A/N: This minuscule excuse for a chapter isn't even a chapter at all! This is an interlude connecting Chapter 1 and the forthcoming Chapter 2, that provides a bit of necessary plot info and didn't really fit in either of the chapters it is set between. I'd like to thank the couple of you who already liked/followed the story and I hope the rest of it is enjoyable (in a dark, moderately disturbing, wicked sort of way)
Disclaimer: It occurs to me I forgot to put this in Chapter 1, so here it is now: I do not own the Winx Club in any way shape or form, it belongs to Mr. Iginio Straffi.
Interlude
"You're absolutely sure these will work Darcy?" Icy stared intently at her sister, who glanced up from the large, ancient tome in her hands,
"No, I don't, but I didn't know if the Covenix ritual would work and that obviously went well."
Icy nodded, so far, the things that book had to teach were as good if not better than it described. "And what about the Dragon Flame? I understand the effect it will have on regular powers, but-"
Darcy cut her off with a sharp exhale, "We've been over this, I'm sure it will suppress the Flame but I don't think it will drain it. And before you throw another witch-fit," She smirked as Icy shot her a glare fitting her name, "We'll have plenty of time to figure out another way for you to take the Flame afterward anyway."
Stormy was pacing on the other side of the relatively small chamber and looked up as her sister finished speaking.
"Are they done yet? I have some serious chaos to cause and I can't do that in here!"
Her older sisters both rolled their eyes, and Darcy waved her hand. A magic circle near her feet began to glow, a large pile of gemstones inside it began to pulse faintly with the influx of magic.
"Yes Stormy, we can perform the ritual now."
Stormy's mood flipped immediately and she practically bounced over to the circle, taking her place along its edge. Icy and Darcy took their places as well, all three beginning to channel their magic into the circle, their voices speaking in perfect sync,
"The power of three opens the way, the power of three controls the flow. Three, in triumph, claim the spoils of victory…"
Darcy glanced down at the gems, watching them pulse with a brighter, more constant glow. It seemed to be working so far. She allowed a small smile as some of the gems began to grow and change shape. In the next few hours, their victory would be complete...
