/NOTES:Hello, hello. Look who is finally back with a chapter.I honestly thought I gave up on this fanfic, but then I would get countless notifications about new people leaving kudos and it stuck with me. AND yesterday as I was roaming through AO3 I reread the first 2 chapters and remembered just how badly I wanted to write this story. So here we things that occupied me were ofc school cause I am a senior so there is A LOT of stress present, then lack of inspiration for anything(I literally couldn't write anything for months) and watching She ra and the princesses of power(def go watch it if you haven't. Catradora is my life force)I can't guarantee that there will be a new chapter any time soon, I write only when I have inspiration which sadly isn't often... But yeah, hope you like this. Please don't be shy to tell me your thoughts and theories in the comments./

Bloom came to consciousness in an all-black, extremely tight space. Not a room for sure, it was more like a cacoon. Her body was strapped to its back in a standing position, her hands restrained. Bloom wasn't claustrophobic but this was toying with her senses. She felt trapped and based on the past events she was. It was just way too close to her, too much in her face that when she breathed, the air hit her right back.

She remembered the last thing before dozing off, the table, the lab scientists, her own power turning on her. The way she liked how darkness consumed her. The way she shouldn't have. Whenever the dark power took over, it was like she couldn't control herself, as if she was simply- too free to do whatever her heart pleased. And recently that resulted in hurting those around her.

The darkness came from Darkar and him- he was the worst experience of her life. Even the Trix stealing her power wasn't as bad. What he did to her not only scared her body but also her mind. For good. She wasn't sure what or how long would take to get it back on track. If it was even possible.

A buzzing sound rose in her ears, coming from underneath her. There wasn't much that she could see down there, other than the dark bottom. She wished Stella was here, so she could light the space up.. and so that she wasn't so alone anymore. She missed having her best friend around. She missed Alfea, missed her old life before everything went downhill.

Suddenly a piercing, freezing pain exploded around her legs. That is when Bloom noticed ice starting to rise around her. She tried reaching into herself, calling to her fire but it stayed still.

Everything about this was wrong. Not just the fact that something was trying to freeze her, but the whole process went against everything that she was. Ice that was succeeding in snuffing out her fire. Every person that tried to do so before, mainly Icy, never managed. But at that moment it seemed that this weird machine was doing the job.

"Take her to the Glacier chamber.", the voices had said. This was it for sure. Bloom didn't know what to do, for the first time in her life she was completely out of ideas and out of options. Usually, if she couldn't come up with a solid plan, another Winx for sure would, or Faragonda or Sky... Seemed like none was the option right now.

The ice had made its way up to her tighs, so so slowly finding a trail up and to her heart. She didn't want to find out what would happen then.

She was in a similar position once before, when the Trix cornered her in Gardenia and had her strapped to her living room wall. But at least then Bloom knew what would happen, she knew they came for her Dragon Flame. Sadly now it seemed like the entire opposite thing was occurring. Someone wanted to erase her fire. Permanently.

Before she knew it, the machine had pumped enough ice to freeze the entirety of her body except for her head. As much as it hurt, she didn't feel that anything wrong happened to her powers. They might were inaccessible but at least they were still there.

She didn't even fathom how would it feel when ice came to contact with her face. It was like it was purposely being stretched and stiffened at the same time. It crawled against her neck and for the first time, Bloom dared to scream. She screamed until it froze her mouth shut. But even then she could still feel absolutely everything. Even when it slithered its way into her very eyes. After enduring all of it, the worst hadn't even happened.

Bloom wanted to rip off her skin when she felt the frost consume her heart. Every single muscle, cell and organ inside of her were dying. And yet- And yet they weren't.

Because at least in death she would no longer feel things. But she felt everything. Even worse, if such things were possible, once it came in touch with her brain, she could still sense it. She could see too, but the pain didn't once go away.

People burst into the room, shouting commands at each other, pleased looks on their faces as they surrounded the tube she was in. The only thing she couldn't do was hear. Then she began moving, well the thing that she was inside did, and Bloom was being moved towards a hallway.

To her biggest surprise, and further stab into the heart, she noticed the white hair of an elderly woman, who was no one else but Faragonda. She spoke briefly to one of the people that were moving her, tossed a look of pity to where Bloom was trapped in, and moved along. She wanted to call out to the old fairy, to beg on her knees to be let out.

If she hadn't seen Faragonda with her own eyes, she would have thought this was all done by Valtor. Though after what she did to him in Alfea, he was more likely to kill her on the spot. That day she felt the power within her burn, unlike any other time. Well, at least other than Shadow Hunt...

Bloom wouldn't be opposed to Valtor destroying her if she had to choose between the current situation and dying.

When had she gotten so weak, when was death an option to choose? She guessed that after Darkar everything changed when it came to her thoughts.

A man with a golden badge on his uniform came through one of the doors and moved his hand so the rest would follow. He led them to what seemed to be outside. There wasn't much Bloom could see, other than a concrete floor and a weird looking vehicle with metal wings. Something like the Red Fountain used for transport.

They pushed her inside its trunk and with that closed the door. She couldn't see anything anymore. The only thing now was to try to ignore the pain that tore all of her body. She was shivering and trembling, not realizing how or why was she still alive. If she was this big threat to everyone, why wasn't she dead right now?

Trying to call to some positive thoughts, Bloom thought of Stella. She knew that wherever she was, that her best friend would find a way to help her. Or at least that was what she hoped. But in more ways than one, she shouldn't be forgiven by anyone. Let alone someone from Red Fountain and Alfea.

