Author's notes: Hi! Here's the third chapter. I just want to thank you for those who reviewed, favorited, and followed this story, or even those who read this story and that's it. Thank you!

Note: Some nasty languages ahead, only one or two but still. But then again this is rated T after all so why do I even bother.

Without further ado, here's the third chapter!

-Before-

Bloom frantically looked around her pitch black surroundings. Nothing. Every time she twisted and turned to every direction she could think of, she was only greeted with black nothingness. Tears welled up in her baggy eyes as she became more and more desperate as minutes went by. She gripped her head as she laid down in a fetal position, giving up for the first time in her life. Why did she agree to this mission in the first place? They were gone. The rest of the Winx, gone. One by one, off they went. She was more clever than everyone knew and knew exactly what she was doing and did it right. And so, she beat even the most powerful of fairies with ease.

More tears fell down the redhead's cheek, realizing it was now her turn to succumb to the darkness. She's never going to see everyone again. The Winx, her best friends, were gone and she will be too. Unfortunately, Oritel and Marion will lose one of their daughters yet again. She wouldn't even want to think about how Daphne will react at the news of her little sister's death. Mike and Vanessa will never truly understand what happened to their only, albeit adopted, daughter. She's never going to see her beloved Headmistress Faragonda and the other staff at Alfea ever again. The people of Eraklyon and Domino will be saddened to see such a well-intentioned queen and princess go. And Sky...her heart clenched. What about Sky? She didn't want to think how Sky will react to being widowed at such a young age.

Oh, and her children...oh, god, her children. Her heart clenched even more as she recalled her three-year-old son, Hans, having one of the worst tantrums upon being told that his mother would leave for a mission. The heartbroken face of her baby boy broke her heart, and she made a promise with him that when she came back, she said that they'll go out for some ice cream. A simple promise but it calmed the boy, and Bloom was so sure she'd return. But...not so much anymore. And Elizabeth...her daughter Elizabeth, whom she affectionately calls 'Lizzie'. The girl was barely a year old so Bloom thought that the princess would be the least affected to her mother being gone. But still...who will teach Lizzie how to read? How to awaken her power? Who will assure Lizzie whenever she's nervous? Who? Who?!

She looked up as the scenery suddenly changed. No longer was she in some dark void of nothingness, instead, she was in a room full of mirrors. It's her. Was what Bloom thought as she looked around the mirrored room, only to come face to face with a hooded figure. Judging by the stature, the figure seemed to be a woman. She wore a dark cloak that covered the majority of her body, a mask covered the upper half of her face while the lower half showed she had rather pale skin as dark green bangs framed her face. What was visible of her face showed a smirk as she looked down at the redhead. Bloom glared at the woman. "You," She growled. She knew she couldn't do anything, she was weak and tired. But she didn't want to give the vile woman the satisfaction.

Instead of being intimidated by the fairy of the dragon flame, the woman seemed to be amused. "That's all you're going to say? Pathetic." She sneered, before looking back to where her two loyal servants, a boy and a girl. Without saying a word, she made a gesture that the two understood immediately as one of the servants, the boy, suddenly ran past the woman and through the mirror, giving Bloom a hard kick to the stomach. "See! I told you to surrender and join me to make this easier for all of us, but did you all listen? No! You still had to preach about friendships and love and good and all that pathetic jargon. You're all so pathetically stubborn to the point where I had to do things the hard way," She muttered as Bloom coughed violently.

"I...I will never surrender!" Bloom said defiantly in between coughs.

The woman looked down at her, unconvinced. "Sure." She said dryly, before looking back to one of the servants left behind her, the girl, who looked quite restless as she wanted to join her brother. With another wordless gesture, a maniacal grin entered the young girl's expression as she ran past the woman, through the mirror, and right at Bloom with something in hand.

The last thing Bloom saw was a familiar blue orb coming at her.

-After-

The next morning, Liz woke up to a loud crash nearby. With half-lidded eyes and a bird's nest she called her hair, she suddenly sat up. She muttered incoherent jargon at first, something about maids leaving her alone and how there was this revolutionary invention called privacy before she realized she was not in the comfort of her queen-sized bed inside her luxurious room that she never asked for located in the grand palace of Eraklyon and was instead in the comfort of her comfy single bed in her room she shared with a roommate located in Alfea College for Fairies.

