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.

14. The Monster and The Willow

Chapter Fourteen

"The Monster and The Willow"

Bloom had awoken up the following morning in her mother's arms who pressed soft kisses against her forehead. Bloom could see the heartbreak flittered across Marion's face; her mother's fingers intertwined with her own for a sense of security and to dispel her fears aways over what happened to her in the simulation room.

That twinkle of uneasiness that flashed in her mother's green-emerald eyes had caused Bloom's heart to throb painfully.

"How are you feeling, Bloom?" A flicker of a small, sad, smile tugged Marion's lips—gently pushing Bloom's red-hair away from her face.

Bloom had gazed at her once bruised arms to see that it was all gone—no longer throbbing or there was any traces of blood left behind. Her mother must've healed most of her injuries away. Heavy guilt had flooded Bloom's features upon the realization that her mother had been scared to death once Oritel had filled Marion in on everything that happened within the simulator room.

Bloom's hand had reached for the wrapped bandage on her forehead to notice that it was no longer there. Her mother must've been hovering overhead while she'd been in deep sleep, healing her injury. It made Bloom's heart twist and her stomach churn.

"Better now because of you, mom. . ." Bloom replied absentmindedly; her mind still preoccupied back to the memory she'd witnessed in the virtue reality chambers.

In so many ways, Bloom had felt somewhat indirectly responsible for causing her mother to be helpless in the war, unable to aid any of her family members during the time, even though it wasn't her fault for simply existing within her mother's womb. It was utterly difficult for her to wrap her mind around.

"Is there something wrong, sweetheart?" Marion had pursed her lips together—upon seeing the unsettled look on Bloom's face. It was like Bloom was avoiding her gaze and that had dampened Marion's spirit to see her own daughter turning away from her.

Hesitation flickered in Bloom's bright blue eyes over about what she was going to share with her mother. She had to share the details with Marion. It was something that Bloom couldn't just simply keep to herself otherwise it would make her feel uncomfortable in the presence of her own mother, which was something Bloom had wanted to avoid. The girl had let out a heavy, deflating sigh, finally allowing the words to roll off her tongue.

"Yeah, mom, there is something. In the simulation exam, I saw a vision. It was more like of a memory of the past, during Domino's downfall. I saw you, in your Enchantix fairy form, and you were trying to fight off the witches. . . and. . ."

Bloom had closed her eyes, the tears prickling her eyes, before glancing up at her mother with a gloomy expression. ". . . and you said you'd regretted getting pregnant with me. Is that true?"

The woman was jolted by her daughter's words and seeing the sorrowful look Bloom was giving her had cut through Marion's chest like an assassin's blade, leaving her utterly numb.

Marion had never intended to say those words back then, but the witches had been taunting her, manipulating her mind, and she'd been exhausted, and saying those unforgivable words. . . had been the last thing she'd ever wanted to mutter from her lips.

It had been the words of utter regret.

Marion had gently caressed Bloom's rounded cheeks—trying to sooth her daughter's worries and fears away. Marion had a look of sadness on her face as she glanced at Bloom who wanted to hear the truth from her. Her lips had twisted into an uncomfortable sad smile.

"I—those words. . .what I said, was merely a split second of an emotion that ran through me. I wasn't thinking straight and. . . and I guess I didn't want to be a useless wife, daughter, and consort princess. . . and yet I'd lost them. . ."

Cold shivers ran down the back of Bloom's spine upon realizing her mother's implication of words. She knew what her mother was talking about.

Bloom could see the heartbreak and pain flash through her mother's piercing green-emerald eyes. A frown slipped on Bloom's lips. The thought hadn't crossed her mind—about what her mother had genuinely felt in that situation.

The horror. . . the unnecessary bloodshed . . . loss of the people she'd once loved and deeply cared about.

"I'm so sorry." Bloom had gently entangled her arm with Marion's providing her the comfort that Marion truly needed from her.

"Bloom—" Marion had tried but her daughter had easily cut her off.

"It's okay mom. And I can't fathom what you and dad went through after Domino's downfall or how you had the idea to go to Earth." Bloom reassured her in a calmer, softer tone of voice. Her blue eyes shining with sympathy. "It must've been so hard on you and dad."

Marion had opened her eyelids—her blurry visions clearing all up to see that she no longer on Domino. Golden sunlight had spilled through the slit opening of the curtain. Marion was certain she was in a safe place, away from the brutal winters of Domino.

Thick blankets had kept her warm and snuggly; it had made Marion not wanting to get out of bed anytime soon. She turned her gaze to see that her husband wasn't at her side—the left side of the bed was empty. Oritel wasn't there. How did she even get here? Had Oritel brought her here?

"Oritel?" Panic had flooded Marion's chest as she begun to hyperventilate, her heart beating rapidly against her chest.

Marion had tried to get out of bed, but she had struggled to lift herself up, letting out moans under her breath, and taking much deeper breaths of air, nearly forgetting the fact that she was nearly seven months pregnant. It was hard for her to get up from bed so easily without managing to turn to her side.

"Marion?"

The pregnant fairy had turned her attention to see that her husband was rushing to her side-tears sliding down his face out of happiness in seeing Marion awake. Upon seeing her struggle to lift herself, Oritel had helped his wife to sit up.

Oritel's lips had curled into a wide smile. He took his wife's swollen hands into his and gently pressed his soft lips against her hand—reassuring himself that it was real and not some kind of horrifying nightmare. "I'm so happy to see you awake my love. You had me worried about you, Mari."

Marion had returned her husband a gentle smile. . . but it had soon vanished. A look of utmost worry had filled her features as she glanced at Oritel, unable to recognize the stunning decor of the bedroom. "Where are we, Oritel?"

Oritel's expression had changed—appearing rather stern. He wasn't entirely sure how Marion would react to him to making such a heavy and serious decision, but they needed to get to safety first. Oritel had wanted Marion to be checked out by a healer. It was the first thing he had wanted to do—to check on his unborn baby's health.

"We're on planet Magix." Oritel said carefully. "For now."

"Magix?" Marion furrowed her red brows in utter confusion. "How? When did we get here? I don't remember much of anything besides trying to protect myself from the witches. . ."

Oritel had pushed Marion's red bangs aways from her face tenderly soothing away her worries. A look of absolute adoration and love had flittered across his face.

"You don't need to worry about that my love. They're gone. . ." Oritel said calmly. ". . . And we're safe that's all-what matters."

Oritel had placed his hand on his wife's protruding belly. Marion had her hand right on top of her husband's—faintly smiling. A grin had expanded on his face once Oritel had felt his child's kicks within his wife.

"It looks like she's wide awake. . ." Oritel had let out a chuckle, much to see a flicker of warmth on Marion's face. She had gently rubbed her stomach, although, Oritel had noticed subtle traces of sorrows in her emerald eyes. That simple look of hers, Oritel instantly knew that Marion's mind was occupied on something else.

"Are you—is everything alright Marion?"

The tears she held in could no longer be suppressed much to her own strength; tears had spilled from her eyes. Marion had let out a choke sob. "I. . . I . . .I'm sorry Oritel."

Oritel had furrowed his brows, appearing confused by her words. "For the love of the Flame, why are you sorry?"

Marion sniffled. "If I hadn't gotten pregnant, then, we most likely wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe things would've turned out differently."

He had understood what Marion implied. The situation of their realm, people, and even their families would've never come to such a tragic end. Blood had been spilled and lives had been lost.

Oritel had gazed at her with sympathy and appearing as guilty as his wife. Knowing that his unborn child was alive—moving all around within her mother, had made Oritel feel like he was undeserving to be a father to the little girl for the words he had muttered. It was despicable. He wanted to take his foul words back.

Oritel had gently rubbed Marion's back. He let out a weary sigh. "I'd be lying to say that such a thought hadn't crossed my mind. I do admit that it was quite foolish to bring a child into a broken world. . . but what all that matters to me is that you're both alive."

Marion had dabbed at her eyes; she glanced at her stomach. Something warm had filled her chest. Her child. . . . was the only thing that kept her emotions from spiraling out of control. . . gluing her to this heart aching world.

"What are we going to do, now?" Marion whispered.

"I was thinking that we should leave the dimension—"

Marion blinked her eyes, as if unable to process Oritel's words. It had caused her to deeply frown—not liking the idea of leaving the Magical Universe. "—And go where exactly?"

Oritel had a solemn expression. "I was thinking of planet Earth."

"Earth?" Marion furrowed her red brows. She heard of that realm from before—it was located outside of the Magic Dimension, away from all the magical realms. She hadn't liked the idea of living a world with no magic.

"Yes, and it's the perfect realm to raise our child, away from all the dangers that the Magical Dimension possess." Oritel said, gently caressing her cheek. "And we don't have to give up on our magic, if that's what you're worried about, darling."

Marion bit her lips, gazing at her husband with some fiery hope in her eyes. She had her hand resting on her belly; her expression had soften, knowing that Oritel had the right intention. Being away from dark witches who would harm her child, would be the best protection for her baby girl.

