A/N: Yes, yes, I know I'm late uploading this next chapter. I was originally planned to upload it a week ago after sitting my Bioscience exam but then I re-read my work and realised it was bad writing. So I went back and revamped this chapter, especially the second half. I'm still not 100% sold on some aspects of it (mainly the name of an OC) but I figure I've dragged this out long enough. I'm also so exhausted after Supanova (the Australian version of Comic Con) this weekend that I no longer have the mental energy to work this chapter any more. However a little exhaustion is a small price to pay for something like Supanova. Got my photo taken with the actors who play Kili, Nori & Ori in The Hobbit, saw Karl Urban, the guy who plays Arthur in Merlin, bought a replica of Legolas's white knives (which I've wanted for ages) for a steal and saw David Hasselhoff. The Hoff, people! The Hoff!
Anyway, back to business. Get ready for some familiar faces.
Chapter Three
For the rest of the Magical Universe the silence from Magix was alarming.
The public were frantic for some kind of information, especially those who had children attending one of the schools there. A combination of military and media had tried to breach the thick cloudbank that surrounded Magix but none of them were effective. Whatever black magic had been infused with those clouds was powerful enough to withstand some of the most powerful counter spells the magical community had on offer. Every household and workplace in every realm had some kind of news media on, including the Mean Fiddler Hotel (1) where a man by the name of Caleb Gibbs (2) sat in the pub, shifting his attention between the drink in his hand and the dirty screen of the TV situated above the bar.
However, instead of watching the repetitive news cycle with fear like most of the magical community, Caleb felt agitated. Red Fountain had been his alma mater and the hazy reports that were coming in about it falling cut deeply into his soul. Although that wasn't the main reason why Caleb was feeling fidgety.
He was antsy because he wasn't there.
Caleb had graduated exactly fourteen years ago and he almost felt cheated that army hadn't invaded Magix during his schooling years. Back then he had been itching for a chance to prove himself in a 'real' battle but now he knew that reality was a lot different than the adolescence fantasies of fame and glory he had when he walked the halls of Red Fountain. He had gotten his fair share of battles after serving ten years in the military piloting fighter jets and when his service had ended he had gone into the private sector, usually flying rich people to remote holiday locations. He hadn't been on a battlefield in years and he sure as hell didn't miss it, but right now he'd happily sign up again to take down these Trix bitches.
"Caleb Gibbs?"
Caleb glanced over his shoulder at the sound of his name to see a tall, lean young man standing behind him. After little more than a glance, Caleb returned his attention to the drink in front of him. "Depends on who's asking."
"I am," the man replied. His tone was stiff and reeked of authority but Caleb wasn't put off by it. A career in the military had given him a thick skin for dealing with brass with attitude problems. In fact, he was rather intrigued by the sheer confidence the stranger had managed to inject into those two little words and turned to get a better look at the person standing behind him.
On closer inspection, Caleb noticed that the guy was a lot younger than he expected. Hell, the kid didn't even look old enough to legally be in a bar, but he held himself with such self-assurance that he had probably walk right passed the security located on the doors without even registered on their radar. His cobalt eyes had a light of intelligence about them and a steeliness that informed Caleb that the kid was going to get exactly what he wanted, one way or another. He had a lean, athletic look but his long hair and clothes spoke of a sensitive and compassionate nature. It was an interesting combination, as if the soul of a drill sergeant had been stuffed into the body of a tree-hugging hippy.
"What do you want, kid?" Caleb asked, taking a swig of his drink.
"I have a business proposition for you."
Caleb smirked, slouching a little bit further in his seat. "Do you now?"
The boy's cobalt eyes narrowed, clearly not impressed with Caleb's tone. Irrationally, Caleb suddenly felt like he was back in the military with his superior officer glaring down at him. No, scratch that. It felt like he was back at high school with Headmaster Saladin staring him down. The kid even had similar coloured eyes to the old wizard. Very similar.
"You are Caleb Gibbs, correct? Attended Red Fountain School for Heroics and Bravery and graduated fourteen years ago. Joined the air force three months later and received your basic training at Fort Grayston Air Force Academy. You did two tours in Gailma, during the second of which you were shot down. You broke your leg, earning yourself the Purple Heart and five months physical therapy. When you finished your service four years ago, you went to work for Beyond First Class Airways which – unless you've been fired in the last twenty-four hours – is your current employer."
