Chapter 5

AN: Thanks sssooo much to lol23 and Mego225 for reviewing. And to Mego225 and cutenesslover for adding this story their favorite story list.

Disclaimer: Do I look like some rich, Italian dude who writes Winx Club scripts for a living….didn't think so!

Skylar's POV

I stood up then look around. Aunt Stella transported us into a circular room with golden walls. If this was a prison, it was a freaking nice one!

"Hey Stella," Aunt Flora said as Aunt Stella turned towards her. "I'm going to take Sky, Mrs. Faragonda, Professor Saladin, and Mrs. Griffin back to the prison."

"Why?" Aunt Stella asked annoyed.

"Because," Sky screamed at her. "You left Bloom there! And we need to help her."

"Oh…fine then, go."

"Wait, take me-" I started to say, but Aunt Flora was already gone.

"Oh, now that Bloom's taken care of, let's go find my schnookums!" Aunt Stella ran off, down a random hallway, with everybody but the daughters following her.

"So, now what will do we do?" asked Melody.

"Now, we go follow my mom and help her find my dad" Courtney said enthusiastically.

"Wait," I said. "What about my mom?"

"What about her?" Courtney asked, confused.

"Ummmm, she just might be DYING!" I said sarcastically.

"And…"

"Courtney, just send Skylar to her mom, then we can help you." Lily offered.

"Fine, but Skylar, don't expect to get out of that place. Baltor has probably put everyone back in that damn cell." Courtney said. "Going back there is practically saying 'here, take me as your prisoner again'"

"I don't care. I'll do anything to help my mom."

"Whatev, your lost." Courtney said as she snapped her fingers and sent my back to Baltor's prison. I looked around, trying to find my mom, but all I found were empty cells. Io even checked the magic proof cell…nobody. Great, I'm in a prison, lost, and completely alone.

A-guy-you-havn't-met-yet's POV
I heard a pop then a thud and I came running.
"Mom..." I started, but then I saw her. With her fiery red hair and sapphire blue eyes. I would almost say that it was love at first sight- except for two facts. She wasn't looking at me and how in Magix could you love someone who just broke into your house? Ugh. Hormones.
"Who the hell are you?" the girl asked when she saw me. Hmm. Charming.
"Uh aren't I supposed to ask that of you? You're the one who just broke into my house. Who I am is the least of your concern but who you are is all of mine." ok that made no sense what so ever but I was still recovering from her...hotness.
"Damn that was confusing!" that at least was well earned. "Why should I tell you my name if you won't tell me yours?" she taunted.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe people like to know the people who break into their houses! The world gets weirder everyday doesn't it?"
"Oh, I'm soo sorry for coming to your house uninvited. Can I ask you a question?" she said in a sickly sweet voice.
"That is a question." I smirked. Why would someone open asking a question by asking a question? That's kind of like how people say no offense and you know after they say that they're gonna say something offensive.
"Ok smart ass." she taunted. She then stood on her tip toes and screamed in my ear, "Where is my mother you freaking bastard!" ok. Ouch.
"Why the hell would I know where your mother is? I don't know who you or who your mother is. And why would you call me a bastard?" I acted hurt. Damn this girl has anger management issues. It's a good thing she's pretty.
"Before I answer any of those questions, you should really answer this one. Who are your parents?" she said in a much calmer voice. I was really glad for that.
"My parents are the people I hate most in my life. Now you answer my questions."
"But you didn't answer my questions, not really" I smiled and let a small chuckle out.
"Ok. This is getting us absolutely no where. Why don't we start over and introduce ourselves like civilized people." I finished, hoping for a positive answer and not anymore back sass.
"How do I know if I can trust you?" she said quietly. I could tell that she had been through a lot. She looked hopeless. I found that I really wanted her to trust me. She really was beautiful and there was a gut instinct telling me that she was important- like I needed her. I've never felt this way before. It was... weird and light. It felt...good. I sighed and said,
"I'm Blake, 17 years old and my parents are Darcy and Baltor. I hate them with my life. I also have a sister, one half brother, and two half sisters. I wish they would just die but I've learned to deal with them without killing them." This statement earned me a smile from Skylar. I smiled back. "I'm also a sorcerer and what you would call 'a good guy'." Boy, I hope my 'gut instinct' is right and she's 'a good guy' too or I'm in deep shit. "Your turn!" I added abruptly. She cleared her throat.
"Well, that's gonna be hard to beat. My name is Skylar, I'm 16, my mom is Bloom and as of this morning my 'daddy' is Sky- don't ask me who he is because he literally like just showed up at our door step this morning and my mom said he was my father. I have no other relatives beside my mom's adopted parents Mike and Vanessa- oh and um 5 'aunts' that are fairies I guess. What are their names? Oh- Stella, Layla, Techna, Musa, and Flora. oh and they each have a daughter...ok the point is my 'family' just got a whole lot bigger. I also live on Earth. I'm a good guy too- um a fairy."
"wait so back up a little...you said your mom's name is Bloom?" I asked unwilling to believe. No wonder I knew I should trust her! If this was really true, she could help me solve all of my problems- and lately, I've been having a lot of those. "What does she look like?"
"Ummm like me- except she's like 32."
"Great!" I shouted enthusiastically. I felt like a little kid on Christmas morning- except I wasn't happy because of a bunch of presents. More like the death of my parents. Then I saw Skylar looking at me like I was insane.
"And why is that so damn great?"
"It's 'so damn great'" I said sarcastically "because your the one that can help us save the universe!" that sounded really cheesy- like something a 4 year old would get out of a comic book but you know? It was true.
"And who is this 'us'?"
"Me, you, and the whole magical dimension!"

