Chapter Seven: "The Mark of Valtor"
A man stood out before her was dressed in a regal attire. His long blond falling his shoulder as the man's deep blue eyes had twinkled in happiness, as he gestured his hand out to the red-haired fairy.
A large smile was plastered on her face, as if the girl had enjoyed to be in the man's warm company. The blond prince's firm hands had fallen down to her waist gracefully, as he gently guided her to the middle of the open dance floor (under the scant of the moonlight) in which the Eracklyon's Millennial Anniversary was being held at.
Sky's handsome face had bore into Bloom's soft features that he so much loved, as the prince had slowly started to dance with the redheaded princess.
The fairy of the Dragon Flame, for her part, had expressed to some extant slight inner feelings towards the prince as her heart had pounded heavily in her chest as Sky had twirled her. But not in the way she would describe as being romantically in love or being sexually attracted to the prince, but rather a kind of genuine feeling to him. More of a friendly relationship with Sky.
The crowds were fawning over the young couple who were dancing into the starry night.
Bloom heard the rumors floating around in the air about herself and Prince Sky being a potential powerful future royal couple of Eracklyon that other realms couldn't be compared with. But the girl heard other people gossiping flying into her ears about Diaspro being a much better potential at being Sky's ideal wife and future Queen of Eracklyon.
A part of her felt displeased by such accusations.
(It hadn't mattered to her much, after all, it was merely rumors that shouldn't be taken into consideration, as it was only gossip among the nobles who haven't had much to but talk about trivial things).
Her exquisite blue eyes had fallen on a certain man off in the distance.
The redhead princess had spotted Remesu leaning against the tree where the dark shadows had fallen upon the wizard, making it hard for anyone to catch the sight of the wizard. His bright amber eyes were staring at her from afar as the girl had danced with the prince, almost studying her entirely with concentration and focus.
Bloom felt Sky's hot breath against her exposed skin that immediately sent shivers down her spine and her skin had prickled from the sensation. His lips had twisted into a warming smile (though that kind of smile would sent other girls flying up to the heavens) as he pressed his lips against Bloom's as if the girl should've felt a sizzling spark of sputtering emotions running through her soul like some sort of wildfire once his lips had brushed against hers.
It was a simple kiss on her lips.
One that she hadn't felt any kind of warmth.
It was cold and emotionless.
Sky had pulled away from Bloom, as he lifted her face upwards—his bright blue eyes reflecting some kind of empathy (or rather a heartbreaking news that might very well shatter her world). A feeling had crept up in her chest upon seeing Sky's expression on his face that told the young fairy all what she needed to know.
The blond-haired Eracklyon Prince had parted his lips. "I'm so sorry Bloom. But . . . "
The girl had furrowed her red-brows, trying to unravel the unknown secrets that were shown in Sky's eyes. Was it pity? No. It was far beyond pitiness (or sadness). Sheer betrayal had crossed the prince's expression.
"But what Sky?" she piped up, her voice sounded so soft but yet fragile. Something was defiantly wrong, as the girl could feel it deeply within her very bone due to the prince's tone that made her feel entirely unsettled by his presence.
It was that look on Sky's face that told Bloom everything that she needed to know, as she craned her neck to see a tall slender blond-haired woman dressed in a gorgeous red-gown glittering under the scant of moonlight. Her dark red lips forming into a sinister smile. Her honey coloured eyes filled with absolute desire to the blond prince, as if the girl had lured the prince under her seductive spell.
"But. . . I love Diaspro, Bloom. I just hope you understand that we can't be together any longer. . ."
His words came at her like sharp daggers, as she blinked back the tears away from overflowing in her eyes. The redhead princess was trying to hold back her tears, but to no avail, a few fat tears drops had escaped her blue eyes.
Bloom had pulled away from Sky not allowing him to give out his explanations to her. No. She couldn't tolerate Sky's behavior anymore especially with the unbelievable drama the prince had been brought to her, as the redhead princess had threw the prince a sharp glare.
"Bloom. . ."
"Bloom. . ."
"Bloom?" the girl's blue eyes had fluttered wide open, while she panted for deep breaths. Fat sweats were trickling down her pale face, as her visions were slowly becoming clear to see that Marion had been the one to wake her up from her deep slumber.
It'd been a mere dream.
Or rather a bloody nightmare about the prince who apparently had broke up with her at a ball during their dance? Now wasn't that just spectacular? Or maybe could it have meant something else entirely? The girl couldn't exactly put the pieces together that had been apart of previous life.
Like her wild emotions running through her in a split second that Bloom felt a bit indecisive about the whole ordeal especially with Remesu's face that kept flashing constantly in her mind?