Caleb dropped his smirk and sat up a little straighter in his seat. The kid had just rattled off the last eighteen years of his life. "How did you know that?"
"I do my homework," the boy answered with a straight face.
"I can see that," Caleb noted cautiously. Who the hell was this kid? "Can I get you anything? A drink maybe?"
"No, and none for you either," the boy said, reaching out and snatching Caleb's drink away from him just before it touched his lips. "We're gonna need our wits about us if we're going to get into Magix."
"Magix?" Caleb laughed. Maybe this kid wasn't as smart as he portrayed. "Are you nuts? Every military and law enforcement group in the Magical Universe are trying to get into that place and all of them are getting the same result: nothing. Don't you watch the news? They can't break through that cloudbank."
"They can't break through the clouds because they're trying to punch carrier ships through it. We need something smaller, like say your two seater Black Wing jet."
"Look kid, I know my jet's tiny compared to some of those carriers but it's still a jet. How is that going to break though the clouds?"
"It's not, but it is going to get me close enough to get through the one weak spot the clouds have."
Caleb stared at the boy for a long time as he contemplated what the hell he was going to do. This kid, who didn't look old enough to buy a packet of cigarettes, seemed to think he could do what every government in the Magical Universe couldn't and he was overflowing with such pure confidence that Caleb almost believed him. Or at least, he was curious to know more. "And what do I get out of this?"
"The knowledge that you did something right and that your actions may help save the Realm of Magix."
"From playing taxi for you? I'll admit that you've got balls, kid, but how is one person going to make a lick of difference in a fight like that?"
"One person may be all it takes to sway the battle."
"Right," Caleb said sardonically.
"The clouds are laced with black magic but they are based on the natural phenomenon. There's an eye to that storm similar to the eye of a cyclone and it there that Stormy's magic will be stretched the thinnest. If I can get through that then you can go and report it to the other realms. That kind of assistance in a crisis is sure to open a lot of doors for you, Mr. Gibbs. Ones that could be very profitable for you in the future."
Caleb was honest enough with himself to admit that it was appealing, but he had also been a student at Red Fountain, so his moral conscious and civic sense of duty was slightly higher than the average civilian. He wasn't about the abandon those poor souls trapped in that realm when given a chance to help. However, that didn't mean he was going to follow a kid he knew nothing about into a war zone. He wasn't that reckless. "How did you find me?"
"I told you; I did my homework."
"Yeah, but you need clearance to get access to my military files. A kid like you couldn't have done that by yourself."
"My family has a lot of sway."
"Mafia?"
"Something like that," the kid said with a small tug at the side of his mouth. "My grandfather is the headmaster at Red Fountain."
"Saladin? Damn, that's got to pull some clout," Caleb noted. That was one impressive family tree. Not only was Saladin a powerful wizard and skilled hero (or at least, he was back when he was younger) but his children – two girls and one boy – had grown up and made a name for themselves in their own right. Saladin's son was a commander in universally respected mercenary group while one daughter was a highly acclaimed scientist and the other a top class surgeon. The whole family seemed to have overachieving encoded into their DNA. "You got a name kid?"
"If I tell you it, will you stop calling me kid?"
"I dunno. I kinda like it," Caleb grinned mockingly.
The kid rolled his eyes. "I'm Helia. Are you in?"
Caleb took a moment to down the last of his drink (to which Helia glared disapprovingly) and set it down on the bar. "Yeah, I'm in."
"I got nothing," Timmy admitted, stepping back from the pile of scrap metal and the remains of his busted cell phone that he was trying to convert into some kind of radio-slash-antenna. "I don't even have enough materials here to toast a piece of bread let alone build something powerful enough to transmit an inter-dimensional signal. Sorry Tec."
"It's all right. It was a long shot to being with," the fairy standing next to him said. She rubbed her bare arms as she looked up at the cloudy sky. "You think anyone's up there? Trying to break through to us?"
"Definitely," Timmy assured her, adjusting his glasses so they'd sit correctly on the bridge of his nose. "When Sky, Brandon and I went to pick you girls up from Sparx, we sent out a signal on all channels explaining the situation. I imagine forces would have been already mobilising by the time we returned to Magix."
"Well, that's some good news at least," Tecna sighed tragically, her eyes still fixed on the clouds above.
