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A/N::: Still working on TMADD and Castle Chaos (case of Writers Block) and working on this fanfic, so of course, I'm bouncing between three stories…well…four…can't talk about that yet.

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Bloom turned in her sleep, it had taken several hours for her to fall asleep and even now. She was on the verge of waking up. She knew it wasn't time to wake up, but she couldn't fight waking up.

Blurhom.

She turned away from the sound. She couldn't make out what the sound was or what had been said but she didn't want to wake up.

Bloom.

She pulled one of her pillows onto her head to cover her ears. Why couldn't she tune out whoever was calling her?

Wait. Calling her? She was alone in her room, everyone was asleep, and the voice…she's never heard before…no. She'd heard that voice before. But where? When? Who did the voice belong to?

Bloom…

The sound grew louder and Bloom finally pushed herself up, looking around the room. "Who's there?"

Bloom..

Throwing her blanket off of her, she stood, clad in blue pajama pants and a matching long-sleeved shirt with a yellow picture on it that was blurred. Blue eyes scanned the room, no one.

BLOOM

At that moment, lighting and thunder clashed and boomed, crying out in surprise, Bloom fell from her bed to the floor, blanket wrapped around her legs.

"Princess!" Guards rushed into her room alongside Icy, her blue eyes wide as she saw her sister on the floor.

The guards helped Bloom up as Icy looked around the room for the cause of the young girls panic, not finding anything.

Icy pulled Bloom into a hug, wrapping one arm around Bloom's waist while the other wrapped around her shoulders so Icy's hand could rest on her head.

"Are you alright?" Even as she asked, she continued to look around the room.

Bloom nodded, "Yes…I thought I heard…" She stopped herself. Tell her sister she heard a voice? She'd be thought of as insane. "Nothing, I'm fine. Promise."

Bloom…

"Hear that?" She whispered to Icy. Said girl pulled away. "Hear what?"

Go to the garden of magic …

"That. That voice."

"You hear a voice?" Icy tilted her head to listen, but didn't hear a thing.

Come to the garden of magic…

"Garden of magic?"

Icy looked at Bloom, "The garden, it's the center of this world. Why do you ask?"

Bloom looked at Icy, tilted her head and smiled. "Nothing, I uh…heard some guards talking about the place…"

Icy saw through the lie but never thought to much about it since it was her sister. "Very well, sleep well Bloom." She nodded and kissed Icy's cheek, returning the good-night wish.

Once alone, Bloom stood looking around her room. "Why? How do I get to the garden?" She murmured, so the guards at her door wouldn't hear her.

Go alone.

"What? Alone? Why? What for?"

No answer.

"Voice? Why alone?"

Still no answer.

Climbing into bed, Bloom fell into a trance as she thought while trying to fall asleep. The garden …and I have to go alone…who was the voice? It sounded like a woman…her voice sounded a little…familiar…

Bloom fell asleep as her final word slipped into his mind, sleep finally over her.


Lyan and Damon, the queen and king, sat at the long table for breakfast with Icy. Bloom hadn't gotten up yet but Icy had said to let her sleep.

Darcy and Stormy stood off to the side where their king could call upon them easily. They were kiss-ups as Bloom called them.

They were loyal to their grandfather until he died and immediately switched their loyalty to Damon the moment he was crowed.

Those two witches may be the two reincarnations of the Ancestral Witches but they only served the royal family because they wanted power, something the royal family had.

Bloom watched all five of them from the balcony. She didn't want to eat, she was nervous about going to the garden.

She wore a white turtle neck tank top with a wide gold collar around her neck that rested on her shoulders, spanning out around her chest and back.

And a white skirt with a wide gold belt around her hips. Her gold bands and tiara in place on her arms and head.

Bloom walked toward the steps, her off-white flat bottom boots that folded down back to her ankles, didn't make a sound as she walked.

Reaching the main floor Icy spotted her. "Bloom-baby! You've woken up!" Icy stood, gesturing her younger sister over.

Bloom looked at the door leading to the main hall that lead to the outside world. Sighing, Bloom walked over and stood at the foot of the table, not wanting to eat.

Her mother looked at her with a hint of worry in her eyes. "Are you alright dear?"

"Yes mother." Something felt wrong about calling Lyan 'mother', Bloom didn't know why, but all of a sudden it didn't feel right.