"I don't think me, or your father would've coped with losing you. . ." Marion had shuddered, before cupping Bloom's face, insisting to her that they'll always continue to love her no matter what, a warm smile blossomed Marion's lips. ". . .you're everything to us."

"I know." Bloom's throat tightened upon speaking those words. Her hand resting on Marion's shoulder; her blue eyes shining with tenderness.

"Out of curiosity, do I have to re-take the exam again?" Bloom asked, still somewhat worrying about the damage she'd done to the simulation chambers that might've caused her to fail.

Marion had let out a chuckle upon seeing the concern written all over her daughter's face. "You've done remarkably well on the exam, Bloom. I'm so proud of you for the brilliant fairy you're becoming."

It had warmed Bloom's heart; a soft smile graced her face.

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Needlessly to say that Headmistress Griffin was utterly livid at the Trix once again, pacing back and forth in her office. Faragonda had filed an official complaint letter to the headboard of education, thus, receiving a humiliation of a lifetime.

Griffin had to endure an earful lecture from Oritel who wasn't happy about what had happened during his daughter's exam session and to some degree reprimanding her for the Trix's actions.

Rage had burned in her golden-emerald eyes. Her marooned-painted thin lips had curved into a frown. Her eyebrows arched. Griffin had her hands to the side of her hips—glaring heavily at the three Senior students who stood before her.

"You three had caused me nothing but pain and utter humiliation since the beginning of the year. I've been scolded by the board of education and from my dear old colleagues!" Griffin bellowed harshly.

"We were just—"

"Silence!" Griffin snapped. "How many times I've told you when you wreck any sorts of havoc to not be caught? But you three manage to fail every single time!"

"But—" Stormy tried, feeling all the electric sizzling up her skin. She couldn't tolerate the headmistress's once chummy friends—the allies of the light side. It had rained down her little parade.

It was utterly disgusting that witches were seeking out a fairies or light wizards' approval over anything. Witches should be the ones dominating the Magic Dimension with their fierceness and prowess. Stormy could never fathom such an idea.

Darcy kept quiet, despite wanting to hurl a few words at the older woman. She wasn't like Icy who had a slippery mouth when it comes to being in a situation like this. Darcy had had a better control of her temper and magic.

"But in this particular situation, I know fully well what you're up too and that needs to stop. The hunt for the Dragon Flame needs to come to an end, tonight. Do you understand me?" Griffin said sharply.

This had caused Icy to sneer; the girl couldn't help but snap. "You think we're going to suckle up to the pathetic fairies and their damned rules? We're witches for Dragon's sakes. It's tragic to think that our own headmistress is allies with said Company of Light."

At this being said, it had struck Griffin to the core; she was crossed upon hearing such words flow directly from Icy's mouth. That girl had a way of trying to get under one's skin.

Griffin's pupils had turned into slits. "You do better control your tongue in my presence."

Icy had always liked to dance on the dangerous lines. She titled her head to the side, crooning. "Or you'll do what, exactly? Expel us? I doubt you would actually do it, because you'd rather have us being under your 'watchful' gaze, isn't that so?"

"Heed my warning girls that if you don't back down from your attempts at stealing the Dragon Flame, I'll have no choice but write to your families and explain the gravity of the situation myself."

Icy had swallowed back her words—shuddering—but she still kept her nasty sneer on as if Griffin hadn't managed to find a way to simply get under her skin. A weakness. Something that Icy had truly despised.

"I'm sure your parents would be thrilled to know what their own daughters are trying to start up again, no?" Griffin drawled, her golden-emerald eyes sparking with much mirth. "And I'm assuming that they don't want that kind of dark legacy looming over them again."

"You don't know anything about my family." Icy retaliated back—grinding her teeth together as frost had formed all over the windows—an indication that she was losing her temper.

"Knowing that if I discussed this particular issue with them, I'm certain you'll be kicked out on the streets. They've given you their last straw and if you dare to cross the line . . . that'd be devastating, wouldn't it?"

Icy held her head high and proud. "What don't I understand is why you're so keen on betraying witches? You've turned against the Ancestral Witches in favor of the Company of Light. . ."

Unbearable memories had flooded Griffin's mind—wincing as if it happened yesterday. "There are reasons that you would never come to understand. You're only a child who isn't aware of the weighty situation, only following blindly."

Icy had let out a dramatic puff, still not believing the headmistress's words. "What a lame excuse."

"Just so we're crystal-clear girls," Griffin had managed to catch their attention, "one more attempt like that, not only would I contact your families, but I will also hand you over to the authority of Magix and they'll be the ones dealing with you. Oritel can press charges against you if you decide to threaten his family again. . . so you better watch your back ladies."

With that being said, the headmistress had dismissed the Trix out of her office with Icy grumbling under her breath. The older woman had causally dropped into her chair—massaging her temples with her fingers. Those girls were starting to rub on her the wrong way, and they might give her more stress than Griffin had ever imagined.

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"Flora!"

Bloom was rudely awake one morning upon hearing a shrilling voice that was filled with irritation. The girl had rubbed her eyes, letting out a yawn as she had gotten up from bed to see what all the yapping was going on about from the brink of the morning. She had easily detected that the voice had belonged to a certain blond princess.

"You've gone too far this time! I'm putting a stop to it."

Bloom had emerged out of her dorm to see Stella and Flora bickering. Stella had placed her hands to the sides of her hips—puffing—and Flora had her arms crossed over her chest in some sort of defense. They were no longer wearing their pajamas—and it appeared to Bloom that they've been awake for quite some time.

Bloom furrowed her red brows in confusion. She had let another yawn slip from her mouth—still groggy tired. "What in the world is going on?"

Stella, for one unlike the rest of them, had always had something to complain about almost every single day. Bloom had truly adored Stella to bits, but at times, the girl was simply a handful in her own demands that should be carted to her own tastes. Stella couldn't allow the trivial matters slip past by her (or to simply ignore it).

Stella had always complained about how nothing was up to her standards from the foods in the cafeteria, to the bathroom not being big enough for her to lay out all of her skin and hair products, or how they had to share it one after another.

Stella scoffed. "Oh, I'll tell you what's going on Bloom. Flora's over doing it as usual."

"Now you're over exaggerating it." Flora retaliated back, somewhat feeling offended by the princess' harsh words. "I'm just carrying out a couple of experiments is all. I really don't see what's the big deal since my exam is coming up soon."

Bloom blinked her eyes—her gaze torn between the fairy of the sun and moon and the fairy of nature. She could see the flash of hurt cross Flora's face as she was one of the most sensitive out of the group and Flora had disliked getting into arguments. Apparently, Stella wasn't having any of Flora's lame excuses.

"Please Stella, let's not get into any fights today. Can you at least do that?" Bloom piped up softly.

"No." Stella snapped, sounding like a five-year-old girl throwing a temper tantrum. "I, unlike you, do mind having my own privacy of my room and not being invaded by a jungle of plants."

"Plants?" Bloom repeated, rubbing her eyes as if she hadn't heard Stella from the very first time. "So that's what got you upset from the morning?"

"But you said it was okay," Flora couldn't help but snap at Stella.

"Yeah, that was before I knew what I was getting myself into. Just a plant or two wouldn't have been a big deal if I've known that this was going to happen." Stella shot back harshly. "I would've never allowed it in the first place, Flora."

Bloom had let out a heavy sigh, knowing Stella, her anger wasn't going to die down anytime soon until she'd gotten what she wanted. "I mean having plants in the room isn't something you should be fussing over Stella."

"But I'm not you Bloom. Maybe you would allow Flora to turn your room into a huge chemistry lab, which by the way could get us all into huge trouble with Griselda if she decides to drop by for a visit." Stella had reminded the fairy of nature. "But not me."

Bloom had winced at Stella's harsh words. She hadn't had any problems with allowing Flora to put a couple of plants in her room for experiments. She had given Flora permission to study for her upcoming exam in the simulator room, but even she had noticed that her own dorm room was being overgrown with vines.

"I doubt she'd be doing an inspection anytime soon," Flora muttered under her breath. "Plus, Bloom gave me permission to study for my upcoming exam."

Stella snorted—rolling her eyes irritated. "Yeah. No kidding. You've been going on about it for a month."

Stella had blatantly ignored Bloom and had mocked Flora in a childish but condensing tone of voice.

"I'm going to use the power of flowers to thwart the witches' evil spell. . ."

Flora's face had reddened.

"And what's wrong with that? I see no harm in preparing extra early." Bloom frowned.

Stella had narrowed her hazel eyes. "Bloom, the plants are seriously overtaking my entire room. Come and take a look for yourself."

Stella had stomped all the way to her room, expressing complete frustration with Flora who had overflowed her bedroom with a variety of different plants. Bloom out of curiosity had followed Stella and behind her was Flora.

Bloom wasn't entirely sure what to expect, but Stella being rather dramatic about the situation. The moment Bloom had stepped her foot in Stella's room, her eyes had flung wide open—shocked by the sight. Stella's room was being overrun by the plants who were taking every ounce of space—the vines were all spread out, dancing around—almost appearing like a true jungle.