Hearing her dejected tone, Timmy gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "They're not going to abandon us, Tecna. I mean, this is the Realm of Magix. The very centre of the Magical Universe. Help is on its way so all we've gotta do is survive until then."
"That might be a while. Those clouds don't look natural."
"With Stormy ruling over at Alfea, that doesn't surprise me," Timmy admitted and then flinched as the shriek of one of the flying stingrays filled the air. It was a fair ways off but it was still too close for them to relax. Grabbing Tecna's hand, Timmy started walking again, leaving the 'antenna' behind. "C'mon. Let's keep moving."
They had been moving almost continuously ever since the final battle. People might chalk them up as a pair of meek computer geeks who spent their whole life in front of a screen, but in a tight spot they could be surprising tough. They had pushed on all throughout the first night and the following day so they were deep in the enchanted forest by now. They were a fair distance away from any form of civilization, which could be considered both a good and a bad thing. Good, because the Trix didn't seem like the type of girls who would give up their creature comforts – even to chase down and harass fleeing students like Timmy and Tecna – and bad because they were the in the middle of nowhere with no way to contact any kind of help.
They were completely alone.
"So, strategically speaking, what realm do you think the Trix will try to conquer next?" Tecna asked as they walked. She wasn't able to not think about the Trix but she didn't want to be stuck relieving her nightmarish memories of the last few days either. So that left her with speculating what her enemy's next move might be and, with any luck, she might even figure out a way counter them.
That and she also liked to hear the sound of Timmy's voice.
Timmy was quiet for a moment before answering. "It's hard to say. I mean, there are so many variables that need to be taken into account. Are the Trix going to strike quickly while the rest of the realms are unprepared or are they going to wait until the Army of Decay grows more in size? Are they going to rely on the rot monsters or is there something else they're going to use? Remember, there are plenty of powerful spells and magical artefacts in Alfea and Cloud Tower, not to mention the dragons at Red Fountain. And when they leave Magix who's to say what their ultimate objective is. Are they after power and therefore go after the realm that opposes them the strongest? Or are they after money and will attack a wealthy realm like Quartz? Who knows? They may even take a more personal route and attack some place like Solaria, you know, just to irk Stella.
"However if I had to make an estimated guess based on all the information I know today, I'd say their best strategic move would be to head to a place like Linphea next."
"Linphea?" Tecna repeated, squeezing Timmy's hand that was still holding hers a little bit tighter. "That's Flora's home realm."
"I know, and it's got everything they need. It's close to Magix, its population doesn't have a formidable defence force and the leaf litter that would accumulate in a realm like that would increase the size of their rot army considerably."
"That's assuming they make a move that would be most beneficial for the Army of Decay," Tecna noted gloomily.
"Yeah and who can tell what's going through Icy's sick, twisted mind at any given moment."
"Timmy?"
"Yeah?"
"Are we going to be able to stop them?"
Timmy sighed heavily, allowing the feeling of total hopelessness wash over him for just a moment. "I don't know, Tec. We had a strategic advantage at Alfea. We fortified that school for a battle and still it wasn't enough. And now our forces are scattered without any kind of leadership or base of operations. It doesn't look good."
"I had a feeling you'd say something like that."
Hearing the defeat in her voice, Timmy regretted being so honest with her. "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound so bleak. There's still a chance that – "
"Shh!" Tecna suddenly hissed, grabbing his arm tightly and pulling him to a stop. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"That."
Timmy was silent and strained his ears to try and hear what she had, but he got nothing. "I don't hear anything."
"Something's out there," Tecna told him in a hushed voice. "And whatever it is, it's closing in on us. Fast."
Without needing any further confirmation, Timmy reached for his bee kicker blaster and pulled it from its holster. As he took the safety off, he scanned the trees surrounding him and searched for any sign of this mysterious creature that Tecna had heard. The silence was deafening and with each passing second, Timmy's anxiety built. Which his why when the thing came bursting out of the undergrowth he nearly jumped out of his skin instead of shooting.
