Category: Winx Club
Rating: T
Couples: none
Warnings: Major AU, Blood, Character Death
Chapter: 7
Copyright: © characters and places by Iginio; © Plot and OC by me
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The next moment Bloom was back in her body, shivering in horror.
"Everything alright?" Layla asked, reaching out to steady her. "You completely blanked there for a moment."
"I…" Bloom slowly turned her eyes to the man. "I saw the past."
"Then you know your fate should you fail." He stated, his white eyes downcast. "Come, let us get you out of here as fast as possible."
Bloom struggled to her feet, supported by Helia. He felt the shivers run down her body. "Yes, please."
As they progressed down the hallway, they did so in silence. Bloom broke it first. "What was their mistake?"
"They ate." He answered her. "Aenor would have the students fast for a week, then send them into a room with food enchanted to make it near irresistible. Combined with their hate for him, they'd eat, either a small morsel or perhaps even more. And that would be the last thing they'd do."
"All those people died because they ate?" Layla echoed incredulously. "He had them killed because they ATE?"
"Yes." The man answered again.
"Couldn't you warn them?" Helia asked, looking horrified.
"I did. But their hate for Aenor made most deaf to those warnings until it was too late." The man pulled open his robe, revealing intricate markings on his skin. "Once these glow, there is no escape."
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"That is why you were against this so much?" The three Heads as well as the parents of the participants and the representative of Lightrock were gathered in Faragonda's office. Her mirror showed the group as they walked down the hallway, once more silent.
"I take it that was a rhetorical question?" Faragonda answered monotone. In a matter of days the once warm headmistress had distanced herself from friends and students alike. Now they knew why.
"How many?" Miriam demanded. "How many students did Aeron kill?"
"None." Faragonda answered her, not looking away from the mirror.
"You know what she means." Oritel said tensely.
"About 7200, my brother and fiancée among them." Pain and anger flashed across her face for a moment. "He no doubt would have continued had Darkar not killed him."
"7200…?" Teredor could not believe his ears. "How long was he Headmaster?"
"4 decades." Faragonda sighed, for the first time looking away from the mirror. "4 decades in which more students died than leaves fall of trees in Fall."
"Faragonda…?" Saladin whispered. "Please tell me those runes are supposed to be there?"
She looked up, eyes widening at what she saw. "He wouldn't…" She breathed. "He wouldn't DARE!" She shot up from her seat, running out of the room.
"I take that was a 'no'." Miriam whispered, watching in horror as her daughter now was in serious trouble.