Bright Lights, Black City

by xMidnightDreamsx

AU. Bloom had grown up in a blissful but magicless world of planet Earth, unaware of her true origins. Until one day at the tender age of sixteen, Bloom is attacked by a dangerous magical creature and thus is rescued by a wizard. Unexpectedly, Bloom is thrown into a mystical worlds of fairies, wizards, and heroes, but she finds herself drawn to Valtor.

13. The Magical Reality Exam

Chapter Thirteen

"The Magical Reality Exam"

Icy was pissed—no not just pissed off, but livid at the humiliation caused by the fairies who called themselves the Winx Club. In particularly at a certain redhead fairy named Bloom. It had made her grind her teeth together, the temperature dropping rapidly, as frost crystals had formed all over her metal bed rims.

That pathetic, weak, little fairy who could barely cast a simple spell had managed to single handily defeat her—throwing her out of the sky with such powerful force that she'd never experienced from before.

No little freshman fairy. . . but Bloom wasn't just an ordinary girl coming from planet Earth. No. She wielded the ultimate power of the Dragon Flame. It seemed to her, that Bloom had displayed more control over her magic and had advanced in her combating skills as if she were being specifically trained.

It had infuriated Icy.

"I never been so publicly humiliated by a fairy!" Icy ranted over her encounter with Musa, who struck her hand out on her and Bloom had decided to wipe the floor with her—her eyes burning with much hatred. "Oh, I will get my revenge on the Winx! That's a promise!"

Darcy had side-glanced her sister who was still fuming—lifting a thin eyebrow—before diving back into the book again, ignoring her childish tantrum Icy was displaying at the moment.

Stormy, unlike Icy, was rather quiet, but there was traces of faint sizzling sparks that had erupted from her fingertips, indicated that Stormy was annoyed. "I still don't get why you're reading this book. . . like what kind of information could possibly be there that we don't know of already."

"Let me finish reading, Stormy." Darcy had her finger placed on a specific page—her hazel brown eyes had lit up, fascinated by the information she was reading in that particular chapter.

"The Company of Light was said to be a group of powerful, brave warriors, the best of the heroes, the wizards, fairies and even sorcerers, who fought against the evilest of creatures that the Magic Dimension had ever seen. It was founded by Crown Prince Oritel and Princess Marion and the notable members of the Company of Light were their closest friends and allies: Faragonda, Griffin, Saladin, Hagen. . .etc..

The Company of Light had one of their greatest battles against Valtor of all times. Valtor, was a no ordinary wizard, for he was a carrier of the dark Dragon Flame. When the Great Dragon had created the Magical Universe, a small spark of its flame fell into the darkness. The darkness then mixed with the power of the flame; thus, it was discovered by the three Ancient Witches.

The witches had molded the flame into a shape of a man and called him Valtor. Under the Ancient Witches, Valtor was dispatched to conquer all the worlds of the Magic Dimension. . ."

Darcy had finally placed the book aside on the nightstand—appearing rather stunned. She couldn't believe what she had discovered about Headmistress Griffin.

Darcy had never once thought that Headmistress Griffin of all people would be friends with fairies and sorcerers and allies of noble people who fought against evil and especially against the Ancestral Witches—her own ancestors. Her brain had a hard time accepting the idea that Griffin may secretly have a soft side.

During her two years at Cloud Tower, Griffin had never once appeared to show any interest in wanting to be friends with Faragonda, despite the kind Alfean headmistress sending out an invitation right before the start of the new school year, but of course, Griffin had refused, and preferred her students to cause havoc and trouble instead—making the fairies weep into heavy tears.

"Icy, did you know that Headmistress Griffin was a part of the Company of Light?" Darcy said cautiously, side-glancing her sister.

"What are you talking about Darcy?" Icy looked unamused, almost scoffing at Darcy's scandalous words. "Headmistress would never be allies with the side of the light especially with fairies."

Darcy had snorted. "Apparently Headmistress Griffin is a part of the group and not only that, but she fought against our ancestors."

Stormy had spluttered in outrage. "What? Do you know what you're implying Darcy? It means that our very own headmistress betrayed her own kind. It's unforgivable."

"And get this," Darcy's brown-hazel eyes had lit up dangerously. "There's also another powerful wizard who possesses the Dragon Flame but the darker aspect of it."

Icy had quirked a single eyebrow. "Darker aspect? You mean to tell me that there's someone with the dark version of the Dragon Flame?"

Stormy was absorbed by Darcy's words, even she too, had appeared to be quite shocked, but interest had filled her teal-blue eyes. A smirk forming on her plum-colored lips. "And who is this so-called wizard?"

"His name is Valtor."

"Valtor." Icy hummed thoughtfully, as she had waved her hand—the book floating towards her. She had flipped to the chapter that discussed all about the Company of Light and the enemies they had vanquished under their hands.

Icy had scanned for the wizard, named Valtor—her eyes had widened—a delighted, smile tugged her lips. Her finger was carefully tracing the descriptions of the man.

This couldn't be a mere coincidence.

Icy had recognized his face from the Day of Rose, when she and her sisters had been sitting in the bar, in Magix, discussing plans on how to steal the Dragon Flame.

The wizard's face had flashed before her eyes. . . the stretched smirk on his face once he had accidentally bumped into her which caused Icy to snap at him for being an asshole and not apologizing for colliding into her.

"Hold on, I've seen that man from before. . ." the words had easily slipped off Icy's tongue—no wonder why he looked so familiar as if she had seen that wizard from before.

"It's impossible. Oritel and Marion were the ones to seal him away in the Omega Dimension." Darcy replied, though she had flinched at the idea of being trapped in the Omega Dimension for all eternity—by being encased in ice—giving the wizard one of the harshest punishment of all times.

Icy's frown had deepened, despising the royal couple even more than she'd initially thought, as they had irritated the hell out of her. She knew that they were going to be problematic to deal with if they were mentioned to be incredibly powerful and with allies to boot.

"Maybe it was someone that looked like him, Icy." Stormy suggested.

Icy clicked her tongue, scrunching up her nose. "I doubt it."

Icy hardly mistaken anyone's appearance and she was certain it was the same dark wizard, Valtor that had been mentioned by the Company of Light—their arch nemesis.

---

Prince Sky hadn't been getting along with Riven ever since the incident that took place during the festival in Magix City. Riven taking the side of the Trix, in particular Darcy, the second to youngest out of the Trix with Icy being the oldest. In class, Riven had been extra grumpy and snappy, unhappy with dealing with his squad during their class activities.

Sky had walked out of his private shower with the towel wrapped around his head, wearing his silky navy-blue pajamas. He was gently drying his long blond hair, taking a seat on his cushioned bed, letting out a dramatic huff. Today had been such a difficult but tedious day that had left him with no room for any break especially with physical exams nearing around the corner.

Sky, ripped out of thoughts, had shifted his deep blue eyes had shifted onto his nightstand where his phone was buzzing. He picked up to see the ID caller, and it was none other than, a girl named Diaspro.

Princess Diaspro of Eracklyon.

His fiancée.

Sky had casted a quick look to see the picture frame of him and Diaspro, dressed to the nines—it was a picture of their engagement party. The girl had a short, curvy figure. Her long blond hair was in beautiful soft curls. Her honey-hazel eyes were lit in happiness, as Diaspro held onto Crown Prince Sky's arm, her red-rosy lips stretched across her face in a smile. The elegant sleeveless red gown shimmered under the bright rays of the sun.

Dreadfulness had filled his stomach entirely.

Sky had almost forgotten that he had a fiancée back on Planet Eracklyon. Cold shivers had ran down his spine as the image of Bloom came to his mind.

He slid his finger across the screen—answering Diaspro's call.

Within a second, a hologram image of Princess Diaspro had popped up before Sky, masking on a fake smile, as if he were happy to see her again.

"Hello Diaspro," Sky said.

"Oh, Sky! It's been like forever since we last talked," Diaspro had gushed in such a girly-tone that made Sky wince.

He had let out a nervous chuckle. "Yes, it's been forever. You know how it is in Red-Fountain, busy with classes and the professors hardly leave you with any breaks. . ."

"But that doesn't mean you don't give your loving fiancée a weekly call, especially on the weekend, Sky," Diaspro said thoughtfully. "I miss seeing you and hearing about your day."

Prince Sky was red in the face—utterly flustered. "Yes, I should've been more attentive on the matter. . . but I do promise to call you more often, love. So how was your day? I hope it wasn't too harrowing."

"I assure you it wasn't harrowing at all Sky, in fact, I had a lovely day." Diaspro had expressed utter enthusiasm about how her day went. "Your parents had invited me and my family out to your family's lake house over the weekend and the view was impeccable. . ."

Diaspro had rambled on about how his beautiful mother had treated her and what she would expect from a future daughter-in-law, meanwhile, his father Erendor had been in a lengthy discussion with her father, and older brother—going over proposals, laws, and signing treaty—which had simply bored the hell out of Sky.

Sky, unable to fight off his tiredness, had allowed a yawn to slip from his mouth—indicating that he was about to doze off before Diaspro had managed to call it a night. Once Sky had ended the call with his fiancée, he had simply collapsed on his bed—groaning out of annoyance.

Sky had peaked up to see that his roommate, Brandon had walked into the dorm room, in which they both had shared.

Recognizing the expression that Prince Sky had worn on his face had meant one thing to Brandon. Sky had appeared downright annoyed. He blinked his brown eyes, lifting a thick eyebrow. "Diaspro?"

