A/N: This story is going to get rather dark, the first couple chapters are only mildly dark, but later entries will definitely be on the dark end. Also, there won't be any "darkest before the dawn" situations, there is no dawn here, only very unfortunate fairies, and victorious witches. I haven't written anything for FanFiction in over a decade, so Reviews are appreciated.

The Trix Triumphant

It happened without warning. No one was quite sure where their sudden increase in power had come from, but the results spoke for themselves.

The first signs of trouble were the unnaturally dark clouds looming over Magix. By the time they had spread far enough to be noticed at Alfea, the first phase of their plan was already complete. When the fairies and specialists (and a small group of witches) arrived at the edge of the city they were greeted not with crowds fleeing in terror, but clustered groups of civilians, all with a familiar purple glow in their eyes.

Her seductive, bone-chilling laugh floated on the wind. Riven and Musa both shivered as the sound brought uncomfortable memories to the front of their minds.

At least the apparent center of the problem was easy to spot. Magix City Hall had been totally engulfed by a structure of solid ice; its cause only too obvious to most of the students assembled on the outskirts of town.

Bloom turned to address them all, a look of determination on her face, her fiery red hair like a banner at the front of an army.

"We need to get to city hall, and however she's done it, it seems Darcy has spelled most of the population of Magix to try and stop us."

She turned to Sky now, her fiancé nodding as he anticipated her plan, turning to address his classmates.

"Specialists, most of the people in these crowds are not capable of flight, so keeping them contained here will be our job, we can't let any of them hinder the fairies' advance or end up in the crossfire."

The specialists responded in the affirmative, many already unsheathing their inactive weapons. Sky drew his as well, thumbing the activation switch as he gave one last instruction.

"Remember, these people are innocents, no matter how hard they may fight you. There will be no civilian casualties today. Now, forward! for Magix! And Red Fountain!"

As the specialists took the field they fanned out in squads, moving to contain and restrain as much of the hypnotized crowd as possible.

Bloom readied the fairies and witches as soon as they boys had moved in, taking charge with an ease that came from just over three years of experience in situations just like this.

"Alright fairies, we need to put an end to this as quickly as possible. Those of us with our Enchantix will take the fight straight to city hall, anyone with her Charmix will follow us, keeping to the rear in case backup is needed. Everyone else, help the boys with containment."

She turned towards the battle again, speaking only to her friends around her in a mildly sarcastic tone, "Now let's go see what our three favorite witches want this time... Enchantix!"

The crowd of fairies began their transformations, their outfits and wings changing and appearing as the magic washed over each one. They took to the air as a group and passed over the heads of the specialists grappling with the mindless mob. The boys had done a good job so far and the path to city hall was clear, so far so good...

The first lightning bolt struck faster than anyone had seen magical lightning strike before, a scream as one of the Charmix fairies dropped from the sky, landing hard on the pavement below, fortunately near a squad of specialists who were able to protect her from any encroaching civilians.

The chaotic weather patterns amplified as the fairies closed the distance to the tower of ice, and the Trix seemed to be holding nothing back. Bloom tried not to think about the details as more screams filled the air, she had always known Stormy was unstable, but she had to fight back tears as she realized that some of those fairies would likely not be getting up again, this needed to end, and it needed to end now.

Stormy's deranged cackling projected from the tower even as Bloom and Stella blasted a large opening in the ice, the Winx and other fairies rushing in to find Icy sitting calmly on a throne shaped from the ice.

"So nice of you to drop by pixies." Icy's feigned polite tone dripped with its usual cold venom. The ice witch was dressed in what seemed to be a more elaborate version of her standard witch attire; a tiara made of ice-like crystal sat atop her head, her cape had fur accents the same color as her hair, an embroidered pattern of thin silver added detail to her whole outfit, and her lipstick and eye shadow seemed to shimmer like light reflecting off an icy surface.

Bloom glared at Icy with fire in her eyes, "I don't know or care what this is about Icy, but it ends now!"

Icy laughed, a sound so devoid of positive emotion it almost couldn't be called laughter, and stood up from the throne, her heels clicking on the floor.

"What if my sisters and I don't feel like ending it, hmmm?"

Bloom gestured at the battle raging outside. "You're killing people out their Icy! Now stand down or I will bring you down!"

The smile on Icy's face was the stuff of nightmares.

"Technically, Stormy is killing people, but..." The smile vanished as she raised one hand, a storm of sharp icicles flew at the fairies, most of whom were quick enough to put up some form of shield or to attack the icicles themselves, a few cried out as icicles slashed across arms or punctured wings. "Also, no, I don't think I'll be standing down today, or ever again."

"Then you can only blame yourself for what happens next Icy! Dragon's Breath!" A blast of fire left Bloom's outstretched hands, burning through a hastily erected wall of ice and progressing straight toward Icy.

"Darkness Downpour!" A familiar voice joined the sounds of battle as Bloom's fire ball collided with a dark sheet of rain and fizzled out in a puff of smoke and steam.

A levitating Stormy settled on the ground next to Icy. Like her sister, the weather witch had acquired a new outfit as well; a somewhat stereotypical witch's hat, though of a color matching her dress, sat atop her hair, the tip drooping slightly, a pale pink pattern reminiscent of lightning bolts zig-zagged across her dress, and her tights had a pattern resembling dark clouds.

"You're going to have to try harder than that pixie!" Stormy practically vibrated with wild glee at the disbelief on the faces of many of the fairies.

Bloom only gritted her teeth and stood her ground. "All together now girls, they can't stop all of us! Stream of Fire!" her fellow Winx's voices joined hers, their attacks, and those of the other Enchantix fairies following the coursing river of fire to their intended targets.

"Solar Flare!" "Sonic Boom!" "Tecno Blast!" "Flower Power!" "Ocean Spray!"

A sixth voice spoke just as the fairies did, softer in volume, darker in tone, "Mind's Eye Mirror." Each fairy felt her senses begin to shift, and by the time they released their attacks they were all pointed in different directions, all believing they were still facing Icy.

Some of the attacks crashed into the ice walls of the tower, others struck their fellow fairies, leaving their unwitting targets sprawled on the ground in pain. The Winx struggled to stand up, their senses, particularly their vision, shifting in ways that made it hard to tell which direction up was. Everything they saw was warping, shifting, everything except the Trix. Darcy had joined them now, the obvious origin of the spell assaulting their minds.

"H-how...?" Tecna managed just the one words, her own voice sounding distorted to her. Darcy's responding laugh was somehow melodious and grating at the same time,

"Our newly amplified power," she gestured to her new outfit; light purple spiral patterns were set at various points on a side-slit dress that had replaced her previous bodysuit and pants, a dark purple hooded cloak concealed most of her, but her eyes, and the spiral patterns seemed to glow with an unearthly light. "It's called Covenix, you like?" Darcy's eyes flashed and all the fairies who had managed to regain their footing lost it again as a wave of vertigo crashed over them.

"Ice Prison." A biting, numbing cold crept over the legs and arms of the fallen fairies, growths of ice holding them to the ground. Bloom tried to concentrate, bring her inner fire to the surface, but Darcy's spell had made concentrating on anything all but impossible.

"All six pathetic Winx on their knees before us? I could get used to this..." Stormy's slasher smile was back as she loomed over the fairies.

Icy nodded in agreement, then stooped down, lifting Bloom's head up to meet her piercing gaze.

"Don't worry Princess... most of them will live, you didn't totally fail." She laughed as Darcy's eyes pulsed again, the dark power sapping the last bit of strength from each fairy, consciousness slipping from them all...