Last time, Bloom and her friends spent their summer vacation attempting to undo the curse afflicting Domino. Just before dawn, a horde of ice demons attacked their camp at the royal palace. During the battle, Bloom risked her life to save Carmen. Bloom's self sacrifice allowed her powers to evolve to the next level; Enchantix. But just as the battle ended, Bloom collapsed for some unknown reason. 'Nuff said, on with the show!

Chapter 2: The Lost Trix Return

Far from Domino, on the outer reaches of the Magical Dimension, there existed worlds where the law had little sway. Where debauchery and bedlam was supreme. Worlds where someone on the run from justice could easily hide. Case in point; one dark witch and her lover, a dark martial artist from Earth.

In the months since the downfall of The Shadow Riders, the Galaxy Police had used every available resource to catch these fugitives who escaped the defeat of The Shadow Riders on Salusa Secundus. And it is safe to say that Darcy Trix and Toro the Destroyer have used their time on the run well.

Since arriving on the outer reaches of the magical dimension, Darcy and Toro had been jumping from one world after another, using their respective talents to leave a trail of misery and destruction wherever they went, always one step ahead of anyone who tried to catch them, be they Galaxy Police, bounty hunters, organized crime syndicates or angry mobs. Sometimes they were two steps ahead, but whatever the distance, Darcy and Toro were confident that they couldn't be caught, that they were invincible.

And so here they were, on another outback planet, each brimming with ideas to spread some chaos and despair, with little or no koledge that their wanderings were about to come to an end.

"Ready to do a savage burn on this pathetic world?" Toro asked.

"I'm always ready," Darcy said eagerly, "Let's work some chaos."

"Don't move or you're dead!!" said a harsh voice from behind the two troublemakers, "Stay where you are or I'll blast your heads open!!"

"Oh sh$t!" exclaimed Toro, "It's the fuzz!"

"We haven't done anything yet!" Darcy moaned.

"And you won't!" said the voice, "Not without my saying so that is. Turn around."

Darcy and Toro looked behind them to see that there wasn't anyone there, just shadows.

"What is this?" Toro asked, "If this is somebody's idea of a joke, they've got another thing coming; my foot up your ass!!"

"Now we wouldn't want that," said the voice, which had morphed into a sultry female tone, "Not on the first date at least."

"Wait," Darcy said in a shocked tone, "I remember that voice."

"You should remember, Darcy," said the female voice. Emerging from the shadows came a woman no more than thirty years of age, rather like twenty-eight, give or take a few months. She was tall with shoulder length auburn hair and yellow eyes with orange eye shadow. She wore a red jacket over an orange shirt; brown hip hugger jeans and high-healed, low-top leather boots. Her nails were colored orange. A silver necklace with a platinum V-shaped charm adorned her throat, with a second silver necklace trailing down beneath her shirt.

"F#ck me running!" exclaimed Darcy, "I thought you were dead!"

"Of course I'm dead," said the woman, "I just haven't stopped moving yet." She then eyed Toro in an appraising manner, "Oh, I see your taste in men hasn't changed much. But I must say, you've acquired an impressive specimen. Wherever did you find it?"

"'He'" Darcy said in a serious tone as she clutched Toro's arm, "Is Toro the Destroyer. We met on Earth, and don't even think about touching him, he's mine."

"Damn right!" Toro said as he to held onto Darcy's arm, "I was meant for Darcy, and you keep your claws off of me, whoever you are."

"The thought never crossed my mind," the woman said, "I would never think of touching the property of my dear little sister."

"'Sister'?" a confused Toro asked.

"Toro, darling," Darcy said, "This is Victoria, my elder sister, but she prefers to be called Vicky."

"Charmed," Vicky said as she and Toro shook hands, "So, Darcy, just where are my other younger siblings?"

"Um…it's a long story," Darcy said in a reluctant tone. How was she supposed to tell her older sister that Icy and Stormy were dead? Murdered while fighting their enemies; Stormy killed by that detestable earthling Tatewaki Kuno, and then her body was burned by that goat-sucking whore Morgan Rodgers. As for Icy, she wound up on the angry end of Carmen Dawson's super-charged Dragon Slave curse.

"Don't bother," Vicky said, "I already know what you, Icy and Stormy have been up to. I must say, I am very disappointed in you. And if mother and father were still alive, they'd also be disappointed."

"Disappointed?" Darcy asked, "Exactly what have we done to disappoint you, mother and father? May they rest in peace."