What had caught Bloom's eyes, were some of the plants that were trying on Stella's clothes—being utterly mismatched in tank top and skirt with bright colors that hadn't matched as it danced in front of the large, reflective mirror. Across from the plants who were playing dress up in Stella's clothes and bouncing all around, a giant flower like, was happily playing around with the girl's make-up in front of the vanity mirror.

Bloom was speechless. To be fair, she was unsure what to say or how to calm down a distressed Stella who was groaning about the unfolding situation before her eyes.

"Okay, I did give Flora permission to put her flowers by my windowsill because they need a lot of sunlight, but then she spread herself out and put a bunch of melanoma varicosa." Stella exasperated. "And you say there's no harm in that, Bloom."

"It's memosa-vainatosa," Flora had kindly corrected Stella. "And they'll adapt to their surrounding environment."

Stella had the urge to chew Flora out but was being calmly patient with her. "Whatever." She had turned her attention back onto Bloom, who seemed to be suppressing in her giggles. "You think it's funny don't you Bloom."

"Oh, come on it's not that bad as you're making it out to be. . ." Bloom had tried to dismiss Stella's complaint, as she wasn't seeing what the problem was.

Stella grumbled. "I mean, she put those plants next to my mirror, my mirror Bloom and you know how that's important to me whenever I have to look at myself. . ."

"Well, it's normal," Flora had chipped in, trying to lessen Stella's distress about the ever-growing plant situation in her room. ". . . they feed off reflected light and it's just perfect."

Stella lifted a blond eyebrow—pointing her finger at the plants who were dancing in her mismatched colored tank top and mini skirt—emphasizing her issue. "And you think this is perfectly normal?"

Flora's face had reddened—the heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Look at them! They're stretching my clothes and they're using my make-up. . ." Stella wailed dramatically, clutching onto Bloom's arm in tears. ". . . and look of them, they have no sense of taste or fashion!"

"I mean they're just plants." Bloom said bluntly.

"Please tell Flora I'm not overreacting! I seriously can't take it anymore and I'm losing my patient with these plants." Stella implored desperately. She could no longer stand those wretched plants that were ruining her clothes and make-up. "You'd be upset too if they played around with your make-up and clothes, Bloom."

Bloom bit her lips; hesitation flickered in her eyes. She hated taking certain sides whenever an argument had broken out among her roommates. "Technically, I keep my things stored away so the plants wouldn't mess around with my things. It seems to be they're a fan of bright colors."

Flora scoffed. "You know, Stella, you're the only person who's complaining about it. I never heard Musa or Tecna saying a single word."

Stella tossed her an angry glare—huffing. "You know what, I'm going to ask them myself and I'll find out for sure if they're bothered by your unnecessary killer weeds that you managed to spread all over the dorm."

Flora and Bloom exchanged glances and followed the fairy of the sun and moon to Tecna's and Musa's shared dorm.

Once Flora walked into the duo's dorm, she had spotted Musa chilling on her bed, reading her musical notes while playing the flute. As for Tecna, she wasn't in sight at all. Gone.

Musa had noticed that Flora, along with an unhappy Stella who was seizing under her breath and a skeptic Bloom walking in tow into hers and Tecna's dorm.

The girl had lifted a blue eyebrow. "Hey, what's going on?"

"We're just looking for Tecna." Stella mumbled under her breath, hotly. "Is she here?"

"Nah, I haven't seen her since this morning, but she did say she was off to run some errands and perhaps catch up with Timmy."

"Musa," Flora had started off calmly—glancing at the girl nervously. "You and Tecna hadn't had any issues with my plants, right?"

Musa blinked her eyes, puzzled. "Huh? We have plants in our room?"

"Yeah, I asked Tecna a couple of weeks ago to place one of my favorite ivy plants in place that has the least amount of sunlight for better growth," Flora casually explained.

Musa, knew that she and Tecna's dorms were the least room that had sunlight spilling in. In other words, she could understand why Flora had asked of Tecna to keep her ivy plants in their room. It was perfect, not that Musa knew much about plants like Tecna did.

"I never seen any ivy plant lingering around here, but since you said in needs to be kept in the dark, maybe try the closet?" Musa had offered.

"Brilliant thinking Musa!" Flora had rushed over to Tecna's side of the room, in particular her closet. Her jade-green eyes and widen upon hearing murmurs coming from the closet. The girl had opened the double doors, much to her own horror had covered her mouth in shock. "Tecna!"

Tecna narrowed her teal blue eyes at the fairy of nature—cursing at her—but Tecna's voice was completely muffled.

Flora had easily used her magic to free a helpless, but strangled Tecna who seemed to be struggling due to the vines incredible strong grasp on her—how it had tightened all around the fairy of technology.

Bloom had no words to say or how she would back up Flora on this. Poor Tecna! The vines were strangling her. Musa had her mouth hung open—gaping in shock. Stella on the other hand was the first one to prove her point.

"Dragons Flora! What kind of experiment is this? We've got to worry about killer vines being on a rampage!" Stella snapped, throwing the fairy of nature an intense glare—proving her point—that the plants had needed to go.

"Did you not hear me Musa? I was yelling for a good portion of thirty minutes to be exact!" Tecna said, her teal-blue eyes flashing furiously.

Tecna was the least person out of the Winx, to express any kind of intense and raw emotions like what she was displaying at the moment. The girl was red in the face. She was being smothered in the closet by plants in the dark.

Musa had simply shrugged, unbothered. "I was busy practicing my notes on my flute. I didn't exactly hear you. Plus, I'm not in a habit in snooping in other people's closet."

"This is exactly what I'm talking about Flora!" Stella finally snapped. "Your plants are overtaking our rooms and even you can't deny it. I was nice enough to let you place a few in my dorm but enough is enough."

Tecna had let out a heavy sigh not wanting to cause much more of a fuss than needed to and tried to keep cool about the entire situation. The girl agreed with Stella's point, even Musa had appeared to be on the princess's side which was rare as she and Stella had often clashed in arguments—always disagreeing with a certain fairy of the sun and moon.

Flora appeared to be utterly disheartened by Stella's harsh words—wincing.

"Flora," Musa begun, trying to find the best words possible without sounding mean, "I don't mean to discourage you from putting plants in our room, but I don't want to worry about the plants trying to murder me."

Tecna glared at Flora. "Oaky, I would really like to know what type of vines these were Flora?"

Flora had lost all coloring on her face, upon the question being asked—paling dramatically. "Uh. . . they were uh. . . triple s's. . ."

At this being said, Tecna's eyes had narrowed at her in fury. "Triple s's?"

Flora was hesitant of speaking the type of vines they were—nervousness reflected on her face. ". . . they're sequoia Sepulveda swifta. . ."

"What!" Tena's eyes had flung wide open upon registering the familiar words. Anger had burned with her. Those specific plants. . . now she had understood why she'd been snatched away into her own closet as a prisoner.

The fairy of nature had flinched at Tecna's harsh but yet cold tone. "I'm so sorry, Tecna. I had no idea that they would grow so fast like that," Flora had frantically apologized to the girl.

Tecna, upon seeing the crying desperation written all over Flora's face and knowing that she was one of the most sensitive out of the group, Tecna had decided to let go of the fury that was building inside of her. It hadn't been out of Flora's intention to hurt her. Tecna supposed she was overreacting to the situation, but still, those plants had got to go from her dorm.

Stella had glanced at the fairy of nature, her hands to the side of her hips. "Look, it's all well and good Flora, but I think those killer string beans have got to go."

Flora had swallowed hardly, in some ways, Stella had a point, despite a few tears escaping her eyes. All of her latest creations and plants had been causing nothing but trouble among her roommates.

The girl had wiped the tears away, sniffling. "Yeah, you're right Stella. I'll clear out all of my stuff and take it all over to Black Mud Swamp until the exam is over."

Bloom felt the shiver run across her skin—causing several formation of goosebumps upon the thought of being in a muddy, yucky, and smelly swamp. Flora, camping out there and doing her experiments in the swamp had caused her heart to sink to the bottom of the abyss—wincing.

"But. . . you can't take your things to the swamp. . . it's not suited for you to be out there alone." Bloom tried to argue, a frown slipping on her lips despite the out-of-control plants that were overtaking their dorms. Bloom felt bad for Flora. She could understand that Flora was just nervous about the exam, and she was preparing extra early for it.

Flora had given Bloom a heartfelt smile—trying to hide the hurt from the Winx. "I'm the fairy of nature Bloom. Being in a place surrounded by nature, that's my expertise and the best place to study all of my creations and experiments without causing a mess. . ."

"But—" Bloom had tried to reason with her.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine Bloom." Flora had calmly reassured the girl.

Bloom watched as Flora had managed to dip away in order to collect all of her plants that she had scattered out all over the dorm.

The redhead girl had her arms crossed over her chest upon seeing Musa continuing to play her flute, Stella was picking at her nails, and Tecna who was scrolling on her phone—neither of the three girls showing an interest in trying to reason with Flora about not going to the Black Mud Swamp. To them it was the perfect solution.

Bloom had tapped her foot—scolding them. "That's it, huh? You're just letting Flora pack up her things and go to the swamp? Shouldn't we at least be supportive of her and not criticizing her? Be a little compassionate?"