"I'm okay!" Someone suddenly called out, which she recognized as her roommate Emma. Liz looked around the room for her, well, roommate, but found no one. She pinched her nose, is this one of her weird hallucinations again? Ever since she was a child, she always experienced odd dreams and hallucinations, and no one knew why. She was brought to the doctor's several times just in case she had schizophrenia or any other mental illnesses but she was fortunately negative of those things, she was also checked for any magic-related ailments or disorders but overall she was a normal and healthy child. People just assumed she had a hyperactive imagination and let it slide. Though it waned a bit as she got older, she still experiences it from time to time, which can suck.

A thud was heard right next to Emma's nightstand, followed by a whine of pain from the aforementioned girl. Some more shuffling and thuds can be heard before Emma suddenly stood up, her hair a tangled mess and her face showed a panic expression as she attempted to pull her apparently knotted blanket from her neck to prevent herself being suffocated. The girl was dead unless she did something. "Emma, d-do you need any help-?"

Emma pulled her blanket from her neck with a triumphant grunt. She threw the piece of fabric onto her bed with a cheer and looked back at her roommate. "Oh, good morning, Liz!" She said, but upon noticing Liz's odd looking expression, her shoulders slumped. "Err, I'm sort of a really...messy sleeper and blankets get tangled on me a lot. I kind of forgot about it when I woke up so I tripped while getting out of bed." She explained sheepishly. "This happens a lot, just a warning." She smiled.

"Okay?" Liz got out of bed in a more graceful manner than her roommate, yawning. Yesterday was rather more...uneventful than she thought. She and the rest of her suite mates simply talked in the common room about random things that eventually escalated to a full blown debate about politics, and after that, she and Emma went to the orientation and nothing pretty much happened other than some fairies recognizing her as their idol's daughter. "What time is it?"

"It's breakfast time! I'm starving!" Emma answered cheerily. Liz looked at her with a frown at her not-so-helpful input. "Well, it's about seven in the morning, so we have to get ready to get to the cafeteria early before we run out of seats. I can't function well without anything in my stomach, so..." Emma rubbed her head.

Liz hesitantly looked at her, then back at the bed, then back to her, as if she was hesitating whether to get ready already like Emma said or just sleep for a few more moments and just go to classes without breakfast. She pursed her lips, it was the first day, after all. It wouldn't really hurt to just skip the few more minutes of sleep she can have in exchange for possible delicious eggs and bacon. She sighed as she looked back at her rooommate, who was now seated in front of her dresser's mirror to fix her hair.

"Sure." Liz eventually said. Emma looked away from the mirror and smiled.

...

"I wonder what it is..."

Celine looked down at a small ball-like object. It was barely the size of her palm and it seemed to be made out of metal by the way it shined, it was also unusually heavy and something rattled whenever she shook it. She furrowed her brows, this was apparently her father's 'welcome back to school' gift for her, and the man didn't even bother with something like a letter to explain what the strange object does. What a useless object from a useless father, she thought.

"Hey, y'know, if you don't have any use for it, then you know who to give it to," Max said as she came out of the bathroom, drying her hair as she pointed to herself with a grin. She was aware of Timmy's useless presents to his children as if he didn't know a thing about them at all, so when Cel's father gave her a limited edition portable stereo that wasn't out yet at the time, Cel, not exactly interested in music, instead gave, or rather, tossed it to Max, who in turn squealed like a little kid during Christmas. "I can use it to chuck at annoying people."

"How about I chuck you out the window first, Max," Cel snapped, barely glancing at her roommate. Usually, she would just throw something away she deemed useless or give it to someone else as she didn't care for sentimental value, but why did she feel like this...thing would be important one day? "I'm going to keep it. It's weird and I can chuck it at you whenever you're annoying." She decided.

Max frowned at her roommate but instead of retorting something mean, she instead sat down on her bed and checked her phone. Lots of messages flooded her notifications as always, many were her friends messaging her about some juicy story or just some memes, others were her older friends back at Melody was messaging how they missed her already, and the rest were some boys flirting with her. She ignored all of these messages and chose to look for one message from her father. She had messaged him in hopes of talking to him again, as it's been nearly two years since Riven had left his own two children and went into one of his many adventures without looking back, sure he had been absent for longer than that but still.

Nothing. She sighed, as always. Why was she still surprised? Riven was Riven, after all. Even in his youth, he was still a jackass to their mother and everyone around him, or so Hoboe told his two grandkids. Of course, it wouldn't be as different as when he would have been a father. But still...the guy was barely in her and Rhys' life, the least he could do was give them a message every now and again. She glanced at the nearby mirror, was the reason why Riven left them was because they reminded him too much of their mother? She looked a lot like her mother, after all, with the exception of her eyes and other minor, unnoticable features. Though Rhys looked like a carbon copy of his father, his skin was lighter and he had his mother's eyes, sharing her love with music as well, both of them did. She frowned at the mirror, before turning away.

