Hello again! I bring you a new chapter for this story; I hope you will like it.

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of winx club. If I was, Bloom would have less screen time and the villains would have a brain.

In italics: the thoughts

Chapter 2: A whole new world

"Argh… my head… what happened?" Matt slowly got up. He grimaced immediately; an intense headache crushing his temples, as if a rock and dubstep concert was playing inside his head. After a moment, the pain faded and the young man was able to look around him. He frowned, trying to remember how he arrived here, wherever he was.

"I was out for the groceries, and then… the portal". He remembered now, the portal came from nowhere and swallowed him, throwing him here. As impossible as it seemed, it was true. Because the place he was looking at was NOT the street he was used to. The cars he was used to were not hovercraft engines, floating at ten centimeters above the ground. The streets themselves weren't so clean, and people were definitely not that happy. In fact, Matt noticed that people seemed to celebrate something. There were banners collided on walls; the shop windows were decorated with flowers and bright colours. The atmosphere was joyful.

He began to roam at random in streets, looking around him. At least, he was surrounded by humans; maybe the weird portal had taken him to a place not so distant after all. And he could tell by the bits of conversation he had overheard that people here were speaking English as well.

"Am I in some kind of other dimension? Or another planet?" Matt kept walking until his curiosity became too strong. He spotted a man, alone, eating an ice-cream cone. "Excuse me" he said, "What are we celebrating?"

The man looked surprised. "Wow, under what kind of rock were you living? The Army of Decay has been destroyed, the Trix are defeated!" he then left Matt, who couldn't believe his ears. It was impossible!

"I'm… in the winx club? The show? No, it can't be!" It's just a show!" He settled against a wall, his head in his hands. "This is absurd! I'm dreaming, it must be the solution, it's not possible!"

But even so, his surrounding was saying the opposite. The city was buzzing with activity; he could feel the sun beams on his face, the wind on his skin. The various smells of food, flowers, the noise, the laughs…

It was real.

Matt forced himself to breathe slowly. He started walking, in no particular direction; head down and his hands in his pockets. It still seemed impossible and yet it was the truth. "Great, just great. What do I do now? How do I go back in my world?

He kept walking like that for what felt like hours. When he felt hungry, he realized he had no money, but also no place to go. He was all alone, a stranger in a strange world. As he ruminated these dark thoughts, he heard shouts. Across the road were three girls, surrounding another girl. Matt frowned; they were blocking the last girl, just like bullies with a victim. He approached them discreetly.

"How dare you be here! Who do you think you are? You're just a runt!" the first girl said. Apparently she was the leader with the two others on her sides. She was tall, with blonde hairs long enough to touch her hips. Her back was turned, hiding her face. Matt couldn't see the fourth girl; he could just perceive her hairs, short and red like cherries.

"Yeah" said the girl on the left, a small one with short raven hair, "trash like you should hide in a cave!" The girl on the right, mid long black hair, laughed. "And look at you! You have no fashion sense at all! You pathetic witch!"

"Please!" Said the cornered girl, sounding as if she was trying to hold her tears back. "Leave me alone! I'm not a witch anymore; I'll start the next year in Alfea! We can be fri" She couldn't finish her sentence; the blonde girl slapped her with the back of her hand, leaving a red mark on her cheek.

"Don't talk back to me! I am Christina, crowned princess of Tulius! You are a stupid witch, a commoner! When I tell you not to shop in Magix, you obey!" The other girl tried to hide her pain. "Please stop!" It only infuriated Christina more, and she raised her hand ready to hit again. Only this time, something stopped her. Surprised, she looked behind her. A young man had caught her wrist, and he didn't seem friendly.

"Enough" Said the boy, with a cold voice. "Leave her alone". Christina tried to get free, but the newcomer had an iron hand. "You!" She said, her brown eyes shining with anger, "Who are you, how dare you! I am a princess!" The pressure on her wrist became more marked. "Do I look like I care?" He replied with a colder tone, "And my name is none of your business. Take you lapdogs with you and disappear. Now" The two other girls went pale under the insult, and started to gather energy in order to change to their fairy form.

