Three- Everything Was Black
Going from being un-dead to alive was hell. And this was coming from someone who had already basically died once. After living nearly twenty-years without the ability to actually feel the new sensation was overwhelming. And one Daphne wished she was unable to have. Every inch of her body ached. Sharp shooting pains darted thought seemingly every part of her body; head, hips, back, feet…oh the feet… Never had she experienced this much pain, it was all she could think of, that and why she was in so much pain. …Wait, body?!
Her memory was fuzzy at best, all she could see was Bloom's tear-filled face before her eyes fluttered closed. After that everything when black and remained black since.
Was she dead? Was this limbo?
Daphne's mind wondered where she was…
Faragonda stood in her office, overlooking the court-yard, her eyes looked on the front gate. Where is Bloom and the girls? It's not like them to be gone for this long. Did something happen? The elder fairy's mind raced as she wrapped her arms around herself. She knew the Winx where more than capable of whatever tasks destiny placed before them; they have proven that time and time again, yet she found herself nervous as always. After watching the six girls she had grown to consider her own daughters over the past five years face darkness after darkness she had grown use to the overwhelming feeling of worry. And this time was no different than any other.
Tritannus may have not been the biggest threat that the magical world, nor the Winx, had faced. But he was still dangerous, and powerful. Faragonda knew as long as both Bloom and Aisha had loved ones in his grasps and under his control, the two fairies would be putty in Tritannus' hands. Selflessness, one of the most important characteristic for a fairy. One that all six of the Winx had, perhaps this would be their biggest down-fall…
Before Faragonda could pounder some more, her office door swung open, prompting her to spin around on her heels. "Griselda," Faragonda said.
Griselda's left hand was pressed against the door, the other on her chest. As the short haired brunette panted rapidly in vain attempts to catch her breath she looked up at her friend. It didn't even take one word for Faragonda to know that there was something wrong, something seriously wrong.
"Griselda-"Faragonda started.
"The," Griselda began, cutting Faragonda off. "Winx. Something happened to one of them, they need medical aid."
Faragonda's eyes widened. "What happened?" She automatically demanded, fear rushing though her veins. Without hesitation she darted out of her office towards the nurse's office with Griselda on her tail.
Griselda shock her head, "Flora didn't say, all she said was someone needed serious medical aid, and fast. She sounded panicked."
"I knew something was going to go wrong..."
