Category: Winx Club

Rating: T

Couples: none

Warnings: Major AU

Chapter: 13

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

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The days leading up to Sunday passed in a blur to the young ones. For the older ones it wasn't quite that swift. To say that Lysdon was nervous would be the understatement of the century and it only got worse as the day of the meeting with his mother came closer. He did not join the fairies and specialists as Shimi showed them the great ocean of Asuran. Even Skyggon flew alongside the dragons bearing the humans, wanting to see the changes time had wrought on their birth-planet.

"Locking yourself in won't help you." A voice softly spoke from the door.

"I can try." He did not move from his place on the windowsill. "How did you get in?"

"This is my house, I can move through it freely." Faragonda joined him, arranging her dress to sit comfortably. She had braided her hair, making a ring at the back of her head with the braid. Her dress was dark-green this time. "Will you not leave these rooms?"

"For what?" He now turned to look at her, his deep-blue eyes meeting hers. "I see no need to leave them."

"To spend time with your siblings?" Faragonda gestured outside where Vandia and Skyggon were sitting in the gardens. "Your powers form a triangle. Your feelings form a triangle. What affects one, affects the others."

"Well, congratulations for figuring that out before I did." Lysdon snarled. "Faragonda, I know this is your house, but can you please leave me alone."

He did not expect her to actually do it and was therefore surprised when she rose from where she had seated herself. The fabric of her dress rustled as she approached him.

"Hiding here will not help you. The citizens of this planet know better than to anger me, but they will not allow me to hide you from them. Neither do I want to. You began the revealing of the truth, Lysdon, you cannot stop halfway through." Her hand came to rest on his shoulder. "You would do well to remember that."

She left the room, leaving the door wide open. He watched her leave, sighing in frustration. He rose from the windowsill to leave the room. His white robe and golden wings stood in stark contrast with the colors of the house.

His siblings looked up when he joined them, his brother starting to grin as he approached.

"You finally left the house." He smiled widely, pulling the younger brother close. "I was starting to fear you wouldn't leave it at all."

"It grew boring." Lysdon said evasively.

"Sure." Vandia said. "And the fact we send Faragonda on your head has nothing to do with it?"

"You send her?" The middle child of Vo'id exclaimed. He grumbled something under his breath as his siblings laughed. It didn't last long as he laughed along.

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"You think he will come?" The young woman asked.

"I do not know. You tell me." The golden dragon answered her. His remaining bronze eye looked out over the fields of Asuran.

"I think he will want closure." She mused. "He has realized his mistakes."

"Perhaps." Vo'id turned his head to look at her. "That does not mean he will face them. He did very little in regards to actually telling the Universe."

"That had to do with the agreement they struck with the fairies." The woman lifted her long golden braid over her shoulder, letting it fall down her back.

The dragon snorted. "Sure, tell yourself that."

"Vo'id…" Her voice was tense. "Please."

He nuzzled her, his warm breath fanning around her. "Forgive me, beloved."

"You really need to stop to carry such grudges." She admonished him. "He is your son."

"He was my son. Until he comes here, he will not be my son, Sarana." Her husband corrected her. "I told you that."

"You were not like that when he was little." She countered. "You promised him that you would be with him always."

"That was before he did what he did." He stated. "I cannot overlook that. I cannot simply forget the grief he caused you."

He went back to looking over the wide plains, watching a herd of Ashwars as they grazed peacefully in the sea of green. The few massive trees threw long shadows as the sun rose ever higher into the air. Far above a few dragons were flying, mostly heading from the faraway mountains to the city that lay on the horizon.

A gust of wind bend the grass, playing with the skirt of Sarana's golden dress as she sat on his leg. Her dark-blue eyes were fastened on the black city, waiting for her son to arrive.

Behind them the shadows of a tree thickened, several sets of red eyes glowing in the deep black.