A song floated through the air, the perfection of it drawing all things to it – birds, insects, creatures, even the plants and trees danced in their own fashion for the sheer joy of hearing the beautiful, simple song. If one were to follow the hauntingly beautiful melody, they would soon find themselves in a most peculiar place: a flat, shining plane with a single massive tree in the center, with a grand piano set next to it. At the piano sat a young girl, her shining jet-black hair glistening in the clear light that came from no one source but seemed to pulse and flow from the music she created as her slender fingers danced across the shining keys.
On one side of the piano stood an older girl and boy, both looking to be in their late teens. They watched silently as the little girl played, all threes' heads nodding in time to the rhythm. As the song continued on, suddenly another element was added to the music; the older girl was now standing with her eyes closed and her mouth open, lending her voice to the piece the girl was playing. The boy made no move, but a grin broke out on his face as he watched the two girls complement each other perfectly.
As the girl's fingers danced a few more times and stilled, the notes that seemed almost visible faded away into the air, and both of the older teens broke into applause.
"You're getting pretty good at that, Harmona. Pretty soon you might even pass Mom."
The older girl laughed at the boy's comment. "You know it, Ryff. She's already better than me, and she's younger than I was when I got my first winx."
They both turned when they heard the young girl let the lid of the piano drop with a boom, and saw her sitting with shoulders slumped and a sigh escaping her. The older two glanced at each other before moving to stand with the little girl – in the older girl's case, sit with her as she nudged the younger girl with her knee and sat on the bench alongside her.
"What's up, Harm?"
"Yeah, why the long face? You know how Mom gets when you close her piano like that." The little girl didn't rise to the family joke; the trio's mother was very protective of the heirloom instruments.
"You guys are leaving tomorrow. I'm gonna be all alone. What am I supposed to do while you're gone?" The teenagers glanced at each other; this had been a subject they'd all been avoiding as long as possible. But it was inevitable; as the children of the Princess of Melody Fairyland in the Harmonic Nebula, it was almost expected that they all attend their respective schools, but in their young sister's case, it was eventually. Harmona was only ten; Ryff and Mela were twins.
"Well, you can always come and visit. It's not like our parents are going to keep you under lock and key you know. And visitors are welcome at school."
"Unless, of course, we have half as much fun as Mom, Dad and the rest of the Winx Club and Specialists had when they were in school." The girl shot a look at her twin. The stories about the trio's parents and group of friends were legendary in the magical dimension. But Harmona still shrugged.
"But it's not the same. I can't walk to Alfea and Redfountain whenever I want. You're going to be in a different realm altogether!" her young voice almost rose to a wail as she spoke. Mela sighed, knowing there was nothing she or Ryff could say that would make their little sister feel any better. The little girl had begun to sniffle, and Mela murmured a soft sound as she wrapped her baby sister in a hug. As Harmona clung to her sister, Ryff reached down and affectionately ruffled the girl's hair, his eyes rising to meet his twin's over the youngest one's head.
Yeah. This is gonna be a lot tougher than we thought.