Stella couldn't help but whine like a little girl. "Yeah, but those plants of hers knows no boundaries. They've ruined my couture clothes and make up. . ."

Bloom rolled her bright blue eyes. "Unbelievable Stella! You care more about material items than Flora actually passing the exam. I mean you could buy those stuff again. Can you for be a little understanding for once?"

"Normally I'm not the one to agree with Stella on any matter, but come on, be a little realistic Bloom. Those plants are everywhere, and it had me trapped in my own closet for half-hour and none of you would've noticed. . ." Tecna frowned.

"I'm not saying that you don't make a fair point Tecna." Bloom said.

"But Flora should be a little considerate as well, Bloom." Musa chimed in; her lips twisting into a frown. "I mean, this is our room and I kind of don't want to worry about plants threatening me like they did Tecna."

"We do care for Flora, but. . . I mean, those plants are hard to deal with. We aren't experts on the matter." Stella had tired, but Bloom had seemed to be cutting her off.

"I'm aware that her experiments had gotten a little over the top I agree. But I suspect its after what happened to me in the simulator room. It must've stressed Flora out." Bloom said, her tone softening, trying to get her friends to see the bigger picture behind Flora's worry over the upcoming simulation exam.

At this being said, Stella, Musa, and Tecna had fallen silent, digesting the words that Bloom had uttered.

"I mean I could complain about all of you. Like how Musa plays her instruments and they're pretty loud, and Tecna pulls things apart and make new digital gadgets with Timmy. Or you Stella—" Bloom pointed a finger at her. "—You and your endless hours of drama phone calls while we all wait for the bathroom and the things you leave behind, huh? Flora doesn't a say a word about it."

Musa, Tecna, and Stella had fallen rather quiet—heat rushing to their faces—flustering. Guilt had settled in their features as they looked at one another.

Musa was the first one to speak, still rather embarrassed. "When you put it that way Bloom, I suppose we were harsh with Flora. . ."

Stella was still red in the face, fiddling with her long blond strand of hair—twirling it between her fingers. The girl hated whenever she had unintentionally sounded mean or acted like a royal pain in the ass. But. . . Flora was over pushing her boundaries and that had to count for something, right?

"I didn't think that any of our things would be annoying either." Tecna said, but it hadn't meant she was any happier with Flora's plant that had attacked her and nearly strangled her within her own closet.

"I guess we have go after her even if it means going down to the swamp. . ." Musa said awkwardly. ". . . and apologize to her for being assholes."

Stella seemed to be hesitant about the whole situation. The girl wasn't a fan of going down to the yucky swamp that had a horrible stretch that would cling to her. She had her arms crossed over her chest—nearly wanting to protest about not going down there herself.

"Well, you guys can go, but I'm not going to the swamp." Stella crossed her arms.

"Stella!" Musa snipped at her harshly.

"It's filthy, disgusting, and it's filled with bugs!" Stella whined.

"You're acting like a child." Musa shot back with a glare.

"Look I can't force you to come to the swamp Stella, but I'm going to help Flora out, you can either join us or not." With that being said, Bloom had walked out of Musa's and Tecna's dorm—shutting the door behind her.

---

"This place reminds me of my realm, Linphea." Flora took in deep breath, easily noticing the scents of the swamp that filled her nostrils.

Flora had her campsite set up near the lake that glittered under the glaring sun. The area was cluttered with a large pink tent, a sleeping bag that was inside the tent, and a wide station where she had all of her various plants experiments set up. Stacks of books were placed to the side.

A bright smile graced her face—utterly delighted by the sight of seeing Tecna, Musa, Bloom, and even Stella. Although, Flora had suspected that they had manage to drag Stella's ass all the way out here since the princess wasn't a fan of being in a swamp.

"I still can't believe you're all here. I honestly didn't think any of you, besides Bloom, would come and help me!" Flora said delightedly.

Stella had mustered on a tight smile. "Yeah, no kidding."

"Truth to be told, we were being assholes to you Flora." Musa had begun. "And we wanted to apologize to you. You're out friend and we shouldn't have behaved like that."

"I agree. I acted rather illogically Flora, and for my sake, can you please find it in you to forgive me." Tecna said, feeling the regret swirling in her chest.

"Of course, I can." Flora smiled. "And to be fair, I also wanted to apologize for spreading out my plants everywhere and for causing mayhem. I shouldn't have pushed any of you over your boundaries—"

Stella let out a weary sigh. "And I think I may have overreacted Flora. You know how I can be; I don't really think before speaking."

"I mean, we all have bad habits. . . and yet you never once complained about us. . ." Tecna said, cheeks burning red—flustering.

"Don't worry about it, Tecna. I'm way over that and I much more important things to do." Flora replied softly.

Stella was swatting the bugs with her own hands—muttering cursed words under her breath—and yet complaining about the swamp. "Anyways, I hope we don't stay too long. . . I'm already getting sweaty and irritated by the nasty bugs."

Bloom had scolded Stella for not being able to suppress her unnecessary, meaningless comments. Sure, she wasn't a fan of the overall weather within the swamp that was humid, wet, and muddy. Or worse the humidity that had caused her hair to frizz up in which she hated it, but Bloom was willing to help Flora with accomplishing her task without having to complain about every trivial thing there was about the swamp.

Bloom had already noticed that a few red bumps had formed on her thighs due to the bugs bites, despite spraying anti-bug repellent all over her exposed skin. It still hadn't kept the insects away from piercing into her skin.

"Is there anything in particular that you need help with Flora?" Bloom asked.

Flora had shot Bloom and the rest of the Winx a hopeful smile. "Well, there is one thing that I'm in search of. . ." she had fingered the page that displayed a delicate looking flower, ". . .this is what I'm in need of. This is the Cheerful Gladiolus."

"That's a pretty little flower, but I doubt you would find it here." Stella noted—scanning the area that was filled with vines, shrubs, lily pads, and huge trees. There was unusual flowers that weren't eye-catching and not the kind that Flora had described.

"Actually, that's where you're wrong Stella." Flora broke in. "The ecosystem here is quite diversified, and it's the perfect place. This particular flower isn't out in the open as it's a very skittish flower. It doesn't let itself be picked."

Stella blinked her eyes—letting out a dramatic moan. "You must be joking right, Flora? Don't tell me we have to coax this flower out of hiding. I'm sick of plants having a will of its own. . ."

Everyone seemed to be ignoring Stella's ridiculous comments. Although Musa showed a peek of interest in the type of flower Flora was discussing.

"So, what does this Cheerful Gladiolus do? It sounds like it's a very unique kind of plant." Musa's dark blue eyes were lit in curiosity.

"Oh, it is!" Flora flashed her a smile. "Well, the essence of the Cheerful Gladiolus is what makes it unique, Musa. It's the antidote for the witch's sadness spell."

Bloom lifted a curious eyebrow. "Sadness spell? Like crying?"

"I wouldn't underestimate its spell, Bloom. It's magical affects is quite strong if taken at light dosage and it could linger on for weeks. . ." Flora had seriously warned.

"You mean like being depressed and stuff." Bloom said quite astonished.

The fairy of nature had given her a nod.

"Oh, so is what you're going to be using for the exam?" Tecna had popped the question. She was genuinely intrigued.

"Yup, if the Trix shows up," Flora's lips had twisted into a wicked grin, "then I'll be using the antidote on them as my revenge."

"I like your idea of revenge Flora." Musa smiled. "I would like to see those witches being miserable for once."

"Remind me not to get on your bad side." Tecna had joked while chuckling.

"Don't worry, I'll never do that to my friends." Flora calmly reassured Tecna—winking. "But only to those who deserve it like the witches."

"Anyways," Stella begun, clicking her tongue—glancing at the fairy of nature. "We should get started that way we can get this over with and get back to Alfea soon."

---

Being under the sun's intense rays was quite the ordeal despite being the fairy of the sun and moon. Fat sweats had formed across her forehead, sliding down her face as she had carried on walking behind the other girls sighing.

"Think of it as getting a golden tan that you always wanted, princess," Musa snickered.

Stella had threw a dirty glare at Musa for mocking her; the girl not paying any attention to where she was walking had slipped into a large wet, muddy, area. Stella had let out a screech of utter horror. The girl was covered in mud—tainting her skin, outfit, and hair. "Why. . . just why. . .dragons! Why does this swamp have to be. . . so . . ."

"Swampy." Musa finished for the princess with a satisfactory grin on her face.

"Your comment is so uncalled for, Musa." Stella snipped back.

"And you thought it was necessary to dress like a run-way model. This is a swamp for Dragon's sake!"

Bloom had approached to see her best-friend covered in mud—wincing. "Stella, are you alright?"

"No! I'm not okay." Tears sprung to Stella's eyes. It was utterly humiliating for her to be covered in filthy. Stella had cursed under her breath once she'd gotten up, trying to use her magic to get the mud right off of her as she groaned.

Musa couldn't help but chuckle upon seeing a spoiled princess getting what she had deserved, meanwhile Tecna had shook her head—displeased by the princess' outburst-if she had been slightly more positive about the swamp, Stella wouldn't have been covered in mud.