Not that it would have made much of a difference. The thing was moving so fast that all Timmy could make out was a dark coloured blur as it shot directly at him. Red Fountain taught excellent combat skill – both with weapons and hand-to-hand – but there was very little one could do when their opponent was much faster than they were. The fast moving blur made a grab at the gun and simultaneous hitting Timmy in the stomach causing him to double over. Stunned, the young hero weaken his grip on his gun which was then pulled from his fingers as the thing kick out his legs from under him, sending him crashing down onto his back. The air shifted and he heard Tecna scream in shock as she was also knocked to the ground. Timmy started to move so he could help her, but then the feeling of the muzzle of his gun being pressed to the side of his skull made him freeze.
"You conjure up one ounce of magic and I'll blow his brains out. Got that, fairy?" a voice commanded in a no nonsense tone.
"Got it," Tecna agreed immediately. Timmy glanced at her, lying on the ground with wide, panicked eyes but thankfully she looked unharmed, leaving Timmy free to observe their captor.
Now that it had stopped moving, Timmy could see that the blur was in fact a girl who looked to be his age and he recognised her as one of the Cloud Tower witches. Her signature colours were violet and burgundy, her legs were toned and virtually uncovered due to the tiny gym shorts she wore and she had a severe expression on her face that indicated that she wasn't kidding around. She also didn't seem too focused on her two captives. In fact, she looked like she was waiting for something.
"Who are you?" Timmy asked gently, not wanting to aggravate her while she still had his gun pressed to his head.
"Shut up," the witch ordered, her sea-grey eyes fixed in one direction. The trio remained still for a few long moments before the delicate sound of fluttering fairy wings reached their ears and a few seconds later a fairy came flying out of the trees to join them. At first glance, Timmy had though Flora had found them because of the pink winx outfit and brownish hair, but on closer inspection he saw that the outfit was a skirt and top combination instead of a dress (3) and the girl's long hair was darker and had traces of red throughout it. The witch seemed to know the girl and was irritated by her arrival. "Nice of you to finally join us."
"Well if you hadn't gone tearing off like that we could have confronted them together. That is the reason why we were sent out together in the first place," the fairy snapped, clearly not impressed with the witch either. The fairy glared at the witch for a second longer before looking at the two captives and when she saw Tecna, her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Tecna!"
"Pricilla," Tecna gasped, recognising her classmate. "What's going on?"
Instead of answering, Pricilla rounded on the witch who still hadn't switch where she was aiming the gun in her hand. "Let them go. They're not our enemies."
"How do we know that?" the witch countered, not letting up. "For all we know the Trix spelled them and then sent them out to try to track us down. How many times do we have to have this conversation before you get it, fairy?"
"Stop being such a paranoid freak, Dominique. This is Tecna, for crying out loud. She's a member of the Winx Club! They're the ones who have been opposing the Trix all year. She's not a threat."
"It's not paranoia if someone's really out to get you, or have you forgotten the fact that we're at war?" the witch, Dominique, snarled. "Just because she's a member of a club that you fairies foolishly put all your faith in doesn't mean that she can be trusted now. That could be the enemy's plan. Send them out to find stupid people like you who'll trust them without stopping to think about it first."
"They're not spies. I will personally vouch for them," Pricilla said, her voice as cold and hard as ice. The stand off ensued with the fairy and the witch glaring fiercely at one another, just waiting for the other one to back down. The tension was electric and poor Timmy and Tecna were caught right in the middle of it.
Finally, Dominique caved slightly.
"Fine, but I'm still going to wait until they get checked out before they're read into anything," the witch stated firmly, removing the gun from Timmy's head and taking a step back. She did not, however, give Timmy back his gun and she continued to watch them like a hawk.
Pricilla, on the other hand, was very hospitable. The second Dominique had backed off the fairy dropped her fierce manner and quickly rushed to help Tecna to her feet. "I'm so sorry about that. Everyone's just been under so much pressure at the moment that you kind of have to adopt a 'trust no one' attitude."
"That's quite understandable," Tecna smiled, relieved to have found a friendly face. "If we were a bit quicker, the situation may have been reversed."
"Not likely," Dominique muttered under her breath. Timmy, who had also gotten back on his feet, glanced back at her and she continued to glare back at him with her arms folded across her chest. She did not look happy about the situation and her right foot was tapping impatiently as if she wanted to be moving again. Pricilla and Tecna completely ignored her.
