A/N: Hello loves! The next installment is here! Everything in this chapter is based off of the 4Kids version of Winx Club. I won't be going episode by episode - or at least that isn't the plan - but I will be taking bits and pieces from the actual show and tweaking it to fit the story's needs. Of course, I do not own Winx Club, but I wish I did! Hope you loves enjoy it and keep telling me how you like the story! XOXOX!

Chapter 2

Bloom parked her bike off to the side of her favorite bench in Gardenia Park. She'd ridden there straight after another long and torturous day at school. The fresh air and wind through her hair let her leave all the drama and heartache of the day far behind her. When she rode her bike, it felt like she was flying. And when she was at the park, she was the closest she'd ever get to peace.

She'd passed Mr. Denero, a local vendor, on her way, and she promised to say hello to her mother for him when she got home. Her mom always gave him free flowers to give to his wife, because he always gave them free things when they came into his shop. He was a nice, old man - one of the few who didn't care about what Bloom looked like, but maybe that was just because he was going blind.

Regardless, that small interaction made her ride that much nicer. It wasn't often she was spoken to like an actual human being.

"Go find an acorn Kiko, and I'll toss it around with you," Bloom told her bunny, who hopped off into the distance. Bloom wasn't worried about him running off though. He always came back, though sometimes he got in some trouble on the way.

Bloom sat down on the plush grass and took a giant bite of her apple, enjoying the peace and quiet of the park and the beautiful weather. Everything was perfect.

Until Kiko came running at her at top speed, squealing and flailing about as if he'd been spooked.

"What? Did you see one of those scary squirrels again?" Bloom teased her pet, knowing how overly dramatic he could be. This time though, Kiko didn't stop to be offended; he just kept on freaking out, trying to get Bloom to look past the bushes. Whatever it was had him seriously freaked out.

"Alright, I"ll come and see," Bloom sighed. Her bunny could be so demanding sometimes. However, as she looked through the bushes, what she saw took her breath away.

There, in the middle of the clearing, was a real life fairy. She had the wings and everything - wielding a scepter as tall as she was and kicking butt in her orange two piece suit and knee high boots. Her blonde hair remained in two flawless ponytails that fell to her waist, not a strand out of place as she twisted and turned, firing attacks out of her scepter.

"Rising Sunburst!" the girl shouted and extended her hand, the entire place lighting up as if the sun was shining directly down upon them, incinerating the tiny red creatures collecting at her feet.

"Take that!" she manually took down a few more creatures without a scratch.

It was so surreal - like something out of a dream - and Bloom felt like she was watching a movie. She had to pinch herself to make sure she was actually awake. Kiko, on the other hand, fainted.

"Solar Wind Blast!"

The blonde girl lowered her scepter in an arc, the energy emitted from the weapon defeating all the creatures in front of her.

"News flash Mr Hideous, the power of Solaria is so going to flatten you," the girl taunted cockily.

What is Solaria? Bloom thought.

"You're the one who's gonna get flattened!" another, larger creature retorted in a gravelly voice. This creature was at least eight feet tall and hulking, a pair of distressed overalls hanging on him by a thread. His eyes were small and his teeth crooked and sharp.

An ogre, Bloom's mind supplied, though she had no idea how she knew that.

The blonde girl's ego got the best of her, sending her flying as she was unprepared to defend herself against a charging ogre. She fell back against the grass, the demonic red creatures pinning her arms and legs to the ground. Her scepter was lying a few feet away, and she struggled to get to it.

"Ghouls! Bring me her scepter!" the ogre commanded, the red demons - ghouls - who weren't holding the blonde girl down hurrying to pick up the scepter and deliver it to their master.

"You won't get away with this!"

"I think I just did," the ogre said gleefully, handling the scepter with far less tact than the blonde girl did. "Your scepter's ours, and you're history."

The ogre pointed the scepter right at the blonde girl's head. She looked horrified; Bloom had to do something.

Without thinking, Bloom jumped out from behind her hiding place, drawing attention to herself by screaming, "Leave her alone! Come get me….wait, did I just say that?"

"You sure did!" the ogre replied, annoyed that his victory had been interrupted.

Bloom gulped, immediately wishing she'd just stayed silent. The ogre was now fully concentrated on Bloom, running at her at breakneck speed, sweeping her up off her feet by her wrists. Bloom screamed in terror, the ground vanishing from beneath her as she was suspended in the air.

