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EDIT: JANUARY 2023, CHAPTER HAS BEEN UPDATED

Chapter 2: You're a Fairy, Bloom

Thank goodness it was nighttime, because otherwise there'd be many awkward excuses spilling from Bloom's lips towards curiously staring strangers as to why she had an unconscious man awkwardly draped over her bike.

Still, she wanted to hurry; she didn't want to try her luck. Plus, using the strange man's coat as a makeshift bandage wouldn't stop the bleeding forever. Her dad probably had a first aid kit she could use though.

But walking—let alone hurrying—was kind of difficult.

Wizard Guy was heavy, and having to wheel her already weighted bike with a sleeping dude draped over top it as well was nothing if not a strain on her arms.

As she trudged through the quiet night however, Bloom spared the man glances. Snake fighting magic wielder aside, his clothes were noticeably strange as well—long boots whose tips currently dragged across the sidewalk, white frilled collard blouse and dark vest that had been underneath the long maroon jacket he had been wearing, along with similarly dark gloves. And she was pretty sure he was wearing eyeshadow.

Maybe it was whack to her, but Bloom figured Hot Topic was the clothing of choice for wizards, or warlocks, or magicians—whatever he was.

Bloom sighed to herself. Of course, there was also the weirdo that was her. A dragon had come out of her chest, light had exploded from her palms—what else could it be but magic?

But then again, how could that be? Her parents were perfectly ordinary! If they didn't have any magic, why did she?

Finally, with a feeling of thankful euphoria, Bloom reached her house. She stopped by the front door and glanced down at Wizard Guy. Now, how to carry him inside?

She already knew the answer to that question and her shoulders were already drooping at the very thought. Draping him over a bike and carting him through nighttime Gardenia had been tough enough, carrying him up the steps would be nigh impossible for Bloom and her weary muscles.

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, the door opened and Vanessa stepped out. "Bloom! There you are, we were getting worr..." her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to Wizard Guy, blinking slowly.

"Um...can you get Dad?" Bloom asked with an awkward smile. "Don't worry, I'll tell you guys everything but I need to get him inside."

It was cold, so very cold and suffocating. His magic was waning but he couldn't give up, even if he was being choked with the tiny amount of oxygen present and the ice pressing around him on all sides, even when every cell in his body was slowly becoming obsolete.

He needed to fight. He needed to—

Valtor's eyes snapped open and his upper body shot upwards as a shuddering gasp left his lips. His vision was blurry, and the cold was biting at his skin again, and there were voices—

"H...y...okay?" A voice sliced through the ringing in his ears and a dainty hand was placed on his shoulder, causing a jolt of electricity to spark his Dragon Flame. The hand tensed as well, as if its owner too had felt the sharp bolt of magic.

Valtor's eyes slowly located the hand, gaze travelling further up the arm it was attached to, to the shoulder, and finally to a vaguely familiar face. Wide cerulean blue eyes watched him worriedly, the colour in stark contrast to the fiery red hair crowning her head.

That girl...

And it all came rushing back like an exploding dam—the snake, the girl wielding the Dragon Flame...and most importantly escaping Omega.

Shaking hands pushed against the surface he was on top of—cushion, not snow. His eyes then found a woman with dark hair and a blonde man, a ceiling fan, a TV; mundane furniture. They fell to the bandage on his arm, the blanket draped over his body and finally back to the girl.

Yes, that was right. He was far, far away from that dreadful place, and the girl, this girl had rescued him from that troublesome snake that had followed him in an attempt to cut his freedom short.

This girl who, for some reason possessed the Dragon's Flame.

Too tired to play with theories at present, Valtor closed his eyes and sighed softly in relief, letting the phantom chills leave his body.

With the ringing in his ears subsiding, he could here the girl prompt "How do you feel?" Spurring Valtor to open his eyes once more. The man and woman—the girl's parents he presumed—crowded beside him as well with similar expressions of curious concern.

As if in response to that question, a headache blossomed in Valtor's head and he pressed the edge of his palm against his forehead with a pained exhale of breath. "Where...am I?" He rasped, despising the pathetic croak of his voice. Goodness, he hated making lacklustre first impressions...

"Don't worry, dear. You're perfectly safe," the woman said with a kind smile.

"Must've been a serious mugging, huh?" The man said with a frown.

