{ Disclaimer } I do not own Winx Club (or Prince of Egypt)

A/N::: The lines may be similar to the Prince of Egypt script but I tried to change most. A lot is different I must say.

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The large palace colored dark purple and light gray sat in the middle of a frozen lake on a slab of land that was connected to the main land by four land made bridges. The land bordering the lake was nothing but snow covered grass.

Within the snow-covered area was many smaller buildings upon buildings carved from white stone where the witches that were not apart of the royal family lived, this is the empire of the Coven.

An amazing and powerful kingdom begun by the three Ancestral Witches. Miles out the snow melted away and lush grass covered miles upon miles of land, beside the grass where the snow melts away is covered by land for farming.

Beside the Palace on the left, at the edge of the frozen lake, sat a large temple dedicated to the Ancestral Witch of Storms.

On the right at the edge of the lake sat another large temple, also carved from a rare white marble stone. This temple is dedicated to the Ancestral Witch of Darkness.

These two temples could be reached from the palace by a bridge of land connecting the land the Palace sat upon and the main land.

In front of the Palace miles out, about the center of the city sat another large temple that belonged to the Ancestral Witch of Ice. This temple was the most important yet all there Witches were worshiped.

The sun was high in the morning sky, surprisingly, the heat of the sun never melted the snow or ice. Out in the felids were about fifty woman and men planting and picking and pulling.

In the grassy plans where vineyards and orchards, many children pulled the fruit from the trees while the adults worked in the vineyard. Other children led the cattle to the river dividing the grassy plans to the farm plans.

All those working as slaves are men and woman and children of the Magic Dimension, the woman and female children used to be fairies and the men specialists, men who are trained in fighting magical creatures and beings.

All their spirits broken. Each of their worlds were taken over by Witches and Wizards. All their hope had dimmed and soon died away completely. They had lost hope for freedom.

Some of the elder slaves were from Domino, the one who hadn't been killed. They, younger, had spoken of their princess would deliver them from slavery, but now, no one spoke of it. No one really remembered.


Carved from ice. The blue-white creatures were called Ice-crabs. They had thin bodies and wide shoulders, diamond shaped shoulder blades and a thin pillar and a long, large diamond shaped leg-claws, its head diamond shaped but appeared to have no eyes.

A teenaged girl with long white-blue hair that was pulled into a pony-tail on top of her head walked over to a pack of them alongside her sister, another teenaged girl but with waist length red hair flowing freely.

Both were dressed in dark purple pants with dark gray jackets. Both had a large half-dollar sized crystallized snow flake on their forehead held in place by twin gold chains around their heads. Tiara's of the Coven's Ice Palace princess.

The red-headed princess launched herself onto the back of an Ice-Crab and slipped the mussel over the creatures snout, holding onto the ropes that were one each side of the metal band.

Pulling the reins tightly as the crab began to buck and roar. Laughing joyously, she called for her sister to join her.

"No way! Bloom, get off it! You'll get hurt!" Icy called for her sister, shaking her head, hands on her hips as Bloom did not do as she was told.

"Oh come now! Where is your sense of fun my sister!" Bloom laughed, sitting up on the beast as it calmed. "Join me!" Icy rolled her eyes but smiled. Walking over, she copied what Bloom had done and got onto an Ice-Crab.

It roared and bucked and tried to claw at Icy, she pulled on the reins tightly, her blue eyes narrowed. "Be calm you beast!"

Bloom laughed softly at her sister, who now got thrown off the creature. She sat cross legged with her hands propping her up. She glared at the Ice-Crab and growled, snow began to fall.

The red-headed princess directed her Crab over to the one Icy had been on and reached for it reins, pulling it away from Icy just as she would have been bitten or clawed, or both.

"Damn creature!" Icy hissed.

Bloom smiled. "Oh calm now. Its not like you got hurt." The oldest sister crossed her arms over her chest and pouted at the creature. "Bloom-Baby, I could have!"

Bloom looked at her then nodded and smiled. "But the only one's that would be hurt by an Ice-Crab are fairies, they have no effect of us Witches."

