She was walking along an empty street. There were shop windows on two sides - empty. The only thing they presented was her reflection. An anxious, careful black haired girl was following Musa on the other side of the windows. But when the fairy stopped and took a good look on herself in the window, her reflection smirked, glowering Musa with her beady eyes. The fairy of music stepped back in fear. The reflection raised one of her eyebrows, hooting.

- Who are you and what do you want from me?! - Musa exclaimed, feeling that she is shaking all over.

- You'll see if you don't shove off. - the reflection replied. Suddenly it vanished. Only her sinister laugh resonated and although Musa hid her ears to not hear anything, it seemed to sound in her head. Musa felt groggy; she started shouting desperately. The voice was unbearable...

- STOP! - she yelled.

And in a second she found herself in her sleeping bag with Riven. Her heart was beating like a banshee. Musa gasped for fresh air realising she was in sweat. She looked around to see her friends laying in their bedrolls. It didn't get dark; the sky was still the same and it was still stuffy.

- You can't sleep either? - Flora's sudden question almost gave her a heart attack. Her brown haired friend was sitting cross-legged near Helia who was probably just laying with closed eyes. - Sorry! I didn't want to scare you!

- Nevermind... - Musa rubbed the back of her head. - I had a bad dream...

- I was trying to fall asleep but I fancied that somebody is watching me. - Flora looked backwards concernedly.

- Me toooo...ahaaahh... - Stella yawned loudly, stretching her arms. - I hate nights when I can't sleep.

- Is there a night at all? Few hours passed and I didn't notice any change in the sky. - The fairy of nature glanced through a hole in the wall.

Musa turned to her boyfriend. She stroked his cheek what made him open his eyes.

- Sleeping? - she asked rhetorically.

- No. - he muttered. - I see ya can't too.

- I had a... nightmare, in fact.

- What was it? - asked Bloom, laying next to her.

- I was walking down the street... - the black haired girl unwillingly remembered the meeting with her reflection. - I saw my reflection in the windowpane... But it wasn't me. She smirked and told me to get out of here.

- It may be your reaction after everything you saw here. - Flora assumed. - Don't worry.

- But it was so realistic... - Musa couldn't throw her reflection's angry face away from mind.

- Most dreams are realistic. Easy, Muse, you are just scared of what happened here. - Tecna got up off her sleeping bag. - And it is understandable.

- Mhm... - Musa mumbled. She got up suddenly. - I'm having a walk.

Fairies observed her coming out from their temporary flat. When she disappeared round the corner, they tucked themselves to sleep again.

Their 'flat' was situated on one of rocky cliffs around the city. Musa reckoned they used to be full of green; seeing burnt remains of plants she imagined high trees with brown bark and effuse crowns, plantations of flowers and meadows instead of empty spread of lands, trim home gardens where there was only rubble. The erstwhile outskirts seemed to be not only well-appointed area but also place created with finesse. Just by a closer look at the destroyed houses, streets, squares and piazzas one could see that the person who built them had an amazing imagination and novel ideas. Between the lanes on the streets there were long zones at different shapes that diverged into every direction. Musa would love to know what they were for but she assumed that they could be river beds. They ended along with the cliff's ridge so water might have been falling down into the sea.

The fairy of music turned left to find herself on a wide plaza walled with columns. In the middle of it tiles of every grey hue that probably used to be colorful composed a large dingy symbol similar to a shining sun. Walking ahead she noticed the columns were sculptures of various beings: fairies, mermaids, centaurs, wolves, dragons, unicorns, griffins. The sculptures were seedy and seemed to be grief-stricken as if they saw what happened around them. Musa came up to the carving of an angel and realized she could read some of the visible pictograms on a scroll it was holding. As if she had been learning this language since ever:

We shall stay in harmony

Letting the magic heal our hearts

Letting the music keep us together

In perpetuity we do stay here

Neither day or night of misfortune

does break the music empire apart

Singing at the top of our lungs

Making everything evergreen

I wouldn't be so sure.