Some nightmare. Bloom snorted, as she figured that Sky might have been some kind of close significant to her. A (future) boyfriend, perhaps in her own timeline?
The redhead princess wasn't exactly too sure about it.
"Is everything alright, love?" Marion gently placed her hand on Bloom's shoulder, as her vividly green eyes shinned with utmost worry about Bloom's dreams. "Was it a nightmare?"
"Well, sort of I guess," Bloom tried to explain, as she watched her mother plopped on the bed besides her daughter, pulling her girl into her warm loving arms. Marion stroked Bloom's unruly hair, as she glided her fingers through it while her daughter had filled Marion about her strange dream.
Valtor for his part had been less than amused for being interrupted in the middle of his meditation as he was concentrating on his inner magic. He absolutely loathed being interrupted by people in the middle of his quite session.
The man was quite thankful for not sharing a dorm with anyone—well to say it was per request—but apparently the damned witch had followed him like a cloaked shadow that fallen behind him. The wizard knew that Mandragora was here, waiting for him on the balcony for his presence.
He narrowed his eyes.
Couldn't the woman at least give him the time of day?
Mandragora was a pain in the arse sometimes.
The wizard had stopped his mediation once the woman rapped against the glass balcony door. Valtor had greeted the witch who was in a foul mood. It appeared to him that one of her so called missions had failed.
"And from what I can sense here, you failed at one of your missions didn't you?" he said smoothly, if anything, Madragora was agonized by the wizard's self-esteem.
"And where in the name of the Great Dragon have you been Valtor?" she sneered hardly.
He raised a skeptical brow.
"And why would I have to answer to you? And didn't you say you like doing things on your own anyways?"
"Not if the request was made by the Ancestral Witches! I hope you have something to say to them? You were with that stupid fairy weren't you?" the dark-haired witch hissed.
Before Valtor could have the chance to reprimand the witch, the room all of the sudden had grew icy cold and darkness had swirled around the duo. Cold shivers ran down the witch's back due to being familiar of this presence—the Ancestral Witches' call. She casted Valtor a dirty glare.
Valtor wasn't afraid of his mothers, not in the slightest as for he knew what they'd expected out of him. He hadn't failed yet. He was just beginning to use his resourcefulness by gathering useful information that would certainly benefit him (and of course the Ancestral Witches) in taking over the Magical Universe.
Three smoky tendril figures appeared in the form of old women, each in their respective dark colours. Their bright eyes lingering with absolute fury at the duo before them—to be in particular Mandragora.
"What we have is incompetent fools!" Belladonna bellowed.
"Failures!"
"And you! Where have you been you Valtor?! It seems to me, you've been neglecting your responsibilities lately!" Tharama pointed a thinly wrinkled finger directly at the so called wizard, with complete disgust in her tone.
Valtor only appeared to be amused. "Actually to tell you the truth, I've been carefully gathering useful information that would come across to your benefit in succeeding to take over the Magical Dimension, unlike Mandragora."
The witch had threw him a poisoned look.
"Hold on sisters," Belladonna spoke venomously, her once fury eyes now glittered with absolute wickedness and continued on, "if that's so, do enlighten us about your information Valtor."
"I've been to Solaria with the Specialist and one of them happens to be the very prince of the realm. I of course posed under a different identity completely, a young wizard from Andros, in case if they would suspect anything suspicious from me. And so in a way, they believed me and from there I've been subtly asking questions and so far I've gotten useful answers." Valtor informed his mothers of his secret plan that would deceive the foolish young Specialist and Fairies—playing right into his trap that he set upon them.
"I'm rather impressed with your clever motives Valtor," Lyssils uttered, a near smile forming on her lips. Her irritation that she wore on her face earlier had vanished upon hearing Valtor's silent motives.
"And what kind of information have you gathered for us?" Tharama said impatiently.
A sly smile formed on the wizard's lips. "From what I'd gathered about Solaria, stealing the Solarian's Second sun and snuffed out the sun entirely. It would weaken the Solarian Royal Family entirely since their magic is tied to the sun or I was thinking of a better plan, one would involve in trapping them under my dark spell or in terms I would like to call the Mark of Valtor. Therefore we can easily manipulate them and from there control their kingdom."
"I do like the sound of this, sisters! So who are the group of Specialist? We need names," Belladonna demanded.
Valtor had titled his head—enjoying this very moment unlike a certain witch and listed the names of each individual specialist. The three sisters were utterly astonished with who Valtor is closely associated with, especially with the Crown Prince of Domino—the one they were after in stealing the Dragon's Flame and destroying the royal bloodline.
"As the saying goes, keep your friends close but your enemies closer. There's another thing too. There's a girl who also possess the magic of the Dragon Flame as well and I'm not entirely sure how this fairy has this magic. I'm trying to gain this fairy's trust and find out her secrets."