Then the vehicle started to lift from the ground. She could feel the whole thing shaking as it lifted upwards and then shot straight. It felt like ages as they flew and flew with no indicators as to where would she end up. And then a cold male voice, the same one as before spoke, somehow, to her.

"If you aren't frozen completely by now, Omega will finish you off. And the dimension might finally know some peace." He went quiet for a few seconds, then added to someone else, but probably aware Bloom could hear: "Let Faragonda know that the job is done."

And then she began falling as if she was simply dropped from the air to the ground. If she could have, she would have screamed again. The block of ice she was in only made the fall worse, making it quicker and heavier. Part of her hoped that once she connected to the ground the ice would break, but she wasn't of such luck. As she hit the bottom, the only evident thing was even more additional pain to her already weak and aching limbs.

She couldn't believe the Council and Faragonda decided to trap her where Valtor once was. In the same place where the wizard who, destroyed her home and possibly killed her parents, rested for 17 years.

Was Valtor awake through it all or was this sort of punishment specific for her? She hated that she was thinking of him in this situation but Valtor was somehow always around in her head. Ever since their face-off. Partly, she could feel his end of the Dragon flame far away, even if her own was completely unresponsive.

Valtor watched the whole process from the safety of his hideout. Bloom being dropped, just like he was years ago. He could see her, even there in the Omega dimension. Her power was so weak that he wasn't sure if she would be able to get herself out of the ice. He couldn't but that was because of exhaustion that the battle left him in. If he were in his full strength he might have escaped far sooner. And dealt with her far sooner too.

It seemed like Bloom wasn't even trying to free herself, she simply laid there inside the ice block, like she was dead. But he knew that she was alive, because of the annoying little tug at her end of the Dragon Fire. Oh, how he wished he snuffed it out all those years ago. Now Bloom wouldn't be such a problem in his head.

He hated that no matter what he did or what he thought about, the irritating little redhead was there to snuff any enjoyment out of it. Like she hunted him somehow.

A lost princess of Domino. Keeper of the Dragon Flame.

The first time he confirmed it, he wanted to laugh out loud. What were the odds for that? That his biggest opponent, his biggest enemy was alive after everything that he did to Domino. That what was once a helpless infant, that Daphne died protecting, was now an adult woman. Valtor hated even the idea of her, of her breathing and living happily all these years while he suffered. The irony of the current situation didn't go unnoticed. He loved seeing her this useless, fragile.

But then- Then he met her. And somehow that made all the difference.

He remembered the look that crossed her face when she first saw him. It wasn't what fairies went by, wasn't love, warmth or peace. What Bloom held was rage. Pure, indescribable fury that waited to be let out. That was what gave her the upper hand, that was what allowed him to be attacked and injured. The fact that she reminded him of himself.

While she was attacking him, Valtor reached for the link between their powers, and sure enough, at Bloom's end, there was a big amount of darkness. That was when he got the idea. As much as he despised her and who she presented, he saw the greatness that her power was, the potential that waited to be used.

So he decided he wouldn't let her die. Not even as she spent months rotting in the coldest part of Omega. Every now and then, when she would falter, he would send very small portions of the flame to keep her alive. She couldn't feel them but it was what held her together.

When 2 weeks passed Bloom gave up trying to count the days. It all just blended together. She no longer cared if someone would rescue her.

The truth was, she didn't think anyone cared enough if she was alive or not. Since she didn't care. Who was she kidding, everything that happened was her fault anyway. Specialists and fairies not wanting her near them was completely valuable. The council wanting her put out was right.

After all, she- she caused what happened to Sky. She caused what happened to Diaspro. Her eyes started to water but they froze on her eyes. She didn't want to go back, not if that meant she would only produce more harm. She might have saved them from Darkar, but the consequences that came from it were bigger than anyone thought. She never felt as hopeless as then. Neither did she longer really cared if she lived or died...

Somehow death seemed more appealing right now, it would get her away from this, from all the pain. And by that, she didn't mean physical one. She knew something wasn't right in her head the moment she learned what Valtor did to her planet. All the anger was more unlike her than anything else she ever felt. For the first time, even though she wasn't filled with black magic she wanted someone dead. She wanted to be the one to kill Valtor. And if the darkness was what would help her then so be it.

And now, now she knew she deserved this. Deserved to die in here, entirely alone. So Bloom stopped fighting, stopped trying to keep herself alive. All she did was hurt people anyway, so why did it matter?

Days went by, weeks, maybe even months.

With each passing one, she felt a little less pain, was shutting down a bit more. There was nothing for her out there anymore, no one that loved her, no one that would save her from this. It was one final stop. A final failure.

Any trace of her fire was erased by the ice. Even that, something that was her own entirely, abandoned her.

And yet she wasn't dead.

As limited as it was she still felt pain. Which made her even more desperate. Bloom wanted it all to just stop. Yet somehow every time she fell, something was there holding her up. Something willed her not to give up entirely.

And Bloom hated it.

/NOTES: So now you might have a bit clearer picture as to what happened in the past that caused Bloom to be imprisoned and why Valtor doesn't just kill her. I try to really go into Bloom's head as she is you know, in a block of ice but at the same time, I don't want you to think you are reading a tragedy written by Homer or something. So I hope I did the right job. Yes, Bloom is really depressed in this fanfic, but she has a lot on her shoulders so hopefully, you don't mind. Hope you enjoyed this and I will talk to you in the next chapter. If you want to follow me on any other platforms:

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