"Well, let's see," Vicky said, counting her points on her fingers, "First of all, you did manage to gain control of the Dragonfire, for a while, but you neglected to kill the original host as soon as you had the power. That Bloom of Domino has become quite the irritant."

"I've got worse things to call that pathetic fairy princess," Toro said in a tone that spoke vicious volumes.

"I'd love to hear them all," Vicky said, "But to continue. Second; you, Darcy, and your sisters, wound up in Light Rock Monastery, and had to be broken out by that idiot Darkar. He may have created our ancestors, The Ancestress Witches, but he couldn't obtain the pieces of The Codex without your help. That incompetent, scarred, agoraphobic fool of a warlock couldn't find his way out of a broom closet with both hands and a roadmap.

"Then you failed to obtain control over the Relix Talisman. As if you couldn't become more incompetent, you had to join with The Shadow Riders, a venture that resulted in the deaths of your sisters. You've really f#ck#d things up, Darcy, sometimes I'm ashamed that I'm related to you."

"Well at least we kept trying!" Darcy snapped, "Where as you've been doing what to help us? Nothing, that's what! You disappear on us just when we started at Cloud Tower! Where were you when those pathetic fairies, specialists and traitor witches defeated us and The Army of Darkness? Where were you when my sisters and I were thrown into Light Rock and forced into rehabilitation? Where were you when Stormy was stabbed in the heart, and then had her body burned? Where were you when Icy got blown up by that Wicca wanabee Carmen Dawson? Well, where the f#ck have you all this time!?"

"I was busy," Vicky said in a serious tone, as if she was truly sorry for what happened, "Believe me, I would have rushed to you and helped at the first sign of trouble if I could, but I couldn't. I hoped that you three would be alright while I was taking care of my business; apparently I was wrong. Now that our sisters are no longer among the living, my plans and the plans of my comrades will be that much more difficult to fulfill."

"Perhaps," Darcy said, "But perhaps not. Stormy and Icy may be dead, but they won't be gone for much longer. I know how to bring them back."

"Wait a second," said Toro, "Vicky, what was that you said about comrades?"

"Yeah," said Darcy, "It sounds like you've joined up with someone. Care to tell?"

"Later," said Vicky, "But first thing's first; what's this about bringing Icy and Stormy back?"

Darcy then told Vicky of her 'insurance policy' she made towards the end of the fiasco with The Shadow Riders.

"You cloned Icy and Stormy," Vicky said, "Impressive, I was too quick to judge you, Darcy."

"You think that's impressive," said Darcy, "You ain't seen nothing yet."

A short time later Darcy and Toro had taken Vicky to where she was preparing the new bodies for Icy and Stormy. Vicky found it quite humorous that Darcy had chosen an asteroid in the Sol system as a hiding place. Humorous, but smart, "I doubt anyone would consider looking for anything magical in this backwater system, unless they already knew something was here looking for."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Toro asked as they arrived inside the hollowed out asteroid.

"You'll find out," Vicky said, "Now, where are my two little sisters yet to be reborn?"

"Right in here," Darcy said. They entered the innermost chamber of the asteroid. The room was fitted with all sorts of medical equipment. In the middle sat two fluid filled tanks, each containing a human female fetus that was several months old.

"How long until they're ready?" Vicky asked.

"It'll be several more months before the bodies completely mature," Darcy said, "I want my sisters to be physically where they left off. The growth process will increase as time progresses, so I say at the most another year before they can come out of the tanks. Then it'll be probably another year before their memories return."

"Not good enough!" Vicky snapped, "I cannot wait another two years while my sisters relearn what they should already know."

"Well I'm sorry, but this is as good as it's gonna get," Darcy said, "I managed to secure a large amount of the financial assets of The Shadow Riders, but nearly all of what I stole went into procuring this asteroid and the medical equipment. Believe me, if I could get Icy and Stormy back faster I would have done so already."

"Still not good enough," Vicky said as she pulled out a cell phone, "Time is short, and I need all the witch-power I can get my hands on if what my comrades and I have planned is going to work." She began dialing, "I wasn't there to help you and your sisters before, Darcy, but I'm here now."

"Who are you calling?" Darcy asked.

"This little game I'm playing has only begun," Vicky said as she finished dialing, "I've still got a full deck to play," the phone clicked as the call went through, "It's me, come on over." With that she hung up.

"I'm not sure I get what's going on," Toro said.

"I take it that you're still new at this," Vicky said, "All I did was call in a favor."

A few minutes alter someone teleported onto the asteroid. Darcy, Vicky and Toro went to the outer chamber to greet the newcomer; a young woman in her late teens. She had long, bright blond hair and was dressed in a posh manner.