His mothers didn't like what Valtor had informed about the fairy who also possessed such an ancient powerful magic that was the source of the Magic Dimension itself.
Only the Royal Family of Domino would have such magic—it only flowed through their bloodline and rarely anyone outside the family could have the magic of the sacred Great Dragon. So how in the names of Magix had the girl come with its possession? Had the girl stolen the mystical flame of the Great Dragon?
"What's the fairy's name?"
"Her name is Bloom. An unusual name for a fairy. Perhaps the fairy could be be a possible relative to the Sparks Royal Family, which would explain how she has the power of the dragon flame," Valtor theorized—though for some odd reason he had a slightest hunch that he may be right about it. Though it was only a bit of speculation that could be proven true or false. The wizard had needed to discover it for himself.
"Hmm. . . do keep a close eye on that girl and find out her secrets." Lyssils ordered, quite interested with Valtor's information about the young fairy who also possessed its firey power.
The wizard cracked a grin.
Of course that wasn't going to be a problem—that girl had easily believed his grand tale of being a simple kind-hearted wizard from planet Andros. He had a clear background—nothing out of the ordinary.
No one would ever suspect him of being the dark, ruthless wizard Valtor. The very wizard who lusted over darkness and absolute power and tyranny. Destruction and complete world domination.
The Ancestral Witches had glared at Mandragora, as if sparing her another chance at redeeming herself towards them (after all her failed attempts in her mission). The dark witch will not fail this time.
A sinister smile played at her thin lips once she'd been given the task.
Rain had continued to pour heavily onto the deserted campus.
Everyone was inside the halls having early breakfast before their classes would begin for the day, chattering about the latest unfortunate news.
The mood was quite somber—though it showed mostly on the headmistress and professors over the growing situation that was worsening. All outdoors lessons were canceled yet again due the weather.
Niobe couldn't help but push her food aside—not feeling as hungry as she'd been earlier.
The brown-haired girl wasn't sure if the constant rain and thunder made her feel gloomy than her usual optimistic self or the news she'd been hearing about lately that made things rather depressing. Things had gotten a bit gloomier after the Solarian Royal Ball the last time when most people had enjoyed their lovely time. It'd been about two weeks ago.
"You've got to eat something Niobe. We have seven hours of classes. You need the energy," Marion pointed out concernedly over her dear friend, despite the fact that it was only breakfast, still no one should be on an empty stomach. No one would be fully concentrated.
"I know," Niobe gazed at Marion, her eyes shinning. "But I can't help but feel a bit stressed with everything that's going on lately. A few realms had already fallen to the darkness and some schools are completely destroyed. I'm worried about my homeworld Andros and my family."
"I'm also worried about my parents back at the Manor on Sparks." Marion had grabbed Niobe's hand into hers, trying to comfort her own worries and fears as well.
Samara for her part was preoccupied in listening to Eracklyon's news that was being handled by King Lysander, Erendor's father, and his royal advisors on her cellphone. Total destruction and chaos was slowly taking over major cities in some realms that drew quite the uproar among the people as darkness was seeping its way through every planet. Foreign international travel was being restricted in major planets—since they were being cautious over who they were letting into their planet—afraid that they might be potential spies for the Ancestral Witches.
"I've even heard that some fairies across different realms might transfer to Alfea. I can't imagine being in their shoes. Who knows what kind of horrors they faced? Girls, what if they actually faced the Ancestral Witches?" Luna shuddered horrifyingly, as she closed her eyes as the moon fairy couldn't possibly imagine what kind of torture had the witches inflicted on the innocent fairies.
Bloom felt a cold chill run down her spine upon Luna's words about the Ancestral Witches as if she knew about them—some sort of fear sparked in her eyes as the girl's attention was fully focused onto Luna. Some kind of familiar fear sensation rose in the redhead's chest.
The fire fairy had already knew that they had a dark, unpleasant, and wicked reputation for destroying everything that had come in their path. They wouldn't leave a single person breathing. They were merciless witches of absolute darkness. They hadn't cared for anything and would do at nothing until they've gained all the power to themselves.
The group wasn't sure what to make of Luna's words.
It only damped the fairies' spirits even more.
"Let's hope they hadn't faced them," Niobe muttered sympathetically. Who knew how it'd affected the young fairies' mentality if they'd ever met face to face.
"I doubt they would've."
Headmistress Faragonda had raised her glass and gave a slight gentle tap—it'd drew all the fairies' attention onto the older woman who stood from her seat. Her face filled with utmost seriousness the fairies had ever seen on the kind-hearted headmistress.