"Wanna get breakfast? I heard they're serving waffles." Max suddenly asked as she stood up. Cel hesitantly placed down her...thing in the drawer of her nightstand before nodding.

...

"Lans, what did I tell you about consuming caffeine?" Brittany asked cautiously at her roommate, who held a cup o' joe as she organized the things she needed for the school year. The princess sat in front of her dresser, brushing her luscious hair and applying some makeup to make her look presentable for the first day of senior year. Despite looking like quite a normal and...stable girl, Lana actually had a caffeine problem that started last year. It was understandable at first to see Lana holding a cup of coffee every once in a while as classes were stressing, but it got so bad to the point where Lana's fingers were visibly shaking and on her trashcan were nothing but empty coffee cups.

Lana, barely looking at her roommate, rolled her eyes. "it's fine, Brit. Coffee wouldn't hurt every once in a while if you're stressed."

"During midterms, I can understand, but this is the first day of school, what can you possibly be stressed about in classes that consist of nothing but introductions to the subjects we're going to learn?" Brittany asked. She really was concerned for her roommate's wellbeing. For someone who was so concerned about how her friends are doing and preach about taking care of oneself, Lana doesn't seem to take care a bit about what she's putting in her body in an attempt to stay awake.

She didn't know what to say, "Err...I'm preparing for what will stress me out in the future?"

"That's ridiculous!" Brittany argued. "Seriously, if I find you with another cup later this day, I won't hesitate to tell Nurse Ophelia about it."

Lana merely shrugged as she glanced at her roommate. "What are you applying makeup for, anyway?" She asked with a raised brow. "It's not like we're still freshmen where we have to leave good first impressions, you know. Everyone pretty much knows the great and majestic Princess Brittany of Solaria."

Brittany rolled her eyes as she looked into the mirror. "I don't know; it's just a habit. Makeup makes me feel better about myself, I guess."

"But you are already pretty, Brit." Lana shrugged as she carried her textbooks. "I don't think you need that much makeup."

"Aww, thank you," Brittany gushed at her roommate, before turning back to the mirror as she applied lipstick. "I guess I'll just do the necessities then."

Lana smiled at her, "Hurry up though before our seats get taken and we run out of breakfast."

"'Kay!"

...

"So, what's your first class?" Emma drank the remaining of her orange juice as she looked at Liz, who sat across from her in the dining hall during breakfast. Many students chattered with one another, keeping up with what their friends did during the summer, while others stuffed food inside their mouths in a hurry as they arrived quite late. Their other four suitemates were nowhere near them as they already split ways by the time they reached the door. They already had their group of friends apparently.

The ones nearest to them so far, Max and Cel, were with quite a rowdy bunch as they sang some current pop song so haphazardly it was as if they were tone deaf, many freshmen were bothered by this but what can they do, while other sophomores and seniors just ignored the loud group as they were pretty much used to it. Brittany was with a bunch of fellow princesses and other reputable fairies, giggling amongst themselves as they drank tea, Lana sat with them as well but only conversed with very few of them. So, realizing that neither of them fit in one clique or another, just sat on the edge of one of the tables with other timid freshmen. They seem nice.

Liz put down her fork and looked at a piece of paper, squinting her eyes as she did so. "Met...metam..err, Professor Wizgiz's class." She replied, giving up with the pronunciation. "What about you?"

"Ooh, I heard he's a very fun professor," Emma said. "Anyways, I'm having Potionology, which I really love. A really good start for the school year, if you ask me!"

"I guess," Liz shrugged.

Emma's smiled dropped at Liz's lack of enthusiasm, but it soon came back. "Here's to a good school year!" She cheered, raising her cup up. Liz and some other freshmen looked up at her with surprise.

Eventually, Liz smiled as well, toasting her cup with Emma's. "A good school year."

...

Maybe it was not going to be a very good school year after all.

Liz looked around anxiously, everyone seemed to have a very good idea to where they're going. Sure, she had a vague idea to where to go but she sort of forgot. She sighed, she and Emma had already split ways by the time she already found her classroom, so she was on her own. Thankfully, she eventually did find it. Eventually, right at the moment classes were about to start. The moment she opened the door to her class, all eyes were on her, even the professor, currently in the form of an elephant, stopped his introducion and looked to where Liz stood.

"Um, hi?" Liz squeaked with a bashful smile. The class continued to be silent until the room exploded into whispers.

"Is that her?" One student whispered to another.

"Probably. Look at her hair, does that not scream 'Queen Bloom' to you?" Another replied.