"This had better be good, Vicky," the girl said in a snobbish tone, "I was in the middle of a critical experiment."

"You work takes second precedence next to mine, Diaspro," Vicky said, "Our comrades did say that we should work together, so now's as good time as any to get started."

"You're Sky's former fiancée," Darcy said as she recognized the disgraced princess of Eraklyon, "How did you get involved with Vicky?"

"We share a common enemy," Diaspro said, "That scraggly Earth fairy, Bloom, she took away from me what was supposed to be mine; Sky, and with him the throne of Eraklyon. So in retaliation, I tried to take her life, while hurting her beloved Sky as much as possible. I would have gotten away with it all, if it hadn't been for that slut Stella, those wretched Winx girls and their pathetic Specialists. And let's not forget those disgusting Earth mutants, I owe them one as well.

(for the full story, please read 'The Madness of Diaspro. We now return you to your regularly scheduled fanfiction)

"So you hate Bloom as much as we do," Toro said, "So what are you doing here?"

"Diaspro managed to switch places with a Tleilaxian face dancer at the last second," Vicky said, "Just when she was about to be handed over to the authorities. As far as the Magical Dimension is concerned, that shape shifter serving a life sentence in a maximum security prison is the real Diaspro."

"After my escape from justice," said Diaspro, "I laid low for several weeks, waiting for my chance to destroy those who ruined me. One thing led to another, resulting in me joining up with the same employers whom your sister works for now. So here I am, Vicky, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you," Vicky said, "To use your unique gift with genetics to help bring Icy and Stormy back, as soon as possible. And when I say as soon as possible, I mean it."

"Is that all?" Diaspro asked in a slightly disappointed tone. It was like she was just asked the time of day. "Alright then, Show me the specimens."

They went back inside the inner chamber. Diaspro took one look around the lab and said, "You've got to be f#ck$ng kidding me! You expect me to work with this primitive sh$t?!"

"Primitive my ass!" Darcy exclaimed, "Do you have any idea how much all this cost!?!"

"I assume a lot," Diaspro said, "Considering that you went through black market channels to obtain this outdated scrap. Oh would you look at this," she tapped the tank carrying the unborn Icy, "You call this an axlotl tank? No self-respecting Tleilaxu master would come within a mile of this crap." She tapped the tank again.

"Careful!!" exclaimed Darcy, "That's my sister in there!"

"She'd be lucky to survive for much longer," Diaspro said after reading a computer readout of the status of the tanks, "This chemical mixture is way too unstable. I'd say your sisters would last another week at the most, before dieing."

"You're serious," Darcy said, "Mother Darkness preserve us!"

Toro gulped. This was serious, for Darcy to use the most profound oath a witch could say.

"Indeed," Diaspro said.

"Can they be saved?" Vicky asked.

"If you had called me a little later," Diaspro said, "Then the answer would be no. But I'll do what I can."

Over the next several hours Darcy and Toro watched at Diaspro altered the chemical mixture in the tanks, bombarded the fetus' with mid-level healing magic, as well as a few spells to help speed up the regeneration process.

"I've done what I can," Diaspro said, "They'll live to maturation. I'd say I've cut the growing period down to six weeks, but there's nothing I can do to help them recover their memories, that part is up to them."

"I'm still not clear on how Icy and Stormy will regain their memories," said Toro, "I'm only a fighter, not a medical or psychological expert."

"You're more than a fighter, darling," said Darcy, "But even I don't fully understand how it is done. Something about forcing the clone into a mental crisis, or something like that."

"It's more complicated than you think," said Diaspro, "The memory recovery process differs from patient to patient, most times he or she is forced to confront his or her worst fears. But that may not be the case with your sisters. Like I said, it all depends on Icy and Stormy, when they're ready to come out of the tanks."

"An improvement," Vicky said as she looked over what Diaspro did, "But I can do one better." She conjured up two scrolls, one sealed with a red ribbon, the other black.

"What are those?" Toro asked.

"Two more cards I wish to play at this time," Vicky said as she opened the black sealed scroll, "This spell will speed up time around the tanks, maturing Icy and Stormy in six minutes, rather than six weeks." She read out loud from the scroll, the archaic words vanishing as she read them. When she finished, the scroll was completely blank. She rolled the scroll up for later use, then opened the red sealed one

Darcy and Toro didn't notice any change in the room. But then Darcy noticed that the two fetus' were much larger. Now they were the size of 8 month-old infants.

"Time is such a fickle thing," Vicky idly said as she unrolled the second scroll, "One must take extra care when tampering with it, otherwise who knows when or what you'll end up as."