"Good morning my fellow fairies! I do have important announcements to make regarding the dire situation and I'm sure most of you all by now heard of the Ancestral Witches and their son Valtor who'd been terrorizing the Magical Universe as we speak, but I rest assure you all you have nothing to worry about. We will continue with our daily activities with minor schedule changes and a curfew will be set as of tonight—" some fairies had grumbled, dissatisfied with the new set of rules that was going to be enacted as of today.
Bloom gazed at her cup—immersed in her own thoughts of everything that was going on around her.
Her life was a complete mess.
Lost in time.
She could sense the dark forces of evil working all around the universe—plunging everyone into unknown lingering darkness, the once cheerful days were slowly becoming somber. Bloom could easily sense that things were turning for the worse and depressing mood filled the entire atmosphere.
Dark storms are lingering on the horizon.
War was coming very soon.
It'd been such a busy and stressful two weeks especially with classes getting intense and overload of homework and magical practices. The fairies hadn't had the exact time to breath especially with first term exams nearing around the corner.
"You know, I just wish for a little sunshine is all. This is really depressing," Luna commented, as a bright sliver had flashed in the darkened skies. She sighed. Was it going to rain for the entire week? Goodness knows she needed some sunshine to peak her up.
The girls were walking down the halls to their class.
Professor Wizgiz had glanced at his students once he'd informed them about transformation, of course not into a fairy, but into a whole different person, in which he'd termed it to be shape-shifting (an adaptive transformation) that the fairies were required to learn as of this year. It was a difficult topic to understand—in which required all ears and full concentration.
He pointed out his finger out to class and shifted into a man who appeared to be in his late thirties, with sleek black hair dressed in pale green robes. Though it had caused many of the girls in the class to gaze at him with full attention—giggling innocently. The man let out a chuckle over seeing how predictable the young fairies could get at times before shifting into former self.
"Any magical being can manage to transformation into something else, if they find such an ability worth their cause of course. It can be quite tricky and difficult to do. It can also take years of discipline and practice in mastering such an art. Some of you may learn this quickly and some may not. I do believe this is worth learning about it. You may never know who might be deceive with such an act."
This had certainly caught Marion's attention as the girl had raised her hand.
"Yes Marion?"
"I was wondering professor, how would you know if someone is manipulating you through the use of shape-shifting? Could you instantly tell? Or would there be signs about it?" she questioned—though it was more for an obvious reason, and the girl had a feeling at the back of her mind that simply wouldn't put her at ease about Remesu.
An impressed smile was shown on the professor's face.
"Now that's an excellent question Marion. You can't naturally tell if he/she is posing under a different identity but there are signs that would show. You see when a magical being shifts into a different from—he/she would have to slowly adjust to developing new characteristics unlike their former selves. Sometimes it creates an awkward (noticeable) shift. . . " the leprechaun had continued to explain to the young red-head fairy all about it as she scribbled down the notes in her notebook for references and to keep a close eye on Remesu, as much as possible for anything suspicious.
Maybe Oritel was right about him?
There was something about Remesu that she couldn't place her finger on, but she was highly determined to find out what deep secret he was hiding from the rest of them.
Bloom hadn't payed much attention to the professor's lecture, as her mind reeled back on the dream she had earlier.
Had it been a memory of some kind? Why else would she dream about it in the first place? So many questions, and yet no one had the answers to it—only she can find it? The redhead had wondered would she ever get her former memories back?
Another bright sliver light had flashed in the sky.
The girl felt so uncertain about what's to become of her—which had easily put her spirits down.
Bloom gazed at her notebook to only see that she'd written Remesu's name with hers. Was that the only thing she could possibly think of? Was that her possible future? No. She couldn't possibly stay here in the past—in her parents' era, in which she hadn't even yet existed. It would disrupt the timeline (and a possibility of changing her own future). But then again. . . what if she could never return back to her original timeline?
Everything was so groggy just like the weather itself—unsure of when the sun was going to shine again?
The class eventually came to an end—it was the last class that the fairies had for the day, as they had returned back to their dorms. Luna plopped down on the couch, her head resting on Marion's lap giving off such a dramatic weary sigh.
"FINALLY! What a day! I'm completely exhausted," the moon fairy moaned. "Now darling, why don't you turn on the T.V I'd love to watch my favourite show." Luna poked Niobe in the arm playfully.
Niobe lifted a single brow at Luna. "Miss Magix?"
"No. Not that one. It's the Royal Affairs Niobe! How could you not know my favorite one?!" Luna placed a hand to her heart as if Niobe had deeply offended her. The fairy of waves rolled her eyes at her friend's exaggeration.
"You have several shows?! How am I suppose to keep track of them?" the brown-haired girl replied as she turned on the T.V and flipped to the girl's favorite channel.
Marion giggled over seeing her best-friend being all so dramatic.
