I am excited to give you the very first chapter of The Makers Archives II: The Book of Latenius. I hope you all like the chapter. Please tell me your thoughts on the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club, but this plot does belong to me.

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: This story will contain profanity, even though I'm not much of a believer in swearing it fits into the story; depression; dark themes such as murder; romance (nothing too serious); fem/slash.

Dear Drake,

I know that your mad and I know that your hurt, but don't take it out on anyone, especially Paige. I asked and begged her until she wore down. I was selfish, I know that too. I was so selfish breaking Paige like that, making her live her life with guilt and hatred for herself gnawing at her heart and soul. But I didn't want my life to be running from whatever came after me. I'm afraid of the pain of living my life with the emptiness of no power when I was caught, and I know that one day I was going to have no magic. I wasn't strong enough and I'm sorry for that. So don't hate Paige, hate me for running away. But never, ever think, even for a second, that it was your fault. I know you will find a way to blame yourself, but don't.

Lots of Love,

Skylar

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(Sunday, July 14th)

Soft music filled the throne room, joining the essence of lavender and jasmine. Juliette walked up to the ancient book. Hesitantly, she lowered her hand against the worn out binding and rubbed her soft hands up to the cover, making a thin layer of dust mix with the only beam of light. Before kneeling in front of the book, Juliette dragged her fingers onto the cold, stone pedestal. For several unsettling moments Juliette closed her sky blue eyes. Once she reopened them, she took out a small golden key from her light denim pocket and placed it in one of the locks next to the book. Juliette back up as the light, that was shining down on the book, shone brighter until it was almost blinding. Turning around, the previously plain face was now the holder of a sinister smirk. Yellow eyes gazed around the room, watching to see if any guards would jump out of the secret passages. Unfortunately there were none. Flicking back her dark brown hair, she put her silver be-jewelled cellphone to her ear and said, "Ume, Gale, one down, four more to go." Now a grin grew against her face as she heard the chuckling in the background. She crumbled her phone in her hand, with dark light burning it, before throwing it to the side. No one could track her down now. The girl walked out of the chamber.

Waking up with a start, Juliette sat up quickly, her golden braid slapping her natural rosy cheeks. For long lasting minutes, she remained where she was, panting heavily while beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. It had been exactly two weeks since she started to get the Dream. Every night was worse than the previous. Now it had become pure torture to sleep.

Reluctantly, she pushed the warm quilt from her legs and let her feet touch the hardwood floor. She shivered at the impact. Juliette decided against changing, not really caring who could see her at four in the morning, before rushing out of the house with lavender perfume clogging up her nostrils. Juliette ran across the market square, where some of the poorer citizens were already awake. She felt eyes staring at her, but as she wiped around, all she saw was a tanned boy pulling a cart full of metal scraps. Staying where she was, she watched him for a moment, but as the wind started to bit at her bare skin, she started to run towards the palace once again.

Even before the guards saw Juliette turn the corner, one of them said, "Lady Juliette, you don't need to worry, no one came during the night." With a sigh of relief, Juliette let herself pant from the sprint.

"Milady," the second guard hesitated. Hopefully she wouldn't get mad. Adjusting his body and staff, so he looked taller and grander, he continued, "you should trust us to keep the book safe. It's been two weeks since you asked us the first time and nothin' has happened. You should go back home and rest, miss, you will be very busy soon." Juliette forced a smile.

"Of course, well that's kind of you to think of me, but I feel fine. Now excuse me," she said quickly with effort, trying to hide her irritation.

The golden haired girl dragged her feet back home, her lack of sleep was finally getting to her. The sun was starting to rise, though the street lights were still on. It must have been around five. As she went through alleys and past shops, Juliette kept thinking of her brother. Though the war between Casidor and Latenius was over, he hadn't come home. He was one of the soldiers that remained there, just in case. Now Latenius' crumbling streets were littered with the Casidor soldiers, much to her disappointment. She wanted to tell her brother of her dreams, but not even he was around. At least her best friends were arriving this afternoon. Yes. This thought made Juliette smile, but it lowered almost immediately. They were only coming this early in the summer for the wedding. The thought of this made Juliette throw her fist against the stone wall in front of her. She lowered herself against the stones slowly, she couldn't move even if she wanted to. Her head wobbled to rest against her shoulder and her eyelids drooped. Soon, she fell into a calming sleep.

It seemed like only moments later when someone shook Juliette awake. "Lady Juliette," he said with a kind voice, "are you alright?" After taking a few moments to compose herself and to realize where she was, she said, "y-yes, thank you Chase. I guess I fell asleep."

"What were you doing here, Lady Juliette? You had Prince Xavier worried. He wouldn't stop pacing around your living room until he was satisfied that I went out to look for you," Chase said with slight pride that Juliette caught. Juliette rose an eyebrow before snorting.

"Sorry. Stop teasing me, Chase. Xavier doesn't care one dime about be. And just how many times have I told you to stop calling me Lady Juliette? It's just Juliette, okay?" With Chase's help she got up and she then brushed off her blue shorts.

