Musa's Tears chapter 3
Hope your liking the story so far. Riven and Musa are just the cutest couple.
Disclaimer: Winx doesn't belong to me. :'(
Musa's POV
My mom's soft golden magic gently landed me back on my home planet of Melody. Its usual sunny skies were dark and dangerous. The rain wasn't a music that called for a dance and instead of a sweet peaceful melody the wind sang a harsh song. The lush green meadow I had landed in had been turned into a dry withered space. The strange weather had made my planet seem as broken as my heart was.
I collapsed heavily to my knees my face in my hands as I sobbed with all of my broken heart.
I would never see them again, never laugh with them, never cry with them, never fight with them, never again. My precious friends did not know of my existence.
I sat there crying in the pouring rain, wounds all over me from the previous battle, for who knows how long. I was just outside the palace and I'm sure it was a mere few minutes until my father came out and carried me inside but it felt like eternity.
My father bought me into my beautiful room and lay me gently on my oversized, over comfy bed. Healers and Maids all worried for me joined him quietly. I powered down from my Believix with its torn clothes so I could regain my drained energy. The best healer in the palace tended to my bloody wounds but I barely registered her cooling touch as my mind had become blank with misery.
When he finished I curled up into a tight ball at the edge of my queen bed and fell into a state of absolute misery.
My father was so worried he always had someone watching carefully over me so that he knew I was eating and surviving, he couldn't bear to lose me as well as my mother and some part of me felt guilty for the pain he must have been feeling seeing me in such a sorry state.
For one week I stayed there barely moving from my position of being curled up depressingly in a ball. Eventually, though, guilt won over.
I got up tiredly, sighing at my appearance as I looked in my guitar shaped mirror. My cerulean eyes were red and puffy, swollen from all the crying. I had tear stains streaked on my cheeks and black bags under my eyes. My long royal blue hair was knotted and dishevelled. In other words I looked like crap.
I slowly plodded my way to my luxurious en suite and had an hour long warm, soothing bath. I felt like I was washing away my old life with the grimy dirt attached to my body. The thought would have brought tears to my eyes had I not already felt lifeless inside.
Drearily I got dressed into a beautiful silk scarlet red princess gown that Stella would have adored. I was honouring her memory in my own way.
I slowly made my way through the huge, unfamiliar (as I had been at Alfea for so long) hallways of the palace to the elaborately decorated dining room where we ate our much too posh meals.
My father's face lit up with joy when he saw me downstairs looking a little healthier. He stood and enveloped me in a heart warming bear hug, suffocating me in the process.
"Musa! I am so glad to see you are feeling better. What happened may I ask? We were so surprised to see you outside crying all bloody with torn clothes. You were only gone from the palace for a few hours." My father exclaimed in his loud booming voice.
I faked a happy smile, though it made my face feel very weird and strained, before answering, "Yes I am feeling much better Daddy. However, I don't really want to talk about what happened yet, if you don't mind."
At first he looked a little sad that I didn't seem to trust him before he smiled again and said, "Of course sweetheart, all in time. For now let's eat to your health."
I again faked smiling and took my seat on his right hand side. My grandma, Daddy's mom, sat opposite me, on my father's left.
She looked at me quizzically before starting conversation, "Honestly Musa, I don't understand why you didn't agree to go to Alfea like other fairies. I'm sure what ever happened to you wouldn't have happened otherwise. Maybe you could have been friends with those nice Winx Club girls, I'm sure they would have saved you."
I suddenly lost all my appetite, and trust me before grandma started talking I had been ravenous, I couldn't talk about them, not now. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I put on my fake smile again.
I pushed back abruptly from the table standing up as my chair clattered to the floor with a loud bang. I put on a fake smile and politely said, "Excuse me, I'm done, I'll be going for a ride on Shimmer, see you later."
With that I swiftly left the room, my skirts swishing nosily.
Riven's POV
I awoke to the sound of chirping birds in the forest. I was lying in my bed at red fountain but I had the strangest sense that I hadn't fallen asleep there. Actually I had the strangest feeling that I hadn't fallen asleep at all.