"Thank you!"
Niobe shook her head.
"I don't understand how you can tolerate her sometimes?" Samara told Niobe.
"I honestly don't know. I just go with it."
The blond girl had ignored the duo fairies, as her dark blue eyes were practically glued to the TV. She'd been dying to see this week's latest episode after being on a total cliff hanger that nearly caused her to have a meltdown. For some reason, Luna's behavior had reminded Bloom of someone familiar. But it couldn't come across her mind, and the girl from her memory also had an admiral taste when it came to fashion.
The news channel had immediately popped on the screen in an urgent manner, halting any other shows from airing at the moment. But something about it wasn't exactly normal. There wasn't any kind of reporters. No. None at all which was highly odd.
Luna had sat up correctly, as her mood had shifted into a serious manner.
Then all of a sudden the TV had gone pitch black. It wasn't only the TV but even the lights had gone off as well.
It was as if the entire power had gone out.
"Very funny Niobe! If you think turning the T.V. off is funny I urge you to recon—"
"I didn't turn it off Luna. I think the power went out."
Luna looked puzzled. "The power went out? But how? Alfea's power never goes out?"
"Maybe a power surge happened?"
"I'm not entirely sure about that Samara. My cellphone is completely pitch back and it still has a good 73 percent left." Marion frowned, as she observed her screen, pressing the home button on but to no avail it hadn't turned on. The girl gazed at her friends, who also checked on their phones—it wasn't turning on for some strange reason.
"What's going on?" Bloom questioned, no matter how much she tried the phone wouldn't turn on. It was as if someone had purposely cut off all power and connections—leaving them in the unknown darkness that swirled around them all. No latest news. No warning. Just nothing.
"I'm not entirely sure, but this isn't a good sign," the fairy of waves said seriously.
Samara peered through the glass window to see the entire school was completely pitched rain had stopped awhile back. The girl narrowed her eyes for anything unusual lurking around the area. But there was nothing. How peculiar?
All of a sudden out of the corner of her dark green eyes, she spotted a flash of blue light igniting into the darkened sky, forming into a perfect sphere all around the pink castle. Was that a barrier—being put up by the professors and the headmistress—to protect the school from outside invaders? That was a high possibility.
But still it hadn't lessen her concern as to why had the power had gone out?
It was almost as if an ominous feeling was lingering in the air.
Just as the power had gone out, it had returned.
"You're an idiot, you know that for cutting off the power like that. You think that no one will notice?" Valtor mumbled under his breath, side-glancing the woman who was dressed in a black cloak that easily matched her surroundings. No one would able to discern her in the dark night (even with enhanced night vision).
"It's highly impossible." Mandragora had rolled her eyes at the wizard.
It was the only way she could do it without being caught out in the open—it was the perfect distraction as the staff of the school would have it up and running within the next few minutes.
The woman had concentrated on her dark magic in summoning out the dark insects—ignoring the man's complaint. They will find a way to break through the magical barrier placed around the castle. They were all so foolish, thinking that putting up a shield would prevent anyone from crossing into the magical barrier.
Mandragora's dark purple lips twisted into a sadistic grin.
Her dark eyes narrowed at Valtor who causally leaned against the large oak tree, completely bothered from his earlier meditation session that he was doing.
The man had reflexed his arms before performing his ritual onto the nasty insects.
Insects that were going to infect the entire professors and the headmistress as the first step into controlling the schools and eventually would succumb to their feet.
The small sized bugs in a size of a mosquito (which couldn't really be detected as a suspicious insect) with an aura of bright green that had absolute venom—it would make one to fall into possession—that would directly severe Valtor. It had his infamous signature mark.
The witch could relish the sweet taste of absolute victory as she watched the dark insects fluttering into a nearby slightly opened window that was just big enough for them to fly through it.
"They'll all fall to the absolute prey of darkness—to our power—by the end of the night!"
This was just only the beginning by infiltrating all the schools with nasty poisonous bugs even Cloud Tower once they were done with Alfea and Red-Fountain would follow next, after Alfea. Once all the schools had been successfully taken over by her and Valtor, Magix would easily succumb to their feet securing their victory for the Ancestral Witches.
Mandragora would finally please her mistresses after the many attempts that had practically failed in all aspects and this was her very last straw before she would suffer their consequences.
Valtor could sense Bloom's magic that had easily spilled from her. The magical familiarity wrapping all around him as if he were some kind of present. His blood had grew hot.
How was that girl doing that?
Was she even aware of it?
Whatever it was. . . it was turning quite bothersome for the wizard. He'd nearly let his guard down a few times. Valtor defiantly didn't need the girl to distract him from his mission. Though he would never admit it to himself, but the way Bloom glanced at him during the Solarian Ball was something he hadn't seen in any sort of girls.