"Yup."

"And does she want something from you?" Brandon said, appearing rather skeptic of the entire ordeal of the phone call.

"No. She was simply checking in, asking me about my day, and Diaspro telling me about her day. My mother is really set on seeing us being the future King and Queen of Eracklyon. . ." Sky had simply dazed off—looking to the ceiling of the room. "But. . ."

Brandon was concerned about Sky's genuine feelings about Princess Diaspro. "But. . . what Sky? You seem to be thinking of something else."

"I'm having doubts about Diaspro. . ." Sky frowned deeply. "I mean, she's nice, considerate, and a well brought up girl to be Eracklyon's future queen. . ."

He was starting to contemplate on the whole engagement situation with the girl. Sky had never out rightfully object to his parents idea's notion at all. Sky had supposedly been naïve back then, just going along with his mother and father's plans, never giving a thought about it.

But now. . . the more Sky thought about it. . . the more he realized that he had never had much of a choice of his own or having a taste of freedom. Ever since attending Red-Fountain, Sky's perspective had slowly changed knowing that he had more freedom compared to when he was back on Eracklyon. He didn't have his parents fluttering over his head, making every decision for him and controlling every aspect of his life.

Bloom was the first thing that had popped into his mind. She was funny. Beautiful. Had a cute little personality. Headstrong. And simply. . .different from all the other girls he'd met in his life. . . who mostly chasing after his good looks, his money, and his status.

Bloom was different and was the first girl he'd met and personally formed an opinion on her without his parents being involved in the matter, unlike his current situation with Diaspro. She was real. But of course, there was nothing wrong with Diaspro.

The girl was a polite, beautiful, respectable, and even admirable with the things she displays, but Sky had never felt any genuine sparks between him and the girl. There wasn't any of that 'romantic' or 'love' sparks from the get-go.

It was an arranged marriage formed by his parents King Erendor and Queen Samara due to having a close relations and being allies with Diaspro's high noble parents Lord Jasper and Lady Aria Winters. And even, his own parents had been in an arranged marriage—though it had worked out tremendously well—by his paternal grandparents King Lysander and Queen Amber.

Was he really destined to take the very same path as Erendor and Samara without his own input on things? What if Sky had wanted something different out of life? What if he wanted to make his own choices?

Brandon had casted a glance at his prince. He lifted a thick-brown eyebrow, pursing his lips together as if he'd read Sky's mind. "You like Bloom, don't you? I kinda noticed that especially on the Day of the Rose."

Sky was scarlet in the face. "Sort of I think . . . and its whenever I'm around her, I feel different and in a good way. With Diaspro, I really don't get this feeling. . ."

Brandon had looked at Sky, sympathetically, knowing that Sky was developing strong feelings for Bloom. "So, what are you going to do about it, Sky? You parents aren't easily persuaded."

Sky had let out a heavy, annoyed sigh. "I know Brandon, and I'll have to come up with a reasonable explanation. I don't know why they have to be so frustrating. . ."

---

Ever since the incident back in Magix, Bloom had never been more thankful in her entire life for having such wonderful friends backing her up and taking her side. In so many ways, Bloom no longer had to keep her identity a secret from the Winx, as it had been quite bothersome for her.

Tecna, had been fascinated by the entire ordeal and kept buzzing Oritel and Marion with endless of historical questions in a curious and gentle manner in which they had kindly responded to Tecna's questions.

Stella had been quite happy with the idea that there was another princess in the group that she could share her wisdom with. . . and the idea of helping Bloom polishing into her princess etiquette with the approval of Oritel and Marion who thought of it as being a great idea.

Bloom couldn't help but shot Stella a piercing glare for her slippery suggestion. Taking a class on etiquette by Professor Misty had made Bloom feel even more overwhelmed by the world of royalty and with Stella to help her. . . and because of that Flora had to help with managing to destress Bloom at times with her famous herbal teas. Boom had suspected there had to be some sort of calming spell or something. . . that had made her feel at peace and completely relaxed.

Bloom could tell that Musa was somewhat a little sensitive regarding the situation with Riven and it was best that no one would mention his name whenever Musa was around.

December had rolled around the corner, much to Bloom's bafflement as Magix's temperature had stayed fairy consistent, despite somedays being cloudy, windy, and at times heavy rain pouring down over the magnificent city.

There was no need for any sorts of sweaters or toasty clothing's just like back in Gardenia, but a simple-thin sleeved shirt was good enough. And Bloom had truly missed the cold, wet, wintery months as she wasn't accustomed to living in a place that only had one season all year long.

The cool breeze had brushed against Bloom's face, as she had let out another yawn—walking across Alfea's courtyard to get to her next class along with the rest of her friends. Professor Palladium's class was the only exam that she and her friends had left thankfully after the long painful week of being drowned in exams.

Oritel and Marion hadn't made it any easier on her or the class as Bloom could still feel the aching in her lower back and thighs terribly or it could be the fact that she was nearing her time of month—leaving her all drained out of energy. Bloom hated feeling dead tired especially when the day had barely started.

"Bloom. . ." Stella said for nearly the fifth time this morning, trying to catch her best-friend's attention. ". . .Bloom. . ." Bloom was pulled out of her distracted thoughts, glancing at Stella and the rest of the girls.

"You haven't been hearing a single word I've been saying, right?" Stella had her arms crossed over her chest, letting out a dramatic puff.

Bloom was pink in the face—smiling rather sheepishly. "Sorry Stella. I was distracted in my own thoughts. So, what were you talking about?"

"I've noticed that you've been glued to your phone all morning. Hmmm . . . I wonder why?" Stella lifted a single blond eyebrow at Bloom—her hazel eyes flickering back and forth, as if trying to read Bloom's facial expression. A flicker of a grin tugged at Stella's peachy lips.

"What?" Bloom tried to play dumb, but it wasn't catching onto the girls especially knowing Stella's sadistic smile.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me Bloom. It doesn't work on me. I'm guessing a certain someone with blonde hair and blue eyes is involved?"

Bloom felt the heat rush to her cheeks—blushing—shaking her head to the side, dismissing such an idea.

"It's the look on your face sweetie and I'm betting he's asking something really personal about you. . ." Stella teased. "Maybe he's asking you out on a date?"

At this being said, Bloom had nearly spluttered the words out, but unfortunately for her no words could spill from her mouth to prove that Stella had the wrong idea.

"What? Brandon isn't asking me on a date. Like I said we're just friends. . ."

"Do you know how much of a terrible liar, you are Bloom." Musa had a smirk on her face. "I refuse to believe the whole friendship idea with Brandon, and I bet on the dragons you have a little crush on him."

Tecna and Flora was watching the scene unfold before their own eyes out of curiosity as to what Bloom had to say but seeing her being speechless had confirmed to them that what Stella had suggested to be true and even Musa had called out on Bloom's bullshit of an excuse.

"Brandon simply asked me if I wanted to go on a walk tonight around Red-Fountain." Bloom said bluntly.

"Ohhhh, that does sound like a date to me, Bloom." Musa had whooped—her dark blue eyes sparking with much excitement.

"But this isn't a date though." Bloom tried to point out. "I mean, this a normal thing on Earth unless this means differently in Magic Dimension."

"Maybe." Stella said thoughtfully. "But Brandon is definitely crushing hard on you, and him asking you out, means he's considering more than friendship on his mind."

Bloom facepalmed—knowing that none of her friends would believe her.

"While this whole thing is cute that Brandon is asking you out, but we have more pressing matters to talk about." Tecna said matter-of-factly. "Like the Magical Reality Chamber."

"Magical Reality Chamber?" Bloom was actually lost in what Tecna was telling her. Bloom had recalled that Professor Palladium discussing one of the important exams that was going to be taken in the chambers a couple of weeks.

"You haven't been paying attention in class have you Bloom?" Tecna had frowned.

Bloom was rather embarrassed, but she had a lot of things piling over her plate between training, devouring her realm's history, her bloodline. It hadn't been easy for to divide her attention on all those things at once and especially with her parents looming over her grades—making sure that Bloom was on top of things.

"Professor Palladium is finally going to take us all into the famous simulation room, but I for one think it is the most amazing bit of news." Musa explained rather eagerly as she was looking forward to the Magical Reality in Professor Palladium's class.

"And Professor Palladium had offered to meet with the class this afternoon to go over what it is expected in the exam. I've heard that there's going to be two choices that we get to pick. . ." Tecna said.

"I've heard that some really cool things happen in that place," Stella commented, as she was filing at her pink nails.

"Yeah," Flora had sighed heavily as fear had sparked in her jade-green eyes, appearing rather distressed about the exam that was going to be taking place in the simulation room. She bit her lips nervously while glancing at the girls. ". . . and I've heard some horrifying stories happening in that place as well."

Tecna easily sensing Flora's distress and had calmly placed her hand on Flora's shoulder, reassuring her. "You shouldn't let that scare you, Flora. After all they are merely stupid rumors. I mean, what could possibly ever happen to you in there."

Flora's expression had relaxed, although it hadn't meant any of her worries had vanished completely. "How silly of me to be worried about something like that Tecna. After all the professor is going to be watching us. . ."

The fairy of nature had turned her attention onto the Solarian Princess, remembering that Stella had been here last year, and the girl should know from her own experiences.