Wiping the strange thought from my mind I wearily dusted sleep out of my tired eyes. They felt slightly swollen, had I been crying in my dreams? So not like me.
I looked over to Helia's bed; he was also starting to stir.
I slowly dragged myself out of my comfortable bed; feeling bruised and battered though I couldn't figure out why, and went to have a hot shower. I quickly dressed and then Helia and I went off to our lessons, meeting the rest of the guys on the way.
The day passed uneventfully but through the entire time I felt like something extremely important was missing.
Musa's POV
Shimmer was my beautiful palomino stallion. When I was young I would always go ride him to cool my head when I was in a temper or for comfort when I was sad. This was one of those comforting times.
I changed quickly into my beige jodhpurs and my red polo shirt that said Melody Rose on the back before heading to our palace stables.
Shimmer neighed joyfully as I entered, recognising my scent. I smiled softly and swiftly tacked him up.
We cantered across the huge fields of Melody. The array of flowers was in full bloom but they didn't make me feel any better. My heart still felt broken and even the soft voice of the wind couldn't sing me a spirit lifting lullaby. I was too broken.
Two months later I was still avoiding talking of what happened and making a quick escape when Grandma bought up Alfea and the Winx Club. I found that I couldn't help myself telling palace guards how much I missed them though; I managed to make it sound like I was speaking as an outsider though.
It was late one Wednesday afternoon when father called me into his private chambers to talk. Dread crept up my spine and I put on the best fake smile I could, this was going to be hard to get through, I needed to come up with an excuse as of why I was covered in bruises and pouring my eyes out those months ago.
"Ah, Musa." He said as I walked in. He had a friendly look plastered onto his face but I could see questions burning behind his eyes. "I noticed you've been talking to the guards a lot lately, about the Winx Club. You talk as if you know them."
I was surprised for a minute before putting one hand behind my head and laughing guiltily. "Know them? Who doesn't know them? There are posters up all around about them protecting us right?" Now I felt even guiltier at the blatant lie.
"Okay... So what do you know about them?" he asked quizzically.
I was beginning to be suspicious, why did he want to know this? I answered slowly, testing my words before I said them aloud, "I know what everyone else does, that Bloom came from Earth but is the princess of Sparks, that Stella is the fairy of the sun and moon and is princess of Solaria. That Flora is a nature fairy and Layla is a water fairy, princess of Andros. Then there's Techna who is a fairy of technology. She's the smartest girl I've ever seen but still has a big heart and lots of emotions even though she relies on data all the time. Flora is always calm and loving but she will never let anyone hurt those she loves. Layla loves to dance and was the first to know the Pixies and she also has a huge heart, always sacrificing herself for others..." I was getting carried away and drifting into my own little world, blabbing everything about them, but I couldn't stop, "Stella is always on at everyone for their fashion sense and always comes up with witty inappropriate comments right before battle, but don't think for a second that she would put herself first when it actually mattered. Bloom, well she is strong willed and never gives up. She's powerful and never at any time puts herself first. She would give up anything for anyone at anytime." I was smiling softly, remembering all the good times and seeing their faces in my head. Silent tears started to fall from my eyes and I ran out of there as fast as I could, racing to where Shimmer was.
I did notice as I was leaving though, the shocked look on my father's face. I had let too much slip.
Dark, menacing clouds had gathered in the sky and a strong wind blew through the stale air. Rain started pouring harshly from the heavens as I slowly trotted Shimmer back to the palace.
As I drew near I saw a huge fire creep up the walls of the crumbling palace. I could hear ear splitting screams and an evil cackle that I recognised to be none other than Tuneless.
After two months she had come for me.
Hoped you liked this chapter. Please R&R.
Also, hope you understand that Riven was transported to Red Fountain and doesn't remember anything, least of all Musa.
I wasn't sure if I was too vague.
Anyway thanks for reading I'll update as soon as I possibly can.