Was it love? No.
The girl appeared to be genuinely curious about him but unfortunately in his eyes it wasn't the real him. No she was curious about Remesu's life.
He'd been out with plenty of women but not a single woman had this kind of affect on him like Bloom. The girl already looked quite different and unusual, maybe Bloom was special in a way that she could only understand him?
The wizard will keep a close eye on Bloom as Remesu and not Valtor despite the fact that no one had realized that he was just the same person. Or rather he planned to be extremely cautious about his surrounding even though the Fairies and Specialists had trust him—though he noted that Oritel was being suspicious of him.
Oritel's sword clashed against his opponent's blade who was at the near edge of being defeat. The blue-haired man had let out a grunt as he swung his sword against Oritel's who had managed to deflect his attack.
Professor Horace was completely amazed with Oritel's new fighting skills he'd developed over the past few weeks. For he wasn't one of the professors to be easily impressed, it'd take a great amount of effort and skills to colour the man intrigued, not only that, but Oritel and his friends were what he considered to be the top ten students in the entire class.
He continued to watch as Oritel took the perfect opportunity of Shade's reckless move and pinned him down to the ground, the sword and several feet away from Shade's hand.
Once the spar came to an end, he helped Shade to his feet. Oritel heaved for breath as he could feel the thick sweat drip down his face. The brown-haired specialist was utterly exhausted. It'd been a long and tiring day.
"That was an excellent display of sword fighting I've seen so far Oritel!" Professor Horace exclaimed, giving a pat on the young specialist's shoulder.
"Thank you professor!" the young specialist cracked a wide smile.
There was a spark in Horace's dark eyes. "You know Oritel that I'm not a very easy professor to impress. Only a few in this class had already impressed me. Remesu is also one of my top students I'd taught in pervious years, although he continued to pursue his dedicate further into the spiritual and magical arts. . . " the professor rambled on much to Oritel's utter distaste.
The brunet man had wanted to frown, but reframed not to and kept his usual smile. Had everyone in this very school had known who Remesu was? A talented young wizard coming from Andros. It sort of irritated him of being compared to that unknown wizard. Was everyone charmed by him?
Eventually class was dismissed.
Oritel had walked over to his friends. He raised a skeptic brow upon seeing the guys withholding their smiles—almost at second they would burst into laughter. "What?"
His brown eyes had fallen onto his cellphone.
He had paled.
Radius looked as if at any moment he was about to spit some type of mockery into his face. "Dragons Oritel! You've really grown into a complete softie for her." The Solarian Prince emphasized with the use of his fingers as if reference to sweet Bloom.
"What? You've gone through my phone? Now that's a private matter Radius!"
"We hadn't gone through your phone Oritel! It's just that she'd left you a message. But dear dragons, you've written my precious little princess next to her name. How else am I suppose to take it? It sounds so. . . cheesy if you ask me," he chuckled, placing his arm around Oritel's shoulders.
Oritel looked rather annoyed. "Are you going to keep teasing me about Bloom? I mean, it's kinda old news now. She's been here for what a couple of weeks? You should really lay off Bloom. It isn't exactly her fault for landing in this timeline."
"I know Oritel but you know how I could be. I like to mess with you. After all since Bloom's from the future maybe she could answer some of our questions," Radius said thoughtfully.
"Like what exactly?" Oritel asked.
"Like what if Bloom was friends with our own children? Now that's a great question to ask Oritel, but of course when your daughter gets her memory back. What if in the future I had a son who somehow dates your daughter or something? I would defiantly say that be worth knowing Oritel?" Radius tried to persuade his best-friend with a grin.
Oritel blinked his eyes.
He hadn't once thought about it to be exact.
That his daughter might be close friends with his own friends' future children? It seemed to him that Bloom would certainly be friends with whatever children his own friends would have, after all they were
"I don't know Radius if that's a good idea unless if you want to know your future?" Teredor advised cautiously.
Radius snorted. "I don't mind, but I'm curious now."
"Define your curiosity? Would that include you having a child with Luna?" Erendor said, appearing slightly interested.
"Defiantly and a possibility knowing that I would have a son," the Solarian Prince said wistfully.
"And what if you didn't have a son but a daughter?" the Eracklyon Prince pointed out. "And wouldn't you want to know about your future Teredor?"
The red-haired specialist gave a knew what his own future would hold? As long as Luna was in his future, it wouldn't necessarily matter to him if he had a son or a daughter. He would love him or her to his dear heart.
"I'm not too sure if I want to know though. It's sort of terrifying in a way," Teredor admitted.
The group of boys were heading back to their dorms until they had stopped dead in their tracts.