Her father smiled. "Come then, sit and eat, Bloom." Bloom took a moment before she decided on an answer. "Actually, I cannot."

All three plus Darcy and Stormy looked at the red-headed teen. Hands folded in her lap, Bloom bowed, looking her parents and Icy in the eye, she continued. "But I have somewhere to go, I have something I need to do."

She bowed again. "If you will excuse me."


Icy walked down the halls with Stormy and Darcy trailing behind her on either side of her.

Icy wears an outfit that looked something like a jump-suit. Wearing high boots of the color dark blue. With the letter I on the outfit over her stomach.

Knees-high high-heeled boots. Gloves that end at her hands in triangles at her middle finger, held there by a ring. A blue choker at Icy's neck that runs down her body to the I. A dark blue cloak swirling behind her as she walked.

Stormy is dressed in a maroon dress with the letter "S" at the middle of her outfit. Matching maroon fingerless gloves that go to her elbows. Matching tights. High-heeled boots. And a chocker around her neck.

Darcy wore something like purple bodysuit with no sleeves and Capri-style pants. Light purple gloves not going past her wrists, purple ankle boots, and a choker that forms a "D" at her belt.

The three were the reincarnations of the Ancestral Witches and had, as children, decided that they would complete what their originals had started.

The Ancestral Witches had searched for centuries across the Magic Dimension for the power of the Great Dragon, yet when they had arrived on Domino, the planet the dragon was last recorded on being on, the power had vanished, as if it had never existed.

"The ring of Solaria you say?" Darcy asked, turning to look at Stormy who looked back at her.

Icy nodded. "It is rumored to contain the power of the Great Dragon." Icy began, now reaching the balcony that oversaw nearly the entire land.

"The power the Ancestral Witches tried to get from Domino?" Stormy asked, ducking when Icy threw a glass cup sailing towards Stormy's head.

"If the power was hidden in the ring then that would explain why its been off the radar." Darcy murmured, eyes glued to the ceiling as she spoke.

Stormy tilted her head. "Why is that?"

Icy threw another glass at the frizzy haired witch. "If a power not meant to be contained is contained within an object then that power vanishes from anyone's detection."

"So how come people believe it to be in the ring?" Stormy asked, standing behind Darcy so Icy wouldn't throw anything.

"Who knows, but if the rumors are true about that ring," Icy turned to her sisters, an evil smile plastered on her beautiful face. "We will finish what they had begun!"

The three broke into evil laughter.


Bloom, accompanied by kiko, walked to through the fields on their way to the Garden of Magic, Bloom watched the slaves work, many looked in pain and tired, one man collapsed suddenly.

Bloom stopped to stare at him, taking a step, she felt the need to help him, she broke from her trance as the crack of a whip echoed into the air followed the mans cry of pain.

The man struggled to his feet as a guard whipped him, ordering him to get back to work. Bloom felt something in her hurt. She looked down at kiko, he was nibbling on some grass, not seeming to notice.

Ignoring the strange hurt inside her, Bloom pressed forward, passing by many other slaves and winced every time a guard yelled at a slave, every time a whip cracked, for every time a slave cried in pain, Bloom couldn't wait to get away.

Breaking into a run, Kiko on her heals, Bloom forced herself to run until she couldn't hear the slaves and guards any longer.

The sound was muffled and hazy, but the sounds of the faeries and wizards echoed all around within her mind. Covering her ears didn't stop the sound.

"Shut up…" She closed her eyes, the images flooded her mind as if she were seeing them live. "Stop…"

The sounds grew in volume, she shook her head, felt her body back-peddle but she couldn't comprehend it all as the images became more vivid, the sounds sharper.

Bloom shook her head. STOP IT!

The sound of a scream, not of pain, but of determination, snapped into Bloom's ears. She found herself standing in front of a forest.

A burst of light blinded Bloom before she snapped her eyes shut. "What the…What was that?"

Lowering her arms as the light faded, she walked forward. A hideous hoar echoed around the trees, leaving Bloom nearly frozen.

She turned to leave, the forest spun, as if silently telling her to press forward. Bloom narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Kiko was the first to go towards the roar, followed by Bloom who didn't want her little bunny along with whatever lay ahead.

"Kiko? Kiko! Get back here!" Running to catch up to the gray and white bunny.

