I'm bored so I go to work, come home, write a lot and post a lot here. something to do with anti college behavior.. Don't want to make a powerpoint presetation i guess..
For now here is chapter 3, with a little twist. hope you like it.

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Chapter 3 She remembered
He stood with his back towards her. She couldn't see his face but could feel him. His dark and powerfull magic. His long brown hair dances with the wind and he slowly looked over his shoulder. ''Valtor!'' her voice trembling and her head began to spin. He was smirking and his icy blue eyes bore in her oceanblue one. ''Fara.'' His piercing gaze always had such in inpact on her, she was lost in his charming and yet so beautyfull ice blue eyes, so clear and so blue. She could feel her legs go weak and slowly she walked towards him. She reached for his arm and slowly he turned around towards her. ''Why are you here?'' he follows every step she takes towards him with his eyes and smiled softly at her. she stood before him and his arms snaked around her waist pulling her close. ''Soon Fara. Very soon.'' his voice echoed trough her head.

The fairy startled awake. Her eyes scanned the room around her and she sighted. Again she woke in the middle of the night with a dream about him. A dream with a message. It has been years ago since she had the last dreams about him.

But since a little while he would come to her in her dreams. And everytime he would come closer. She didn't like the thought off this.

She sighed and closed her tired eyes. The year hadn't even started, the summerbreak wasn't over yet and already there was much happening.

There were troubles at Tides, the homeworld of Aisha. There was a monster attacking the guards of the waters, something had transformed all the guardians of the omega dimension. Aisha was off to Tides to fight for her kingdom.

And it worried her, he wouldn't have mercy on her. she wouldn't stand a chance against him with just her charmix. She knew that Aisha had to do it, it was her kingdom. And she was young and wanted to fight, but she was afraid for her. If the rumors were truth offcourse.

And there was the whole thing at Solaria.

Concorda came in the evening telling her that the Winx had seek her help about the mirror of truth. The thought about stella being turned into a monster made her feel sick. What had happened at Solaria? She could have guessed what.

The changes that were made, Cassandra held way to many power of Radius the king of Solaria. There was something off about that.

What Concorda told her was only one man who could do something like that. Only one terribly wizard, Valtor. She only hoped for the best.

She stood from her warm blankets and walked over to the balcony doors. The sun began to rise, and she opened the glass door.

The wind blows in her face and her long greying curls dances around her shoulders. She closed her eyes and could feel the warmth of the first sunrays upon her face. It gave her a free feeling of calmness even in the most uncertain times.

''goodmorning Alfea.'' Said the older fairy without looking at the bright pink cat who had appeared from thin air.

Her bond with Alfea was something special. The three magic schools were connected and formed together the three points of magic.

In balance, the three headmasters or headmistress could do great things and the bond would give them great powers. But it also came with a price.

Once a head dies, the school would search for a suitable replacement and the new head and the school would bond together. The school would give the head great powers and knowledge and the head would be bound to do the best to the school.

She had been chosen by Alfea a very long time ago, she had been very young and the bond ran deep. In times of crisis, Alfea would come to her to give her advice and guide her. she could talk to alfea and would often discuss business and talk about what to happen.

You're having trouble sleeping again? the cat spoke in a soft girly voice

Faragonda smiled softly at the cat and one hand she stroked her curls out of her face.

''Yes.''

The fairy gave her a long look and the cat jumped on the balcony and sat down. Looking at the schoolgrounds. Faragonda absentmindedly petted the little cat. Alfea always knew how to help her relax.

Talk to him Faragonda, he will understand.

Faragonda smiled at the cat and took a deep breath. Maybe the cat was right. It didn't work keeping it to herself. Her school was suffering from it. And even she was suffering under the impression that everything was alright.

''Very well Alfea, I will call in the morning. What do you think about the rumors.''

The cat was silent for a moment.

My brothers and I are. Not sure about what to happen next. Yes there is someone out there treating the magical dimension, but they don't think it is him if that is what you mean.

Faragonda nodded. ''And what do you think Alfea?''

The cat gave her a long and knowing look and the headmistress sighted and shook her head.

''What I was afraid off.''

Tears were forming in her eyes and she tried to blink them away. She didn't want to be weak.

I'm worried about you, I remember the last time he was gaining his power. And you almost lost yours.

Faragonda closed her eyes and could feel him, his hands, skilled as he was roaming her body. She snapped them open.

He is testing you.

With that said the cat vanished, Faragonda looked at the spot were the cat had disappeared and was thinking about the cat her words.

Her school was right, it always was.

And Alfea was worried about its headmistress. She herself was worried about what to come, and more about who to come.

She closed the door and turned to get ready for her day at the office.

She walked over to the sink in the bathroom and looked at her old face in the mirror. It was the first time in a long time that she would feel old.

Her eyes didn't shine like they used to.

And something cought her eye. She turned her head and looked worried at the sign in her neck. She hadn't thought about it in a long time.

But it looked clearer now, even brighter pink. Years and years had come by since she saw it this clear. There at the base of her neck was it.

A mark, light pink lines formed his mark.

Valtor's mark.

Her stomach turned around, and she gripped the sink with both hands. This could only mean one thing. The dreams, the rumors, the mark.

Valtor is back.