Title: Magic on Earth
Summary: When all that's dear to Flora is taken, she will fight to get it back. When she has to make this quest on Earth and runs into deceit, turmoil, and lies... how far will she go to save her friends? Flora x Helia, Stella x Brandon, Bloom x Sky, Musa x Riven, Layla x Nabu, Tecna x Timmy.
Authors Note: Mwah~ Hello my lovelies. A big thanks to all those who have reviewed! Since I haven't had a gazillion reviews, I think it's safe to give my reviewers a shout out;
A big thanks to:
..door - Thanks for the detailed review! I'll definately take your suggestions into thought for the rest of the story.
Bloomgirl 18 - Thanks for assuring me my story wasn't bland! =]
Sailor Fede - Thanks for giving your hopes for Flora! I'm sure she appreciates that. Also, I'm stalking your favorite stories! I've found some interesting things I haven't read for Winx Club yet. c:
brianaheart1995 - Thank you for your support!
starfire1994 - I love Teen Titans. Not as much as Winx Club, though. Just thought I'd comment on your pen-name! Haha. Anyways, thanks for the ego boost! You really made me believe my story was worth writing.
And if you noticed the Spongebob title reference, you get a cookie and brownie points. c:
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After making sure Flora was asleep that night, James turned to Finn sternly.
"Don't you dare be so mean to her again; our orders are to keep her on a friend basis until the mission is complete. If you screw this up, I swear I'll blast you straight to Shadowhaunt." He threatened.
Finn made a face, but relented. "Fine, fine. You go consult with our master and prisoners. I'll wait here. Be back before dawn, or I won't make any promises about that gushy nature faeries safety."
"Reckon I can do that. Be a good boy, Finn." James smirked, before dashing out the door.
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James was an attractive man, in a sense;
Tall at 6'0", and well built instead of lanky with such a height. His chocolate brown hair was about shoulder-length, and in a shaggy style. No tangles to be seen, just soft and shaggy. His eyes were a navy blue, and slightly smaller than normal but not by much. The eyes did make him look a bit... dark, he had to admit. It wasn't doing him any favors with Flora. Oh well, she was too naive and trusting for her own good. He smirked, before continueing on his way.
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"Well?"
James didn't look up from his gaze at the ground; he was kneeling, one hand sweeping out to the side gallantly and the other folded in front of him properly. "We've gained her trust, I think. Finn is starting to screw up, though. I think we'd better do it soon."
There was a 'slick' sound as flesh tightened around a staff. "Tell him to contain himself! If Finn screws this up for us, he will not find himself in a pleasant position."
"Yes." James stood hesitantly.
"You may leave. Bring her by in a days time. I will be ready then."
"Alright, master." James bowed quickly, before hurrying out of the room, heading back to the apartment with Flora and Finn.
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Once arriving, he found Finn sitting on the couch, doing a crossword puzzle.
He watched him for a moment, but Finn didn't look up. Before James could comment, he heard;
"Dammit. I was hoping you'd be late so I could slice her throat."
"Why do you hate her so?" James raised an eyebrow.
"Well, for one, she's a fairy. Her good nature is just... ugh. And another reason is that 'gooey gumdrops' crap. Can't she just curse like everyone else? And, finally, when I was little, I went to school with her. Before she departed to Alfea. I had a teeny tiny little crush on her and she ignored me profusely and obsessed over our mister poetry in the class, Devyn." Finn snapped, stabbing his pencil through the entire crossword puzzle book.
"...So you want to destroy her over that?"
"Yup."
"...Dude. That's low even for us. Get yourself some anger management, buddy." James smirked and went to his room to get some sleep.
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Back at the 'master's humble home, there was slight cursing to be heard. "God damn Finn and his little problems. Ugh, I need something to drink."
A servent hurried off and returned with a cutesy tropical cup filled with... something that didn't look legal. "Here you are, miss."
"Thank you, Lietta. Now get out of my site." A voice that was very sweet turned poisonous on the last sentence.
"Yes ma'am." She bowed and ran off.
"Ugh. I despise their blatant fear. I smell it like a dog smells natural disasters." The 'miss' and 'ma'am' muttered, rolling her eyes and taking a sip. "Mmm, she does make good drinks though. That's one reason to keep her alive another day."
She made her way at leisure down a few flights of stairs to the musty, cold dungeons. There were a few torches on the walls and a few half-rotted corpses in some of the cells. The woman smirked coldly at them, her dark red lips curling up. She found what she was looking for - a cell with twenty people waiting. "Well, well. How are you holding up dearies?" She asked cheerfully.
Musa spit at the misses feet. "Just dandy, if you must know!"
The woman dropped her cheerful facade, her ruby eyes growing cold and dull and her blood colored lips turned down in a frown of distaste. "Stainus removus." She removed the spit from her shoes; she was wearing a black corset dress, that was long in the back - trailing on the floor, even - but only knee-length in the front. Her shoes were stylish dark blue boots. "And aren't you just charming, Princess Musa? I bet your father is proud."
Musa's temper flared again, but she was cut off by Stella and her whining.
"You ruined my couture clothes!" She wailed, getting up and stamping her feet. "These were one of a kind, I'll have you know! This is way past what dry-cleaning can fix, lady!"
Brandon hurried and pulled her back, hugging her. "Stella, shush."
The woman smirked in amusement, gazing around at the other figures in the cell. Other than the three that had spoken, everyone else inside looked dead; out of fight. Hmph. That didn't take long.... "Aren't you all so quiet? Don't you have anything more to say?"
Nobody spoke and it was quiet for a moment... until a small choke of a sob was heard.
"Well, is the little girl frightened?" The woman crouched down, staring directly at Rose - Flora's little sister.
Bloom crawled forward and pulled Rose to her protectively, cradling her and glaring at the woman.
"Why don't you let her come play with me? I can't promise the tears will stop but she'll be out of the cell, at least." Her lips parted to show straight white teeth - with the exception of more than one pair of fangs.
"Don't you touch her!" The Queen of Linphea stood straight and tall, looking as royal as she could in her tattered gown and ruined hair.
"My, aren't you bold." The woman stood and frowned again. "Well, you won't have to worry. Before long, you'll be dead."
"I highly doubt that." The magenta-haired youth in one corner spoke - Riven.
"And what makes you think that?" The ruby eyes of the woman glittered in the torch light.
"Flora is very persistant. I'm confident she'll find us, and save us. ...Helia, shouldn't you be saying this? Why am I ranting for YOUR girl?" Riven closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cell wall, yawning.
Helia didn't speak, just continued staring at the wall in front of him.
"My, my. So you're that Linphea brats boyfriend. I knew it would be one of you - after all, there's five girls and six guys, not counting the Royal family and those little pixies." The woman stretched. "At least I know who is who know, so I can plot the end of miss gumdrops forever."
"For once, I agree with Riven." Helia stated quietly, without looking away. "I know Flora isn't a very violent being, but if I know her, she's not going to stop until we're released."
"That's what YOU think, darling," the woman purred. "Little do you know, I'm five steps ahead of your darling little princess."
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Authors Note: Five steps ahead? Already? How is this? Ohsnap. Who is this woman? How much does she know? What does she want with Flora? So many questions... and I'm the one asking them! Sad. Haha, stay tuned. And about Finn... I had to think of something for him to hate her so for. Love is always a good reason to want to rip somebodies throat out! Heh.