"What's the second scroll going to do?" a curious Toro asked, while the two bodies in the tanks aged pass the three year mark.

"This will restore the memories of my soon to be reborn sisters," Vicky said as she unrolled the scroll, which was much longer than the first one, "As Diaspro said, it would usually take a traumatizing mental crisis to awaken the genetic memories of a clone, but we don't have the time to risk screwing up my sister's minds, at least not any more than they already are." She began chanting, the words of the scroll vanishing as she read.

By the time she finished, the bodies in the tanks were now in their late teens. The aging began to slow down. Finally the bodies had reach their target age; early twenties.

"Their memories are restored," Vicky said as she rolled up the now blank scroll, "Diaspro, please decant my sisters."

The liquid in the tanks drained; when they were empty of fluid the glass retracted downward. Darcy caught Icy's unconscious, but breathing body and wrapped her in a cloth robe. Toro did the same with Stormy.

"Icy," Darcy said as she wiped her sister's face clean with a towel, "Icy, can you hear me?"

Icy moaned softly as her cold blue eyes began to open. "Darcy?" she whispered, "What…what happened? Where am I?"

"You're back," Darcy said with a joyous smile, quite possibly the happiest she had ever been in her life, "You and Stormy, you're both back."

…Later…

"The last thing I remember," Icy said, "You were talking about some sort of insurance policy, Darcy. You had us give a blood sample. The next thing I know, here I am."

"I remember almost throwing up as you stuck me with that needle," Stormy said, "Then nothing."

"I'm not surprised," Diaspro said, "A clone will only recover the memories he or she experience before the DNA sample used to resurrect him or her was taken. Had a sample been taken after you had died, you would have remembered everything in your former lives, right up to your deaths. But then you wouldn't be clones. No, your scientific term would then be ghola."

"I still can't believe I fell for that paper bomb trick!" Stormy spat, "That bitch Morgan Rodgers is first on my kill list!"

"And the first I shall kill," Icy said viciously, "Is that traitor witch, Carmen. She'll rue the day she ever thought she could beat me."

"When you're finishing plotting revenge, sisters," Vicky said, "Perhaps you would care to listen to my plans."

"I'm sure we'd all like to know what you've been up to, Vicky," Icy said.

"Me too," Toro said.

"You shall, Toro dearest," said Vicky, "And you too, Diaspro. I'm sure that our employers will have use for your talents again and again."

"Splendid," Diaspro said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "Just as long as I'm given free rein in my work."

"And what is your work?" Stormy asked.

"That's my dirty little secret," said Diaspro, "It's on a need to know basis. Anyway, I do believe that someone else owes her sisters an explanation."

"She's right," said Icy, "Vicky, just what the hell have you been up too all these years?"

"I'll tell you what I've been doing," said Vicky, "I've been helping resurrect the R'lyeh Empire."

"No way!" said Darcy, while Stormy gasped in surprise, "The R'lyeh Empire is just a myth, a bedtime story for witches."

"Oh it's very real," said Vicky, "As are the people trying to bring it back."

"The R'lyeh Empire," said Icy, "Now there's an organization I'd gladly join."

"Would you mind enlightening someone who has no idea what you're talking about?" Toro asked.

"The R'lyeh Empire," said Darcy, "Was once the most powerful interstellar nation in the magical dimension; an empire of dark magic users that has yet to be equaled. Thousands of years ago it covered nearly half the galaxy and was poised to plunge the rest into darkness, or so the stories go."

"But they never did get to take over everything," said Stormy, "The empire suddenly vanished, leaving only empty cities on the worlds they controlled. Now they're little more than a myth."

"Like I said," said Vicky, "The empire is real, or it will be real again. Which brings me to the reason why I'm here. Icy, Darcy, Stormy, will you join forces with those seeking to plunge the Magical Dimension back into darkness where it belongs?"

"I don't know," said Icy, "I need to talk with Darcy and Stormy about this."

"Take your time," said Vicky, "But don't take too long."

"Well?" said Stormy once Vicky, Toro and Diaspro were out of earshot, "What do you think?"

"I think that this might not be a good idea," said Darcy, "I mean, after what happened with Darkar, and then the fiasco of The Shadow Riders, not to mention losing you and Icy, I think that by now the three of us should have learned our lesson about teaming up with others."

"But this is Vicky," said Icy, "Our big sister. Sure she wasn't there for us when we needed her help, but she's here now. Besides, the chance of being part of a new R'lyeh Empire, it's just too good to pass up."

