"So what's this all about?" I asked.
My parents were sitting on the couch across from me, glancing at each other every now and then. They looked uncomfortable, like they were going to announce someone's…
"Dead!" I said, "Someone's dead?"
My father shook his head, his long brown ponytail cascading lightly down his feathery white wings. "No, Rory, nobody died."
"Divorce!" I shouted almost happily. I mean, that would be horrible, but at least I wouldn't have to put up with the witch versus paladin, who's better? arguments.
My mother shook her head this time. "This isn't about us, it's about you." She drew a small clear crystal out of her pocket and handed it to me.
As soon as I touched the sparkling crystal, I felt a weird sensation come over me. A fire seemed to burn inside of my very soul; warmth flooded into my every pore, my every cell.
I didn't ever try to imagine what magic felt like. I had never come into contact with it, ever. But this, this was definitely it.
"Rory, when a girl is a halfie, they can't transform at first."
My father was talking to me. I looked up, shocked. "So, I'll never be able to transform?"
He continued, ignoring my interruption. "You will, but you need a crystal to do it. That crystal." I looked down at the diamond in my hands. "Then, later, after you have chosen between the paths of good and evil, you will be able to transform into one form at will, like others. Until then, however, you can achieve both "Winx" and "Witch-up," both "Charmix" and "Gloomix," and finally, "Enchantix" and "DisEnchantix."
I got hyped up. "I can transform into both? Really?"
My mother chimed in. "That's right, Rory, but only if you have the crystal, and only until you know in your heart if you are witch or fairy. We both have hopes for you…" here she paused to look at Papa, "but it is ultimately your own decision, Don't make it until you're ready, Rory sweetheart."
I gazed lovingly at my newest possession. "I won't, Mum. I'll be very careful in choosing my side."
My father cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable in the moment of witch to halfie bonding my mother and I were going through. I glanced at his forlorn expression, and decided to spare him the pain. "I think I'll go pack my things for school," I said. "See you guys later."
"Rory, do you want me to teach you a packing spell?" My parents asked that at the same time, hoping I'd accept the help of good, or the alliance of evil. I laughed.
"I'll just do it the old fashioned way, guys." I walked towards my room, ready for whatever horrors would come my way.