So....chapter 1. Chapter 1. I'll write some more either tomorrow or....next week. Enjoy!

I stare at the pristine white tiled ceiling, so unfamiliar. Various beeps and blips come from machines around me. I infer that I am in a hospital, a....place where the injured, sick, and ailing are treated or comforted. But why?

I rotate my head to my right, blinking at the unfamiliar face that swims into my still-blurry vision. Orange hair, glasses......I feel as if I should know this person, but I don't. He appears to know me, though. Very well, too, by the look of overwhelming relief on his face.

"Tecna! You're awake!" he says, his tone of voice implying that he is very, very grateful. Tecna? Is that my name?

I feel a need to respond, to talk, to speak to him, but I cannot summon the energy to perform this simple task into my vocal cords. Instead, a strange, harsh moaning, grating sound escapes my lips. The stranger looks startled, but then approaches me carefully.

"Tec? It's me. It's Timmy. I'm here. I'm not going to leave you. Trust me." he tells me, but I do not know this person. Why.....

Inside of me, deep down, I feel a need to embrace this Specialist with carrot-coloured hair. Something says, "He is a friend. More than a friend. Trust him", but I am not sure who to trust. I cannot talk, can barely move my head. I am useless. Wait.....something about that memory. How did I know that this boy was a.....what was it? A Specialist. What are they? I am sure I have heard the term used before. But I cannot grasp the frayed strands of my mind, cannot connect fact to memory.

Now a gaggle of girls come in, their faces lined with endless worry. Everything here is.....high-tech. The fact comforts me, gives me a sense of......home. For some reason I cannot place, the faces of these girls trigger a memory as well. Just a word. Winx.

"Tecna!!! You...you're.....you're awake!!" the girl with deep, deep purple-blue eyes wailed. Why was she crying? I do not understand. I almost remember her.......but differently. Younger, definitely, and more....carefree. Now she looks like the others, carrying the entire universe on her shoulders.

"You were.....in a coma for a year. After we...lost the battle. Don't worry, though. We did defeat Zoigon. Eventually." the girl in blue with red hair stated. I assume that these words were supposed to mean something to me. But the only thing that registers is coma. One year. An entire year of my life, though I do not remember it, gone. Then I realize that I cannot remember anything. Nothing. My mind is blank, with only faint memories still leaving ghostly images. I do not remember these people.

A doctor with a clipboard comes in. Like everything else in this hospital, he is dressed in white. A golden nameplate catches the light, but I cannot read the letters.

"How are you doing today, Miss Tecna? I see that you're awake. Let me explain what happened......but first, a warning. It is a pretty terrible truth that I need to tell you. If at any point you want me to stop, just shake your head," I nodded my agreement.

"Firstly. You and the rest of the Winx Club were battling Zoigon, at the time a major threat to the Magix Dimension. Do you remember this?"

I shake my head. "Do you remember anything?" Once again I shake my head, no. "Very well.....you are a fairy. The fairy of technology. This planet, Zenith, is your home. So....you lost the battle. Zoigon was mainly targeting here, Zenith, so he was trying to get you to weaken"

"The other Winx had a few minor injuries. But you.......I won't go into details. We shall just say that you were.....very badly wounded,"

"We tried the best we could to preserve you. But some of your injuries were so bad......well. We saved about half of your skin and all of your vital organs. Except.....your brain was shutting down. We preserved your memories and intelligence in specially grown tissues. We could only save about 40% of your original brain. You still have your memories, though they will take some time to resurface. And your brain, your mind is still there, only some of it is in a different carrier than the original. We-" I shook my head to stop him. Whoever Tecna was....whoever I had been....only 40% still remained. That little. 40%. Only.......

I do not remember everybody leaving the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts, my 40% brain, and the expanse of whiteness. Although sleep was the last thing on my mind right now, after a year of it, I sank into it unconsiously, more of a habit than anything else. But still words floated around my head......injuries.....battle............40%.............