"I had it with this place!" Stella let out her outburst that she'd been keeping in for the sake of Flora; her hazel eyes flashing furiously, and her patient was wearing thin. "I'm exhausted and dirty and my feet is killing me from all that walking!"

Flora looked at Stella, sympathetically. The girl knew that Stella being in a swamp was way beyond her comfort zone—swirls of guilt flooded her chest; her peachy lips twisting into a frown. "I'm sorry for making you come out here, Stella."

"Ah, yes, thank you for your concern about me, Flora." Stella couldn't help but to scorn the fairy of nature.

Tecna rolled her teal-blue eyes, no longer being able to tolerate Stella's endless whining about the place. "If we knew that you were going to complain about every trivial thing about the swamp, perhaps you shouldn't have followed us."

Tecna's sharp comment caused Stella to close her mouth like a fish—although still fuming on the inside.

"Like that's going to help my situation right now, Tecna!" Stella spat out lividly.

"For Dragon's sake once we go back to the dorm, you can have the longest shower." Musa added in, trying to destress the moody princess. "And this time we wouldn't care."

"No! I just want to find the damned flower already!" Stella yelled a little too loudly—in an aggressive tone. "And if we're not going to find it soon, I'm heading back to Alf—"

Flora's jade-green eyes fluttered wide open—rushing to the blond princess's side—placing her hand on Stella's mouth—hushing her up entirely. "Shhhh. . ."

Stella's eyes had enlarged—her pupils tuning into thin slits. The princess couldn't believe that Flora was silencing her voice. How rude. Flora had gotten on her nerves, and this was the last straw.

"Look in the water. . ." Flora whispered to Stella, trying not to scare off the small-sized Water Nymphs who were fluttering over the lily pads. "Those are Water Nymphs. . ."

Bloom for the first time in her life, couldn't blink her eyes. She was utterly fascinated by seeing such tiny, magical creatures other than Pixies who were the smaller versions of fairies.

Bloom's bright blue eyes were on the two Water Nymphs who were playing around—and having a cheerful conversation—noting their small giggles that sounded like chiming bells catching the soft breeze. It had certainly captivated her interest in the small magical creatures. The two Water Nymphs had dove back into the water and out again, happily playing and enjoying their day.

"Wow, they're so beautiful and they look like mermaids." Bloom remarked on their appearances.

"Yeah, and they're so tiny." Musa added, smiling.

"Hey! Look at this girls, beneath the water," Tecna had pointed out to the visible clusters of air bubbles that was beneath the waters. "From my sources, Water Nymphs don't live above the surface for fear of predators of attacking them, so they resort to using air bubbles underwater—making it their home."

Bloom was in awe. "It's like a miniature city."

Bloom knew it had been a good idea to wear shorts with a loose t-shirt. If she had worn her usual pair of pants, she would've suffered with wet jeans. Musa had to roll up her baggy pants, although, Tecna unfortunately could not, thus she went into the lake—getting wet.

Stella had bit Flora on the hand—finally having enough of Flora shushing her up after endless of hours of walking through the swamp.

"Ground walkers!" one of the nymphs had spoken; fear evidence in her voice.

The small creatures had flew away upon hearing the Winx's loud voices—hiding behind the big pink flowers that were on the lily pads. Flora was the one to approach the nymphs as she had kneeled down—it hadn't mattered to her if she was completely wet. Her jade-green eyes sparking with much warmth.

"Wait! Please don't leave!" Flora cried out softly. "We're not going to hurt you. We're your friends, I promise."

"Friends?" one of the nymph had appeared skeptical of Flora's words. Her large eyes narrowing. "That sounds awfully bold of you. And how can we be certain that you won't hurt us?"

"You have my word." Flora reaffirmed. "I'm curious if you had any ideas as to where I would find a Cheerful Gladiolus? After all, it's known to be a skittish flower."

The purple nymph and the pink nymph exchanged glances—both speaking in low voices before turning their attention to the group of Alfean fairies.

"Why don't you follow us. . ." the pink nymph said gently.

"I do believe that our Queen knows the location about this particular plant you want, but you have to prove your worth," the purple nymph said smiling.

Flora was utterly impressed by the sight—never having been around this area of the swamp from before. She had never seen such magnificent plants from before—the vibrant, colorful, and the appearances of these plants were quite exotic.

"This area is stunning." Bloom noted—her blue eyes drawn to every inch of the landscape—never seeing such a sight in a murky swamp.

Musa and Tecna were just admiring the peacefulness of the swamp. Unlike Stella, who kept eyeing the various, delicate, but beautiful flowers suspiciously. After having been around Flora's experiments, she was sure that those plants might be out to get her.

The two nymphs had led the girls to a vast area that was filled with vines, and sophisticated flowers and lily pads that were arranged in a specific pattern.

The Winx came to a halt upon spotting a small little grove area, two other nymphs were at the side of the Queen—spears in hand—no doubt that they were the royal guards protecting the Queen from any unwanted intruders. The Queen was sitting on a throne that was made out of delicate flowers, leaves, and vines wrapped all around.

"Her Royal Majesty, Queen Rosie," the pink nymph, named Estrella, who had introduced herself to the Winx earlier. She had a proud and graceful smile as she bowed to her queen, along her friend, Serena.

The queen had a delicate smile. "I would like to welcome you to our lovely home. We're delighted to see you as we normally don't receive any visitors. And to what do I owe to pleasure to seeing the fairies on such a wonderful day?"

Serena was the one to speak out on behalf of Flora. "I do believe one of them needs a special plant from you, your Majesty.

Queen Rosie had a curious look in her bright eyes and said in an ever-soft voice. "And may I ask, who is the fairy requesting such a plant?"

Flora had a gentle smile. "That would be me, your Majesty. I'm Flora and the fairy of nature. I do believe the Cheerful Gladiolus is what I'm in need for my potion."

Queen Rosie had blinked her eyes—surprised by such a request from such a kindhearted young fairy. "That is a big request as you can see the Cheerful Gladiolus is one of the rarest flowers you'll ever find. And I do believe the only way to obtain this particular flower is to prove your worth."

"I am very much aware of it, your Majesty."

"And I can sense that you have a lot of respect for nature, Flora," the queen noted. "But I do have a favor to ask of you."

"Of course, anything."

Bloom was rather interested to know what help the queen had wanted.

"As you can see, we are in dire need of your help. We've been living here for years, and the environment is just perfect. But unfortunately, we're stuck with a monster who attacks us and threatens our daily life." Queen Rosie frowned.

At this being said, the Winx had let out sharp gasp of horror.

"What? A monster attacking you?" Bloom didn't like the sound of that; concern flashing in her blue eyes for the tiny nymphs.

Stella blinked her eyes. "I don't mean to sound rude or anything your Majesty, but I'm sure there are other places you could live without being attacked by monsters, right?"

Queen Rosie had looked down, terror struck her features, her hands wrung nervously. She had bit her lips. "If only that were the case."

Musa's eyes had widened. "Wait. This means, you can't leave, right."

"Unfortunately, no. If you look over that way—" Rosie had pointed into the direction where a large island was in the middle of the lake. "—right behind the fog bank, there's an island. In the deep waters, there's an underground cave is where the horrible creature lives."

"I still don't understand. . ." Stella frowned.

"Our survival depends on a plant called zilleth and it can only be found on that particular island and nowhere else." Queen Rosie stated sadly.

"The zilleths helps us to manufacture the air-bubbles underwater and without it we would have to live on the surface where predators awaits." Serena explained.

"So, you want us to help to get rid of the monster?" Tecna question.

"Precisely."

Flora had gave a nod—understanding their new mission now in eliminating the monster that threaten the lives of the Water Nymphs. "You can count on us!"

"Hold on for a second—" Stella had tried to protest.

"Come on Stella." Bloom had personally dragged her into following them.

"Thank you so much for your kindness. . ." the queen said.

"No problem." Musa smiled.

". . . and good luck."

---

The Winx were fluttering across the lake in search of the monster under the scorching sun—flying towards the middle lake where the island was located. There was no signs of anything unusual going around, no ripples in the water, no shadows being seen underwater, no loud growling, and definitely no monster in sight.

Stella was glancing all around—looking rather uncertain and slightly queasy on the inside. A subtle growl was heard.

The girl had fluttered around to see that there was nothing. She had rubbed her eyes. Maybe her brain was playing tricks on her. . . that she was finally losing her mind after spending countless of hours in the swamp, being all hungry and tried.

"You know girls, I was thinking. . ." Stella had started, sounding slightly uneasy. This got everyone's attention on her; Tecna had an eyebrow raised. ". . . you know how the Queen said that the monster is gigantic? Well, I mean, the nymphs are tiny and compared to them we're pretty big right. . . so if we even average things out, the monster must be a medium sized creature. Right?"

"Well, with that logic being said, it's not entirely impossible. You could be onto something," Tecna said thoughtfully.

Musa's and Tena's eyes had widened.

"What? Does that mean I right about something for once?" Stella's face had lit up at the possibility upon noting Musa's and Tecna's expression. The fairy of the sun and moon hadn't noticed the twinkle of fear in their eyes.