"You should learn to mind your own business!" the ogre roared, his breath making Bloom gag.

"Let go!" Bloom shouted, her wrists in agonizing pain from where they were being crushed together under the ogre's grip. The creature shook her, making Bloom more and more desperate to get loose.

It was as if all the want for freedom building inside her was released, energy burning through her like fire, erupting from her body and coursing into the surrounding area. The ogre fell backward, releasing Bloom as he was blindsided by the inadvertent attack. The fire, taking the vague form of a dragon, soared up into the sky where it burst apart, scattering energy in a million directions. It looked like a firework, and Bloom was left speechless. That couldn't have possibly come from her.

She didn't have much time to remain starstruck. The ghouls had gotten over their shock and were forming more aggressive lines.

"Get back!" Bloom warned the growing hoards that were poised to strike at any second. She stuck her hand out in front of her - like that was going to be any help when tiny ghouls with razor sharp fangs wanted to tear her limb from limb. But soon enough the palm of her hand grew warm, an orangey glow spreading around her and repelling all the ghouls. When the glow faded, she was unharmed.

"What just happened? How'd I do that?" Bloom asked herself, completely confused.

"Hey ghoul, take off!" the blonde girl shouted, reminding Bloom of her presence while she was whacking ghouls with her scepter, clearing the space of threats for the moment. Bloom would have been impressed had she not been totally wiped out.

"Wow! You've got Winx girl, major Winx!" the blonde girl exclaimed as she approached, looking at Bloom like she was some shiny new toy.

"What me? What do you mean?" Bloom asked, trying to catch her breath, looking up at the blonde girl like she was crazy. What the hell was "Winx"? It sounded made up.

The blonde girl opened her mouth as if to explain, but she never got the chance. While they'd been distracted, the ogre had taken the opportunity to strike, running into the blonde girl and toppling her to the ground. She didn't get back up this time, clearly knocked out. Her wings and orange outfit faded away to reveal a gown, her scepter turning into a small ring around her finger.

"No...no, wake up!" Bloom got down and tried to shake the blonde girl awake. She couldn't just leave her with all these things! Now they were both doomed.

As if the ogre could read Bloom's thoughts, he turned his sights on her, his face forming a grotesque snarl. Bloom blanched, feeling ill. This was the end. This was how she was going to die: defending a strange fairy that shouldn't even exist from another mythical creature. She shut her eyes as the ogre closed in on her, smacking her across the clearing with the back of his fist. The impact knocked all the air out of Bloom's lungs, made her vision go black. When it returned, she had the most horrible sensation of déjà vu.

It was as if the world had tinted red, fueled by her overwhelming rage. She was sure the impact should have broken bones, but yet she rose up off the ground with ease, possessing a strength she didn't knew she had. The urge to kill pulsed through her veins, honing in on the brutish creature a few yards away. The ogre seemed surprised that Bloom had gotten up so quickly, but that surprise was immediately replaced with fear.

For some reason, his fear made Bloom smile.

Bloom crossed the clearing with impossible speed, slashing at every single red ghoul that stood in her way. She didn't know how they were falling, but each time she swung her arm, multiple ghouls were slashed to pieces. They didn't erupt into clouds of dust like they did when the blonde girl struck them. No, this time, they howled out in excruciating pain, thrashing and seizing before dissolving and decaying away into piles of black ash. There were none left by the time Bloom came to face the ogre who had drained of color as he watched his army be decimated before him.

"How dare you attack me!" Bloom shouted in the ogre's face, her voice unrecognizable to her ears. It sounded deeper and richer than it usually did - instilled with something powerful.

"I-I'm sorry!" The ogre cried, falling to his knees at Bloom's feet, begging for mercy. "Please! I was only acting under orders! Spare me!"

"Spare you!" Bloom shrieked at the audacity. "You lay hands on me and expect me to spare you!"

Bloom didn't know where this was coming from. She was talking like she wanted to kill him, but she didn't really...did she? It was like her body was acting on its own, like she was on autopilot. She needed to get in control - and fast - before she did something unforgivable.

The ogre was still begging at her feet, practically sobbing, and that enraged her all over again. Her arm raised up above her head without her permission, preparing to strike. She only just had time to stop herself, grabbing her arm with the other, before it lowered to the ogre's neck. Finally getting a good look at her hand, her eyes grew wide as saucers.

