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The Plan for Freedom
"It's too weird," Musa said to Professor Avalon as she watched the group outside the window. "Look at me… teenage me. I forgot how cold I used to act. And, the pigtails. Glad I grew out of that stage."
"If I recall, you may have been a bit cold, but you also knew how to let loose and party when you wanted to," Professor Avalon said. "Like, at the beginning of the term dance. Speaking of which, will you help chaperone it, again?"
"It's at Alfea again, isn't it," Musa nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there. Tomorrow night, right?"
"At seven on the dot," Avalon said. "I suppose I had better get to my class before they bail on me."
"Krannert, Sir," his general said walking into the Sparks throne room. "I just got word from our Red Fountain spy that Princess Angel is, now, back at Alfea. It turns out that Musa sent her to the past."
Krannert clenched his fist. "And Musa?"
"Alfea as well, Sir," his general reported. "And, well, you'll find this interesting. Angel brought some figures from the past with her. Your ten prisoners and Musa as teenagers."
"Them all," Krannert asked and stood up. "This will be interesting, and exciting, to say the least. When is the next time I can attack Alfea?"
"Tomorrow at 6:45, the shields go down for the annual start of the year dance," his general reported. "It'll be a perfect opportunity to attack."
"Good," Krannert smirked. "Prepare all my forces. If you need me, I'll be with Caleb, tormenting my prisoners. I'd like to have a nice power boost again before smashing those fairies."
"How do you get your hair so silky?" Stella asked Celeste.
"Oh, it's a formula that involves honey, tea, and a lot of patience," Celeste replied. She then began explaining the delicacies of the formula.
"I swear, those two could be sisters," Brandon, Jr. said to Brandon, Sr.
"No kidding," Brandon replied.
"Why do you wear your hair like that?" Flora asked Violet. "You hair has such a natural flow to it when you leave it down."
"I'm sorry, but I like my hair the way I have it," Violet said readjusting her hair so that the bun was tighter. "I spent a long time learning how to wear it like this without doing it in the mirror. You're acting like a mom."
"Well, I will be a mom," Flora said. "Your mother to be exact."
"I notice you don't have anything to say to Daisy," Violet said and crossed her arms.
"Oh, Sweetie," Flora tried, but Violet didn't want to hear it.
She stood up and walked to where Marvel, Trend, and Trine were sitting. "She's known me for five minutes and already starts treating me like she's been my mom forever. Look at Daisy, introducing Chase to those two. Pretending she's dating him or something."
"You know, Vi," Marvel said moved so he was next to her. "Right now, I think you have got to calm down. You're acting like they purposely abandoned you. Remember, your parents didn't. And these two are the two that are eventually going to be the reason for your existence."
Layla was having a laugh with Angel, the two Brandon's, and Sky when she caught a sight of Musa in the background. But, not her Musa, the older Musa. She excused herself and walked to the woman.
"I guess this must be over-whelming for you, huh," Layla said. "I mean, you practically raised all these kids and now, you're seeing all of us for the first time in a decade."
Musa nodded. Considering her age, she looked young, like she was only in her twenties. "I haven't seen or heard you in thirteen years. Riven or Flo in twelve. Helia, Tecna, or Timmy in thirteen years. Bloom, Stella, Sky, or Brandon in fourteen. And, now… I don't know what that girl was thinking bringing you all to the future."
"We decided we were going to go long before we told her," Layla said. "The moment we found out the truth of where she was from we decided we were going to come and help stop Krannert in this time. You had to know that we would if we met her, Musa. And I think you were hoping it, as well."
"You know, you never really wanted kids," Musa said in a quiet voice. "Not of your own. You told me that you'd take Riven's responsibilities if I needed the help, but you also said that that kids weren't really your thing. But, I always suspected you were lying because those conversations never really took place until you were sterile"
"So, why don't you have kids, Musa?" Layla asked.
"I got pregnant way too young," Musa said. "I was barely out of Alfea and Riven hadn't even proposed… actually, he never did propose, not even after I told him I was pregnant. But, before I even reached the fourth month, there were complications and I had a miscarriage. After that, I was devastated. I lost the baby, I thought I was losing Riven. About a year after that, I proposed to him. He thought it was a joke and I stormed out of the restaurant. The next morning, he came to my home and finally got down on one knee with a ring, but I was still half pissed at him. I got pregnant again, about twelve and a half years ago. Went seven months without a trace of anything wrong. One day, I got sick from some bad food and, suddenly, the kicking stopped."
Layla wrapped her arms around the woman.