Icy smiled, her eyes falling shut for a moment. She does have a point.


Snow flew up into snow clouds all around as two Ice-Crabs stormed through the Palace city, carrying the two princesses on their backs.

The crabs ran into people walking along in the streets and knocked over store-stands. Laughter of the princesses bubbled over the gasps from the people.

They neared the frozen lake. The frozen lake played the history of the Witches great story, the three Ancestral Witches were carved into the ice for being the greatest Witches in history who built such an amazing kingdom.

As they pulled their crabs into a sharp turn to keep off the ice. The crabs ran along the edge of the frozen lake, sending snow and ice shavings everywhere. Icy watched the scenes play within the lake as she and Bloom raced.

"Hay icy! You'd like your face carved on the lake wouldn't you!" Bloom shouted over the sound of air whipping by and the roars from the crabs.

Icy turned to her and smiled, laughing. "Yes! Someday!"

Bloom smiled a wickedly playful smile and pulled on her reins, having her crab ram Icy's. "How about now?" Icy learning fell onto the lake, her eyes wide.

She pulled her reins up to drive the crab away from the edge. The creature slid to the left and tumbled and rolled down a small hill that led to the path that led one to the Storm temple. Falling to a sloppy stop, Icy calmed her breathing the best she could and looked around. She couldn't see Bloom anywhere.

"Bloom? Bloom!"

Laughter burst from behind her and she looked just in time to duck as Bloom and her Crab leapt over Icy and the Ice-Crab she sat on.

"Come my sister! Catch up if you can!"

"Are you crazy! You could have killed me!" Icy snapped but there was laughter in her eyes and voice.

Bloom looked back as Icy ordered her crab to run, catching up to her younger sister. "Oh Icy," Bloom shook her head, smiling.

"Its fun you want, huh?" Icy narrowed her eyes playfully and pulled her crab closer to Bloom, but Bloom pulled her crab back and so Icy and her crab slid down another hill that led to some of the cities buildings.

Icy closed her eyes and bit her lip as not to scream as she slid. Bloom followed suit and was now ahead of her older sister.

Nearing the Temple of the Witch of Storms, Icy took the lead, laughing in victory. "Second Born, Second Place my dear baby sister!"

Bloom threw her head back laughing. "Not for long sister!"

The temple had repairs needing to be done so wooden ramps were built along where work was needed, Bloom and Icy ran their crabs up those ramps, the wood was kind of worn so dust and wood chips fell from the ramps.

Walking toward the palace on the bridge leading from the Temple to the Palace, was the High Witches to the King. Darcy and Stormy, believed to be the reincarnations of two of the three Ancestral Witches.

Bloom forced the crab to make a painfully sharp turn and almost fell off the wooden ramps. As she made her way up to Icy, she knocked a slave off a ladder who was touching up the paint, the man swung from a rope that was tied around his waist.

Bloom did not stop or notice or care.

At the man being knocked off the ladder, a large stone lighting built fell from the temple wall onto the wooden ramps and they began to crumble.

Neither sister noticed as the continued to zigzag through ramps. The crabs noticed and ran faster, scarred and angry.

The sisters crab's slid uncontrollably toward the barrier parting a mountain of snow from the lake. Eyes wide, Bloom and Icy pulled their reins, ordering the creatures to stop.

They stopped in time and both calmed their breathing, their lungs tightened and burned and slowly, they gained their breath back.

Bloom was the first to smile, Icy smiled and giggled as Bloom did, soon they were roaring with laughter at their near death experience.

The wooden wall holding the snow away from the lake because to snap, Bloom and Icy looked at each other and swallowed hard as the wall gave away and they rode on snow towards the two Reincarnated Witches.

Stormy turned, her eyes wide, she jumped over to Darcy, tapping her shoulder. Darcy swatted Stormy's hand away. "Darcy!" She hissed, and she turned.

"WHAT!" As soon as she spoke she saw what was coming. Both ran but caught in the snow, all four tumbling painfully.