"Dad!" The girl said, removing her hand from Valtor's shoulder finally and crossing her arms. "I told you, he wasn't mugged he was attacked by a giant magic breathing snake!"

"And I told you that that's ridiculous!" The man responded with a dramatic throwing of his arms.

"But I saw it with my own eyes! I know it makes no sense but—!"

"Honey, are you sure you weren't just confused?" The woman questioned her daughter.

Interesting. Just as he perceived during his rescue, this girl had been violently thrust into the hidden world of magic—that knocked out a couple of his theories as to who she was, strengthened his most prominent one, and gave him an excuse to properly introduce his greatness without worrying about getting blasted into next century.

"Your daughter is correct," Valtor cut in, causing the three Earthlings to glance towards him. He cleared his throat to rid it of its rasping texture and moved the blankets off him, bringing his legs down to the carpet and sitting up. "There was no robbery taking place—truly it'd take more than a couple of humans with switchblades to take down a wizard."

The two adults exchanged a look of sheer incredulity while the girl's eyes lit up with wonder and curiosity, lips morphing from an annoyed frown to an eager smile. "So I was right then; you are a wizard!"

"Not just any wizard," Valtor responded with a smug smirk. "You just so happen to be speaking to the most powerful wizard in the Magic Dimension."

"The most powerful?" The girl asked curiously, sitting at the arm of the chair and watching him with a tilted head. "So are you like...a magic celebrity?"

Valtor chuckled and his smirk broadened. "In a sense." More notorious than lovingly famous, but he supposed it was the same thing and he was proud of the reputation either way. He placed an arm over his chest and gave the most elegant bow he could muster while still sitting. "My name is Valtor."

"Hi, Valtor," The girl said warmly. "I'm Bloom. Bloom Peters."

Bloom.

Well...there was no doubt who she was now; a teenager possessing the Dragon's Flame named Bloom. Valtor fought the urge to grin, but managed to show restraint.

It would seem that weakling Daphne wasn't good at hiding things after all.

He could kill her. Right here and now, one blast to the heart and one big threat to his power would be eliminated forever.

Two reasons why he wouldn't.

Exhibit A, this girl couldn't even transform yet; what would the history books say? "The Greatest Wizard of all time killed one of his greatest rivals but only because she was naive, unprepared, and didn't know how to lift a finger to defend herself."?

Of course, when he came into ultimate power he'd eradicate anyone who tried to say such a thing—but even if the Magical Dimension didn't know the truth, he would. He couldn't imagine waking up every morning and looking himself in the mirror, knowing how pathetic he was.

Exhibit B, Valtor was in abysmal shape due to spending all his magic breaking enchanted ice. It would take ages to regain his full power—ages he simply didn't have; people would become aware of his disappearance from Omega eventually. He would need aide getting it all back.

Exhibit C, he could not afford to let such a powerful girl into enemy hands. Specifically the aged ones belonging to the headmistress of a pastel coloured fairy haven

"Magic celebrities? Wizards? Okay," the man said, garnering Valtor and Bloom's attention as he shook his head with crossed arms. "I think you two lost your wallets and your minds during that mugging."

Valtor's smirk immediately melted into an annoyed scowl as the insolent man walked towards the cord phone sitting atop a simple table. "I'm calling the police, you can tell them all about the muggers and then we can call Dr. Silverman to deal with your delusion problems."

Valtor rose a hand and pointed at the phone, shooting a beam of magic from his fingertip whilst ignoring the immediate wave of dizziness that came over him. He had to quickly place his hand back on the couch to re-steady himself—it was pathetic, truly.

But the end result was absolutely worth it.

The magic outlined the phone and its jack in violet light before seconds later, the phone jumped from the blonde man's hand and wrapped its rapidly elongating cord around his body.

He cried out in horror as his bound figure struggled against the curled telephone cord while the phone jack split in the middle and opened like a mouth, exposing a row of fangs dripping with saliva while it snarled like an angry dog.

The red head gasped in horror and the woman cried, "Mike!" As the mentioned screamed in sheer terror.

Pleased, Valtor snapped his fingers and the phone jack returned to normal, the phone and its cord unraveling swiftly and slamming back to its place atop the phone jack.

The man—Mike—staggered backwards against his wife, clutching his chest and panting wide eyed.

"Do you still find me to be a deluded madman?" Valtor questioned with a condescending smirk.