"Um. . . Stella if I were you, I wouldn't move." Musa whispered.

Stella furrowed her blond brows—confused. "What? Why not?"

Unexpectedly, the waters had ripped violently, revealing to be a large monster with piercing amber eyes—fury—letting out a loud, growling sound.

Stella had let out a loud scream—fluttering rapidly to the Winx—horrified by the large monster that was double her own size. The girls were all together in a circle formation—trying to keep tract of the monster that dove back into the murky waters.

"What kind of monster was that?" Stella asked.

"I'm not entirely sure Stella." Tecna frowned. "I didn't get a good glimpse of the creature."

"So where do you think it had gone?" Flora had piped up worriedly.

"I'm sure it retreated back into his underwater cave," Tecna answered, recalling the queen's words about the monster.

Bloom wasn't entirely sure about it—hesitation flickered in her eyes as she had glanced at the murky waters trying to see any dark shadows. Her blue eyes widened.

"Girls! Watch out!"

The monster had emerged out of the water from beneath them causing them to split away from one another—the monster was growling due to being disturbed by a group of fairies that were linger around its habitat.

The creature had turned its attention on a particular fairy dressed in a bright red-glittering off shoulder dress, with dark blue hair, and lunged at her with its large mouth wide open—snatching Musa into his mouth before disappearing back into the water.

"Oh my—it just ate Musa!" Bloom's eyes flung opened utterly horrified by what she had witnessed with her own eyes. There was no doubt that the creature and dove down into lake—which could be several meters underwater. . . none of them had the element of water.

Stella had appeared to be sick to her stomach. "What are we going to do?"

"We have to go in after Musa—"

Flora had tried to go in after Musa due to the guilt that was swirling within her knowing that Musa had gotten captured by the monster. If only they hadn't followed her out to the swamp. Tecna had stopped her with a serious look.

"You can't just go after Musa like that. We have to be smart about this Flora," Tecna cut in, trying to be reasonable with Flora. "We have no idea where the creature is. The monster might come out of nowhere and seriously hurt you or worse."

The anger on Flora's face had subsided, realizing Tecna's implication of words. It would be utterly foolish to chase after the monster without a plan in mind.

A brilliant idea had hatched in Bloom's mind—recalling one of the lectures from Professor Palladium's class. "We could use the underwater spell that Professor Palladium taught us in class."

"Sounds like a good idea, Bloom." Tecna said.

Stella and Flora had agreed with Bloom—nodding.

The four fairies had casted a magical air-bubble all around them—with Tecna adjusting the sphere by giving it natural luminosity in order to see in the darkness and with that the girls had dove into the murky waters.

"It's a good thing that you locked the spheres with luminosity, you can't see anything down here," Stella commented.

"Do you see anything?" Tecna asked, continuing to swim down to the bottom of the lake.

"I see something," Flora noted, upon spotting the monster's visible neck that was being shielded by the cave. "Down there, at the bottom." Flora had pointed out to the bottom of the lake floor.

The monster had slightly opened his mouth, revealing Musa, who was unconscious, lying on its tongue. Stella was genuinely surprised to see Musa not being completely eaten by the monster, although, she had let out a distressed moan.

Flora winced at the sight.

"We have to be as quiet as possible without disturbing the monster, otherwise it would accidentally swallow Musa." Tecna grimaced.

Stella had shuddered upon hearing those words slip from Tecna's mouth.

Bloom had to get Musa out of there—who knows how long she had before running out of air. Bloom had took a deep breath and done the unthinkable. The girl had swam quickly and jumped in before the creature had manage to close its mouth.

Bloom was thankful for the luminousness provided by the bubble-sphere; she had easily pulled Musa into her arms. The moment Musa was in Bloom's arms, the girl had opened her eyes, coughing up water.

Musa's blurry visions had cleared up, seeing who had rescued her.

"Bloom?" Musa said weakly. "What happened?"

"You're going to be alright."

Bloom had summoned her magic—teleporting herself and Musa out of the creature's mouth once the monster had awaken from his slumber. She had met up with the rest of the girls.

"It looks like the monster is starting to wake up."

"And I'd say we better get going before it decides to eat one of us again." Stella said.

With that the girls had fluttered up to the surface. They had flew to the nearest land which was the island the Queen had talked about.

Bloom had settled Musa on the ground, making sure that the girl was strong to get back on her feet again without managing to collapse. Tecna, followed by Flora and Stella had rushed to Musa—giving her a tight embrace.

Tears had brimmed in the corner of Flora's eyes. "I'm so glad that you're okay, Musa."

"Yeah, we were really worried about you." Stella said, hazel eyes shining with utter relief.

Musa was shocked to see a genuine princess Stella caring about her. A small flicker of a smile graced her face. It turned out that Stella had a golden, caring heart after all, despite being somewhat insensitive and harsh at times.

"I didn't realize you cared so much about me." Musa said sarcastically.

Stella rolled her eyes—shrugging. "I do care you know. I'm not heartless . . ."

"So where in the Dragons are we?" Musa noted—glancing all around to see that they were surrounded by tall, spiraling trees that were neatly organized in a pattern. "This doesn't like we're in the swamp."

"I'm taking a wild guess, is that we're on the island," Bloom mentioned.

"If that's the case," Tecna said, gazing all around suspiciously. "We better keep our eyes open for any more surprises."

"Why? I don't see any sorts of monsters around here," Stella smiled.

The haze of the island was getting thicker and thicker in the air as they continued to walk along the path—deeper—into the center of the island.

"I have to ask, who's wearing such a nice perfume?" Stella said. "The smell is insanely good, and I want to know what kind of brand it is. I need to buy it."

"I'm not wearing any kind of perfume." Flora shook her head.

"I don't have perfume like this," Musa said.

"How about you Bloom?"

"Sorry Stella." Bloom frowned. "If my mom were here, she would do anything to get her hands on it. She's very picky about fragrance smells. She fancies herself a warm and floral smell. . . and this is giving a combination of it. The smell is so divine." Bloom had closed her eyes, taking pleasure in the scent that filled her nostrils.

"Yeah, and it's sure making me sleepy. . ." Stella said hazily—stretching herself. "You know what, I'm getting so tried. . . can we please take a break from all the walking. . ."

"I agree with Stella. I mean, I'm so exhausted," Musa was dragging herself to continue with the walking, but she could no longer resist the urge to keep going. "I just want to nap a little."

"I just noticed the pattern of these trees. . ." Flora concluded.

"Huh? Trees?"

"Yeah," Flora mumbled—trying so hard to keep herself awake—yawning. "These trees looks like Red Willows."

"Red Willows?" Tecna had tried to rack her brains as if she heard of that term form before, but nothing had come up. But Tecna noticed that these trees were arranged in a pattern. "It looks like they're planted in a specific manner."

"Oh, it's typical of these trees. They grow in a spiral shape around their leader. . ."

"These trees have a leader. That's funny. . ." Stella had mumbled utter nonsense.

Tecna had let out a deep yawn. "I suppose it does make sense."

Tecna couldn't help but feel as if there was something unusual about this island. Something she couldn't place her exact finger on. The five fairies were walking down the narrow pathways—everything was so calm, quiet, and utterly peaceful.

Tecna furrowed her pink eyebrows.

The science was rather eerie. There was no signs of any birds chirping around. Nothing. No sounds of nature. Just silence. The girl stopped dead in her tracts.

"Don't you girls sense anything usual about this island?"

"Not at all," Flora said, not getting at what Tecna was trying to hint, letting out another yawn.

"Like birds chirping? Sounds of nature?"

"I don't know about that, Tecna. But it's just so peaceful around here. What's wrong with that?" Musa frowned. "In fact, I feel like this place is just perfect for me to practice my harmonious notes."

"Ah, this feels like a perfect place to take a nice-well rested nap," Stella murmured sleepily.

Bloom wasn't entire sure what was in the haze that was causing her brain to feel all sluggish, exhausted, and having trouble concentrating on the mission.

The girl was walking in such a slow pace that had made her question her own sleeping habits. Bloom had rubbed her eyes in hopes of trying to keep herself awake, but this haze, whatever it had lingering in the air was somewhat beginning to affect her mental state of mind.

Bloom had never felt this kind of extreme tiredness—not even on her period, in which she had the worse symptoms of PMS—but this was on another level. She didn't want to even walk or flutter but to give in to realm of sleepiness.

Bloom turned to see that Flora was laying on the ground, Musa had her entire body sprawled out, and Stella had founded a comfy rock to rest her head on—all giving up due to the tiredness that had befallen over them.

The girl had squinted her blue eyes to see Tecna was wearing her bright green shield over her face after analyzing the composition of the air. Puzzlement had rose on Bloom's face. Something was definitely wrong, and Bloom had sensed it deep within her bones.

This island, Bloom noted, was rather eerie in a creepy way.

She had placed her hand to the tree—trying to keep herself up and balanced without managing to fall to the ground. Her head was spinning all around, dazed and confused.

"Tecna?" Bloom spoke drowsily.