"So, you got away obviously," Tecna noted, giving her classmate a quick glance over. After almost two days on the run through the forest, Tecna and Timmy were both looking pretty worse for ware, but both Pricilla and Dominique looked clean and somewhat refreshed. For a moment, Tecna wondered if she should be the one trusting them. Dominique had raised some excellent points. They were at war after all and with Darcy's abilities they really should trust no one. Both she and Timmy were at a strategic disadvantage since Pricilla was in her winx form and Dominique still had Timmy's weapon, but Tecna was willing to risk it for some help. After all, she did trust Pricilla.
"Yeah. Sometimes being the fastest flyer in the grade has its advantages," Pricilla smiled in a way that made her look mildly embarrassed. After a glance in Dominique's direction she added, "Of course, it does have its downsides too. I got paired up with the speed witch because I'm one of the few who can keep up with her."
"Tch, whatever," Dominique hissed but again the fairies ignored her.
"Have you run into anyone else?"
"No," Tecna answered. "You two are the first people we've seen since the final battle."
"I thought so. Most of the people got captured then. Ms. Faragonda and the teachers are being held at Cloud Tower while all the students are at either Alfea or Red Fountain," Pricilla informed them. "There are a few people like you guys who ran off and are now just roving aimlessly which is why we're out scouting to – "
"What are you stupid?" Dominique suddenly interrupted, her eyes blazing. "They still haven't been checked yet so don't start reading them in. Gods, you fairies are so frigging naive! How many times do I have to remind you we're at war? You can't just go blabbing your mouth off about our tactics to just anyone. We're at a bad enough disadvantage as it is."
"Well fine! Let's go back and get them checked out before you give yourself an aneurism!" Pricilla snarled back, bearing her teeth like a wild animal.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Dominique suddenly laughed. Clearly, she was having fun getting a raise out of the fairy. "You know, you should really work on your anger management issues," Dominique said in a sweetly patronizing manner to which Pricilla simply glared at. Still smiling, the witch moved towards Timmy and Tecna and tossed the gun at Pricilla. "Here, hold that."
"Aren't you worried I'll use it to shoot you?"
"I've seen you try to take down rot monsters. Your aim's not that good," Dominique shot back before turning her attention to Timmy who she was standing directly in front of. Without so much as a word of warning, the witch dropped to her knees and grabbed his upper left thigh in between her two hands.
"Whoa!" Timmy gasped, trying to step back but Dominique's vice like grip held him in place. Left with no other options, Timmy stood still and flushed madly as the witch massaged the muscles in his legs, her face embarrassingly close to his crotch.
"Um, what are you doing?" Tecna demanded, also noticing the compromising position.
"We need to travel a considerable distance and it'll take too long to get there travelling at your speed," Dominique explained as she worked her way down Timmy's leg and back up again. Once she was done she moved onto the other leg. "I'm relaxing your muscles so that you'll be able to keep up with me. Once I stop touching you it's important that you don't try and move. At the moment the only thing keeping you upright is my magic and one step it will cause it to diminish."
"Where are you taking us?" Tecna asked as Dominique finished spelling Timmy's legs and move onto hers.
"That's for us to know and for you to find out," Dominique to her stiffly as she made quick work of Tecna's legs. Then witch stood and positioned herself so that Timmy and Tecna were flanking her on either side. Grasping Timmy's nearest wrist with one hand, Dominique ordered him to grasp her wrist in a similar fashion. Once she was certain that they had a firm grip on one another she instructed Tecna to do the same with her other hand. It was an unusual sight – a hero, witch and fairy all holding hands – but Dominique didn't appear to be self-conscious about it. Her expression was cool and businesslike as she looked over at Pricilla. "Try and keep up this time, will you?"
"Man, I hate you," Pricilla replied in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Dominique didn't even bother to react to such a comment.
"Most people prefer to close their eyes while I do this," Dominique said causally. Timmy and Tecna quickly exchanged nervous looks before Tecna accepted the advice and closed her eyes tightly. Timmy did not, and it was a decision he was going to regret.
Timmy had spent the last few years trailing around on levi bikes, shooting through the sky on the backs of dragons and even jumping from great heights so speed was not something he was intimidated by. However running at super speed with Dominique scared him more than all of those other things combined.
While it was a bit unnerving to suddenly go from zero to what felt like one hundred miles per hour in the space of one second (especially since it was all done with just the power of someone's legs) Timmy probably would have enjoyed it once his stomach had a chance to catch up with him. What did terrify him was the way Dominique slid and weaved around corners and obstacles the undergrowth threw their way. Dominique was obviously a very gifted athlete and took each turn like a pro, but Timmy was gripped with blinding fear every time she shifted her direction slightly and the ground went sliding under their feet like a drifting car. And no matter how much the cold wind burned his face, Timmy wasn't able to couldn't close his wide, terrified eyes.
