Frostia smiled sadistically as she watched from her perch upon the tower as her father's army assembled for the final campaign against Erakylion far below at the city gates. The cool sea breeze blew her light, brown bangs away from her pale face. Her ice like eyes shined with spite and slight madness. She surveyed her castle with contempt. Once the great capital of Tides it now was her father's central nexus. She knew from old paintings and tales that the foul, dirty green muck that nearly covered the planet used to be an ocean of deep, clear blue water. Personally she preferred it the way it was now. She wore a long-sleeved, light blue shirt that buttoned just below her breast leaving her stomach and a generous amount of cleavage bare. With that was a pair of mini shorts of the same color along with knee high boots. A sapphire belly ring gleamed tauntingly in the darkness. She left her waist length, light brown hair to blow about in the wind. But what really made her day was not the new outfit but the regiment her father had placed in her charge. It was a generous gift of three-thousand men all in navy blue armor, he own army at her command. Of course she planned to show father just how worthy she was.

She had waited almost nine years for the chance of escaping the room she had been secluded in, her father forbidding her to leave after the death of her mother. There she lived by herself with the occasional visit from her nurse and her father, Baltor himself. She smirked to herself when the very thought of her savior came to mind. There had been times when she would occasionally order her nurse to bring her reports so she could keep up to date. But the photo of a young man came to her. It was the Prince of Solaria. His angelic face staved off the insanity and his nightly visits to her dreams kept her from going mad with loneliness. And sometimes his voice would speak to her from the dark, ever since she heard it from a recorded tape from a reconnaissance mission. Jaydon, Prince Jaydon. Oh how much he must love her. His sweet as honey eyes only for her. Some way she would bargain with her father to keep him alive for her as a gift for killing off the stupid Winx club and the one who murdered her mother. Suddenly her gaze turned murderous as her father's answer was when she first requested such a pardon.

"Child, you are too late, he has given his love to one of the those loathsome blood-suckers that are a menace to our cause" his cruel laugh rang in her ears "how does it feel ' daughter' to be passed over for a freak, well what does that make you?".

She snarled with anger her long nail cutting deeps into her palms. And at the top of her hit list was that little whore who had bewitched Jaydon away from her, Frostia would have him. She held her hand up as it was engulfed in enchanted blue fire, oh how she loved that color. And she would love it even more when she stood watching as it overcame that vampire and her screams created music for her ears. The bitch would burn. Soon both hands were alit and her eyes were now coated with ice as she let the power consume her. Her manic laugh echoed over the castle walls making all cower and cringe at her cruelty and malice.

I'm coming for you Jaydon.

My angel

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I know this is really short but it had to go in because she makes an appearance in the next two chapters or so and I thought it would be too sudden to just miraculously bring her back. So don't worry the next one will be up very, very soon I'll see maybe sometime later this week. Basically when I get the time!

Chiao!

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