A faint woman's voice was being heard that involved something about wicked bugs infiltrating Alfea's school in order to poison the staff members and the fairies by falling into their sinister possession. The man's voice had agreed and to the specialists' horror that voice was easily recognizable. Could that possibly refer to the Ancestral Witches' possession?
It was headmaster Saladin's gruff voice agreeing with a woman. Their footsteps was getting louder—which had meant the duo were heading in the boy's direction.
It was too late.
Saladin raised a brow at the young specialists who were wandering the halls quite late at night.
A tall unrecognizable older woman, whose hair was completely grey, but a sinister smile played her lips. Her grassy green eyes held absolute wickedness.
Headmaster Saladin's eyes weren't his usual colour but a shade of bright violet and a faint orange colour glowed against his skin that was located on the side of his neck.
There was some kind of mark in a shape of a V.
This wasn't a good sign.
Luna had screamed at the top of her lungs as the girl had felt a presence of a bug crawling at her exposed legs. She instantly threw herself out of bed not wanting to see what it was crawling on her legs. Her dark blue eyes stared at the huge nasty bug with piercing red eyes glowering at her. The girl continued to scream throwing magical moon beams at the insect.
The rest of the girls had burst into the blond fairy's room—hearing Luna's shrieking voice.
"What is it this time Luna?" Niobe glanced at the girl.
". . . "
"Spit it out!"
"My room's infested with bugs!" she cried out. "Why me? I hate them!"
Bloom glanced around the room to see that the insects were crawling on everything, leaving no area, untouched by their presence. Those bugs were very familiar, like the one they'd faced when they were at Black Mud Swamp a few weeks ago.
The fairy of waves used her morphix magic to trap the insects and the girl instantly gasp upon inspecting the bugs. "Aren't those Mandragora's bugs? It's the same one we'd seen a few weeks ago?"
"It is. But I don't understand how anyone could just pass through the magical barrier though? It wouldn't make any sense," Marion pointed out, as the girl had incinerate those pesky insects with her flames that appeared to be easily destroyed.
"And why attack Alfea?" Luna chipped into the conversation.
"My guess is that witch is in search of something important," Samara said.
"I wonder wha—"
SHATTER!
The girls had heard large bugs break through the glass window in the living room—there was several of them invading their dorm as they poked their heads through the slightly cracked door.
"We have to get rid of them!" Marion exclaimed.
"Looks like we're going to have a sleepless night," Luna groaned.
"We have more things to worry about than having a sleepless night." Niobe said, tightening her morphix on the bug that had bursted, splattering the girls in green slime.
Samara and Luna looked utterly revolted.
"Magix Winx!"
"Enchantix!"
The girls had morphed into their beautiful fairy forms as they had took their stance, prepared to use their magic against the creatures.
"Moon Shower!" Luna yelled as a bright sliver light had engulfed the entire room, beams showering down upon the bugs as it hissed.
The brown-haired fairy had waved her hand towards the bugs as her pinkish morphix caused the insects to be glued against the wall, unable to squirm in their very place. She turned to see some bugs encased in bright stones and some were being reduced to nothing to ash.
Niobe glanced out of the window—her face had lost all of its colouring upon seeing a vibrant purple colour in the shape of a V indicating that the dark wizard's presence lingered close by along with that wretched insect witch. "Um girls, I think we've got bigger problems. Look in the sky!" she pointed out.
The four fairies had fluttered to see what Niobe was referring to exactly. They had easily spotted a large V shaped illuminating in the dark sky. The girls had gasped in fear over what it possibly meant. The young fairies had never seen something like this from before or what it truly had meant.
Bloom had frowned.
It seemed utterly familiar to her. . .
She'd witnessed something like this from before but it hadn't been at school, but somewhere in Magix City.
But what was it? Who had managed to conjure something like this in the sky?
It was crystal clear that it was a work of a dark wizard. Could it be Valtor's? Everyone had mentioned to her about the dangers that this man Valtor had possessed, including the headmistress who was in distress over her situation.
Bloom's blue eyes had fixated on the army of bugs that was sweeping through the Alfea's courtyard. There was simply too many of the dark bugs to get rid off. It seemed to the young redhead princess that this attack had been carefully planned by that woman Mandragora.
The enchantix fairy had turned to Marion—though she could see the fear and uncertainty twinkle in her mother's vividly green eyes. Bloom's eyes had widen as she instantly put up a protective barrier that were made of flames—instantly killing the creatures that were swarming to the girls unknowingly.
Marion placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder—giving her some type of comfort in soothing her worries about the surrounding dangers they were in, but it hadn't lasted long since the double-doors had unexpectedly swung wide open—the fairies had finally looked relived upon seeing the headmistress to their delight.
"Aren't we happy to see you headmistress?" Luna spoke breathlessly as her entire body ached.
