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Chapter 8

From where she was sitting, Musa could see Riven. He looked uncomfortable. She was glad. Riven was the biggest jerk since Lord Darkar, and Lord Darkar was so sad. And she didn't mean the crying kind. Ever since Musa had first seen Riven, she had secretly liked him. She thought he liked her too. But since Riven wanted Stella to be- well, pretend to be his girlfriend, Musa wanted nothing more to do with him. Ever. Musa was thinking about Riven so hard that she didn't see Stella sit down beside her.

"Hi Musa!"

"What? Who's there?" shouted Musa, nearly falling out of her seat, "Oh, it's you Stella. What do you want now?"

"Hey, I only wanted to ask you if you thought that Layla and Tecna were okay," said Stella, hurt, "but if you can't be bothered…"

"No, it's okay, I'm fine. They're fine. Probably," said Musa hurriedly, and turned to the window to avoid any more questions from Stella.

At the controls, Riven sat hunched in his seat. Not only was Musa ignoring him, but he had a strong suspicion that Darcy was behind all of the events. Calling for Timmy to take over the controls, and casually pushing Stella out of the way, Riven went and sat down next to Musa.

"Hi Musa." Musa ignored him, still resolutely staring out of the window.

"Musa please talk to me. Come on!"

"Musa, will you talk to me if I say I'm- that I'm- I'm Sorry?"

No answer. Riven was about to walk away and leave Musa by herself when a voice said:

"So when are your parents expecting us?" He turned, and saw Musa looking at him in the eye.

The walls were black. The floor was black. There were no windows. Layla looked around the dark room the Trix had taken her to. It was really not very pleasant.

"So, fairy, what do you control?"

Layla looked at the floor, and would not answer Stormy's question. Why should she, when they had left Tecna by herself, and Tecna wasn't even properly sane any more? Besides, she had only a little amount of voice left, she needed some water so much.

"Come on, you're new, aren't you? Tell us what you control and we'll take you back."

Darcy cut across Stormy. "It doesn't matter any way. You've been here for ages. Those silly fairies have already taken the smart girl away from us. They left you behind. They obviously didn't think you were important."

"No," Laylaa whispered, "my friends would never do that to me."

"Think again," said Darcy, and she conjured up a mirror showing the rest of the Winx Club.

"I'm so glad we've got you, Tecna," said the Bloom in the mirror.

"Yes, and we don't have that silly Layla girl any more. Result!" crowed the Stella, punching the air.

"Yes, I know, she was so annoying. The Trix can have her, for all I care."

Tears appeared in Layla's eyes.

"You see," said Icey, "no one cares about you. No one at all."

The mirror showed pictures of everyone she cared about talking about how they all hated Layla. Then, a blinding white light filled the room. Layla was glowing, and she was lifted up to the ceiling. She began to transform, but not into her ordinary Winx or Charmix. She still wore green, but her wings trandsformed, and became like a silvery butterfly's, and a silver tiara appeared on her head. Layla floated back to the ground, and turned t the Trix. They looked back in astonishment.

Layla had got her Angelix. But she didn't know what it was. Yet.