Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club. And after seeing the new episodes, I'm deeply thankful that that is the case. Every time I think it can't get worse... Three words: Riven versus Kiko. Enough said. Okay, maybe not. "When, why, and how come." Redundancy alert! And then there's- you know what, never mind. Winx is getting dumber by the episode. Oh, and Stella really needs to stop with the new outfits. One or two per season is plenty. One per episode is just stupid. The less said about the transformation songs, the better. In fact, the less said about the transformations, the better. Mythix is the first time I've had to label Stella as my favorite. Shudder.

On the plus side, they did introduce some new places and magical beings, specifically Psionics, who use psychic powers but are complete idiots. Yeah, I'm not so sure this was a good thing after all. Also, Roxy's back and is actually being useful! For one scene. Then she's gone again. Run Roxy! Run before you become another empty headed living doll!

I took season five on faith. The first four seasons of the show were excellent, even though I didn't like season two. Season five was painful to watch, but season six has committed the ultimate sin. It's flat out boring. It's not even fun to mock. I give up. Season six can happen without me, because I'm tired of watching.

Now, on with a story I can actually care about!

Dawn broke over the foothills of the mountain range. They'd crossed over, and were closing in on Melivon. The Classix gathered their things with stiff joints and aching bodies before they resumed their march.

Dhalia glanced at the sky, then looked back at the ground. "Great. Just what we need."

The sky was turning a bleak shade of gray, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Faint flashes of lightning arced across the sky.

"What's the plan?" Artis asked.

Dhalia looked out in front of them. Nothing but grass as far as the eye could see. The first drops of rain began to fall, and soon became a torrent. "There's no place to shelter from this storm. We have to keep moving."

"I don't like it." Reyva said. "This grass is very dry. One lightning strike could start a brush fire."

"I don't think we have a choice." Dhalia said. "If we don't get to Melivon soon, Sasha will likely kill us."

"True." Reyva said. "What do you think Amelia?"

"Huh? What was the question?"

"Do you think we should try to find shelter or keep moving?" Dhalia stared at her friend. "You really are out of it. What's bothering you?"

"Sorry, I'm thinking about something that happened last night."

"Were you talking to Nyssa again?" Perdi asked.

"Sort of. More like watching Nyssa."

A bolt of lightning struck the side of a mountain, hitting a pack of snow. The sudden heat vaporized a section of it, and the remains began to slide down the side of the mountain, gaining speed. Directly towards the Classix.

"You can tell us about it later," Reyva said, "right now we have to get out of here!" They turned and began running.

"We can't outrun an avalanche!" Artis yelled.

"What else can we do?"

"We have to fly!"

"In a thunderstorm?" Reyva almost stumbled in shock. "Are you insane?"

"We can make it work!"

"Not in a million years! We can't fly!"

"Yes we can." Dhalia said. "I can shield us. Let's do this."

"Alright then, but if we die I'm never speaking to either of you again." Reyva grumbled. "Magix!"

(Cue transformation music)

Five fairies went from running to flight in the space of a breath. Buzzing across the landscape at high speed, desperately attempting to outrun the oncoming wall of snow and rock.

"Get back!" Dhalia yelled, pointing at a spot on the ground. "Lightning Rod!"

The effect was instantaneous. Dozens of bolts snaked out of the sky to strike that point. The air crackled and thunder roared with the massive amount of energy released into the air. There was no fire, just a crater of white hot glass. Rain spattered across its surface, hissing and popping.

"How was that helpful?" Artis demanded, yelling to be heard over the ringing in her own ears.

"I released all the storm's energy! We should have at least half an hour before the next lightning strike!"

"Let's move then!" Reyva said.

They hurried forward, away from the oncoming avalanche.

"Bad enough everyone we've run into wants to kill us, now nature is helping them do it!" Artis complained.

"I don't think this storm is natural Artis." Amelia said. "There's too much magic in it."

"No one has that much power!" Perdi said. "Even Stormy couldn't make a storm this big!"

"Well I can tell you one thing Perdi, someone is definitely controlling this storm."

A bolt of lightning flashed from the sky, heading straight for Dhalia.

"Dhalia!"

"No!"

"Energy Drain!" Dhalia shouted as the bolt struck her. Instead of being electrocuted, she began to glow. She pointed towards the origin of the bolt. "Thunder Crash!" An intense wave of sonic energy ripped out from Dhalia's fingers, cutting through the sky like a knife. Dhalia fell to the ground, stunned by the sheer power that had coursed through her, but another figure fell from the sky as well. The storm began to dissipate.

The Classix dove down to join Dhalia. She was on her feet, but panting.

"How did you do that?" Perdit demanded. "You should be dead!"

"Turned- turned the lightning, into sound." Dhalia panted. "Simple trick. Energy conversion."

"Who did you hit?"

"No idea." Dhalia's breathing was returning to normal. "Let's find out."

The Classix flew across the field, searching for the person who'd attacked them. They found a half conscious witch sitting huddled in a ball, muttering to herself.

"Who are you?" Amelia demanded.

"Grey lady, do not speak. Speak! Chatter! Shout! No fool, they are listening! Listen! Hear! Understand!"

"Ooookay, I think she's got a few screws loose." Artis muttered.

"Silence you simpleton! Silence! Quiet! Listen! You will stop! Stop! Halt! Think! Stop this! Make them go away!"

Reyva looked at the woman. "This is a waste of time."

"Time! Think! No you idiot!"

"Let's go." Dhalia said. "This witch clearly lost her mind a long time ago."

"Stop! Witch! Long ago! Be silent!"

"What?" Dhalia turned back to the deranged storm witch. "What did you just say?"

"You! Witch! Long ago!"

A chill went down Dhalia's spine. How could this woman know she'd been a witch before becoming a fairy.

"Tell us what you know." Dhalia said.

"Tell them nothing! Know! Understand! Listen! Think! Mind!"

"Is she saying what I think she's saying?" Reyva asked nervously. Amelia nodded wordlessly.

"I don't know anything! Anything! Tell! Know! You!"

"Perdi..." Dhalia said.

"Yes?"

"Could you do something about this?"

"No she can't! Do something! I! Mind!"

"Let me try something. Mind Lock!"

The witch seemed to rattle for a second, then lay still. "Thank you."

"Who are you?" Artis asked, somewhat shaken.

"I am, I was, Vellantai."

"Vellantai? The witch who saved Teylan eight thousand years ago?" Artis stared at the woman.

"Yes."

"Artis, what do you know about this?" Dhalia asked.

"Vellantai was a great witch of Teylan. She was blessed with the power of prophecy, and used it to help protect the land. Then one day she foresaw a threat that could not be defeated. A violent lightning dragon named Talu. Instead of battling him, she used a magic orb to absorb him." Artis turned to stare at the woman on the ground. "It is said that Talu's rage drove her insane, and that her final act was to seal away both him and herself for all of eternity."

"Another legend..." Dhalia said darkly.

"You did well to survive Talu's wrath, and I-" The woman flinched. "There's not much time! Talu will soon break free again!"

"What?"

"You must leave. You have a mission to complete, but before you go, I must tell you something. Trust your friend. She is what she says. But she is also more than she says. And less." Amelia gasped. "Now leave! Before Talu- Gryah!"

The Classix flew away from the witch as fast as their wings could carry them. Behind them, a storm raged, two mortal enemies locked in struggle, living in the same skin.

A/N: Ow. My brain hurts. Writing Vellantai's insane babble was like trying to play baseball with a golf club. Ow.

I was going to say something here, but now I'm too confused. Maybe I'll come back to it another time.

That's it for now. I'm going to go lie down for a while. See everyone next chapter.