Category: Winx Club

Rating: M

Couples: Faragonda/Baltor in 'good' ending, hints of Baltor/Griffin in 'bad' ending.

Warnings: Character Death, Non-Happy ending.

Chapter: 'Bad Ending'

Copyright: © characters and places by Iginio; © Plot and OC by me

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"Of course not…" Baltor smiled at her. "You are not my taste."

Only the pain kept her from snorting. "So you are only here to tell me that?"

"Heavens, no." He pulled her up. "But is it not said that a dying animal is the most dangerous?" his face was mere inches from hers. "I'm dying in this context and I will ensure my last blow is the most painful one."

"Who do you choose then?" Her body trembled when a new wave of pain passed through it, forcing her to search his support.

"That should not be something to concern yourself with." He pushed her away, causing her to fall on her couch. "You won't be able to tell anyone at any rate."

Her eyes widened when a sword appeared in his hands. It looked exactly like that of Oritel.

"You seek my death." She realized. And he would have it: under his Mark she could hardly move and magic required more concentration than she could muster at the moment.

"Did you expect differently?" He raised it. "Farewell, Faragonda."

She did not say a word when he took aim, she remained silent as the sword approached and only gasped when it ran her through.

On a subconscious level she felt her Bond with Alfea shudder.

"Who…?" She forced herself to ask. His Mark evaporated, but the pain remained.

"Who do you think?" He cupped her face. "It's not as if her parents will miss her." He chuckled. "She took care of that herself."

Faragonda growled. "Stay away from her, Baltor."

"No." He rose. "Enjoy your last minutes."

He turned to leave, seemingly forgetting his own words: 'a dying animal is the most dangerous.'

As Alfea's Bond with Faragonda faltered, its' strength flowing away with her life-blood, another power took its' place. Death crept into her limbs, and for a few moments, it fuelled her.

"You shall not have her." Ancient power flooded the room and Baltor had barely time to turn when her magic impacted with his chest. Only faint hint of surprise was visible on his face.

Her arm fell down. Her consciousness faded as a terrible scream rent the air. The last her eyes saw was an explosion of ink light in her room.

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Griffin passed by terrified students on her way to the private quarters of the Headmistress of Alfea. Saladin had fallen behind and she wasn't entirely sure where he was now. Her entire being was focused on the fact that Alfea had lost all restraint and was whipping the air with tentacles made of pink magic.

She reached the unadorned door and threw it open.

"Great Dragon…" On the ground, on his back, lay Baltor, obviously dead. Faragonda was half-upright on her couch, a sword pinning her too it. Griffin shuddered when she recognized it and tore her gaze away from the red on blue fabric. Little tentacles, little siblings to those raging outside, stroked the body as if trying to return life to it.

Griffin stepped over her former ally, sinking to her knees in front of the fairy. She pulled the sword free, catching the body as it fell. She ignored the blood ruining her clothes as she reverently lowered the body on the couch.

"Trust you to go in a way that'll be remembered." She carefully cleaned away some of the blood which had dripped from between pale lips. She lifted the body, stepping to the balcony. The doors flew open at her command, revealing the impact this had had on the school.

The fairies had flocked together just outside Alfea's gates. She sighed, before teleporting there.

Saladin had only eyes for his younger colleague as she appeared next to him.

"What happened?" He asked – no, demanded – when she lowered the body on the soft grass.

"Baltor." Griffin ignored the students around them. "They killed eachother."

Saladin was faced with a terrible déjà-vu as he studied Faragonda's closed eyes. Helixa had been killed with a sword – the wound left no doubt as to how she had died – mere minutes after he had left her. Now the same had happened with Faragonda…