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"He turned me."

"Oh, Griselda. Are you okay?" Du four asked, not at all afraid of her friend. None of them were frightened. Griselda just nodded slightly, still taking in what happened.

None of them knew how long it had been, but, over the course of however long it was, they had all been turned. The man had told them his name was Tyrell. He had been keeping them weak so so they couldn't leave him.

Faragonda was the strongest so Tyrell put her chained barbed wire behind her after he knocked her out. "Ugh," Faragonda groaned when she came to.

"Look who's finally 'wake. Sorry 'bout dat, Sleepin' Beauty," a voice from a shadow outside the cell said.

Faragonda sat up. "We don't know how long we've been in this cage. So can you, please, tell us?"

"A week."

"A week! What about the schools?"

"Those winx girls of yours are dealing with it. I checked." And with that, Tyrell left.

With Faragonda being consious again, Bloom turned to them all. "I've been trying to break the chains, but I'm not strong enough and he'll know I don't have them on by not seeing them on me," Bloom explained.

All of a sudden, there was a loud crashing sound. Everyone except Faragonda looked to the door to see if Tyrell had come back. He hadn't. They turned back to the oldest of their new family. Faragonda was undoing her barbed wiring on her legs with free hands!

Since she was a werewolf, Faragonda had super speed as well as strength. She sped toward Griselda and broke the chains that bound her. "Undo your legs," Faragonda commanded. Next she went to Griffin and did the same. Then, she did the same for Saladin and Bloom. Bloom and her headmistress stood up, Faragonda supporting Bloom and healing her wrists. When they looked at the others, they saw Griffin unchaining Zarathustra and Ediltrude. Saladin helping Codatorta. And Griselda was helping then healing Du four, Avalon, WizGiz, and Palladium. Apparently Griselda already got Ofelia because she was healing Zarathustra, Ediltrude, and Codatorta.

Everyone except Faragonda were too weak to fight Tyrell and he knew it. He turned the corner of the cave that lead to the cell. "Don't. Even think 'bout it," he commanded.

Faragonda straightened and she faced him. A growl escaped her lips as she set Bloom down. She sped towards him. Tyrell prepared to paralyze her, but she stopped about 3 feet in front of him. As soon as she stopped, she used magic to shout him back. He slumped to the ground, dead.

Faragonda walked back to a surprised Bloom; though Bloom quickly recovered. "Are you alright, my dear?" the white haired hybrid asked out of pure kindness. She gave her headmistress a weak smile and nodded. Bloom bent over and was about to heal her own ankle, but stopped. "What is it?" When Bloom didn't reply, everyone looked at her.

Bloom reached down to her ankle and pulled out one of the many seashells lodged in there. She hadn't even when Tyrell out them in there. As soon as it left her ankle, a strangled screen escaped her mouth and she covered it up with her hand. They all winced. "I'm going to need some help getting out if here," she said weakly as though she were suppressing another scream.

Griselda walked over and stood in front of Bloom with a hand held out. Bloom was hesitant, but took it. The second their hands mingled, Griselda gasped and pulled her hand back. "You poor dear. You're in more pain than your letting on," she declared. Griselda turned to the other members of the family. "When I touched Ms. Bloom, I felt half of her pain. Only feeling half of it, it was excruciating. If Bloom is feeling that doubled, I... I can't even imagine what pain our dear Bloom is going through."

"Then allow me to give it a try," said Griffin's voice. When Faragonda opened her mouth to object, Griffin held up her hand, silencing her friend. "I have a feeling I will be able to withstand it."

Faragonda want sure, but knew not to doubt Griffin. She nodded.

Griffin smiled for a moment, then it vanished, and lifted Bloom up in her arms. The second the two touched, their auras sparked to life and mingled- they became red with a thick dark green outline- and they felt immense trust in one another. They felt a bond stronger than the one with Bloom and Locket.

Bloom put her arms around Griffin's neck and leaned on her. Griffin was glad Bloom was comfortable.

"Any pain?" Faragonda asked, laying a hand on Griffin's shoulder.

Bloom actually looked fine. Not a fake smile, but a real one, was placed on her face. "It's like Griffin has taken all the pain from me," she said dreamily.

Faragonda looked unquestioningly at her friend as their auras died down. Griffin shook her head saying she didn't do anything. Faragonda look at Griselda. The brunette walked over to Bloom and took her hand. Griffin, for some reason, got a bit defensive and glared at her.

"Nothing. Bloom's not faking."

Faragonda looked at Zarathustra who did the same with Griffin, but put a hand on her shoulder. "Nothing. I did a spell. She isn't taking out feeling Bloom's pain. Bloom isn't feeling any pain."

Saladin found his staff and lit the way out. Griselda brought up a shield so if their were any more surprises, they wouldn't be able to get them. Finally, they saw the exit. They went through and saw they were still on Magix.

Griffin walked over to a boulder and set Bloom down on it. The second Griffin was no longer touching the red head, the pain rushed back to Bloom. It was so bad, she had to bite her bottom lip in order not to scream.

Griffin saw the pain and a pang of sadness washed over her. "Ofelia. Can you get those shells out of Bloom's ankle before her natural heading ability grows skin over them. Their killing her," the green skinned witch requested.

Ofelia nodded and went over to Bloom. In front of the red head, she crouched. She took Bloom's hand in her own. "This is going to hurt," she said sympathetically.

"Just, please, get it over and done with," she begged with her eyes closed. Ofelia had never heard Bloom beg. No one had. She nodded and connected her magic to the shells. In one attempt, she banged her free fist on the solid part of the boulder, yanking them out. Bloom screamed and killed Ofelia's hand.

The effort exhausted Ofelia. If it hadn't been for Bloom holding her hand, Ofelia would have done more than just tilted back. With her being able to focus again, Bloom pulled Ofelia to the boulder and set her on it, next to herself. They waited until Bloom's ankle healed and