"Bloom!" Tecna had rushed over to the girl before managing to collapse to the ground.

"I've never been so tried from before. . . I think it has something to do with the haze that's. . . that's. . ." Bloom mumbled. "I-I can't—" Her eyelids had grown rather heavy—unable to keep them up and was overwhelmed with utter exhaustion.

Tecna had laid Bloom gently on the ground and instantly knew what to do. She had summoned a large barrier enough for her and Bloom to breathe in the fresh, unpolluted air (that had contained a deadly, sleepy odor). The deadly haze had evaporated from the barrier, leaving nothing but purified, clean air.

Bloom instantly knew that she hadn't been in deep sleep for too long and opened her eyes to be greeted by Tecna. She had no longer felt the need to collapse into slumber.

"Welcome back to the living!" Tecna said cheekily.

Bloom's blue eyes had narrowed. "It's the odor in the air. It's causing everything and everyone to fall asleep."

"Yes. All the birds are sleeping." Tecna had pointed out.

Bloom had paid any attention to the specific details—several birds about twenty or so—were all in deep sleep. They must've been affected by the deadly odor that was in the air as they flew over the island. She spun on her heels to see that Musa, Flora, and Stella had remained sleeping.

Bloom noticed a gigantic, scary looking red tree that was barren from all leaves in the center of the island. The haze was even thicker all around the Red Willow.

"It's that tree Tecna!" Bloom pointed out.

"Yes, it's the one that causing the sleepy odor to spread into the air." Tecna affirmed.

"We have to do something Tecna." Bloom declared.

"First help me expand this barrier Bloom." Tecna gestured to the large barrier that she had summoned for her and Bloom.

Bloom had given a nod—she would ask questions later—and helped Tecna to expanded the barrier until it had encased the surrounding animals and their friends with purified air. Within a minute or so, Bloom was utterly relieved to see that the birds were waking up to their chirpy tune and her friends were stirring from their slumber.

"Good morning girls." Musa had let out a long yawn, interrupting Tecna and Bloom's conversation about the Red Willow that was in the center of the island.

"Where am I? What happened?" Flora said, rubbing her eyes.

She glanced around to see that Musa, Bloom, and Tecna were up and about. She had a smile on her face. Tecna and Bloom had filled them in on everything they had come to discover. "Thank you Tecna. It must've been the sleeping toxic coming from the Red Willow. I should've known."

"Yeah, the toxin in the air was messing with our brains."

Stella, who was still, happily enjoying her nap had mumbled under her breath. "Please turn the lights off. . . and set the alarm clock for seven . . ."

"Well, it looks like some things never change," Musa said, causing the other girls to chuckle.

"It's Stella. What can you say? That girl needs her beauty sleep." Bloom commented.

"Unless if there's a bug walking all over her arm. . ." Musa grinned sadistically.

At this being said, Stella's hazel eyes flung wide open, to see that there was a slimy insect climbing on her arm. She had let out a loud scream.

"Get this bug off of me! It's so disgusting! Ew!"

Bloom had spotted a little nymph that was resting on the tree root—stirring from her sleep. It must've been Gracey. The one who miraculously disappeared into thin air.

The redhead girl had bended down to the little blue colored nymph with a soft smile on her face. "You must be little Gracey, right?"

The blue nymph nodded, smiling. "I'm well aware of who you are. And I've been expecting you for some time."

Bloom's red eyebrows had shot upwards. "You have? But how?"

"As you can see, even though I was asleep, I remained in constant telepathic contact with the world around me. And I've come to discover that we're right on top of the monster." Gracey clicked her tongue.

"Come again?"

"Here, let me explain. Because I kept a mental contact with the world around me and thus, I found out the truth. The island is actually a giant sleeping and sleepwalking turtle, all thanks to the Red Willow."

The Winx (minus Stella who was still trying to swat the bug off of her) were utterly shocked to learn the truth behind the monster.

"Unfortunately, our magic won't last long," Tecna calculated. A grim expression crossed her face. "Which means, once we leave, things will go back to way it was from before."

Musa frowned, not liking the sound of it. "There has to be something we can do."

Flora's lips had curled into a smile. "I believe I have an idea. We have to get rid of the Red Willow tree. Once it's gone, the turtle will be free again."

"Well, what are you waiting for Flora?" the smile had expanded on Bloom's face. "You're the fairy of nature. You can do this."

The ground had rumbled, indicating that the Red Willow tree had awaken and was unhappy by the visitors. The willow tree had struck the barrier causing it to burst. The Winx had fluttered in the air—away from the thinly tree branches that swept at them.

Flora had fluttered right in front of the Red Willow. Her gaze had shifted to the roots of the tree—the essence of its foundation and undeniable source of strength.

She closed her eyes and intertwined her fingers. Her entire body had illuminated due to her spell. Bloom easily noticed that Flora's incantation towards the Red Willow was quite impressive.

The Red Willow tree had stiffened in its place—rendering it unable to move its long, strong, branches from lashing out at the fairies. Bloom was horrified by Flora's incantation, as the roots had begun to darken. The life essence of the tree was being drained—getting thinner and thinner—as if its fluids had been sucked dry.

Flora's magic had the ability to either give life or to take it away. And that had chilled Bloom to the bones.

With the final spell that Flora had released—the Red Willow had dissolved into thin air—it was finally dead, thus the once toxic haze had vanished, the air was purified.

"You hear that ladies," Gracey said. "The sound of nature is finally reawakened and it's all thanks to you, Flora."

"That's incredible Flora!" Bloom smiled hugging Flora.

Musa and Tecna had cheered as the duo had embraced one another out of happiness. Stella had finally joined the girls in celebration.

The Winx had long foregone their fairy forms and were back in their former outfits, standing before the queen. Queen Rosie was incredibly thankful to the Winx who not only vanquished the monster but had managed to save Gracey and bring her back home.

"Thank you so many ladies." Queen Rosie had begun, expressing her gratitude towards the young fairies. "You freed us from the source of fear and anxiety. And you've brought out dear Gracey home."

Flora had a warm smile on her face, giving a slight bow.

"You're very welcome your Majesty."

Estrella and Serena were happily reunited with their friend Gracey—hugging one another and spinning around in a circle.

"Say, what's going to happen now since the turtle is moving away after being freed from the Red Willow?" Stella for the first time had appeared to be concerned for the nymphs who depended on the turtle for the zilleth plants for survival.

"I suppose we'll be rationing the zilleths for now. But sooner or later we're bound to run out of leaves. . ." Queen Rosie had a sad smile. ". . . if it's Mother Nature's will. . ."

Flora grinned—this was her chance to test out her latest invention. "Hang on a second, even Mother Nature can be wrong."

"What are you talking about Flora?" Tecna posed a questionable eyebrow.

Flora was digging through her bag—in search of the latest potion she'd created. "My rapid growth formula, remember?"

Flora had her gaze on the queen. "Watch this your Majesty."

She carefully dripped a few drops onto the zilleth leaves, and within the next few minutes, the zilleth leaves had multiplied rapidly that it had left the queen astounded by Flora's growth formula. The other nymphs had cheered out of happiness—meaning that they didn't have to worry about living on the above ground.

"How marvelous! You've done so much for us, much more than what we ever expected. As a token our gratitude, we would like to present you a special gift." Queen Rosie had looked at Estrella and Serena—giving the two a nod—and with that, Serena and Estrella had conjured the rarest flower, the one that Flora had been in reach of.

Flora's jade-green eyes had widened. "The Cheerful Gladiolus."

"You've truly earned it, Flora." Musa said.

"Way to go Flora!" Stella cheered.

"Oh, I truly appreciate this wonderful gift." Tears of happiness had filled Flora's eyes—expressing her deepest thanks to the queen. It had meant the universe to her. "It will surely help me with my potions."

Bloom gazed at the rest of the girls. "Now are you going to let Flora use your rooms for her little experiments?"

It had caught Stella off guard, averting her gaze. "Well, I guess. . ."

"In light of what just happened, I guess we should reconsider the option," Tecna said rather flustered in the face.

Flora had flung her arms around Stella and Tecna—smiling warmly. "It's okay girls, and from now, I'll make do with the space that I have, I promise. Plus, I'm certain to ace my exam."

"That's great to hear Flora!" Bloom had turned her attention onto a certain blond-haired princess. An eyebrow raised. "And isn't your exam on Tuesday, Stella?"

This had shattered Stella's happiness, realizing that her exam would fall on the morning on Tuesday—the beginning of next week, which had meant, she had to hit the books all weekend.

"I guess, I have to study all weekend, isn't that, right?" Stella frowned.

"If you don't want to slack off and fail the test." Tecna stated—her arms crossed over her chest, somewhat grinning.

Stella had looked at Flora with desperation in her hazel eyes—a sign that she was about to shred to teats—pouting. "I'm so sorry for being so rude to you Flora! You probably don't want to help me anymore. . ."

"Don't worry I'll still help you, Stella. But you have to study first." Flora told Stella.

Stella let out a slight groan. "I was afraid you were going to say that."

The Winx had let out a laugh upon seeing Stella's reaction.