"That's not true, Lady Juliette. Prince Xavier really cares about you. He just doesn't show it." The two started walking towards Juliette's house in silence. Chase was just being kind, she knew that Xavier didn't have feelings like a normal person, she knew that no matter how much she tried he would never care for her. So that's why Juliette gave up. It had only been a silly school-girl crush anyway.

After almost an hour of walking slowly- or at least it felt slow- back to her cottage home, Juliette stood in front of the door. To be truthful, she was not looking forward to going in and having her mother rush over to her and exclaim all the worrying she went through in the last few hours. All Juliette wanted to do was fall against her bed and to never wake up until school started once again. "Only six weeks left. Come on, Juliette, you can do this. You can-" Juliette's own sigh broke her concentration of the pep talk. She looked over her shoulder, grateful that Chase was waiting patiently behind her. "Let's just get this done with," she thought before opening the door.

As soon as the wooden barrier started to open from the calm pace, it was swooped open by Juliette's mother. Her hair was still in a tight ponytail, with her hands covered in flour. White hands prints were placed against Juliette's naked arms as soon as she was pulled in the hut.

"Juliette, where were you? What were you thinking running off like that? You could have been hurt or raped or mugged or killed or...or even kidnapped to be sold as slave!" Mary yelled while shacking the teenage girl.

"Don't be so dramatic, mom. I was out for a walk when I fell asleep against the wall. As far as I know, no guy even touched a strain of the hair on my head, much less my more private areas," Juliette reassured. She tried to hide the blush that crept up her cheeks as she noticed Xavier fix his glasses behind her mother. "Oh, hello Prince Xavier." The fairy curtsied to her fiance, though she hardly went low enough to be respectful. The wizard just nodded his head before he moved back to the living room. Juliette had a sudden urge to stick her tongue out like a child.

"How can he be so nonchalant to me, his own fiance! How am I going to live with him when he won't even say, 'hello, Juliette. I'm glad nothing happened to you while you were out at four o'clock in the morning in an almost empty street while all the creeps are out looking for a prey. But don't worry, if anyone touched you I would have burned their head of with my awesome wizardry skills,' when I was just rescued. Is that so hard?" Mary looked at her daughter in disbelief. She wiped Juliette's shoulders, trying to brush off the four, only causing it spread.

"He's just not someone to show his emotions, Jules. That doesn't sound like something he say at all," the mother claimed.

"What do you mean? I made him cocky." Juliette's voice was innocent and she looked even more so as she tilted her head, her messy braid falling to the side.

"What happened? Are you sure nothing happened? Did you hit your head or something?" Mary went up to her daughter and checked her forehead. "It doesn't seem like you got a fever. Maybe you should go take a nap be-"

"No!" The genius yelled a little louder than intended. "I''m just not tired," she said slowly.

After hesitating, Mary forced a smile and said, "well that gives us more time to choose the bouquet before we move on to invitations with your prince. How does that sound?" Mary and Chase both saw Juliette deflate. They made eye contact quickly, but their eyes departed each others immediately.

"Why not, it's not like it isn't what we've been doing for the last few weeks." Slapping a hand to her forehead, Juliette wished that her friends would get here soon so she could have the next few days off.

The clanking heels sounded through the almost empty hallways. The busts* that were engraved in the brown walls seemed to watch her, creating a haunting feel down the corridor. No matter how many times she walked down this path, the ginger just could not get used to them. At the end of the path was a circular pit of flames enclosed by a grey stone. As she began to see the fire burn brighter, she noticed the tall girl. This caused the short apprentice to bound down the rest of the hall until she reached her closest friend. "How was the meeting with the Makers?" she yelled down the remainder of the hall with as much energy as she always did. It wasn't until the red-head got closer did she realize that the curly hair was in front of her, instead of the heart like face.

With fear, the girl slowly continued her way with her right hand reaching forward at an almost painful pace. As she clutched the loose sleeve that was part of the Apprentice's dress, the tall girl tense. It felt like an eternity, and she knew how that could feel, as the second girl turned to face the first. Tears stained her cheeks and they continued to drip down her chin in clumps. "What-" but the first girl was interrupted as the olive skinned girl collapsed to her knees. She clutched the ginger's skirt hem and continued to weep into it. The ginger didn't know any other way to react as she went to her own knees and wrapped the other into a reassuring embrace.

*I mean the statues that are from shoulders up that are usually in art galleries or museums, for those who don't know.

I hoped you all liked this chapter, I'm so happy that I finally got it up. Please tell me what you think in a REVIEW. Also, if anyone has any ideas for the cover for this book, please send suggestions. XD

More accepted characters:

Pixies:

-Verita by: Vasyl

Witches:

-Belladonna Wisteria by: FresianFire
-Quinn Kelly Andros by: Winxcarrie
-Melinda Mary Tino by: Winxcarrie

I don't need anymore witches so they will no longer be accepted. I could always use teachers and specialists, but I think that that's it. So thanks everyone! I don't really need anymore characters. Thanks all!