Hi! It's half term, and I am staying at my grandparents' house with my *cough-annoying bitch of a-cough* sister.
This chapter is incredibly short, I know, but I wanted it to be like that. Don't worry, the next few chapters after this will be longer.
Enjoy! And have a great half term!
Today was the day. Everyone was terrified. They all crowded into the school grounds, watching the screen.
Waiting.
For Flora's life to be put at risk. To be thrown into the hands of Fate.
Everyone was worried. Because they knew Fate was merciless. It forgave no one.
24. That number would decrease for each and everyday. Until it reached 1. No one knew who that 1 person was.
For all they knew, their friend could be dead by sunset. Could. Because no one could tell who would live and who would die. Only Fate could decide.
Because there was no telling what would be in that arena. Only Fate knows. Fate doesn't know what it is doing until it has done it.
Fate and Time are two things that are similar. They can cause sadness and joy. They can change the world.
But Time is a concept. It doesn't change the world. It gives things a chance to. Time gives people a chance.
Fate is evil. It changes the world. Time doesn't change the world. It gives Fate a chance to. Fate doesn't give things a chance. Fate destroys. Fate hurts.
They heard the countdown as the Tributes rose from the ground.
Time. It was giving Fate a chance to decide how those people's lives will end.
All the Tributes looked weak. Of course. They had all just had their powers taken away.
By that time, anyone who was everyone was crowding round Alfea. All eyes were fixed on the screen in front of them.
"Come on Flora..." The Winx thought.
"Three..."
"You can do this Flora!"
"Two..."
"Win for Village 12, for all of us!"
"One..."
Fate had decided.
"Go."