"Say Stella, you were here last year, shouldn't you at least have the slightest idea of what's going to be on the exam?" Flora was simply curious.

Stella was instantly caught off guard by Flora's words—her face going red beat.

"From what I know it changes every year. . . so I'm as clueless as much as you as to what's going to be on the exam. Last year we had to fight off some low-level witches and breaking their cursed spells or there was another choice to cure a prince from dark magic."

Bloom grinned. "And I have to know, what did you pick Stella?"

"Of course, I had to pick freeing the prince from cursed magic." Stella shot Bloom with a proud smile. "I mean, those witches were quite ugly and how can I turn down an opportunity on saving a handsome prince, am I right?"

It had caused the group of girls to giggle knowing that it was the very Stella thing to do. The five fairies had walked across Alfea's courtyard and headed inside the school. They had walked the spiraling staircase all the way to the top of the tower, causing their legs to ache painfully. Bloom had spotted a tail of fairies who were also making there to the Magical Reality Chamber.

The room itself was quite small as Bloom had noted. They all had managed to cram inside, which was about fifteen to twenty fairies who were observing the functional lit-up keyboards. There was no single window, which caused Bloom to feel uncomfortable due to being in a tight and claustrophobic place. Her eyes had fallen on the large screen window that overlooked into the chambers.

This room had reminded Bloom of one of those sci-fi movies that she had watched with her parents back on Earth. It had a neat futuristic image.

Bloom finally noticed the presence of Professor Palladium standing in the center of the control units. A charming smile stretched across his face—pleased in seeing all his students in the stimulation room. She had noticed that there was no single fairy being late or usually slacking behind as Bloom might've suspected that they were all too eager about the upcoming exam.

"Hello girls," Professor Palladium greeted warmly. "May I have your attention on me as I'm certain that most of you are wondering about this place. Well, this is it, girls. This is the control room. . ." he had gently tapped the buttons on the keyboard, the lights within the chambers had lit up, followed by the door that slid wide open.

Bloom was amazed by such wondrous technology; she wasn't a fan of techno gadgets or anything of the likes, but this had impressed her. She had turned her attention on to Tecna who was clinging onto every word of the professor in fascination.

"Now follow me," Professor Palladium said, walking into the direct heart of chamber, followed by the students, one-by-one passing through the door. Many of the students had oohed at every part of the chambers in interest.

Musa for her part had her hand in the air.

"Yes, Musa." Professor Palladium called on her.

"Professor I was wondering, how are we going to be tested in the chamber?" Musa asked curiously.

"Excellent question, as you can see here. The chambers is the product of the most powerful magic and most sophisticated technology. The lights produce by these amber panels allows our powerful to create all types of virtual reality. . . " he rambled in excitement—pointing out to each specific feature of chambers.

"So—" Tecna said touching the hard, steel, walls in amazement. Her teal blue eyes drawing in every tiny details.

Stella had cut Tecna off—her hazel eyes lit up in enthusiasm. "So can you create any type of virtue reality in which one includes a romantic date with a prince as our exam?"

Amelia had narrowed her eyes at the Solarian Princess, scoffing at her ridiculous notion. "But aren't you already dating Prince Sky of Eracklyon? Hmmm I guess, one prince isn't enough to satisfy your desires—"

Stella's face had gone bright red as a tomato—throwing the girl a nasty glare. Her lips had twisted into a sneer. "I think you'd be the one needing it more than I do, Amelia."

"Why you insolent little br—" Amelia growled.

The two girls were at each other's grips as Bloom as trying to hold Stella back from accidentally hurting Amelia, while Amelia's two friends had supported her side.

"Stella! Amelia! If you two don't stop with your childish behavior, I will have no choice but to fail you and you'll face disciplinary actions. . ." Professor Palladium's brown eyes had flashed warningly.

"Yes professor," Stella and Amelia both mumbled apologetically for their unnecessary behavior and for disrupting the entire class.

The class was back in the control room.

The professor had given them quite a lecture as to how the exam would be taken, though most students were surprised by the effects of the simulation—meaning that anything they'd experience in the chambers, such as weather change, they would automatically feel it as if they were in the real world.

". . . the chambers is designed to test your strength, weakness and your abilities in how you would handle real life situations, but of course, we will never allow real harm come to any of you."

Flora had felt utterly relieved hearing those words flow out of the professor's mouth. She no longer need to worry about a thing. All what she had to do was to study and prepare for the exam.

Stella had nudged Tecna on the arm, grinning. "This must be toy land for you, right?"

Tecna had blushed at Stella's words, after all, seeing all those metallic panels covered in lit up buttons had her entranced and it was her specialty. "Yeah, it is wonderful . . ."

"Can you help me study for the exam Tecna? I'm in desperate need of passing the class. Pretty please?" Stella whispered.

Tecna lifted an eyebrow, noticing the pleading look that Stella was giving her; her lips curling into a desperate pout and muttering words like she needed extra practice. Tecna rolled her eyes, and had given in. "I'll help you study Stella."

"Oh, you're the best Tecna!" Stella cried.

"But you're going to have to put in the effort Stella." Tecna reminded.

"As of this year's exam, you'll be able to choose between two different tests. . ." Professor Palladium said as he begun typing onto the keyboards, revealing to the students the options that they would freely select to their own advantage. " . . . your first option is opposing a wicked witch and counteracting her spells with your defensive strategies and skills. And your second option would be fixing a damaged environment. The chambers will select a random realm for you to do your task."

"Hmmm. . . that one sounds like my area of expertise. Fixing a damaged environment is something I can easily do." Flora said warmly. "This is what I'm going to choose."

"Of course, being the fairy of nature and all you'll surely pass without even trying so hard . . ." Bloom chuckled.

Flora was pink in the face. "That might be true. And what about you Bloom?"

"Since I'm not an expert on nature, so I'll be opposing a witch." Bloom declared. "And I'll have to be going over my spells, battle stance, and counter spells."

Flora had given Bloom a nod of approval.

"This exam will focus on your knowledgeable skills, resources, and making sure that you all understand your magical elementals and how to use your magic to your full potential. It'll give me a clear understanding on where your level of strengths and weakness are as first year students." Professor Palladium elaborated with a serious expression. "And believe it or not, failing this exam is something you don't want to consider happening."

Failing the exam. . . Stella swallowed nervously—looking quite perplexed.

Stella had to be serious about passing her classes and not be so flimsy about it. Her parents wouldn't be pleased to hear that their daughter was failing for the second time and her mother would give her an earful lecture.

"You may bring any kind of potions or ingredients to help fix the uninhabitable environment, but unfortunately, you can't bring anyone with you. You'll all be facing the exam on your own, so better be prepared. Any questions?" Palladium said, glancing at the class for those who might have questions about the simulation exam.

Silence had befallen the entire class.

It had appeared to him that none of the girls had raised their hands, as they seemed to be discussing in groups. Even Tecna hadn't had her hand up like usual. Bloom was lost in her own thoughts—reflecting on her own strategies and spells.

"No one? I can't say I'm surprised, but since you don't have any questions for me." Palladium said, rather amused. "Anyways, your examination will begin on Friday right after lunch until dinner time. Each of you will have about half an hour to complete and we'll finish the rest on Saturday. Study hard."

With that being said, the class was dismissed for the rest of the day. It was nice of their professor to give them the rest of the day off to study for the exam. The Winx girls were walking through the corridors—back to their dorm.

"Flora since you're the fairy of nature, you've got to help me!" A distressed Stella had wept pathetically into her arms.

Bloom had rolled her eyes—chuckling at the princess' dramatic behavior. "You've got to study Stella. You can't slack off to the last minute and expect to pass."

Stella groaned. "But I hate studying Bloom. It doesn't come so easily to me."

"Oh, come on Stella," Musa reprimanded the girl for her lack of discipline when it comes to devoting her time to studying. "It's not all that bad to study unless you want to fail again."

"And remember what Professor Palladium said, it's crucial to pass this exam." Tecna mentioned.

"I know." Stella whined. "I suppose I could fix the environment. I can easily cast sunlight and rain which is essential for vegetations to grow. . ."

"That's a good start Stella," Flora pointed out delightedly.

"Yeah, but can you give me some of your potions and ingredients? You've got plenty of those laying around in your room?" Stella had pleaded with her puppy-dog like eyes that had made it resistible for anyone to ignore.

Bloom glanced at her phone. It was only three-thirty. She definitely had some time to study her notes and perhaps ask her parents for advice for the upcoming exam, before going out with Brandon on a walk tonight.

"Where are you going Bloom? Wait, Brandon wants to see you like right now?" Stella asked confusedly.

Bloom had shook her head. "No. That's not until like eight. I'm just going to ask my parents for some advice on my spells. . ."

Stella had a cocky smile. "You mean for the answers, right."

"Stella!" Bloom cried out much to her own horror—her face heating up entirely. "They're not that lenient on me just because I'm their daughter. They expect me to actually put in the work. You can't really wiggle your way out—"

"I know. I know, but you're not the only one who wants help." Stella said thoughtfully before glancing at her best-friend again, as if she'd already had decided on a solution. "I'm tagging along with you."

"Huh?" Bloom had let out a gasp, feeling Stella's hand latching onto her arm. "But it's not like they're experts on nature or anything like that. . ."

"Excuses. . . excuses. . . Bloom. I don't buy anything you're saying," Stella had shushed her before turning her head onto the rest of the Winx; a mischievous grin tugging her peachy lips. "I'm certain this is a befitting situation to ask for extra help, wouldn't you say?"