"Riven was excited that he was going to have a son," Musa said as a few tears dripped from her eyes. "He saved us from Krannert. He doesn't know yet."
"Don't worry," Layla said. "He'll understand when we find them."
Bloom's face was contorted with concentration. She could reach a few fleeting thoughts of her older self. Suddenly, she felt a flood of thoughts in her head. She remembered a night seventeen years before as she gave birth to a baby girl. Wedding vows as she stood before hundreds of people, but they seemed to fade as she looked at Sky. Years in the dark, cave, barely able to call upon her Winx. The process of restoring her planet to its glory and being crowned queen. Only a moments flash, and she knew exactly where they were being held prisoner. "Griselda," she called opening the office door and finding the headmistress. "They're in the Shadowhaunt. Right where Darkar used to sit on his throne."
"I'll prepare the rescue team," Giselda said. "Palladium's been measuring out tears for them to drink so they'll be restored to how they were before they were kidnapped."
"Who are you sending, exactly?" Bloom asked.
"Winx Club, generation two," Griselda said pointing to the fairies and heroes outside the window. "Think of them as you, just younger. You might want to meet them and find out all about them before they have to leave."
"I think we should move the party to Cloud Tower," Avalon told Griselda said as soon as Bloom had walked out. "We know Krannert will attack. Have the Eraklyon military positioned here to surprise Krannert, and then, Solaria and the Special Forces can attack him from behind. Meanwhile, they," he motioned to the chaos outside," can use the distraction to rescue their parents. It'll keep the students safe and they can still have their party."
"You don't think the students will want to fight?" Griselda asked.
"Only those would," Avalon said. "The rest will be looking forward to a party without interruptions. Plus, it will be too dangerous."
Griselda nodded. "I'll call Saladin and Griffin and discuss it with them. Meanwhile, we'll tell them about their upcoming mission."
"Bloom!" Stella shouted when the redhead entered the courtyard. "Come, meet my daughter!"
"What?" Bloom asked.
"Oh, and Angel, she's your daughter," Stella unceremoniously announced.
"Uh… wow."
"Isn't this just amazing! And, your daughter is dating my son. And my daughter is dating Tecna's son, Mech."
"I found where we are," Bloom said. She sighed. "Krannert's been keeping us in the Shadowhaunt. Oh, and Sky," she approached her boyfriend. "You messed up your vows when we got married. Do it again and I will be very angry."
"Consider them perfected," Sky said holding his hands up in defense.
"We need all of you inside," Griselda said a little while later. "Except," she looked at the group, "Chase and Trine."
"Whoa, wait a minute," Trine immediately argued. "Why not us?"
"Saladin wants you two back at Red Fountain," Griselda said. "Something about the mess hall."
Chase looked at Trine and rolled his eyes. "We have cleaning duty, remember."
Trine grumbled as he jumped on his levabike. "This is so unfair. One escaped dragon and suddenly I'm a janitor."
As soon as everyone was in the Conference Room, Griselda began explaining the plan. "Brandon, Jr., you will be leading the mission. Marvel will be the co-pilot. Mech, you're in charge of defense and you'll have Trend, Trine, and Chase following your orders. Angel, Celeste, Violet, and Daisy, you'll be in charge of deactivating and destroying any shields that will be holding your parents captive. As well, Angel and Celeste will each have the potions for your own parents. Daisy, you will have the potions for your father, Mech's parents, and Layla. Violet, you'll have the potions for Riven and Flora. Do not mix up the potions because they are specifically measured for each person depending on how long they've been down there."
"Yes, Griselda," all the students nodded.
"You will leave from Red Fountain tomorrow at 7:00. That will be when the attack on Alfea we are anticipating from Krannert to happen. The dance, of course, has been moved to Cloud Tower, which would be that last place Krannert would attack."
"If I may ask," Marvel raised his hand spoke. "If Trine and Chase are coming on the mission, why did we send them away?"
"We don't exactly trust Trine," Griselda said.
"And Chase?" Daisy asked.
"We couldn't send away only Trine," Avalon said. "He never would have left."
"I don't think it's fair to Chase," Daisy said.
"No, it's not," Flora told her daughter, "but he would understand."
"As for the eleven of you," Griselda began speaking to the people from the past. "I assume you will help to fight Krannert's army, correct?"
"Can't think of anything I'd rather do," Riven said and the rest nodded in agreement.
"Then you will be positioned at the front line," Griselda said. "And Musa, rather than chaperoning..."
"Of course, Griselda," Musa nodded.