"Well..." Bloom began.
"Oh Sky, this picnic is wonderful!" Bloom said, gazing around at the trees and waterfalls.
"A wonderful picnic indeed, and if I am not mistaken, you needed it too," he laughed. Bloom sighed and lay down on the fresh green grass; she couldn't help but think how much her friends would've loved it here.
"Look, there they are," she muttered, eyes narrowed.
"Are you sure about this, your highness?" Joe asked, wondering why she wanted to do this.
"Yes, now, you know what to do. So, GO DO IT!" she hissed.
"Um, Sky?" Bloom asked. He looked up at her to see a look of fear and confusion. "Are all these people meant to be here?" Sky looked around to see men with swords surrounding them.
"Well, I didn't plan this," he muttered, drawing his sword. "I'll cover, you go transform!"
"Bloom, magic winx, Believix!" Bloom yelled. When she had transformed, Bloom stood back to back with Sky. Her powers and his sword would protect them, okay, should protect them.
"Surrender, or you both die!" one of them shouted in a trembling voice, then a girl walked out from behind the man. Sky couldn't see who she was, the sun behind her made it hard to look in her direction.
"Sky, I have been waiting for you, fight, you go to prison, or just become my husband," she said and Bloom could just imagine a smug look on her face.
"Why does everyone want to marry me?" Sky asked exasperated. "But anyway, we will fight! Won't we Bloom?" Sky questioned, hoping for a yes. Bloom nodded her head meekly.
"Fine, guards, seize them and put them in different prison cells," she spat, "because if you refused, I warned you that being a prisoner would be the consequence." With a flick of her hand the guards had seized them both and dragged them off towards a castle with the sun setting on the horizon behind it.
"This is all my fault," Bloom muttered in misery.
"How is it your fault? I was the one with the picnic idea," he mumbled, stepping on a guard's foot.
"I can't believe I don't get paid for this," he grunted, pushing Sky forwards.
"I can help, if you set me free, then I'll give you untold riches," Sky offered.
"Ha!" he snorted. "Nice try punk!" After that, nobody spoke. They walked silently to the dark castle up ahead.
"Bloom?" Sky called, his voice nothing but fear. He heard a faint cry from one of the cells opposite his, it had to be Bloom, but it was impossible to tell with barely any light. A faint red glow, growing brighter and stronger, illuminating the cell he had heard the cry come from. He saw Bloom.
"Sky? Is that you?" she asked, and he nodded, then remembering she couldn't see him croaked out a yes. She moved the red light so it was in the hallway between them, and made it brighter.
"We have to find a way out of here," he pondered, glancing at the cell walls.
"There isn't a way out, we're stuck. It'd be impossible to get out," Bloom sighed.