Musa smiled sadly imagining Soundiria's prime. She felt it was a beautiful, powerful kingdom, indeed. But she didn't expect that her father was that powerful to destroy her home. Was he such a callous man to kill all Soundiria's inhabitants and make everybody forget about this planet without remorse?

How did he do that all? As he desired to rule the empire… Why did he leave it and take Musa with him?

Something moved behind her. Scared, Musa turned back immediately but didn't see anything special. She was alone, only with sculptures around that weren't even looking at her.

It's all in your head, it's all in your head, it's all in your head…

However, she couldn't helped shivering. She remembered Flora's words: ,,… I fancied that someone is watching me''. Musa had to admit she also felt uncomfortable being on somebody's blitz.

- Oh, here you are! – Aisha appeared next to her and the others beyond. Musa breathed a sigh of relief. – We have just reached a conclusion that it is a bit dangerous leaving you alone in an unknown place.

- I am alright. I found some… Poems. – Musa pointed on the angel.

- O, gosh! Amazing! – Bloom was enchanted, entering the plaza. – I wish I knew what they say. – She said, having a closer look on the pictograms on the scroll.

- They say that Soundiria will last forever and nothing will be able to destroy it. – Musa translated the pictograms. – And yet… There was something. – She sighed.

- Your planet was really beautiful. Even the ruins can't make it cloy. – Helia glanced over the plaza, trying to say anything nice. Musa gave him a friendly smile.

And, to her horror, she felt something moving somewhere close. Like a single blow of wind.

- Did you feel that? – Musa asked them. They hushed for a while, looking around.

- No. – Tecna shook her head.

- Nothing. – Brandon shrugged.

- And what did you feel? – Riven wondered.

- I don't know. Something… Like wind. – Musa's heart started beating fast. She glanced sideways backwards. There was nothing but for the empty grey plaza.

- Hey! I felt it! – Riven cringed and took out his purple scimitar, glowering over the place. Musa turned back, holding her breath. Girls, straining their sight and ears, clung to each other in terror. Specialists followed Riven's footsteps, taking their weapons out like him.

- I think we should transform… Just in case… – Stella whispered but Flora covered her blonde friend's mouth. They waited tensely for something to happen.

Musa stepped back when she saw waving black lines in the sky that looked like the dark version of lights from her vision. In a moment they conjoined and a single dark flame started to fly all over the sky making everybody even more frightened. Suddenly the flame dived towards them, getting bigger and bigger. Hearing Winx screaming, the black haired girl, not thinking much, grabbed Chiavix and directed it onto the dark power. Hardly did the flame get closer to the pendant, it redirected and encircled the group. It got dark, black fog enshrouded their sight. Fairies and specialists started scrabbling, trying to get out of the gloom, throwing magic spells and waving their swords around. But it was useless. The fog only thickened.

The same voice resonated in Musa's head as she lost her balanced and dropped on the tiles. The doomy laugh and her friends' shouting mixed in the air. She fancied her head was about to explode.

The fog started to fade away. Musa opened her eyes, dazed by the unexpected silence. She was alone. There was nobody on the plaza. Frightened to death, the fairy of music looked around to make sure her sight didn't fail. And to her relief and fear at once, she saw her friends captive by the sculptures. The stone beings were holding them with anger in their eyes as they were going to hurt them.

- MUSA! WHAT'S HAPPENING?! – Stella yelled, trying to get away from the squeeze of the centaur.

But the black haired girl could just stare at her struggling buddies. She didn't know what had just happened and why she wasn't captive. Her heart was throbbing crazily and she felt a lump in her throat. She had never felt that scared.

Black flames gathered in front of Musa, turning themselves into a black matter. Rimmed with grey gleam, it started taking shape. This process resembled Matlin's first appearance. But it was dark and faster. The fairy of music was observing how the matter was forming into a leggy figure with long hair braided tenuously and getting normal colors. The person put her bare feet in the middle of the plaza, swallowing up the last black flames to her body.