Bloom wasn't entirely sure what Stella was up too, and she didn't like it one bit. She could easily read from Stella's face that she had hatched some sort of idea or scheme in mind, especially with putting on a sly smile.

"That's not a bad idea. . ." Tecna pondered, agreeing with Stella's decision.

"It's the first time we actually see you being eager about something Stella. And you'd usually want something in return like some sort of bribery? Secret information. . ." Musa chuckled.

"What? How can you say that, Musa?" Stella had pretend to be offended by Musa's words. "I'm really being serious on passing the test. Why can't you believe me?"

"Because I don't."

Stella wasn't fooling Musa or Bloom for that matter as Flora was debated whether or not she was telling the truth.

Bloom curled her lips into a sadistic smirk. "Well then, I have no objections to you coming, but you better not complain a single word or hear you raving about my dad because that would make me feel uncomfortable. . ."

"I won't say a single word Bloom." Stella winked. "I promise."

Unbeknown to Bloom that Stella had her fingers curled into a false promise as the girls had continued to walk down the halls.

Bloom had finally arrived at the Left-Wing side of Alfea, at the current dorm where her parents were currently residing at. Bloom had gently placed her things on the side of the sofa and greeted her mother with a hug.

"I'm glad that you dropped by for a visit, Bloom. . ." Marion had a warm smile; her hand resting on her daughter's shoulders. Her green-emerald eyes and fallen on Bloom's friends who were being absorbed on the family photographs that were displayed. ". . . and I see you've brought your friends as well."

Bloom had turned on her heels to see that her friends were letting out small squeals and giggles under their breaths. She had let out a heavy sigh. "They were interested in taking some of your advice. . .but. . .I don't think they're actually being serious about it."

"I can see that they're interested in something else," Marion said thoughtfully, chuckling.

Flora's jade-green eyes had caught a particular photograph of Oritel and Marion that revolved around their wedding day.

Marion had her thick red hair up in an elegant bun with soft curls reaching her waist. Pearls were embedded in her hair—scattered all around—with a beautiful golden crown that gleamed. The sheer white-veil had covered her face—although the edges of the veil had a variety of floral lace patterns. Her make-up was done beautifully.

Marion's white gown had complimented her figure in pure elegance; and the sleeves were translucent with lace coating it everywhere. Jewelries had adorned her neck, wrists, and ears. Flora had seen the soft love reflecting on Marion's face as she had married the love of her life.

Oritel, in all of his majestic, had stood tall, strong, and handsome in his royal attire—consisting of deep maroon and gold. Oritel had his arms wrapped around his wife's waist. Flora's lips blossomed into a warm smile.

"Your wedding must've been really beautiful and magical."

It wasn't a question, but rather a bold statement.

"It truly was one of the best and magical day of my entire life, Flora." Marion reminisced on, with subtle hints of adoration for her husband reflecting in her eyes.

Flora had adored the idea of finding true love, after all, it was a beautiful thing.

"Awweeee this is such a cute baby picture of chubby Bloom," Stella had let out a squeal in delight—the smile expanding across her face—holding onto a picture that displayed a chubby Marion holding a newborn Bloom in her arms with Oritel resting his hand on his wife's shoulder—love burning brightly in his eyes over his family.

Bloom felt her entire face heat up. She should've known that her friends had planned something like this.

"How old was Bloom in this picture?" Stella asked out of curiosity.

"She was about two weeks old when we took that photo," Marion happily answered, as the memories of her infant daughter had resurfaced into her mind. "And tomorrow is her seventeenth birthday."

"What? And the fact that you didn't once mention that me. . ." Stella exclaimed dramatically.

It had amused Marion to a great extent to see that Stella was personally chiding Bloom. Bloom was struggling in fits of laughter under her friends' gazes as they had wished her an early happy birthday.

Flora had picked up a photo that showed Marion and young Bloom with bright colorful but messy paints all over their faces. It wasn't only their faces, but they were coated in paint, even the walls had splashes of color. Flora let out a small chuckle under her breath. She could see the unbreakable love between a mother and daughter. Tecna and Musa had loomed over Flora's shoulder.

"It seems like some sort of paint fight. . ." Tecna observed.

"And I think it was mom who initiated it first," Bloom said, trying to recall her childhood memories that seemed to be in blotches. ". . . by splattering paint all over me."

"If that's what you believe honey. . ." Marion said, crossing her arms over her chest, appearing in denial. ". . . you're the one who insisted on a paint fight. . ."

Bloom lifted an eyebrow at her mother—shaking her head to the side. She and Oritel weren't the only ones to cause trouble as much as Marion had believed to be, but it's what she'd like to let people on about. Marion had a wild streak at times, but it had always been so subtle, especially when Bloom had been younger.

"I didn't realize all of you girls were coming?" A much deeper voice had spoken from behind—startling the Winx, as their attention had turned towards the source of the noise to see that Oritel had arrived. He lifted a curious thick brow.

"Uh, you know, it was a last-minute decision type of thing." Stella piped up.

"Last minute decision?" Oritel had let out a chuckle—hardly believing it to be true. "What made you girls change your mind?"

"Hmmm. . . . well, you see. . . we're curious about Bloom's life on Earth since she really doesn't spill the beans. And do you have any embarrassing stories to tell us?" Stella drawled.

Bloom had frozen in her place, astounded by Stella's bold request—unable to blink her eyes—her entire face reddening, spluttering.

"Stella! I don't think that's the time for it. . ." Bloom chastised.

"Oh, that's rubbish Bloom," Oritel had easily dismissed her argument. "There's always time to talk about your childhood years."

Oritel had approached his wife's side, gently wrapping his arms around her shoulders. His gaze had fallen on a flustered Bloom who seemed to be slightly shaking her head in disapproval, almost begging of them not to say a word. Oritel was eager to share all his tales about his daughter.

Bloom had recognized the gleaming look on her father's face, fully knowing that he was unable to resist of not giving in to her friends' demand. Even her own mother had appeared to share the same thoughts as Oritel, as if she had considered Stella's words.

"And I don't see any reason why we wouldn't share Bloom's life with you. . ." Marion said, a sly smile creep on her lips. ". . . since you're all here."

"Mom. Please don't. . ." Bloom whined, sounding like a six years old girl instead of sixteen. She had caught the glimpse of her friends' curious expressions and grumbled under her breath out of irritation. ". . . this is so humiliating. . ."

"Come on Bloom, I'm pretty sure that you're not the only one who has embarrassing. . . there's no reason for you to be like this," Flora had tried to calmly reassure a distressed Bloom. "I think it's fun to know how you grew up on Earth and I'm certain that your parents had their embarrassing moments as well. Earth isn't like the Magic Dimension, and I'm sure there's no royalty either. . . and had to learn through trials and errors. . ."

Bloom felt a little comforted by Flora's words. Flora in so many ways had wise wisdom beyond her age, which had made Bloom greatly appreciate her.

The redhead princess slumped her shoulders once her parents had gotten into details that had made it unbearable for her to endure while her friends giggled and made silly remarks causing Bloom to groan at every aspect. The Winx were relishing the exquisite tales of Bloom's life on Earth, from her dorky childhood years to her awkward preteen years, her first period. . .

Bloom had wanted the ground to swallow her whole, disappearing into the darkness for all eternity. Her parents had always found subtle ways—whether it'd be direct or indirect ways—of managing to embarrass their own daughter in front of friends.

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Bloom was in her room changing into a different outfit that Stella had insisted on doing. Stella had nearly fainted when Bloom suggested that she was going to meet Brandon in a simple shirt and jeans that'd been wearing all day long and reprimanded her harshly for it.

Apparently, Stella had muttered that it wasn't proper to go out with Brandon dressed in her causal school clothes. Stella had gone through Bloom's wardrobe, assembling the perfect outfit—as she had an eye when it comes to fashion. Her outfit consisted of a pair of dark fitted jeans, a crop top turtleneck, with a pastel blue cardigan, with a pair of ankle boots.

Stella was on Bloom's bed, laying on her stomach. "I'd die out of humiliation if that'd ever happened to me. . ." she had rambled.

"Yeah, who wouldn't be. . . " Bloom muttered.

Though Bloom had felt somewhat offend at her mother for tampering with her memories when she'd been eleven, but then again, the situation itself had been for the very the best. It had annoyed her that her parents had constantly joked about it. Only bits and pieces of her memories had come flooding into her mind when Marion had given her and the Winx the full scope.

"Honestly that doesn't sound too bad Bloom." Musa chimed in. "I mean, I grew up with a single parent, a dad, who had to give me 'the talk' when transitioning into womanhood. . ."

"Don't beat yourself up for it. It was an accident, and it wasn't really your fault. . ." Tecna had tried cheer her up.

"And I'm pretty sure Stella had her awkward years. . ." Flora added.

"If you want revenge Bloom, you could always ask her parents when they come to the parent-teacher conference night, which is in a couple of weeks," Musa had suggested with a wicked grin.

Bloom's face had lit up—amused—liking the idea of getting back at Stella.

Stella's hazel eyes flung wide open in realization, instantly shooting Musa a harsh glare. "You wouldn't dare. . ."

"Oh, try me. . ." Bloom said with a cruel smile, while adjusting her hair into a ponytail. "It's only fair that I'd get even with you."