In place of her nails were long, deadly claws.

Immediately, whatever spell she was under broke, and her vision returned to normal. She took five steps back from the ogre, her entire body shaking. She watched as the claws retracted, vanishing without pain or preamble, as if they never existed in the first place. Maybe she was just hallucinating the whole thing. Maybe she would wake up in her bed, her father would kiss her good morning, her mother would make pancakes, and she could chalk this experience up as one really bad dream.

The ogre got up off his knees and took Bloom's retreat as his opportunity to escape. He scrambled across the field, far away from Bloom, and clapped his hands, immediately vanishing in a flash. When she was sure he was gone, Bloom let out a sigh of relief. She'd never have to deal with anything like that again. Now her life could go back to normal.

The blonde girl chose that exact moment to groan, reminding Bloom that there were a million reasons why her life would never be normal after today. Bloom sighed, looking down at the girl curled up in the grass, passed out cold. She had no idea how she was going to move her, or what she could do to help, but she knew she had to try.

So, she called a taxi, hitched her bike to the back of it, and took the blonde girl all the way back to her house. After a long-winded and completely made up explanation about how she found the blonde girl, her parents were more than willing to help. They set her up on the couch and let her sleep...and sleep...and sleep, giving Bloom plenty of time to think about how she was going to explain ogres, ghouls, fairies and whatever the hell had happened to her in the park.

However, all of that worrying wasn't even necessary.

When the blonde girl woke up, she woke up screaming.

In a dark room, the ogre approached three shadowy figures who were impatiently awaiting his arrival.

"Well well well, look who's failed us again," a cold voice greeted him, her tone cutting through him like ice, making him flinch. "Explain yourself Knut!"

"It really wasn't my fault this time Your Wickednesses! The scepter was mine," Knut apologized, trembling where he stood. "But then we were attacked by a succubus!"

"Did you say succubus?" the same voice asked, the clear blue of her eyes narrowing into displeased slits.

"Um, yes, but this was no ordinary succubus - she had magical powers! She took us on one-handed!"

"What did she look like?" the voice snapped.

"Um...she..." Knut stammered, knowing he needed to find his words soon or else he would be flayed alive. However, he really had no clue what the girl looked like. Everything was a blur.

"Where are your glasses?" the voice asked annoyedly.

"Right here, Your Wickedness," Knut pulled the large bulky frames out of his pockets, grimacing as the remembered how ugly they were.

"Knut! How many times do we have to tell you - you are never to remove your glasses!"

"Don't you know you're blind as a hairless mole rat without them, you buffoon?" a second voice chimed in, this one huskier.

"Perhaps if you'd kept them on, you'd know that there is no way you could have possibly been attacked by a succubus!" the third and final voice yelled, thunder rumbling above him as his three mistresses reached their breaking point.

"But I swear, she had the claws and everything!" Knut cried, trying to get them to believe him.

"Succubi live in secluded sectors of the far outer reaches of the Magical Dimension, so how do you think one got all the way to Earth you blundering idiot!" the husky voice countered, making it clear that he was not believed, not even a little bit.

"I-well I-I don't know, but-" Knut tried to explain himself, but was cut off.

"Exactly, you don't know! Besides, we didn't tell you to chase down magical creatures, we told you to get. The. Scepter!" the first voice screeched, the entire space dropping thirty degrees, his breath frosting in the air. He was terrified of being turned into a popsicle - frozen from the inside out and shattered to bits. He'd seen his mistress do it before to a less fortunate ogre. She'd made him clean up the mess afterward. He'd never forget it.

"I have a plan to get that back!" Knut pleaded, trying to redeem himself.

"Do go on," the first voice calmed, the room slowly warming again.

"While the...girl... was distracted, one of my ghouls got a piece of her clothing. Now all we have to do is give it to the hunter troll, and he will track her down," Knut said, creating this plan as he talked. A hunter troll came out from the darkness, and Knut handed over the swatch of blue and yellow-starred fabric, the creature immediately picking up on the girl's unique scent. "See!"

"Very well. Go and fetch us our scepter, and don't get distracted with your little fantasies on the way there," the first voice warned, her tone indicating finality.

"Yes, Your Wickednesses," Knut bowed his head in respect to his mistresses and backed slowly out of the room, following closely behind the hunter troll.

The last thing he saw before he opened the portal back to Earth was three sets of narrowed, manic eyes.