're out!" She exclaimed in (even more) fright.
"That I can tell!" Malachi breathed, already starting to feel tired.
"No, no! Kirova knows we've escaped too! I just saw it!" Divina exclaimed.
"Listen to your sister, Malachi. She's right!"
A woman with pale skin, long, dark red hair dressed in a navy blue, ankle-length long-sleeved corset dress, black gladiator style heels and lilac eyes appeared in front of them.
Both children screamed in terror and tried to back away, but heard the sounds of the monster-dogs coming up behind them.
"Like my new pets? I did their…. improvements myself…" Her hair flipped around, even though there was no breeze present as she clutched a black staff with silver runes carved up the side and a diamond on the top with what looked like black vines twisted around it.
"Let us go, Kirova! You won't get away with any of this!" Malachi exclaimed.
"Oh?" Kirova raised an eyebrow. "I won't? I've already murdered or arranged the murders of most of the Royal Council members, your father… And who knows where Queen Adelaide could be now?" Kirova glanced at the black-painted things that she called fingernails but the twins thought looked more like claws.
"I'd say I already have…" Kirova smiled sadistically.
"D… Dad's… dead?" Malachi's bravado wavered.
"Indeed he is, Prince Malachi. Now why don't we go back to your little room and then you won't have to meet the same fate?"
"NEVER!" Divina's eyes widened and she clapped her hands over her mouth as soon as she said it.
"Very well." The twins could hear more danger in Kirova's tone than in the most dangerous curse.
Her cold, lilac eyes flashed as she muttered a quick spell that engulfed the twins in a black light and lifted them off the ground.
Gold light joined the black as it drained out the children's bodies…
"No…" Divina struggled against the spell, as did her brother. "NO!"
A blinding gold light filled the room, forcing Kirova to break the spell and dropping the children to the ground.
"Need to go… Somewhere safe…" Divina managed to conjure a white card with a black frame and golden symbols in the middle.
"Malachi, grab my hand!" Divina cried, reaching out her free hand to him.
He did, still weakened from Kirova's spell on them both.
"No…" Kirova's eyes widened.
"Nowhere on this planet is safe for us, so…" Divina thought. "TRANSPORTUS TAROTUS…" She saw Kirova beginning to chant an incantation for what was no doubt a lethal spell…
The monster dogs were behind them. They had no other choice…
"TRANSPORUS TAROTUS SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY AND SAFE!"
She borrowed some of her brother's power to add to her own and they both disappeared, just as Kirova released her spell and the monster-dogs lunged.
The last thing she saw before she fell into darkness were lots and lots of trees as she fell into what felt like grass…
Miele DiFiore of Linphea, daughter of Linden and Fern, younger sister of Guardian Fairy Flora- a member of the Winx Club- and a future great fairy just like her, walked through the forest in the back of her home.
She consulted a new book on magical plants that floated in front of her as she walked, holding a basket on one arm.
"What was it that mama wanted again? Silver hibiscus, pine cones, carmine stems, leaves of the Drogoba plant…"
Suddenly, a few feet away from her, a bright gold light flashed.
Miele had only recently begun training to sense different kinds of magic herself, but even she could tell that it felt like a transportation spell.
Now instead of running off to get her parents like most normal Linpehan children would, she ran to check it out. Wasn't this sort of behaviour, she theorized, the catalyst for Flora's Enchantix anyway? Proving that you should take risks?
Plus she was strong and brave. She could totally handle whatever trouble it was!
She peeked between some trees where she'd seen the flash and drew back, startled at what she saw, dropping the levitation spell on the book she had in the process.
Two children who looked to be around her age and apparently were twins lay in the middle of the grass there.
Though it wasn't really that fact which startled her. Transportation spells could go wrong, after all. It was more the fact that they looked absolutely terrible.
Their clothes were tattered, they had scratches all over their bodies, they looked somewhat malnourished, their hair was messy and tangled…
Never mind the fact that they were both… Miele moved forward to check… unconscious…
Something awful had happened to them recently. Anyone could tell that much, at least.
She dropped the basket that was still on her arm and ran back through the forest, not stopping until she reached back home.
"Miele, what's the matter?" You look like you've seen a ghost!" Her mother Fern, who had curly, ear-length copper hair, olive skin and light green eyes was sitting in their backyard and stood up as she saw her younger daughter appear suddenly.
"Mama! Bring Papa and come quickly!" She exclaimed.
"Papa is here. What's the problem, Miele? You look as if you've seen a ghost!" Her father Linden, a man with light brown hair, dark green eyes and pale skin exclaimed.
"I know! Mama said that already! Now come before they really do become ghosts!" Miele exclaimed.
"What are y-" Miele cut them off as she tried to drag her parents behind her.
"Over here…" Miele explained to them in a rush what she saw and as soon as they saw what Miele had been trying to explain to them, they put all other thoughts out of their minds as they set about helping these battered looking children even though they didn't know who they were, where they came from or the excitement and adventure it would bring into their and more specifically, Miele's life.