Bloom felt the phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out to see a text message from Brandon that made her cheeks flush brightly. Brandon was waiting for her at the front gates of Alfea. The sun hadn't dipped into the horizon yet, not until, another hour or so. It was the perfect time to walk with Brandon.

"Well. . . what do you think?" Bloom asked, standing in the mirror before turning to her friends.

"You look lovely." Flora said.

"If anything, Brandon's so not going to take his eyes off of you," Musa commented, causing Bloom to blush furiously.

Apparently, Bloom wasn't the only girl who met up with a specialist from Red-Fountain—although most of them were third years students who were practically jumping into the arms of their boyfriends.

Stella had a point, most of the fairies were overdressed—in tight skirts, crop tops, and some were even wearing frilly dress with their hair all curled up. A few others just like herself had dressed casually. Some of the Alfea fairies had took the bus that would take them to Red-Fountain (and Bloom was one of them). She stepped of the bus once it had halted in front of the majestic school for wizards, specialists, and heroes.

Her gaze had fallen on Brandon.

It had appeared to her that he was holding a leash and the dog was looking at Brandon affectionately, its tail wagging. Brandon had tickled the dog's chin playfully.

"Hi Brandon."

"Oh, hi Bloom." Brandon greeted her with a warm smile, though his eyes sweeping over her outfit. "You look really beautiful."

It had caused Bloom to blush. "Well, you're not so bad yourself."

Brandon was wearing a simple plain blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His wavy blond hair falling to his shoulders.

"And who is this?" Bloom curled her lips—her sapphire eyes shining with full interest. She had bended down to the dog's height—though the dog had nearly pounced on Bloom rather excitedly—trying to get a good sniff of Bloom. Bloom only laughed as she gently petted the dog's golden-brownish fur, eager for more.

"Lady, calm down. . . she's always so excited when meeting new people." Brandon scratched the back of his head.

"I can see that." Bloom said, her lips twisting into a grin as she eyed the dog. "Lady is such a beautiful name for a dog, Brandon."

"I can take that you're an animal lover." Brandon guessed, watching Bloom continuing to tickle Lady's chin delicately.

Bloom had pulled away from Lady and glanced at him. "I am. I always wanted a small cat, but unfortunately, I can't have any pets with fur."

"Why not?" Brandon was interested in what Bloom had to say. "Is your dad not a fan of animals?"

"He has a big soft heart towards animals, but unfortunately my mom is the one who's allergic to animals with fur." Bloom said with a frown.

"Oh, I didn't know that." Brandon had given her a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, I didn't know that until I rescued a cat and took it home with me." Bloom had reminisced on her memories of small little Lila. The ginger tabby cat had been about eight-week-old, lingering all around in the park, helplessly looking for some food. Bloom had managed to sneak the cat into her house—offering some food and water. "And it turns out my mom had a very bad allergic reaction to the cat. She sneezed like crazy, her body swelled up, and patches of hives were all over her skin. . ."

Brandon looked horrified. "That's horrible. How could they not tell you—"

"They did tell me Brandon, but I guess I was being stupid and didn't think much of it. I didn't think she'd have it that bad." Bloom said, guilt filling her features once more. "I was only twelve at the time when I brought the cat home, and I ended up getting a long heated lecture from my dad about it."

"I can't blame him. So, what happened to the cat?"

A warm, blossoming smile formed on her lips. "I gave Lila to Andy and his parents were pretty chill about it. Lila ended up in a good home and Andy loves her to bits."

"That's nice to hear. A happy ending. . ."

Brandon and Bloom had continued walking down the beautiful pathway that had an impeccable view of nature. The magical lamppost was starting to light up once the sun was starting to dip into the horizon.

Although from between the shadows, Brandon and Bloom had no idea that they're being watched by a certain broody specialist—his lips curling into a frown of disgust as he continued to eavesdrop on their private conversation.

". . . classes are becoming interesting but somewhat difficult at times. Third years finally get to ride a dragon and I have to say, they're quite the complex creatures. . ."

That had genuinely impressed Bloom on so many levels. To ride a dragon. . .

"Was it scary?" Bloom said, though slight concern was laced in her voice.

Brandon chuckled. "It was intense to say the least. He threw me out of the sattle a few times, but I've managed to maintain my composure."

"What about you? How's Alfea going?"

"It's great. I mean we finished most of our exams, but we have one more left. It's going to be tomorrow. I just want to get it over with. . . though I'm pretty nervous about it." Bloom had admitted. "I mean I studied most of my spells and defense strategies . . ."

"I feel you Bloom. So, what kind of exam is it?" Brandon asked.

"It's the Magical Reality exam." Bloom said, twirling the strands of her red hair with her fingers—glancing at Brandon nervously.

Brandon clenched his jaw. "Oh, I've heard about that one from Stella last year. From what I know it's pretty cool and don't worry, I think you're going to do just fine."

It was so nice to hear reassuring words from Brandon—a faint blush crept up her rounded cheeks. This guy had a certain way of words that made her sort of liked him or maybe it was the fact that she was really crushing on him as well.

Riven had gotten all the details he had needed in order to relay the information to Darcy after siding the Trix. A dark smile tugged his lips. He had focused deeply on his telepathy—placing his fingers on the side of his temples. It hadn't took very long in reaching out to Darcy.

"Riven?" Darcy said smoothly, although a hint of danger gleamed in her eyes. "What kind of information do you have on Bloom?"

"The Magical Reality Exam is going to be tomorrow. She'll fall right into your trap."

A sinister laugh had echoed—delighted to hear such wondrous news.

"Perfect. Time for my beautiful plan to unfold. . ."

Unbeknown to Bloom that trouble was heading her way on the day of her Magical Reality Exam in the form of the three Senior Witches of Cloud Tower. The Trix had waited until every lights in Alfea had gone off.

"Are you sure about this Darcy?" Icy whispered; her pale blue eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Icy was never the one to doubt Darcy. The scheming plan had seemed to be picture perfect and with no flaws. It'd almost seemed to be too good to be true and Icy hoped it wouldn't backfire on them; after all, it had took them weeks to come up with something so despicable.

"Positive." Darcy licked her lips.

They were lingering on the Left-Wing side of Alfea—awaiting for the couple to fall into deep slumber, through the tinted windows from the balcony. Darcy had managed to lace a sleeping potion into their teas, just to make sure they wouldn't wake up on the spot if they heard something.

Icy, Darcy, and Stormy found themselves within the royal couple's dorm—being ominously close to them as they hovered—while Oritel and Marion slept peacefully within each other's arms, undisturbed.

"Look how pathetically adorable they are that it makes me sick. . . " Stormy scrunched up her nose in distaste.

"Ruining their precious little family, they've built is what makes me thrive. Ohhhh how bad I relish in seeing their hearts being torn to shreds. . .and of course smashing their hopes and dreams down to the ground," Icy smiled cruelly.

"Hush, you two," Darcy reprimanded. "I have to admit that he's quite a handsome man with his well-built physique. I can't deny that I'm feeling somewhat attracted to him. . ."

"Gross." Icy and Stormy couldn't help but gag—disgusted with Darcy's opinion on Oritel.

"Do I need to remind you that he's our enemy." Icy said flatly. "All what we need to do is destroy their trust in Bloom and everything will fall into our hands. . ."

"Anyways, let me pluck out a single memory from them and give Bloom a bit of a twisted nightmare during her exam," Darcy smiled sadistically.

Darcy had focused deeply on her magic—trying to get a sense of the perfect threads she had wanted to root out from Oritel's and Marion's memory. Ah. A beautiful, but ruthless smile tugged her lips. Excellent. Darcy had gotten her hands on what she'd had wanted. A faint luminous blue haze had swirled in between Darcy's hand.

"This will be an experience that Bloom would remember for a very long time." Darcy turned towards her sisters, chuckling.

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The following morning, on the day of Professor Palladium's exam, the freshmen fairies were trembling—as many of them were going over their notes, having their ingredients and potions along their side. Many of the fairies were pacing back and forth—saying all the spells they've memorized under their breath. Others were biting at their nails, shifting their weights, and a few others had it difficult staying put in place.

Flora had seemed to be calm and collected, no doubt that nature was her specialty. For the first time, Amelia, was focused on her own things—not even a single insulting word had dripped from her lips. Stella was too busy on listing off her spells of what could help the plants to thrive in an uninhabitable environment.

Bloom had never felt more overwhelmed in her entire life than today.

She had bit her lips out of nervousness.

The girl hated feeling such anxiety stirs within her.

Professor Palladium had been randomly selecting which student would go up to perform their exam. So far majority of the class had taken their exam. Tecna and Musa had gone and passed their exams. It was utterly never wracking—not knowing who will be up next and most of the students had prayed that they wouldn't be selected.

"Alright, Bloom you're up next!" Professor Palladium called out.

Bloom had nearly stopped breathing once she heard her name being called out. The girl had swallowed down her nervousness and worries away. She stood up with full confidence, muttering positive words under her breath.

Out of the corners of her eyes, Bloom had spotted her parents, Headmistress Faragonda, Hagen, and Griselda. They were all wearing serious expressions on her faces. Bloom could easily feel her anxiety creeping back up again.

"Bloom don't worry. You'll do great." Flora had lifted a thumps up. "Just be careful alright."

"You'll pass this exam." Tecna had given her encouraging words.

"It's not that bad. On the contrary, it was quite fun." Musa winked.