Trees whipped by them at dangerous speeds and Dominique always seemed to shift her direction as slightly as possible so that they were literally missing the trees by mere inches. Somewhere behind them Pricilla must have been following but Timmy found it impossible to think that anything would be able to keep up with the pace they were moving at. It was like some terrible, frightening ride that Timmy couldn't get off of.
And then – without warning – the witch had twisted her body ninety degrees, planted her feet and positioned herself into a stance similar to one an archer might take when pulling back the string of a bow. The combination of one bent arm and one straight arm prevented Timmy and Tecna from crashing into one another when they whipped around Dominique and came together like the teeth of a zipper as the three slide for several metres before coming to a full stop.
"Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Where are we?" Timmy managed to pant out but Dominique ignored them. She kept a firm grip on both his and Tecna's wrists and stared straight ahead, like she was waiting for something. Timmy tried to wiggle his way out of her grasp but he didn't have the strength to wrestle a lettuce leaf let alone pry off Dominique's powerful fingers.
"Stop it," Dominique ordered, her eyes still staring directly in front of her.
"Where are you taking us?" Tecna asked, her voice shaking as much as Timmy's had been.
"You'll find out soon enough."
And then, in the depths of their mind, came the signal Dominique was waiting for. Timmy hadn't had much to do with telepaths before, but a voice that he didn't recognise suddenly rang in his ears like the toll of a large, powerful bell and somehow he knew that Tecna and Dominique had heard it as well.
~They're clear~
And then Dominique was running again, taking them deeper and deeper into the forest until she stopped using the same archer stance she had used before. Only this time, the second they were stationary she let go of her passengers, severing the magical connection she had built between them. Both Timmy and Tecna's legs were weak with shock, exhaustion and the affects of the spell kneaded into their muscles, and without the witch's support they both crashed to the ground. The two of them lay still, focusing solely on just breathing in and out so it took them a minute or so to realise what is was they were hearing.
Talking. There were people talking. Lots of them.
It wasn't just bickering between Pricilla and Dominique. It was the rumble of a large group of people calming conversing with one another. And there were other sounds as well, like the trickle of water, the dull hammering of a mallet and the scraping of someone sharpening a metal blade.
Using his trembling arms to force himself upright, Timmy finally saw that Dominique had brought them to the outskirts of a camp. He could see lean-tos and other forms of crudely shelters that were all protected under the canopy of one massive, ancient looking Tree. The Tree (for some reason Timmy felt it demanded the capital lettering) was noticeably larger than the trees surrounding it and seemed to mark the centre of the camp. Timmy couldn't see all the people scattered around the surrounds trees but those he could see were all students and they all seemed to be preparing for one thing; war.
"Welcome," Dominique said suddenly, a wide and wicked grin stretched across her face, "to the Great Witch Rebellion."
And there's the title.
(1) There is actually a pub in call the Mean Fiddler Hotel. It was built in like the mid 1820's and has a reputation for being one of the most violent bars in the Sydney area, but that's just because it's really popular and that many people in a drinking environment is bound to cause conflict. Personally I just think it has a really unusual name and wanted to use it.
(2) This guy's name went through so many changes and I'm still not sure if I'm happy with it. I went with Gibbs because on Navy fighter jet the Radio Intercept Officer (the guy who sits behind the pilot) is sometimes referred to as a GIB (guy in back). Or at least that's what NCIS has taught me. And Caleb . . . I dunno where that one came from. I've never felt strongly about that name so I just kinda went with it. Like I said I'm still not convinced I've got it right.
(3) Apparently the Pricilla in the 4Kids version and the Rai version are two different girls. I went the one with the longer red hair, not the bob cut. Also apparently her winx colours are green, not pink but I wanted Timmy to momentarily mistake her for Flora so I haven't changed it.
Also I'm sure a lot of you will recognise Dominique from some of my other stories. She's just got a very convenient power, especially since the characters are so space out at the moment. If I had a choice of powers I'd love to have super speed and teleportation. Would never have to worry about traffic ever again.
'Til next time . . . TBC.