The Ice-Crabs broke away from the princesses and fled. The girls sat up, laughing. "Think we'll get in trouble?" Icy asked nervously.

"Nah, Not a chance!"


Icy, now dressed in a white turtle neck (that was colored gold) almost skin tight dress that reached her ankles, it wrapped around her tightly but loosely enough so she could breathe. Her eyes were glued to the King before her, he was facing away from her.

Bloom stood beside Icy, now dressed in a white skirt that reached just below her knees and a white wrap around tube top. Around her neck was a wide gold band.

Both princesses had wide gold bangs one their wrists and upper arms. Bloom's head was down but her eyes were on the King, their father.

"Why," His voice was low but rose. "Why to the Ancestral Witches torment me with such reckless, destructive creatures I call my Daughters." He didn't looked at them, not while he spoke his question.

Their mother stood off to the side, facing her daughters. She was dressed in a near skin tight white dress with a see-through silk robe over it.

Icy took a step forward and out reached her hand. "Father, let me explain…"

Their father turned, his voice full of authority. "Be silent! For your King speaks." He lowered his cane to his side from where it had been in both hands.

Closing his eyes, he calmed his voice. "I seek to fulfill the desire of the Ancestral Witches, to built an empire unlike any other and rise all Witches to ultimate power and glory among those who are not, yet all you two can think is to amuse yourselves with is it destroy it all."

He raised his hands into the air. "Have I though you my Daughters nothing?"

Darcy and Stormy, who stood near the shadows, moved to leave, bowing to the king. "You are an exhalant teacher," Darcy praised. "Yes, it is not your fault your daughters learnt nothing." Stormy added, at daughters her voice turned into a venoms bite.

"Please, do not be so hard on yourself." They said in unison and disappeared out of the room without another word.

Bloom lifted her head and took a step forward and placed her hand on her chest. "Father, I am at fault." She turned half-way and swept a hand to show Icy. "I egged Icy on, I am responsible."

"Huh." Their father walked towards them, his head tilted to one side. "Responsible." He then turned to look at just Icy. "Do you know the meaning of that word Icy?" Their father paced from Icy to Bloom and back in the small three step space.

"Understood well…, Father." Icy replied, her voice soft but loud enough to where he could hear her.

He sighed, but did not stop pacing. "And do you understand the task that your birth has set upon you?" Icy opened her mouth to reply but the king held a hand up to keep her silent.

"There are our eon old traditions you must uphold and keep alive," He turned away from them. "When I pass into the next world it will be you who will then be the life of this empire."

Icy shook her head. "One damaged temple will not ruin age old traditions." Icy stepped toward her father, eyes narrowed slightly.

Her father turned and extended his cane to her, just inches from her nose. "But one weak length can break the golden chain of this great empire!"

Icy stepped back, breathing heavily. Shocked at her fathers words. Their mother moved forward, touching the shoulder of her husband without a word.

He looked at her and then back at his daughters. He felt a touch of guilt at yelling at her, but sighed and turned away.

"Now, make your leave to go."

"Father." Icy reached for him but her mother held a hand without a word, Icy turned and left, hurt deeply but refused to show it.

Bloom watched her leave with a heavy heart. Once she was out of sight, Bloom turned to their father. She took a step forward, taking a deep breath. "Father, you know the fault is really mine. Must you be so hard on her?"

He turned to her. "Bloom, you will never have to bare the weight of the crown I will pass to Icy." Bloom hung her head, keeping her eyes on her father. "Icy must not allow herself to be led astray," He placed a hand on Bloom's head, she looked up at him fully. "Not even by you my Daughter."

He turned halfway away from her. "Father…All she cares for is…is your approval…" Bloom closed her eyes and took another deep breath.

"I know she will live up to what you expect…Icy…she just needs the opportunity."

Her father closed his eyes, looking to the ceiling. "That Maybe. Maybe so. Go now. I will see you later on."

Bloom stood for a moment but turned to leave, not looking back, set on going to find her sister Icy.


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