It was a typical day at Alfea, well not so typical...It was relatively quiet and dull there now. plants were withered, Trees were failing to even grow, and the nature fairy room was dead. Full of withered plants and just plain dull.. There was no life in the room and no happy aura of the girl… It has been a few months since the passing of Flora, and the winx and specialist were devastated. But Helia was much worst. he refused to eat for a while, paint, or even write his poems the way he used to. Now he would just cry in his room and think that it was his fault that he failed her. And no matter how hard they try he just won't budge.

Helia was in his room at his desk writing something, before hearing a small chirp of a little bird. He looked away from the paper to see a small floral bird that had a special pattern and a small flower on its head. He had never seen such a beautiful bird and to be honest it brought back a memory of flora. The day he met her, he felt lonely and was drawing a picture of a bird in his book and that was when he met the Winx and flora..

"Your lines are full of life! One can really sense the energy. And I love the way your brush strokes match the fern leaf in the paper"

She was the only one that notice it. Nobody else saw it, only her and just her.

He smiled to himself remembering what she had once said to him. Those few words changed his life.

"Helia! I love you!" Flora yelled and led Helia to come to a stop, making him turn to face her with a bright smile

"I do too." He said a blew her a small kiss

All those lovely memories came back to him and caused him to shed a single tear. He loved her so much that now she was gone. He didn't know what to do with himself. All he did was cry in his room and hope that they will reunite in another life or even better.. Reunite at this very moment.

He was snapped about his moment when the bird chirped and landed on his head nuzzling in and getting cozy, he had chuckled and picked the bird up with both of his hands and took it off his head, and looked at it closely

The bird had a mix of white to pink then to sage, all fading together nicely, the main color was a caramel brown with a white underbelly with a dark rosy shade of a beak. And the eyes were a shade of green that reminded him so much of flora lastly a single rose on its head.

"What a beautiful bird you are.." Helia whispered and petted the bird's head gently

The bird chirped happily and loudly before Helia and gotten up and went to the balcony

"Go on now be free" And with that saying the bird flew off leaving Helia and a little feather it dropped, He picked it up and rested it on his desk, and left. Little did he know this feather would lead to a life-changing discovery and a wild adventure…

I hoped you enjoyed chapter one of this book,i never thought i would do this but this was based off a song called "Wish of this songbird" By enna aloutte. So check it out! its a good song but until then bye!