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The sun had descended into the horizon hours ago—it was already nighttime—and there was no tight curfews on a Friday or Saturday night.

Bloom had gently knocked on the door.

She was utterly grateful that tomorrow was the long three-day weekend. The girl was beyond exhausted after such an eventful day in the Black Mud Swamp and wanted to sleep in tomorrow.

Bloom knitted her red eyebrows upon hearing sniffles coming from within the room. Her mother's sniffles. Oritel's soft voice trying to calm his wife down.

Maybe this was a bad timing? Bloom bit her lips as uncertainty filled her features.

The door had opened, revealing to be her father.

Bloom was taken by surprise upon noting his emotional state. His deep brown eyes were filled with heavy sorrowness something that Bloom had never witnessed from before. Her father had always been so strong and unbreakable—never letting anything to get to him. Bloom was perplexed—she didn't even know what to do or what to say to her father.

"If this is the wrong timing I can—"

"Not at all, sweetheart." Oritel had placed his hands on his daughter's shoulder, a great weight of sorrowness had been lifted upon the sight of his Bloom. "In fact, I was about to call you because your mother needs you right now."

This had caused Bloom to worry a great deal. "Is mom alright? Is she hurt?"

"Marion isn't hurt or anything like that, but she's rather upset." Oritel had tried not to sound so saddened, but Bloom had easily detected some kind of pain behind his voice.

"Is it because of what I said? Like about what I said back in the simulator room?"

Oritel had reassured his daughter, softly stroking her hair. "It has nothing to do with what you said. But the matter of the situation is quite complicated and it's something that we should talk to you about."

Bloom had let out an 'oohhh' sound. Oritel had guided her inside, only for Bloom to see her mother all curled up on the sofa—with a soft blanket wrapped around her. Tissues were scattered everywhere on the nightstand and coffee-table. At the sight of seeing her mother dispirited, caused her heart to squeeze terribly.

"Mom?" Bloom had whispered, falling right beside her side; her voice piping up. "Is everything alright?"

Marion had dabbed at her eyes—trying to stop with the sniffling but failing. She had weak smile on her face at the sight of her daughter and mumbled. "Hi sweetheart."

It had broken Bloom's heart to see her mother in a state of utter sadness and grief. The girl had wrapped her arms around Marion, in hopes of trying to lift her spirits up for the better. Bloom had pressed her lips against her mother's cheeks.

"What's going on, mom? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Bloom's gaze had flickered between her mother and father. Although Bloom had noticed the subtle guilt written all over her father's face. Something must've happened between her parents. Had her father possibly done something to hurt her mother?

Bloom narrowed her eyes at Oritel; the next few words Bloom had chosen carefully to address her father. "Did you hurt mom?"

"What? No. I would never dream of breaking your mother's heart Bloom. Never." Oritel had frowned deeply, somewhat offended by his daughter's harsh accusation. He took a seat across from where Bloom and Marion were sitting.

"Then why is mom all upset? What's going on?" Bloom demanded in softer voice.

He glanced at his daughter; his brown eyes glistening out of grief. Oritel's gaze had landed on his wife. His heart was aching endlessly. "I can't—we can't keep doing this Marion. Look how it's affecting you."

Bloom had blinked her eyes—still not getting her father's implication of words. She knew that something was going on between the two and its taking a greater toll on her mother's wellbeing.

"Can't keep doing what? Can you please explain to me what's really going on and not make it into a guessing game." Bloom said, feeling rather frustrated by her parents' communication skills. This time, Oritel and Marion weren't being clear on the issue to her. And Bloom despised it.

"Oritel, she doesn't need to—" Marion tried to plead in all of her attempts, but her husband had cut her off, not allowing Marion to finish her words.

Oritel placed his fingers to the side of his temples—giving a massage. He lifted his gaze to see Marion's heartbreaking expression. "I'm sorry, love, but Bloom deserves to know."

"Please, don't. ." Marion's lips trembled—tears continued to spill from Marion's emerald-green eyes.

The man had turned his attention to Bloom, even though his heart had felt heavy. "Well, for some time your mother had been experiencing what we would call 'baby fever.'"

"Baby fever?" Bloom had a gut-intuition knowing exactly where this conversation was headed. "And. . ."

"At first, I didn't agree with your mother, for knowing the consequences and how it would affect Marion if it failed. But then, after some time, I guess. . . I wanted to give it a try. You know have some hope—a miracle—perhaps we would succeed this time, but. . ." Oritel shook his head, utterly displeased with himself. ". . . I should've known that it wouldn't happen . . ."

Bloom felt her entire body shake—tears rolling down her face.

The girl hadn't wanted to see the unbearable pain on her father's face. Seeing her parents suffer from another (who knows how many miscarriages they had over the years) had broken her fragile heart.

"I'm guessing you're telling me this is because you got mom pregnant, didn't you?"

"Bloom," Marion had reprimanded her daughter for being so harsh and condensing to her father. "We both had wanted to try for another baby. I was hoping to have a little boy who would inherit Oritel's features and my eyes, or maybe him having your eyes Bloom but, I had a miscarriage this morning."

Bloom felt as if someone had jabbed her chest with a sharp knife—leaving nothing but excruciating pain. The girl had glanced to see that even her father had been greatly devastated, but Oritel was trying to be so strong about it—trying to console his broken wife in the best way he could.

"I'm so sorry, mom, dad. I didn't know—"

Oritel had engulfed his wife and daughter in a tight embrace; tears running down his cheeks. Marion and Bloom had meant the universe to him.

Marion had tried to stop with the sniffles—gazing at her daughter half-heartedly. "And as you know, sweetheart, fairies, or rather we, have longer lifespans. . . compared to people on Earth."

Bloom was shocked to discover how long magical beings (whether they were fairies, witches, wizards, elves, palladiums . . . etc.) had lived for. Some could live for centuries depending on the magical strength of their bloodlines.

Apparently from what her mother had informed her, Professor Wizgiz was a lot older than any of the staff members of Alfea but had concealed his true age. Bloom had found Professor Wizgiz quite an amusing leprechaun. The way his eyes twinkled out of delight when he gone back home to visit his mother.

Bloom gave a nod to her mother. "And. . ."

"Sometimes fairies can have children quite late in life." Marion mentioned.

"And late in Magic Dimension means. . ." Bloom had glanced at her parents for an explanation.

"Fairies can have children in their hundreds—"

"What?" Bloom was astounded; unintentionally cutting off her mother from further explanation. "Um. . . that's normal?"

Oritel had looked amused upon seeing Bloom's bewilderment expression. "It's normal in the Magic Dimension, darling. Some fairies dedicate their lives to protecting their realms and would have families later on."

"Oh." Bloom mumbled—heat rushing to her cheeks. She had to stop thinking about the lifespan of Earthlings. It was incomparable to the people who lived in the world of magic. It had made sense, especially when magic was involved.

"And I just wanted to be hopeful, Bloom." Marion had a faint smile. "I wanted to give you a little sibling that you would love and dot on. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you a sibling."

Bloom blinked her eyes—hurt crossed her face. "Mom, please don't blame yourself for it. please don't be hung up on the words I said when I was a child. I had no idea what you were going through."

Bloom had gently caressed her mother's cheeks. The girl had come upon a horrible, but heartbreaking realization, that if Oritel and Marion were only to have her as their child and Bloom would somehow die tragically. . . . Bloom had flinched at such a painful thought. Her dying would most likely drive her parents into a deep depression—one that they would never recover from.

"I lost your little brother not because of his heart stopping, but rather the dark magic." Marion reminisced sadly. It had been the dark magic that had poisoned her unborn son—not being able to grow with his mother's womb.

Bloom closed her eyes, tears slipping down her face.

She didn't know what to say or how to comfort her broken parents. All the things that Oritel and Marion had done to make her happy or at her request of wanting a little brother or sister had stung her heart. Bloom just held onto her mother for comfort.

"Anyways, I don't want to be depressed. There's nothing I could've done to change the outcome. I've heard you've gone down to the Black Mud Swamp to help out a certain friend," Marion tried to put on a smile.

The girl had glanced at her father who eager to hear all about his daughter's day. Oritel and Marion were trying so hard to fight off the tears that were threatening to spill from their eyes. Bloom would do anything to heal her mother's and father's broken heart. Anything. And so, with that, Bloom had shared her adventurous tale with her parents.

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Author's Note

I'm back again! Sorry for the long awaited chapter 14, but as you can see an end to semester can make everything so hectic and next weeks is final weeks. So I won't be posting anything for awhile until the end of the month or maybe early June! I definitely have lots of ideas for the next chapter! It's going to be interesting and Valtor will be seen (can't spill anything *giggles*).

The Red Willow is one of my fave episode in S1 because Stella was so sassy and just dramatic! Along with the Miss Magix Contest! :D

bex55: Thank you! That family never gets a break from anything, but at least they are there for each other and that's important. I want to say more but I can't give any spoilers for late chapters! They are my favorite characters to write. . . . hehehe. . . .

I hope you had enjoyed this chapter!

Like always please leave your reviews and comments down below! I really do appreciate it and love to hear your thoughts about it!

Until Next Time!