"Well then girls, I'll see you after the exam is over." Bloom took a deep breath and exhaled—releasing all her distress away. She got this. Even Brandon had seemed to have hope in her and wishing her good luck on the exam.

"Which one of the tests had you decided on?" Pallidum asked.

"I'd chosen the first option, sir," Bloom had a confident smile on.

Though Bloom could hear that some of the students had let out a sharp gasp as most of the class had preferred on choosing to fix a damaged environment instead of combating witches and their dark magic. Only a few fairies, including Bloom, had took on such a challenging test.

Professor Palladium had slid the door open for Bloom to enter the chambers. He, unlike the students, seemed to be more anxious as he'd watched every student enter the Magical Reality Chamber.

"Now remember the test will only last for thirty minutes, and I'll be in control room overlooking everything, watching and listening at all times and if anything were to happen, I can shut down the program." Palladium assured the girl.

"I'm sure that nothing will happen." Bloom had tried to convince herself and the professor.

"Well, then, I wish you all the luck on your exam."

She walked into a lit-up chamber, standing directly in the center of the room—on the platform. Her stomach had twisted and turn into several knots once the doors had shut behind her. The feeling was utterly different from what she'd anticipated.

Seeing everyone looking in her direction through the glass window, while being alone the simulator room had made her queasy once more. Bloom's heart had nearly skipped a beating rhythm knowing that her parents were going to watch over her throughout the entire duration of the exam.

"Once the environment is set, you'll be on your own." Palladium's voice had spoken through the intercom.

Bloom had given a nod even though she was trembling on the inside. She took another steady breath—trying to destress herself. It was only a virtual exam. It wasn't real.

"We'll begin in three. . . two. . . one."

An unusual sensation had shot through Bloom entirely, as she had felt utterly weightless—as the bright amber panels had ignited. The platform that she was currently standing on had vanished under her feet. Boom had shielded herself from the intense bright light as the area around her began to undergo a change.

Bright snowflakes had fallen down from the darkened, grey, clouds. Coldness had swept over her entire body—making her shiver tremendously.

"What?" Bloom murmured; her red brows knitting in confusion.

Something was definitely wrong. Her lips quivered out of the cold weather. Bloom had easily summoned a heating spell—once again she was grateful for her parents' extra lessons that was slowly paying off.

She had easily recognized the Royal Palace of Domino. . .but there was people. . . much to Bloom's own confusion, buy yet they weren't looking in her direction. . . it was all going down in ruins. . . and it was like. . . as if she weren't a part of this. . . as if this were some kind of memory that she couldn't do anything about.

Suddenly the scene had changed to something else.

This was night before her planet's downfall. . .

Bloom had let out a sharp gasp; tears overflowing her eyes as it glistened down her cheeks. It couldn't be. . .

"It's utterly pathetic that you couldn't save your daughter Daphne from being killed. . ." a wicked voice had echoed—it was a woman's voice that had sounded awfully sinister—taunting her pregnant mother. ". . . Princess Daphne would've been alive, if you weren't stuck in such a situation Marion. . ." the wicked voice continued.

Marion's emerald-green eyes had ignited in fury—revenge burning deeply in her heart. Vengeance was what all was on the young fairy's mind. Tears had dripped down her face.

She was beyond pissed.

Those barbaric witches had managed to rip her heart from her chest. Blood dripping. Marion, despite being pregnant, had no longer cared about her own safety. Her husband, Oritel was nowhere in sight. She had no idea of what had become of her father and older brother.

The young pregnant fairy was in her Enchantix—fluttering—trying to pinpoint the source of the voice, but to no avail—Marion couldn't decipher Belladonna's exact location. Dark magic had kept hurling towards Marion, as she had easily dodged such a spell with her shield that was made out of flames.

But unfortunately, another dark spell had hit Marion directly in the back, sending her flying to the ground landing on her right side—crying out in agony as Marion struggled to lift herself up.

"You wouldn't be struggling in vain if you weren't pregnant with your second child. . ." another witch, Lyssils said, ridiculing the girl.

"Ah, what a foolish decision," another witch had spoken, Tharma, smiling in gleefulness. She had waved her hand—sending another wave of darkness towards the young fairy—directly hitting her enlarged stomach.

Marion had tears streaming down her face. She was struggling to lift herself up and even to flutter. . . she had laid there on the ground practically dying, as blood had oozed out from her side. She despised herself for getting pregnant with her second daughter in the middle of the war, rendering herself helpless, unable to help her husband with the war efforts. . . and the loss of her older daughter. . .

"Don't you regret being pregnant, Consort Princess Marion? Hmmm. . . ?" one of the voices had scoffed. "I know I'd condemn myself for it. . . silly girl. . . "

It had made Bloom fall to her knees—her heart had shattered to a million of pieces. She could barely blink her eyes; watching her mother suffer. Unbearable amount of pain had washed over Bloom, leaving her with

Marion had wept, whispering to herself before losing all consciousness and succumbing to the world of darkness. "If only I hadn't gotten pregnant with her . . ."

The voices had only laughed at her before vanishing into thin air—fully knowing that she was on the very verge of dying in a slow and unbearable way. Blood had poured out of Marion's deep gash. Dark red blood had pooled beneath her, and her breath grew shallow. . .

Bloom was utterly horrified by what she was witnessing—her mother was dying in front of her own eyes; but a golden bright light had surrounded Marion in a bubble-like barrier, healing all of her injuries—gently restoring her to full health. Bloom noticed the Dragon Flame had curled itself around its Guardian—keeping her and the baby alive.

Shift. . .

"Marion!" Oritel had called out desperately in search of his wife. Though his voice was barely audible in the harsh, brutal winds that made it impossible for anyone to hear him. "Where are you?"

The curse of eternal winter had befallen his realm. His entire people gone within a flash—disappearing alongside with his own mother into the vortex of darkness—sealing herself away alongside the Ancestral Witches for all eternity. A painful sacrifice that Oritel couldn't forgive himself for. It should've been him in place of his mother.

Thick blood had trickled down his face. Some parts of his armor was destroyed—his skin exposed with horrid wounds and bruises. His entire body had ached, but he wasn't going to give up on finding his pregnant wife. Marion had to be alive, somewhere, perhaps in hiding in a safe place.

The amount of range Oritel had felt within himself was something to be considered unimaginable towards the Ancestral Witches. And yet he hated himself for. . . being an absolute idiot.

"If I hadn't made such a poor decision in getting Marion pregnant, then none of this would be happening. . ." Oritel muttered out of frustration.

Oritel had closed his eyes—trying to grasp for a sense of the Dragon Flame from his wife. His eyes had flung wide open. Marion was alive. He could pick up on the strong magic pull that was coming from the palace. Oritel knew where Marion was located, and he'd instantly teleported away.

Oritel was greeted by a blinding light. He squinted his eyes to see that his wife was being protected by the Dragon Flame—keeping her alive in the bubble-like sphere. Marion was in deep slumber—resting and healing. Tears had rolled down his face.

Seeing Marion in such a fragile state had broken his heart into two.

The Dragon had let out a rumbling sound; his attention had shifted onto Crown Prince Oritel who stood before him—flaring out his nostrils. The Dragon hadn't wanted him to approach a weakened Marion (who was utterly vulnerable in her state).

Oritel had gently approached the Dragon and placed his hand on his face-giving the reptilian creature some comfort and giving him his full trust. "I promise that no harm shall be fall Marion. . ."

The Dragon had looked reluctant, but seeing the prince critically injured, the Dragon had allowed Oritel to step into the magical barrier that sheltered a pregnant Marion from the brutal, bloody, and cruel world.

The warmth had tingled on his skin—feeling the incredible healing magic spilling from his wife was unbelievable. He knew that Marion had a gift in the arts of healing, but this was on another level. Sleepiness had overtook Oritel, instantly falling besides his wife's side—the royal couple plunging into deep slumber as the Dragon had once again curled itself, protecting them until they were in better health.

Tears had dripped down Bloom's face. It had come across a huge shock—and it had just broke Bloom to pieces. Her parents had truly resented having her. . . that she had been a mistake; a regret that Oritel and Marion made on their part, because they'd been young and in love, and acted so recklessly.

Who knew the truth could be so chilling to the bones? Her heart had been punctured by the sharpest of knives—bleeding endlessly—until she had no more blood to spill—leaving Bloom utterly numb.

All those years. . .

Had her parents truly loved her? Or had it simply been a mask that her mother and father had been wearing on for all those years? Or had they blamed her very existence for not being able to protect Daphne?

If she hadn't existed, then Daphne would be most likely be alive by today and not dead. Cold shivers had ran down her spine at the mere thought of it.

Bloom couldn't even tell anymore as she broke into sobs.

"Hmmmm. . . . is that interesting. . ."

Bloom had recognized that voice—belonging to Stormy.

"It looks like that your parents had never truly loved you." Darcy's hazel-brown eyes glittered with absolute cruelness. Seeing a broken-hearted fairy reduced to tears was a delight to her very soul. "That it was only a facade."

"I can't blame them. You're a pathetic loser and they wished they had aborted you and not deal with such a klutz."

"You're absolutely nothing. NOTHING."

"Why would your parents love you when you're the reason why their older daughter is dead in the first place Bloom. . ." Icy sneered at Bloom.

Bloom glared at the Trix—amber flames dancing in her sapphire eyes. Her hands curled into fist balls—blood boiling as bright intimidating flames had erupted from the palms of her hands. She should've known that those Senior Witches would pull such a wicked prank.