Finally, she caught up to him and hid herself behind a tree at the sight of a large yellow ogre with little red demon things.

Bloom heard kiko make a noise and looked down at him, he puffed out his chest and jumped into the air, extending his leg as if attacking the ogre.

Rolling her eyes, she turned her attention back to the scene in the clearing. Light flashed into her eyes, closing them tightly, Bloom waited a moment before opening one.

Both eyes snapped wide open.

There in the clearing facing the Ogre and the red-demon things was a tall girl with flowing blonde hair tied into pigtails near her neck.

She wore orange short shorts and a matching one strap top that tied to one side. Her outfit sparkled.

Her boots were orange as well and reached her knees. On her wrists were silver bracelets.

Her hazel/brown eyes narrowed at who was before her.

In her hand was a staff with a circle on the top with a solid circle in the middle with pegs joining the two circles together.

Lifting it into the air, she spun the staff and then waved it close to the ground. Light slashed into the air and destroyed some of the little red creatures.

Bloom didn't understand what was happening but knew one thing. That girl was a fairy, but she had her powers…was she from another world not under their power?

"Come on, Nut. Is this the best you've got?" The blonde egged the ogre on, tilting her head with a smile on her face.

The ogre…Nut…roared and charged at the young girl, knocking off her feet, causing her to land on her back.

She propped herself up on her forearms as Nut took the staff from her hands. The red-demon things held her down so she couldn't fly away.

Bloom took a step forward, wanting to help but not knowing how, she wasn't like her family, she had no power…she took a step back. The girl was a fairy, why should Bloom care about her?

Eyes widened at the flash-back of Layla that flew through Bloom's mind.

"You'll be dust by your own power, Princess Stella!" Nut laughed, aiming the staff at the girl who winced away.

The red-demon things continued to hold her, otherwise, she'd get away and Nut would have to face the witches.

"You!" Bloom stood in view. She was pointing at Nut, her eyes on…Stella.

"Back off little girl." Nut bit out.

"Let her go! Now." Bloom ordered, her eyes seeming to glow.

Nut ordered the creatures and they charged towards Bloom. Eyes wide, she took a step back. "GET AWAY!"

Bloom held her hand out in a sign to say stop, a red-orange bubble appeared around her and shot yellow static through them, destroying them.

Once all that attacked her were gone, the bubble faded and Bloom looked at her hands. I have powers…

She couldn't believe it. She had never had powers. Not once. She had when she was five jumped off anything tall trying to fly and had tried connecting to her powers but nothing had ever worked.

Why now?

Why now?

Bloom felt something on her wrists tighten and she snapped out of her thoughts. Nut held both her arms in one hand. Growling at her with crazy eyes and barred teeth, he aimed the staff at her.

Bloom struggled but the ogre was bigger and stronger. She pulled her head as far away from him as she could. "LET. ME. GO!"

Fire raced through her, it glowed and swirled just beneath her skin but visible to those watching. Something wrapped itself inside her from her center and then exploded out of her, a violent roar followed by extreme heat engulfed the clearing.

Nut was knocked back and the ghouls destroyed. On her knees, gathering her breath, Bloom looked up as Stella walked over to stand in front of her.

Bloom looked beyond her as Nut clapped his hands and disappeared.

"Uh…"

"You've got Winx girl."

Bloom looked back at girl. "Excuse me?" She narrowed her eyes.

"I would have never thought a fairy was in the world, at least with their powers."

Now sitting on her knees, Bloom's eyes narrowed and she stood up. Hands clenched into fists. Stella watched Bloom in confusion.

"You're insane. I am not a fairy. I am the Princess of the Coven." Bloom touched her chest indicating herself as she spoke.

Stella looked at her and blinked. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. Her staff keep herself from fall to the ground.

"Please. No witch has that kind of power." Stella said once she calmed her laughing. Bloom felt her body heat and suddenly Stella was knocked off her feet by a burst of flame brought on by the red-headed teen.

Stella looked up, her hazel eyes not so happy now. "You are no witch. You are not a princess of the coven."

Bloom gasped and took a step back. Gathering herself, she extended her hand and pointed at Stella. "Now you go too far."

She turned and walked away, Stella reached for her but stilled as faint sound humming through her head, The sound begun low and barely auditable then the volume grew. A kind voice whispered to her as well, calmly and gently telling her what to do.


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