Luna's eyes had fallen on the headmistress, thought something about Faragonda wasn't right. Her eyes weren't her usual expressive bright blues no it was a dark purple—an indication that the older woman may had fallen to the darkness, in other words, she was unwillingly being possessed by some dark witch or wizard.
The fairies' eyes widen in absolute horror upon seeing a young wizard and Mandragora approaching to headmistress Faragonda's side—their eyes filled with hunger over the young fairies.
Valtor's pale grey-blue eyes were filled with coldness and emptiness.
A grin played his lips, as if entirely pleased to see the girls' terror fill their faces. The man had enjoyed eliciting the fear on someone—no he craved it, almost wanting them to bow before his feet to his pleasure.
Silence had fallen amongst them.
Though Valtor had approached the fairies with a satisfying smile—one that was of pure victory. "Hello ladies! I'm most certain that you've heard rumors about me, the big bad Valtor am I right? In fact, you should remember me from last year right?"
Marion had her arms wrapped around her daughter protectively—shielding her from Valtor's wrath. Her green eyes had narrowed harshly at the wizard who stood before them with a pleased appearance.
Niobe threw a glare at the man.
"And I wonder who you are girl? I'd never seen you from before? You and Marion look so alike but yet you've managed to possess the Dragon Flame?" Valtor smirked at the redhead girl, dressed in the pretties blue ruffled short dressed he'd seen on a fairy. "You think I can't sense it. I also have the same magic but of course the darker aspect you see."
Cold chills had ran down Bloom's spine.
Marion had tightened her hold on her daughter and threw Valtor a disgusted look. She wasn't going to allow this wizard to hurt her daughter again. He'd nearly killed her own daughter. Valtor was a disturbing man.
"I'm quite intrigued with your existence. And forgive my manners, I never did ask: what's your name?" Valtor spoke thickly, his pale eyes staring directly at Bloom. But the enchantix fairy had refused to give in to the man's questions.
"Perhaps Faragonda will shed some insight? Hmm?"
Samara's grassy green eyes widen in horror, realizing that Faragonda was under the wizard's possession as Valtor turned to her for an answer rather than getting it from Bloom.
"You put the headmistress under your spell!" Luna exclaimed furiously.
He chuckled. "Of course we have! What do you think those insects are here for? Surely they're not on some kind of vacation, now are they?"
The fairy of the moon was scarlet in the face. "How dare you!"
Valtor turned to Faragonda for the answer he'd been yearning for quite some time.
"Please don't do it Faragonda! Don't listen to him!" Marion begged desperately, tears welling up in her eyes. If Valtor knew who Bloom truly was: one thing was for sure: Valtor would do at nothing to kill her precious daughter.
Faragonda unwilling as it was opened her mouth and gave the words out. "Her name is Bloom and she's. . ."
Author's Note
It's been a while since I'd last updated this story! Had a little trouble writing this chapter, more likely a writer's block, anyways I'd moved passed it (yay)! I know Valtor seems a little off in this chapter but it's because he's still not the type that would instantly fall in love with Bloom. He will make lots of bad choices and mistakes but yet, in a way, he struggles to be a good wizard. I can't just have him being so nice to Bloom just yet. It's a bit early for it. So I hope you don't mind but this is a SLOW BURN since they are enemies, friends than lovers kind of trope. It'll take a while to realize what Valtor's really fighting for.
.2001: thank you for your response and who knows how Bloom's future is going to change, lol.
Bellchocolate: Ya, I think it's nice that Samara isn't that stuck up fairy, in which I do feel like she's a stuck up woman in the show. I can't wait to see Erendor and Samara's reactions would be like once they find out they have a son who dates Bloom lol! I feel like Cassandra should be given a little backstory as to how she knew Radius.
DJ: Wow! Your questions had blew my mind away! Ya, time-travel is a very fickle thing to mess with, but uh, because he's the one who legit send her back in time, when he'd never really met Bloom. It's a bit complicated. I'm trying to find out the answer to that one actually.
Mimisvpor: Yes! I do love Radius and Luna (cries) because they are such a great couple and who knows they might stay together or something. Erendor uh, he's a prick in my opinion especially in the first couple of seasons. I sorta like him but dislike him at the same time. Ohh I really want Bloom to stay as well. I made myself into a mess as well and I do want her to be back with the winx oh my!
.953: Oritel's super overprotective of Bloom and Daphne when it comes to "boys" he such a sweet and lovable father even though he would do things that's considered overboard. He's a big softie when it comes to his wife and daughters (in his later life).
Amai Momoyama: Thank you! Ya, it was a little weird at the end but . . . :D
I hope you had enjoyed this chapter!
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Until Next Time!