"Magic Winx!"

Once the bright light had dimmed down—Bloom was in her fairy form, in a battle stance as her father taught her to be in. She had let out a low but vicious growl. If those Trix had wanted a desperate fight with her. . . then so be it.

"You're so going to regret messing with me, Trix!" Bloom hissed in a threatening manner.

"How cute." Stormy glanced at her two sisters—mocking the young fairy. "The little pixie is angry."

Stormy had a smirk, as she had prepared her thunderbolts. Ice shards at Icy's side—floating—only wanting to be unleashed on her command, and meanwhile Darcy had conjured the darkness that had swept all around her. The Trix had chuckled at the pathetic little fairy—taunting her.

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'. . .CODE ERROR . . . CODE ERROR. . .

. . . CODE ERROR. . .'

Palladium was frustrated, knowing that dark magic being involved with Bloom's exam. It was not allowing him or anyone in the room to see what was going on in the simulator room. No matter what spells Palladium had tried to use to lift the dark curse it wasn't budging through. It was getting under the professor's skin knowing that it was thwarting all his counter spells.

"What's wrong with the computer?" Stella had asked worriedly over her dear friend.

Tecna had looked utterly irritated that the system was crashing down really bad—almost as if it had been infected with such a bad virus. "Darcy's dark magic is all over it. She had somehow overridden the system causing it to malfunction. . ."

"Well can't we turn it off? You know. . ." Stella simply asked.

"That's a bad idea Stella especially if Bloom's in the middle of the exam. If shutting the system down, it might—"

Flora had gently nudged Tecna on the arm. "Tecna. . ."

"What?" Tecna asked, lifted an eyebrow at the fairy of nature.

"Bloom's parents. . ." Musa had whispered—pointing out in the couple's direction.

"Oh." Tecna's face had gone red. "I didn't even know they were watching Bloom's exam."

Oritel was enraged, but kept his voice calm and collected, but absolute fury ignited in his eyes, and the way his lips had twisted into a scowl. Oritel's sour mood was enough to make anyone not cross his path.

Marion's face couldn't have been any paler out of fear and worry, but at the same time, tears had brimmed at the corner of her eyes—at any single moment, she was on the verge of collapsing into her husband's arms knowing that her own child was trapped in the simulation room.

If they were to turn the power off (after being corrupted by Darcy's dark magic) Marion might forever lose her daughter to the unknown madness that was going on in the simulation room. Her worse nightmare was slowly unfolding before her own eyes as she had tightened her grip on Oritel. Oritel had gently rubbed Marion's back—trying to ease her anxiety away.

Headmistress Faragonda had cleared her throat as she glanced at the entire class. She had a serious expression on her face. "If I may have your attention, please," Faragonda begun sharply; addressing the students. ". . . class is canceled for the rest of the day and please note that those who hadn't took the exam will make it up later until further notice. You're all dismissed."

Some of the fairies had looked utterly relived by the fact that they would be able to make up their exams on a later date and the fairies who had passed the test hadn't need to stress about studying. One by one they had exited out of the room—leaving on the professors, Hagen, Headmistress Faragonda and the Winx.

Faragonda approached the Winx girls, concern flashing in her eyes. "I know how close you girls are with Bloom—"

Stella had cut her off insisting on wanting to stay for her best-friend. "Please don't dismiss us Headmistress we have—"

"I know Stella and that's not what I was going to tell you. I wanted to ask of you to talk to Marion. . ." Faragonda pointed out. " . . . maybe she'll listen to you girls and try to calm down. Her being stressed right now isn't going to help us. It might make things worse because she's panicking."

"Of course, headmistress," Flora had given curt of a nod.

Faragonda turned her attention towards the fairy of technology. "We could use some of your expertise, Tecna."

Oritel had left his wife's side—promising her that he would bring Bloom back to safety—in aiding professor Palladium in trying to lift the dark curse over the control center. His brown eyes had widened. The dark magic was trying to absorb him into the simulation that Oritel had managed to pull himself away from it—horrified. He muttered curses under his breath.

"Maybe you should refrain from doing that, professor Oritel," Tecna noted, her teal-blue eyes drawing over the controls, but strangely enough it wasn't affecting her or Palladium. "I noticed that it's affecting your magic and not ours. This isn't a coincidence. . . most of us had done the exam and it hadn't affected us. . ."

"I do believe it's those three girls, Icy, Darcy, and Stormy who are behind all this." Oritel said flatly.

Tecna narrowed her eyes and bluntly said. "They're after the Dragon Flame."

"Pretty much."

Tecna grimaced. Those witches of Cloud Tower were a menace from the moment they had first met. Stealing Stella's royal ring. . . for assuming it had the ultimate power, when in reality, the power had been with Bloom and her family. That kind of magic falling into the Trix's hands. . . who knows what chaos they would unleash upon the Magical Universe.

"Couldn't she use her full power and get rid of the witches?" Tecna questioned.

Palladium frowned. "Bloom could destroy the whole simulation lab if she'd evoke the Dragon Flame with full force."

"That's not good."

"Oritel why don't you go in after her," Faragonda suggested; her expression hardening. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to let Griffin know what the Trix are up too. She won't be happy."

Oritel had trusted his daughter's judgement—but at the same time, he was fearing for Bloom's life especially not knowing what was happening to her in the simulation chamber. He had given a nod.

Oritel had transferred himself into the chambers. . .

It was difficult for Marion to remain calm in such a situation when her daughter's life was at stake and Oritel jumping in after her, had made Marion be on the very edge.

"I'm sure they'll be alright. You'll see. . ." Flora had tried to muster on a gentle, warm smile. "Bloom will figure it out."

Marion was grateful for the Winx' kind words. They certainly had ways to reassure her and try to keep her calm. Bloom had such good friends.

"Sometimes I really don't mean to be an overly possessive mom to Bloom or a clingy parent, but I can't help it at times. . ." She had dabbed at her eyes.

Marion had rambled, sharing the over details of her life that she had not even shared with Bloom yet and a part of her felt guilty for hiding certain things from her. Gloomy and sympathetic looks had fallen on the Winx as they had listen to her sad and painful story.

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"Bloom!"

Bloom had groaned—trying to get up again. Pain had shot throughout her entire body as she tried to move her legs. She was covered in bruises, scratches, and gashes of blood. She could feel the witches hovering over her.

Tears had slid down her face. If she hadn't known any better, she was simply going to die in this exam. She was utterly pathetic, lying in the mud.

Dragons. . . Bloom's eyes flung open in realization that her parents were most likely embarrassed by her. She could easily picture the mortifying, reddening, looks on their faces. Her father simply calling her out. Her mother not acknowledging her existence. The great disappointment on the Company of Light's faces.

"Bloom!" A deeper voice called out to her. It was her father's voice.

"What a poor and unfortunate soul. . ." Icy tsked.

"Looks like someone is going to fail her exam. . ." Stormy chuckled—taunting her endlessly. ". . . and get kicked out of Alfea."

"Your parents must be so ashamed for having a pathetic weakling of a daughter. . ." Darcy said wickedly.

"Don't listen to them, sweetheart!" Oritel had yelled—trying to snap his daughter out of such delusional words coming from the witches.

Bloom craned her neck forward to see a man emerging from behind the large, lifeless hill. He had a furious expression on his face that wasn't directed towards her but at certain witches.

"Dad. ." Bloom said, her throat dry had raspy. She couldn't tell if he was real or if it was a simulation version of Oritel. Bloom was hesitant—unable to trust him.

"Fuck," Icy muttered.

This had intrigued Darcy.

Stormy had mumbled quite a few words under her breath—not too happy with seeing the man sprinting towards his daughter. "Isn't this considered cheating?"

"It doesn't matter." There was a dangerous twinkle in Icy's pale blue eyes—her eyes falling over Oritel.

Oritel had extended out his hand towards his daughter who was barely getting herself up again. A pang of undeniable hurt had rippled across Oritel's heart upon seeing his daughter's grave injuries.

"I'm real sweetheart and not some kind of simulation version if that's what you're thinking." Oritel brushed his hand against Bloom's cheeks—soothing her distress away.

"What are you doing here?" Bloom gasped.

"Helping you." Oritel given her a weak smile. "Those witches managed to sabotage your exam."

"But you're not in your armor." Bloom mentioned—as Oritel was dressed in his casual button up shirt with a vest and a pair of jeans and boots.

"It doesn't matter." Oritel had threw a dirty glare at the witches.

Bloom had turned away from her father; her face heating up. Her father being here wasn't a good sign at all. He was most likely going to reprimand her for her foolishness. "I'm sorry for being an embarrassment to you and mom. . ."

"What are you talking about?" Oritel frowned. "That's ridiculous. I don't know what those damned witches showed you, but I can guarantee that it's all a lie."

"A lie?"

"Why do you look so hesitant, Bloom?" Oritel said, hurt laced his voice.

"I—is it true that you regretted getting mom pregnant with me during the war?" Bloom brought up.

"What?" Oritel had frozen—startled by such words. "From where had you heard that from?"

"Please, dad, answer me." Bloom pleaded to her father. This guilt that was swirling in her mind and chest wasn't leaving her alone until she had gotten down to the bottom of the absolute truth. "Please. . ."