The man spluttered a non-answer in response and Valtor relished in the sight of his trembling form—he had missed this dearly.

"Was that really necessary?" Bloom demanded with a frown. "You could have really hurt him!"

"Hardly," Valtor drawled, turning back to her. "Magic is all about intent, and my intent wasn't to hurt, it was to scare. Besides that..." he glanced at his palm and clenched into a fist with an annoyed sigh. "My magic is rather...pitiful at this time." Having his powers diluted before being sealed was one thing, but using almost all of his remaining powers up shattering the ice he was encased in made it considerably weaker.

Looking up from his hand, he turned back to Bloom, a decision already taking root in his mind as he gave her the most sincere smile he could muster. "Thus, had you not used your own magic to save me, I would have surely met my end tonight; thank you."

Bloom blushed at the praise and looked away, batting her hands through the air. "Oh, it was...it was nothing really. I seriously didn't know what I was doing."

"'Nothing' is a grave understatement," Valtor corrected. "Tonight you showed exceptional ability—the Dragon's Flame, the most powerful form of magic in all the Realms."

"The...Dragon's Flame?" Bloom questioned, staring down at her hands in confusion. "I have… whatever that is?"

"But how can that be possible?" The woman asked in confusion. "Bloom is completely ordinary."

"Ordinary!" Valtor laughed and shook his head. "Your daughter isn't ordinary by fairy standards, let alone Earthling ones."

"'Fairy standards?'" Bloom said slowly, leaning forward on the couch arm and clutching the material tightly. "What do you...are you...?"

"I'm sure you know the answer to that," Valtor said simply.

"Me? A fairy?" Bloom breathed, eyes glittering with delight and lips parted in awe. She rose her hands to clasp them in glee but this caused her to loose her balance, sending the girl tumbling off the sofa arm with a shriek.

Valtor's eyes widened in surprise at the sight as her parents gasped. "I'm fine!" Bloom called, face muffled by the yellow carpet while holding up a thumb.

She was going to be far too easy.

"I can't believe a prisoner escaped," a Prison Enforcer grumbled as he stared cross armed at the crumbled structure that used to be an ice prison. "'Impenetrable prison' my foot."

"Give it some slack," another said, crouching to the snowy ground and picking up a wooden plaque with his gloved hands. "Wasn't just anyone who escaped."

He showed the plaque to his companion and he cursed. "Valtor. If he's the one that's out—"

"—then it's trouble," the second man said grimly.

"Nobody knows where he went?" Another asked.

"Nope. The mermaid guards say they saw one of the snakes and a flash of light...but that's it. He probably teleported out of there."

The Prison Enforcers huffed in annoyance and glared up at the dark snowing sky. "Honestly, you'd think there'd be tracking spells in place but no."

"Impenetrable Prison, 'member?" A sardonic voice harrumphed.

"Well we might just have the next best thing!" Another called, waving a piece of maroon cloth around.

The two men exchanged a look before they and the others near earshot swiftly migrated towards the triumphantly grinning guard.

"Look here, looks like the snake the mermaids saw got him!" He said, showing the bloodied cloth to everyone.

"So?" One demanded. "What's that supposed to do?"

"Track him, of course! Put this in a scanner or use a spell and boom, he's all ours!"

"Okay, but this is Valtor we're taking about. Even if we do find him, how are we supposed to detain him?" Another said.

"Psh, like that'll matter!" The guard with the cloth scoffed, batting a hand through the air. "I mean look! Those dumb snakes got him—he's clearly off his game."

"We don't know that," the hesitant guard insisted.

"Agreed," said yet another. "I say we tell their Royal Majesties of Andros—they can send a team of fairies and wizards."

"If we do that we'll start a Dimension wide panic!" The cloth holder said. "We do this ourselves, we get him and nobody knows he's gone."

"Haven't the mermaids already ruined that plan?" Another guard questioned.

"They saw a snake, not a prisoner. As far as they're concerned, nothing got out."

"But this is Valtor not just a prisoner." The first one repeated seriously. "Don't you remember what he and The Ancestral Witches did sixteen years ago to Sparx? Hell, what he's done to countless realms before that?"

"Exactly why we should get him before anything bad happens!"

"Guys, VALTOR!"

"Then stay behind, coward," the cloth guard said with a snarl. "We have a reputation to uphold as the Dimension's finest jailers and some damn wizard isn't going to ruin that! We are going to find that escapee. Anyone have a scanner on hand?"