"For Bloom's daughter, she doesn't seem to look much."

"Heh. I bet she's snobbish and arrogant, being the daughter of such a legend and all."

"I know right? Just look at the other daughters of the Winx! If the real Winx were here, I bet they'd be real disappointed."

Liz frowned and blushed at the words being spoken about her, she looked down and quickly tried to find a vacant seat, to which she did as she sat on a seat on the front row. More people whispered about her as she tried blocking it out, instead whipping out a notebook and a pen that she doodled whenever she was distressed. Professor Wizgiz frowned at the whisperings and clapped his hands, silencing the class. "Alright now, stop yer chit-chattering." He said, glancing at the redheaded girl sympathetically, before turning back to the rest of the class. "For the late Lucy's out there, again, I'm-"

She barely listened to the professor's introductions about him and the subject he was going to teach as she was too busy doodling...something. What was she doodling? She didn't know. She felt she wasn't in control of herself as she drew...her eyes squinted...a mirror? She was confused, usually she would doodle fire or hearts or something, but not a mirror. Wait...she was doodling something in the mirror...a woman, perhaps? A woman she had never seen before, in fact. But why? She blinked as she looked down at her piece, utterly confused.

She heard the professor call her name and she looked up, finding a floating mirror in front of her. Seeing that the students are now paying attention, Wizgiz elaborated more on their very first activity: changing one's hair color.

Liz grabbed on to the small hand mirror hesitantly, still bothered by her odd looking doodle. She had never doodled anything similar to that before. Why a mirror? Who was that woman? Why? She shook her head.

Probably just a coincidence.

...

Meanwhile, somewhere very far away, sat a certain woman in her Game of Thrones-esque, well, throne as she watched some events unfold in the form of a magical mirror. The upper part of her face was covered by her cloak and a mask as she rubbed her chin in interest. "Hoo..." She said in interest, watching a certain redhead try to change her hair color, with little success. She reclined back on her seat, "Don't tell me that that pathetic girl and her friends are gonna stop me. She can't even perform a simple spell!" She said amusingly. "This is why prophecies are a load of complete, utter horse shit. A shame that everyone still believes in that bull crap, maybe then I wouldn't be convinced that the world isn't worth crap and need to be destroyed." Her eyes darkened when she said that.

"Oh well, it's their fault for fighting for a lost cause, master." One of the servants that each stood beside her, the girl, piped up.

"Right!" The other one, the boy, nodded.

"I suppose," Their Master shrugged. She glanced at the mirror one more time, pursing her lips. "Though as much as I'm convinced I'll easily eliminate them, there's still a small chance they'll be victorious in the end." She said, rubbing her chin.

The two loyal servants looked at one another. "What do we do then, master?" The girl asked.

Their master tried thinking of something, and eventually, she did as her face suddenly lit up. "Arte, Pollo," She called out, and as if on cue, the twin servants ran in front of their master, ready to serve her every command.

"Yes, master?" They both chorused with grins, their every move synchronized with one another. Despite fifteen years had already passed, the young twins looked like they haven't aged a day, whether it'd be physically or mentally. The wicked sister still had her chubby cheeks and the stupid brother was still as stupid as ever.

The woman looked at her servants, her usual tired looking eyes that contained all the hardships and overwhelming hate inside of her suddenly softened as she smiled at the two children.

"Wanna play a game?"

Author's notes: LOL what even is pacing? But seriously, is it too early to *somewhat* introduce the villain or? Pacing isn't exactly my forte so feel free to tell me if the pacing is too fast or too slow. I just want to introduce the villain already as the 'Back to School' dance is where the plot *really* starts, also it's where the boys will show up (I'm so sorry for not including them so far). Also by the way, for those who read FFY, it's going to be updated soon as well :)

Also about the villain: No she's not Tinkerbell from WoW. Just because she has green hair doesn't mean she's Selina either. She's not related to any of the canon characters.

Trivia for the chapter: Dad!Riven is sort of based off of Papa!Sasuke from Naruto. Except Sasuke didn't leave his family out of despair, but for a mission, I think? Or was it redemption, I don't remember, it's been a while since I've read Gaiden. And I guess you could say that Sky (and Timmy too I guess) is sort of like Naruto as a dad, barely has time for his kids which caused one of them to act up.

So, questions. What happened to the Winx? Who is the villainous woman and what are her motives? Can you guess any plot devices in this chapter that will obviously be important to the plot later on? I sure hope not *nervous laughter*. Why are most of the Specialists such terrible fathers? Two of those four questions will be answered soon! I guess.

'Till next time!