"No!" said Christina, looking around her as several people started to stare, "Not here, not now". She looked at the boy. "It would not be suitable to fight in this feast day." Matt released her and she massaged her wrist. "We will meet again" She added, with venom in her voice, "And you will regret your behavior. Come you two" she said to the two other girls, "We will leave these… peasants together." Her voice was full of contempt.

As the three girls left, Matt turned to face someone he never thought he would meet in real life. "Thank you! My name is Mirta. I thought they were going to attack me." Matt crossed arms. "Don't mention it, and I'm Matt. Why didn't you use your powers? They called you a witch." The young girl lowered her head. "I didn't want to use violence because it's not the solution. And I know one day I'll be accepted, they just need time to accept the fact that I went from witch to fairy." "I see," Matt replied, "But sometimes you have no choice. Not everyone is reasonable you know."

"Well," Mirta said with sadness, "I guess you're right. But that won't stop me!" she added with motivation. Matt looked at her. She was wearing the same clothes as in the cartoon: her usual white shirt with a pumpkin, a sleeveless black jacket and a black miniskirt completed with black boots. To be fair, she was pretty cute.

As he was looking at her, an idea began to emerge in Matt's head. If she wanted to become a fairy, which meant season two would start soon, she would have to speak to Faragonda, the headmistress of the fairy school. The old woman was known to be wise and with a little luck she could tell him how to go back to his world.

"Hey Mirta", Matt said, trying to act as if it was nothing, "Maybe I should accompany you to your school, it's late now and those pests could try something, you never know". Mirta's cheeks became pink. "Oh, well… hum… that's nice. Okay then, follow me."

The duo walked to the closest bus station, where they took the magical bus going back to Alfea. The travel was fast, and Matt was glad that Mirta didn't ask him a lot of questions. She wanted to get acquainted of course but she only asked easy questions, such as where did Matt came, his favorite kind of music and movies. Matt answered with relative ease, by remaining vague. She didn't ask him if he was a Red Fountain student, probably because she thought he was one.

After a quarter of an hour of route, they arrived. They followed a path across the forest and soon, Alfea appeared. The building was impressive, and it reminded Matt of a princess castle.

"Welcome to Alfea!" Mirta said with joy. "What do you think about it?" Matt smiled. "Too much pink." He said, looking around him, trying to find the headmistress. Sadly the old woman was nowhere to be seen. "So," Matt said, trying to gain some time, "Do you live here?"

"Yes. It's a boarding school, the students sleep here." She answered. "The next school year begin in one month. Well, I must go now. Maybe I'll see you from time to time. Matt smiled again. "Take care of you Mirta, and don't let those idiots tell you how to live."

Suddenly he saw the person he was looking for. Going out of the school, a smile on her face, headmistress Faragonda looked at all the students, chatting and laughing. She loved to see her students enjoying their lives. Next to the gate she noticed Mirta, and the boy who was standing by her side. It was a surprise, Mirta was a shy girl and bringing a boy here was not something the old woman could expect from the newly transferred student. Anyway, she decided to approach, curious.

"Hello Mirta, I see you are not alone, who is this young man?" Mirta reddens before answering. "His name is Matt and he… well… helped me." The young girl was having difficulties explaining why a boy was standing before the gates of a girl-only school.

"I took her back to Alfea, headmistress. She was having troubles." "How nice of you Matt, it would have been terrible if something had happened to Mirta." Faragonda said. "Now Mirta I believe you should hurry to you bedroom, supervisor Griselda doesn't like it when students are on the campus at such a late hour.

Mirta looked slightly scared. "Oh no, I have almost forgotten! Good bye Matt, I must go!" She ran toward the school, hoping that the supervisor would not see her. Faragonda laughed and get ready to leave.

"Wait! Headmistress! There is something I must tell you." Matt almost screamed. This woman was his only chance, he couldn't let her go! "Yes, Matt? Is something bothering you?" The young man looked very serious. "I wish to discuss with you in private. It's really important.

The headmistress frowned; it was an unusual request, but the boy seemed to be in need of help. And Faragonda never let someone alone without help if she could do something about it.

"Come with me", she said in a serious tone, "We will discuss this matter in my office".

Annnnd done! I hope Mirta and Faragonda weren't OOC and we know this story take place in season 2. Why, you may ask? Because Darkar has the best armor. Ever. In the winx universe.

See you soon!