Skylar's POV
Magical dimension? How the hell am I supposed to save a whole dimension? Much less a magical one. (How big is one of those anyways?) This is exactly like the story my mom used to tell me when I was a little kid. Oh, how did it go?
Flashback:
"Oh once upon a time, there was a beautiful little fairy princess named Skylar." my mom said as she would tuck me into bed. She always used people she knew as names in her stories. We were always the main characters. "Princess Skylar didn't always know she was a Fary Princess: she was raised on Earth like any other person, went to school like any other person, you see, Skylar had no idea she was special. Her mommy was Queen Bloom, queen of this far away realm called Sparx. Bloom, just like Skylar, was raised on Earth by her by her parents, Mike and Vanessa. However, they were her adoptive parents and like 'little Bloom' knew nothing about magic. Then one day, little Bloom saw a fairy named Stella fighting a troll and that's when Bloom tumbled into the fairy world. Later on, Princess Bloom was very lucky and found true love with a handsome guy named Sky. They were planning on getting married and live happily ever after but then an evil, evil sorcerer named Baltor and his evil companions, the Trix stroke. They scared off Princess Bloom to her old home on Earth where little Princess Skylar came along. Her father was Sky but she never met him because he lived a whole 3 realms away. But Skylar grew up to be an amazing and beautiful teenager who still lived happily knowing absolutely nothing about magic. But then Baltor and the Trix came and caused a bunch of destruction and Skylar was introduced to magic. Then, Skyalr found her magic inside her and saved the whole magical dimension! Long live Princess Skylar!" she yelled and tickled me 'till I couldn't take it anymore.
Today:
So yeah it was a cheesy story but it was told to me all through my childhood. (3-10- then I decided I was wayy too old for fairy tales.) i can't believe that it just occurred to me that she was actually talking about my future- in like a story format. Huh.
"Some story. You'll have to tell me it again someday" said Blake.
"Yeah, some story." I remarked- then I remembered something- I didn't say a word of that out loud. "What the hell-!" he cut me off.
"My mom's Darcy. Witch of the mind and bitch of everything else." he chuckled. That was pretty smooth I have to admit. I let out a small smile. "I have selective telepathy." he finished.
"Hang on. What's the difference between like regular telepathy and like selective telepathy?" he smiled.
"You really are new to this whole magical thing aren't you? Well, I can choose whose mind I want to listen to when I want to listen to it. Other kinds you have no control ice that and you find 1000 different peoples thoughts in your head." O-U-C-H ouch! "Tell me about it" he said. I'm really gonna have to get used to this whole mind reading stuff. "So, what's your power?"
"I have no clue" I said sheepishly.
"Well, then I'll help you." I blushed.
"Um ok. But wait. How the hell am I supposed to save the whole magical dimension? I mean..." but I wandered off. Just then the spot of sunlight floated across the room and landed on Blake. I looked at him and realized I'd never really 'looked' at him before. His dirty blond hair was a mess- like be just got out of bed (always a sexy look). His big forest-green eyes seemed to pierce through mine like were the only two people in the world. I felt I could unlock all of my happiest memories and darkest dreams to him and he would listen all day, looking at you as if you were the only one he saw. His chin chiseled and his body was so sculpted through his mussel shirt it was thought unimaginable. I've never felt this way before...something was raking over all of my senses and it felt...amazing!
Blake's POV:
Skylar seems to forget that I can hear her every thought. All the same, I was amazed she felt the same way as I do about her. She was stunning. Her fiery red hair gave her an aura that shows she's kinda edgy- yet her big, sapphire, blue eyes tells you that you can trust her with your darkest secret and she won't tell anyone- even if her life depended on it. She had an amazing figure (she had great assets and a excellent ass). My eyes were locked on hers- and I didn't want to look away. Eye to eye to eye we stood and could have stayed forever and a day. We shared a connection like no other in those few moments. Then I remembered she asked me a question. Dammit! I snapped out of it and replied, "um, well your story was very correct but your mother forgot to mention that she holds the most powerful magic in the universe: the dragon fire. When you get it, you can use it to defeat my parents and aunts- not just for me but he whole universe it's self."
"Oh. That's nice. Blake, could you do me a favor?"
"Sure Skylar." I had to refrain from adding 'anything for you'. Wow I'm totally love shot.
"Could you take me to my mom?" she asked in a sweet voice.
"Take my hand. Oh, and by the way, when you were fantasizing about me, I heard every thought." I smirked. I didn't give her time to react as we transported to the hospital room. We saw Bloom lying on a shaky bed as pale as can be.
"Mom!" Skylar's voice shook with concern.
I turned toward the nurse. "Will she live?" I asked and Skylar turned dowager us to hear the answer.
"I'm afraid her magic is the only thing that's keeping her with us." the nurse said as she shook her head. Tears streamed down Skylar's face.
"Skylar" Bloom said in a voice so weak. "Take my hand."
"Don't do it Skylar! I yelled across the room. "She's trying to give you her magic which is the only thing that's keeping her alive!" Skylar scowled at me as if I had hurt her.
"Life," Bloom said sickly. "Sooner or later we're a robbed of it. Give me your other hand Skylar. Now." she demanded. Skylar obeyed and an orange flame flew out of Bloom's hand into Skylar's. "goodbye my sweet, beautiful Skylar." she said as she breathed her last breath and her hand in Skylar's was drained of its life.
"Goodbye, mom" she squealed as I knelt down beside Skylar who collapsed onto me and cried her eyes, heart, and soul out.
"It's ok." I said soothingly. "Everything will be fine. You're safe with me."

AN: writing this made me cry…it's sssoooo sad!