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When SotD is complete, I will be re-editing early chapters! So be sure to tune in from time to time to check 'em out!
I don't own Winx Club!
With every glow, it grew stronger and stronger.
With every declaration, it grew brighter and brighter.
With every ounce of strength, it grew bigger and bigger.
With every single one of our hearts, for our friendship, it became invincible.
We became invincible.
"Stop trying to get away!" the Tecna copy said, clearly annoyed as she grabbed Tessa by the ankle. She yanked forcefully, causing the poor girl to cry out and crash onto the ground, the copy hovering over her, sneering
"I don't see why she had to create me to defeat you," the copy said. "Your magic is so weak..." She suddenly stopped. "Your magic...that's it, isn't it? She could sense the magic coming from this!" She started to reach towards Tessa's neck.
Thinking that the copy was going to strangle her, Tessa kicked her in the stomach. The breath whooshed out of the copy, causing her to bend over.
"You...little...!" she wheezed. Tessa stood up shakily, her breathing ragged.
"I'm going to kill you!" it shrieked, taking a step towards the girl. "I'll gut you like a fish and feast upon your insides myself!"
Tessa backed away slightly, but couldn't resist taking a jab. "Look how well that worked out. And, for your information, that was more that I wanted to know."
The copy screeched with fury and lunged at her, but Tessa ducked out of the way just in time.
"Get back here!" the copy shrilled. "Get back here so I can wring your neck!"
"You know," Tessa mused thoughtfully, "that makes me want to go over there less."
With a cry of fury, the copy launched herself at Tessa again, only to find herself clawing at empty air. Tessa hovered a few feet above her, breathing raipidly.
"Think you're clever?" Tecna Copy snarled. "I'll show you!" With blinding speed, she shot up towards Tessa and grabbed the girl by the throat. The copy smiled coldly.
"Not so tough now, are you?" she taunted.
"You're...showing...too much emotion..." Tessa managed to say.
Tecna Copy's smile widened. "That's why I was created," she hissed. "I was created to touch your deepest fear." The copy's smile stretched across her face. "I'm here to make sure you die a broken girl." She squeezed Tessa's throat even tighter.
"No."
Confusion spread across the copy's face. "What?"
"No."
"I heard you!"
"Then why...did...you ask?" Tessa wheezed.
Annoyance bubbled up inside the copy. "Shut up," she snarled. "I was going to make your death painful, but I think it'd be better for both of us to kill you quickly! I'll do it to just shut you up!"
Tessa smiled, despite herself. "No."
A sizzling sound was heard. The copy cried out and loosened her hold on Tessa. She stared at her hand, which was covered in burns, before glaring fiercely at Tessa. "You little...!"
"You see..." Tessa was surrounded by a bright purple light. "I don't feel like dying today."
With a cry, she lifted her arms and shot the purple energy right into the night sky.
"No..." the copy mumured, before shrieking. "NOOOO!"
The tune was beautiful. It played everywhere. It filled her mind, her soul, and even the breeze seemed to be swaying to the tune. Her entire being seemed to thrive off of that tune.
It was awful.
Melody jumped as another blast of dark energy was fired at her. "Can't you stop trying to kill me for two minutes?!" she yelled.
Musa Copy shook her head, before bringing the bow across the violin strings, causing another wave of dark energy to shoot at Melody.
"Great," the girl muttered. "Just great."
Musa Copy had no emotion on her face. Just a blank, vacant stare as she tried to brutally murder the girl in front of her.
Yup. Real friendly.
Melody twisted her body in midair, spinning her around, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her dad had taught her this move hundreds of times. He had done it a lot when he was back in school at Red Fountain—surely she could pull it off, too!
The dark energy wrapped around her. Melody squeezed her eyes her tighter. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm...
She slammed into the ground and grunted, knowing that there would be a giant bruise on her back if she lived through this expierence.
The move her dad taught her did work! Pretty impressive, considering she hadn't tried that move out since she was thirteen.
The copy's face remained impassive as she—it?— asked, "Why don't you want to die?"