"I'm starting to agree," said Darcy, "And who knows, perhaps this time, this time, we'll finally get rid of Bloom and her pathetic friends once and for all."

"Now you're speaking my language," said Stormy, "I'm in, but if this turns out to be another debacle, where we end up getting the short end of the stick, we won't have to wait for Bloom and her friends to destroy us, 'cause I'll kill you both myself for dragging me into another mess."

"Fair enough," said Icy, "But at least wait until I reduce that whore Carmen Dawson into a puddle of slime."

"Then we're in agreement," said Darcy. She then spoke to Vicky, "Well do it."

"Excellent!" said Vicky eagerly, "I'll take you to our headquarters as soon as your sisters are fully rested and recovered."

"I've rested enough to last me a lifetime," said Icy, "Being dead can do that to you. We'll go now."

"No you won't," said Diaspro, "You just got out of the tank. Your bodies need at least two hours to adjust to being alive and moving. Besides, I doubt you'd want to present yourselves before the future rulers of the universe dressed like that."

"Oh," said Stormy as she and Icy realized that they still had on only bathrobes, "You're right, a change is needed." With a snap of her fingers, Stormy was back in her usual purple attire, complete with her eye makeup. Icy followed suit and was back in her normal blue.

"Not bad for someone less than two hours into her second life," said Icy as she admired her reflection in a mirror she summoned.

"Not bad at all," said Stormy as she also admired her reflection.

"If you're done making love to yourselves," said Vicky, "I suggest we get going. I've got a place where you can rest up before going to meet my comrades. The sooner we get started the better; my comrades and their leader aren't fond of waiting longer than necessary."

"You coming, Diaspro?" Toro asked as the four sister witches headed for the teleportation room of the asteroid.

"I'll catch up," said Diaspro as she connected a summoned PDA to the computer running the medical equipment, "This equipment may be as outdated as stone knives and bear skins, but the data collected might just help my work."

"And just what work is that?" Stormy asked.

"I said I'd tell you later," said Diaspro, "Just go already. She won't like it if you're any later than necessary."

"Who's she?" Icy asked.

"She," said Vicky, "Is the woman whose vision will resurrect the R'lyeh Empire. Trust me, sister of mine, you, Darcy and Stormy are going to like Lady Zahidia."

"What about me?" Toro asked.

"I'm sure you'll like her too," said Vicky, "Just as much as she'll like you."

"Um…" said Toro.

"Just go along," said Darcy, "And don't even think of looking at any other girls where we're going."

"The thought never crossed my mind," said Toro. With that the four witches and Toro teleported off the asteroid.

"What a bunch of losers I've fallen in," said Diaspro as she pulled out her cell phone, "Can't be helped. A girl must do what is necessary in order to achieve what's rightfully hers." She dialed a secure number, "Especially if it involves revenge. And it's even better when you manipulate those around you to get that revenge."

The call connected, "What is it?" asked a female voice that was dripping with malice.

"It's done," said Diaspro, "All three Trix are alive again, and are reunited with their estranged sister. It's all going according to plan."

"My plan you mean," said the voice on the other end of the line, "Just as you are mine, Diaspro. Remember, it was I who saved you from the clutches of the Galaxy Police. Do you honestly believe that you would have pulled off that switch with a face dancer all on your own?"

"No, mistress," grumbled Diaspro, "And I haven't forgotten that I'm yours. I just hope that you haven't forgotten your promise."

"I haven't," said the voice, "You will have your revenge, Diaspro, just as soon as everything is in place. Now, do any of your new 'friends' suspect that you have alterative motives? That you serve another?"

"Not at all," said Diaspro, "They all think that I'm only working with them because it pleases me to, and that it pleases me to help restore the R'lyeh Empire."

"Excellent," said the voice, "rest assure, Diaspro, the R'lyeh Empire shall live again, but it shall be me who pulls the strings in the new order." With that the line disconnected.

"Bitch," muttered Diaspro as she pocketed her cell phone, "You think that you've got me firmly leashed like a dog. Well let me tell you something, I'm nobody's dog. I'm not even a dog, I'm more like a cat, a cat that still has her claws, and I plan to claw my way to everything that I want, and I mean everything."

Giggling like the lunatic she is, Diaspro finished downloading the data from the computer, then teleported of the asteroid after Icy, Darcy, Stormy, Toro and Vicky.

The end of chapter 2.

The dark ones have been reunited, their path set on revenge. As for the young dragon princess, her journey continues, now more illuminated than before, yet still full of unknown dangers.

Next chapter: Concerning Enchantix

'For those with wings, fly to your dreams.'