"I— what— what do you mean?" Darcy asked, stuttering for words.

"Not that I'm accusing you," the fairy said quickly. "But your eyes, gesture, style and choice of magic… it's just like the third Trix… I'm sorry; I didn't mean to offend-"

"Don't be," Darcy snarled, getting up. "If you come in this shop, it's either you buy something or get out, not sit around and accuse others. So unless you have anything better to do…" she took a deep breath.

"No, no!" she squealed. "I didn't- I just, it's that it's a coincidence…"

These words made her angrier.

"Coincidence…I don't think so. If I wasn't ever guessing-" she stopped. What was she doing, getting angry over this? "Okay, forget I ever said anything; just do something other than talk about that." She sat back down, grabbed her necklace and completely turned her back on her.

"I understand," the fairy's voice trailed away feebly as there was a tap of footsteps.

I am not going the way Icy did, letting myself be revealed to the world, she thought. But the fairy had added to her plan.

Later—

Darcy had just gotten a bracelet from Valtor. And Icy and Darcy received orange and yellow ponchos.

"You can use it on these two," Valtor said. Icy growled, she had just demanded Valtor to change them back, but he ignored her.

He took of his coat and threw it at Stormy. Then he sat down and began to mediate.

"Are you meditating?" Icy laughed.

"Shh," Darcy whispered.

Yes, he was mediating and he had shot out a powerful energy beam in which Darcy was delighted. Icy had said that she changed him, Darcy liked him like that.

But soon enough they had discovered that Bloom had gone to Pyros while the rest of the Winx and Specialists were at the Omega Dimension.

"Pesky little fairy," Icy had said. "We'll go there and finish her off.'

"She can be dangerous," warned Valtor. "With the dragon's flame she receives from her parents she will give all she can to defend herself.'

"And we'll do all it takes to blow her out," promised Icy with a settled tone.

Darcy wanted to go, but she didn't at the same time, she'd rather spend that time charming things for her shop. Lately, she had become obsessed, and promised that she would focus more on helping Icy and Stormy than running off.

"I don't mean to be rude," Icy began, but Stormy grinned, "Go on."

"But this place is more like you, Stormy; you can go find Bloom because you've been a bit left out recently."

"My pleasure," Stormy said with a trace of sarcasm, but you could tell she was hiding the fact she was pleased. She moved toward the front.

"This is like solving a maze," complained Darcy.

"I hate mazes," Stormy added.

"That's because you don't have patience," Icy said, flying further and taking Stormy's place. "Never mind, I'll be in the le-"

At that moment, she was thrust back, hit by a powerful radiation coming from somewhere in the heart of the forest. Then Stormy was hit, and lastly Darcy.

"What…was…that?" stuttered Darcy, balancing herself.

"Look!" Icy pointed not far. "It's from there!"

"It's someone who thinks they can…let's go already!" the Trix circled around the middle and dove down. A red haired girl in her fairy transformation was sitting cross legged, floating inches from the ground with waves emitting from her.

"Bloom!" Icy shouted. From that point Darcy knew that Bloom wasn't going to stand around to watch. The waves coming out of her were one improvement, but she was much stronger now.

And that gave her a third idea.

Later—

"You messed up. You totally messed up." Stormy kept telling Darcy.

"So? I just gave her Valtor's words and she goes to her damn enchantix stage and blasts us when we aren't expecting it! How am I supposed to know- I thought fairies earned their enchantix when they rescue someone from their planet!" Icy replied angrily.

"Yeah, we all thought Bloom would never reach it because everyone from Domino was dead already,' Darcy shrugged. "I guess I'll go now…"

"You are not going anywhere!" Icy shouted. "Ice cap!"

The door handle froze, topped with layers of spiked ice.

"First you have to stay and tell us, why are we going to tell, Bloom let us pass or something?"

"That's easy; he already saw what happened, Icy. He isn't stupid. Griffin's crystal ball sees everything." Darcy said. "Now unfreeze the door or I hypnotize you for a week."

Icy unfroze it with an angry expression, when wasn't she angry?

"You never laugh these days, do you, Icy?" Darcy asked, without waiting for a reply.

The large shopping bag had two items in it- a rock from Pyros, and a string of beads. Darcy emptied them on the counter, and looked carefully. Then she waved her hands at the rock, which morphed into a smooth, rectangular prism of stone. She used magic again to cut it into seven equal beads. Then she added a vivid orange yellow and green color. She slipped it onto the string of beads, now a complete necklace.

Darcy knew it contained magic energy, but what about dark magic energy? Now was Darcy's turn. She conjured a dark purple orb that glowed brightly and flew straight into the necklace.

"Now, I'll leave it behind the counter where when the day ends, I'll pick it up," she smiled to herself, thinking of all the wonderful possibilities of getting rid of a Winx.

Later—

What made Icy most miserable was that Tecna was rescued; the Winx had fought all the escapees and the giant white snake thing that had attacked the Trix once they were in the Omega Dimension. And that made a whole group of enchantix fairies.

Darcy didn't want to admit it, but the Winx were powerful.

And that's what made her want to tear them apart.

She was working late one day when she saw the Winx outside her glass door, on that street.

Was she hallucinating? No, thought Darcy. That's regular behavior, who doesn't travel around Magix during school breaks?

And that's what struck her fourth and final idea.

Darcy stepped out from behind the counter and walked toward the door, opened it wide and asked, "Excuse me, are you girls lost?"

She was being polite, she knew. First, she had to strike up a welcoming tone.

"Oh, no, we're not, thank you," said Stella.

"Yes, but it would be kind of you to help us," Bloom said. "Our friend is ill and we need a cure. Do you know a shop around here…?"

"Oh sure," Darcy beamed. This was going according to her plans. "You've found the right place. Come in."

"Looks like a murder shop to me, really," Stella observed when she came inside. "Real gruesome." She jumped away from a rack of gloves that read, "Examine with care, one touch is fatal."

"Stella, be nice," Bloom chided.

"Here we are. Now can you explain the case to me?" Darcy sat down behind her counter.

"You are… Carmine," Bloom started, looking at the tag like everyone else did. Darcy smiled widely and nodded. How she wanted to crush Bloom instead of having a nice talk.

"Okay. So our friend Flora is sick, she got hurt when we were in the- well, she got hurt. An unknown creature bit her and none of the teachers in our school know. So we did research, and we're looking for dried samples of-"

"Wild fir vines," Darcy finished, knowing this. Cloudtower had made her education much better than it had been before.

"Yes," said Bloom, glad she caught on. "So do you supply any?"

"My own kind," Darcy replied, reaching into a drawer and bringing out a bottle of the wild fir vine in liquid. "This is perfect. Except it needs to be sealed," she reached down, disappearing under the counter. Then she poured something from a bottle into the liquid. Then she sealed it tightly. "Here. I wish the best for your friend."

"Thank you so much!" Bloom said, taking the bottle and standing up. "How much is used every day?"

"A spoonful each day," Darcy directed.

"Thank you. That would be…" Bloom reached into her bag.

Darcy told her the cost, and waited until Stella's back was turned. She dropped the necklace she had made earlier in the gift bag and turned around once she looked back at them.

Darcy left very cheery that day.

A/N: Yes the thing she poured in is poison :) hehe. Please review!