Musa gaped when the mysterious girl opened her eyes. Her irises were navy blue just like Musa's. Her forehead was decorated with a kind of diadem consisting of several black jewels. She had a ragged fringe that with amazing dark make up gave the foreigner a menacing look. The girl was wearing a black shimmering body suit looking like an armor with a short, dark, transparent cape attached to it at her waist level. Her legs and forearms were decorated with tattoos. On her left arm Musa noticed a strange twisted symbol and pair of black, folded angel wings on her back.

IT'S A GIRL FROM MY DREAM.

Musa couldn't say a word. Clung on the floor she felt so little next to this tall, beautiful angel whose look made her skin crawl. She didn't look like seeking friends.

The girl glared at Musa and skipped through her pinned down friends who stopped struggling and were looking from one girl to the other with bulging eyes. Their faces were so similar.

- I told you to shove off. – the mysterious beauty grinded. Even her voice resembled Musa's.

- Who… Who are you?... – Musa barely stammered.

- It should be my question. – The girl answered, keeping her eye on her. – But I know who you are. – She smirked. – We know each other… From a dream, don't we?

- What do you want from m..me? – Musa grabbed Chiavix as if begging it for help.

- I have already told you! Are ya that stupid? – She shrugged.

- Why did you trap them? – Musa asked. She felt like a trash.

- To prevent them from bothering us. – The girl responded, looking around at her captives with a sneer.

- In what?! – Musa was about to lose her patience. She got up and saw that they are equal in height. However, she still felt weaker and smaller. – What do you want?

- And what do you want here, HUH?! – The girl exclaimed to Musa's face. – Nobody invited you here!

- It's my planet! – The fairy of music shouted desperately. She gulped when her dark version laughed aloud.

- Your planet, that's a laugh! – The angel raised her eyebrows.

- There was a war here and… My father took me from here… - Musa recalled what Matlin told her.

- You don't say? – The girl scoffed.

- And this pendant… It showed me my mum and she told me everything! – The fairy of music pointed on Chiavix.

The angel touched Musa to herself brutally.

- Listen, you little lobotomized tart! – she fizzed furiously. – You have no fucking idea what happened here! I am here the part of the furniture and won't let any assfuck to throw their fucking weight around! It's my planet, did I make myself CLEAR?! – She threw befuddled Musa on the ground. The musical fairy yawped.

- And who the fuck are you that you think it's your planet?! – Musa didn't want to give up so quickly although she realized how dangerous the girl was.

The girl put her hands on her hips, not letting Musa rattle her.

- Who I am? – she repeated, smirking.

Musa clung again seeing the girl was getting down to her. Her eyes were bulging with hatred.

- I'm Mia and I am the only ruler of this planet. – she introduced herself proudly.

- Why you? And tell me, why you look just like me?! – Musa couldn't help asking this question. She felt as talking with to her mirror reflection.

- Use your brain, you dolly bird!

- Stop calling me like that! – Musa bridled and got up, face to face with the dark angel.

- There is only one explanation why we are similar. Haven't you guessed yet?

No. And I am not sure if I want to know.

Mia shook her head.

- Or maybe your friends have any idea why? – She turned back and came up to Riven swathed in long mermaid's tail. – Do you have something, cutie pie? – She fluttered her eyelashes at him with a set smile. – Or I will have to tell this twerp by myself?

- Don't dare to call her like that! – Riven hissed angrily.

- Oh, you are her boyfriend! – Mia gaped, pretending to be surprised. – Really, what do you see in her? – Seeing Riven turned red-faced in anger, she laughed.

- Alright, it gets boring. Unfortunately, I am the one to reveal the truth. Well, Musa… - The fairy of music was dumbfound hearing the dark angel knew her name. – I think your friends won't be very surprised. It's sad but… You are my twin sister.