"It doesn't matter Bloom." Oritel had hardened his gaze on her. "It was an offhanded decision I made based on desperation and panic. I wasn't really thinking in the moment—" he noticed that Bloom had backed away from him, offended, as chunks of heavy tears fell from her eyes. The girl wasn't entirely what to feel or how to think. "—Bloom, I didn't mean to say those words. . .you have to understand I had been a young man and everything around me was falling apart. . ."

Fury had burned in Bloom's chest as her heart had ached. She sniffled. "Right. . ."

Bloom turned her attention back on the Trix who were prepared to take on father-daughter duo with their dark spells.

Icy titled her head. "I guess this is our chance to steal even more magic. Hahaha. . ."

Darcy had her eyes on Oritel; she titled her head to the side, realizing that the father-daughter duo had an unpleasant argument and Bloom had appeared to be upset with him. Her hazel-brown eyes had ignited with much glee.

"Oh, Bloom. . ." Icy had teased.

Bloom's eyes had fluttered wide open in outrage as Darcy was targeting her father—her darkness had wrapped around Oritel—preventing him from summoning his magic—as the magical sphere of darkness had encased on Oritel, slowly suffocating him to death. Stormy and Icy laughed.

The girl had enough of the Trix as the rage within her had built into absolute ire. Bright ambers of intense flames had surrounded Bloom. Her body, once more, illuminating brightly in the darkened skies. A translucent dragon had emerged out of Bloom's body, wrapping all around her—

The wicked smiles had vanished on the witches' face upon realizing Bloom's wrath upon them. The Dragon Flame had roared so loudly that the witches had winced out of ear-piercing sound. . . Bloom had unleashed all of her magic upon Icy, Darcy, and Stormy. . .

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"Is Bloom aware of the truth? Or what you'd gone through? Or why you'd lost your third child?" Stella asked softly; hurt had flashed in her hazel eyes. It had broken Stella's heart to pieces over the story had Marion had shared with them.

Stella could easily make sense as to why Marion and Oritel were so overprotective of Bloom. In so many ways, Bloom had managed to keep her parents anchored to this world without spiraling into a deep depression.

Marion shook her head. "No. Bloom doesn't know the full truth."

Flora had pitied Marion for what she had been put through. Those diabolical witches were far beyond being ruthless and cruel. They were utterly inhumane.

The fairy of nature had brought Marion's hands into her own. Her own heart had bled in so many ways. She would do anything to protect her younger sister, Miele, from unimaginable horrors of the Magic Dimension.

"I'm so sorry for you loss. It must've been hard on you." Flora had sad smile; tears prickling at her eyes.

To lose a daughter and an unborn son was just unbearable. . . or not being able to carry a child to full-term due to a dark curse was utterly heart-breaking. . . Musa was at loss for words to say; no comforting words could spill from her mouth. She was silent, though, tears had stained her face.

Marion's green-emerald eyes had flickered to the sounds of the door that had slid wide open. The redhead woman was on her feet—rushing to her husband and daughter, followed by the rest of the Winx.

Bloom had substantial injuries all over her body. She was no longer in fairy form, but she was weeping in her father's arms as he held onto her. Oritel had looked utterly devastated.

Marion had fallen to her husband's side—glancing at him from head to toe before moving onto Bloom who was. . . her heart had nearly stopped beating upon the sight of her bruised, scratched bloodied face. She had gently caressed her daughter's cheeks—using her magic to heal her injuries.

"Oh my. . .dragons!" Stella had covered her mouth upon the sight of her best-friend.

"And look who we have here." Tecna glared at three Senior Witches of Cloud Tower, with her arms crossed over her chest.

Flora had narrowed her eyes—disgusted by their behaviors.

Faragonda had walked into the chambers to see that the Trix were tied up. The headmistress had glanced at the witches with a glowering look on her face that was nearly on par with headmistress Griffin's ire.

Icy hadn't cracked to the old woman's fury nor had it intimidate her. In fact, Icy's lips had curled into a wicked smile.

"You think just because you ratted us out to Headmistress Griffin, we'd be terrified? Her punishments doesn't terrify us not even in the slightest." Icy crooned.

Faragonda was aware of the fact that those girls hadn't feared their headmistress, which Griffin had personally elaborated on. She looked at the girls coolly.

"Oh, I'm already informed of the fact that you three don't fear any punishments from your headmistress, which is why I'm going to be crystal clear with you girls." Faragonda glared. "If you don't stop with the pursuit of stealing the Dragon Flame, your headmistress will have no choice but to surrender to Councils of Magix. They will be the ones to deal with you in an appropriate manner."

Icy's pupils had turned into silts—utterly livid over the fact that Griffin would simply hand over her students to the authorities of Magix.

"Don't say anything back, Icy." Darcy had murmured.

Stormy had never felt so betrayed by her Headmistress Griffin, as she had grumbled cursed words over how foul of a woman Griffin was.

Icy had shot Marion a death glare. Her lips twisting into a sinister smile. "I vow to do anything to get rid of your daughter one way or another King Oritel and Queen Marion . . one day. . ."

Oritel held his wife and daughter closely to him. He narrowed his brown eyes at that insane witch who had often reminded him of Belladonna with the same crazy streak in her eyes. The determination to kill a member of Domino's royal family. The very same pledge that haunted him at the back of his mind. . .

Bloom had slowly stirred from her unconsciousness; her eyelids opening up to see that she was back in her dorm—recovering. Her head had spun all around, unable to recall what had happened to her.

She had slightly moved around to see that her mother was sleeping besides her on her bed—wearing her nightdress, her arms flung on top of her—the sheets covering up to her mid-back. Bloom noticed that her father that was in a deep discussion with her friends—also noting that he was in his pajamas.

Bloom couldn't tell if it was morning or night. She could hardly speak a word. Her throat was dry and weak.

"Bloom," Stella smiled down at her. "It's good to see back to the living again."

It had made Bloom laugh, but it came out weak.

Oritel had noticed that his daughter had woken up and grabbed the cold-water bottle from the mini fridge. He uncapped the water bottle and poured water into the class cup.

Oritel handed Bloom the cup of water as she took a sip from the glass. Oritel had sat the end of her bed—glancing at her—feeling relieved to see her awake despite the bandages wrapped around her head.

"Thanks dad. . ." Bloom said, placing her cup on the nightstand. "What time is it?"

"It's eight-thirty. You've been knocked out for hours at a time, but your dad saved you your dinner," Stella pointed out.

"Oh. . ." Bloom felt the heat rush to her cheeks.

"We're glad to see that you're okay Bloom." Flora smiled down at her.

"Thanks."

Bloom noticed that her friends had said their goodnights to her—leaving her alone with her parents to discuss and sort out things. Marion was still sleeping. Guilt had flooded her chest over what she had said to her father in the simulator room.

She couldn't believe that she had judged her parents for a split second of an emotion they had during the time of heightened war. . . after all those years, they'd given and poured all their love into her. Bloom averted her gaze—looking elsewhere but her father.

"I'm sorry about earlier. . ."

Oritel had scooted closer to his daughter, also appearing as guilty as Bloom. He didn't know what to say to her, no words could cross his mind for how sorry he was to her. "I. . .I. . ."

"You don't have to say anything, dad. I forgive you," Bloom said softly.

Oritel was hardly a man who cried, but, tears were at the bay of his eyes—reflecting over what could've happened to his daughter. . . seeing her being brutalized by Trix even though Bloom had done a fair amount on Icy, Darcy, and Stormy. . .had scared him to death.

"I'm just glad that nothing bad happened to you. . ." Oritel had gently stroked his daughter's messy red hair.

Bloom glanced at her mother; a frown slipping on her lips. "I can't imagine how mom felt about the entire thing."

Oritel's gaze had fallen on his sleeping wife. "She was petrified Bloom. Marion was so scared of losing you. . . but you did well at the very last minute. Your mother doesn't know that you saved my life."

"You didn't tell her?" Bloom was thunderstruck by her father's words.

"It would only increase her worries and the state she'd been in. . .would've been too much for Marion to handle." Oritel explained.

"Makes sense." Bloom said, considering his words. Her blue eyes were reflecting utmost sadness. "I thought . . .I was also scared that I'd lose you, dad."

Hearing those words from Bloom, had made Oritel's heart tingle in warmth—his expression softening on her. He flashed her a grin. "We're camping out in your room for the night."

"I can see that, and I don't think my friends are going to have a problem with that." Bloom laughed, although her stomach had grumbled.

"Are you hungry?" Oritel said.

"I suppose I am." Bloom said, turning her face to her mother.

Bloom had gently pushed Marion's red hair away from her face. She had leaned in and pressed her lips against Marion's rounded cheeks and whispering the words of an apology over what had happened. "I love you, mom."

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Author's Note

HEHEHE! I'm back yet again with an update! XD Anyways, I'm sooo excited for how things are going to turn out and I just love adding the little details that may have an impact for future chapters LOL.

Aurtia LeFay: HAHAHA! Yeah Oritel and Bloom are definitely reckless and make impulsive decisions and somewhat mischievous! They like to annoy Marion as if it's their favorite hobby XD I've actually been busy with school and life in general soooo its why I dip away sometimes because of no time. . .but don't worry, I'll be focusing on this fic for now :)

Bex55: Bloom is going through a lot of stuff :( but there's going to be a lot more bonding in the next few chapters, which I'm defininitly happy to work on and put my own spin on things! :)

Moonlight Starlove: Thank you so much! I appreciate it greatly and I'm glad that you're enjoying the fic! :D

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