Melody faltered. The copy lowered her violin, studying Melody, looking geniunely curious.
Well, at least she wasn't trying to murder her.
"Um...I want to live."
"Dying would be so much easier, though."
Melody was silent.
The copy continued. "People work so hard to live, only to lose it all by dying. Wouldn't not living be so much easier?" The copy locked eyes with the girl before her. "Why use something that you'll just lose?"
There was a long pause. The copy lifted her violin.
"Just give up."
With that, she brought the bow across the strings, firing the dark energy. It hit Melody dead-on.
Nothing happened.
"Life is something you live." Melody looked up. She was smiling. "You can't truly live, though, because you're a copy of something that's already living. Am I right?"
The Musa copy didn't answer. She tilted her head, curious. She didn't look like a murderer...
"There is a meaning to everyone's life. You just have to figure out what it is." Melody opened her hand, and a blast of red light shot out. "Maybe, one day, you can find yours."
No matter where you go, you'll always have to suffer that same stupid name...
"Thunder Cloud!"
Several clouds formed around her. The loud, echoing sound of thunder rang in her ears.
"Lightning Strike!"
Lightning shot from the clouds, aiming for her target. Unfortunatly, the target dodged just in the knick of time.
"Pathetic," Layla Copy sneered. "I have more power in my pinky than you do in your whole body!"
Angie shook with rage. "Come closer and say that right in my face," she spat. "Let's see how you like it then!" She rubbed her hands together, and lightning shot from them.
"Oooh, I'm so scared," Layla mocked. "Try coming up with decent threats, half-breed."
There it is again...
Layla Copy laughed. "You haven't forgotten, have you? What happened all those years ago?"
Angie clenched her fists. "Shut up."
"You'er supposed to be the daughter of a wizard and a fairy. You're supposed to be powerful, strong." Layla flew slightly towards Angie. "But instead, you're frail! You're weak! You're a failure to me and your father!"
Angie's knuckles began to turn white. "Shut up."
"You can't silence me, half-breed. You're pathetic! You were born without magic for so long; even now, you can barely use them! You pathetic half-breed."
Silence.
"Yes, that's right. You're no more than a small, weakling, pathetic little-"
"Oh, come on. Can't you come up with better insults?"
The copy's mouth dropped open in surprise.
Angie was grinning from ear-to-ear. "My mom doesn't care whether or not I have powers. Sure, she was happy when I finally developed them, but she never expected me to be all-powerful. Being a cross makes me different; special. And you know what? I adjusted to that name a long time ago. It's annoying that that's all people can come up with."
A blue light was beginning to surround her. "You're a coward who uses words to get to people," Angie continued. "Well, you know what? Come up with better insults and stop your babbling; I'm done dealing with the insults."
With that, a beam of light was swept into the air, and by now, a circle of multi-colored lights became visible in the night sky, lighting up everything within miles.
In the very center of this circle of light was Lily. With each light that was shot up, it was also followed by several lockets that swirled around Lily. The girl didn't question why they all had the same shaped lockets; she just knew they had to get out of here. And these lockets were the key to that.
Her own green locket was floating a few inches above her palm. Lily studied it curiously. What kind of locket had her mother given her?
The magical kind, of course (duh).
The locket flew open; inside were several sections, each holding a different picture. First was a girl with fiery red hair, then flipped towards the next one. And so it continued, until it finally landed on the last picture; her mom.
As she glanced at the other lockets, she briefly noticed they each had a different picture; the red locket had a girl with fiery red hair; the gold one had a girl with blonde hair; the pink was one with sandy-colored hair; the purple one held a girl with pink hair; the red one had a girl with dark blue hair; the blue one had a girl brownish-reddish hair.
All of whom (Coincidentally, Lily thought) looked like her friends.
The light was getting warmer; it was time to let it shine.
From different spaces of the vast forest, seven different voices all called out at once, their voices echoing throughout the woods together.
"MAGIC CONVERGENCE!"
From seven different locations, there were cries of surprise, shock, and pain.
All was silent.