Bloom had never been self conscious of her room—sure it was usually a mess but she never felt too bothered by it.

That was...until she gained a visitor. Now every discarded pair of jeans, every crumpled ball of paper, and every sticky stain atop her desk was hyper focused to her gaze, and she found herself grateful that Wizard Guy—Valtor—had opted to leaning against the door-frame waiting for the go ahead to enter rather then stepping into the horror scene that was Bloom's Bedroom.

"I'm sorry," Bloom said sheepishly, throwing a handful of clothes into her dirty basket. "I usually don't have visitors so I don't clean up much—be ready in a sec!" At least this gave her a moment to think about what was happening.

She, Bloom Peters was a fairy. Pausing in the act of hanging up a jean jacket, Bloom glanced at one of the many fairy drawings taped to her wall, dreamy smile finding its way onto her lips.

She could hardly believe it—even after pinching herself five times, and she was bursting with questions to ask Valtor.

Bloom straightened her blankets, put all her drawing papers into a neat pile, and stepped back with a pleased nod and smile. "Alright! All done."

Valtor took the implied invitation and stepped into the room at last, eyes trailing the fairy pictures on the wall with an amused lift to his lips. "I see you're already rather intrigued with magic."

"You have no idea!" Bloom gushed with eagerly clasped hands. "I've been dreaming about being a fairy since I was four and to learn it was the truth all along is just...wow, you know? I'm still worried I might be dreaming—" Bloom pinched her arm for a sixth time and winced. "—alright, nope."

Valtor chuckled and turned back around as Bloom excitedly went to her desk and handed him the fairy art book she'd been given for her sixteenth birthday last December—courtesy of her father.

"Is your—our world anything like this?" Bloom asked eagerly as Valtor opened the book and flicked through the pages with a single finger and appraisingly tilted head.

"Hmm. I'd say the only thing these humans got right were the wings and the glitter." Valtor stated simply as he closed the book and handed it back to Bloom. "Long dresses are seldom a costume you get with a fairy form for ease of mobility sake, and pointed ears are for the elves—thank the Dragon for that."

"Fairy forms?" Bloom asked as she took the book back.

"When a fairy manages to moderately grasp her magic, she will unlock her Base fairy form. Of course, this usually happens when the fairy is four or five so you're a late bloomer in that regard—"

"Pun intended?" Bloom asked with a teasing smile and raise of her brow.

Valtor paused and blinked slowly at her, confusion knitting his brows. "What...is a pun?"

Bloom's eyes widened. "Oh! Well a pun is—um," Bloom frowned in thought, hugging the book closer to her chest as if it would compress the answers out of her before shaking her head. "You know what, I'm bad at explaining. Continue?"

Valtor regarded her for a moment more before complying. "As I was saying, a fairy starts off with her Base form and the more acts of sincerity and empathy she portrays, the stronger she becomes."

"What'll my Base fairy form look like?" Bloom asked.

"I do believe that depends on age, personality, and power type. A fairy's Base outfit changes during her late teenage or young adult years if she unlocks it beforehand. It can also change with personality but...that is rare."

Bloom nodded slowly. "So...basically I have to wait and see?"

"Correct."

Bloom had never been much of a fashionista but she couldn't help but feel mildly excited about what her Base fairy form would like—and she was going to have wings! Freaking wings!

She was about to ask Valtor another question when a loud BOOM shook the house. Bloom heard her father cry, "What?!" And her mother exclaim in horror followed by, "He's in here, spread out!"

Bloom gasped in fear and Valtor frowned.

"What's going on?!" Bloom cried as violet magic sparked at Valtor's fingertips. He strode out of the bedroom and looking over his shoulder telling her, "Meddlesome fools."

Bloom hesitated for a moment before following after him. Whether she could use magic yet or not was irrelevant—her parents were in trouble.

"Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way," A man's voice proclaimed as Bloom stopped behind Valtor who was watching the scene with narrowed eyes from the staircase.

The living room was filled with multiple figures in strange electric glowing skintight apparel, orange goggles and weird caps atop their heads. They had guns trained on her parents as they watched petrified from the wall they were cornered against, hugging one another.

One man was holding up Valtor's maroon jacket with one hand and a weird circular device that was scanning it in green light.

"Tell us where—"

One of the gunman didn't get to finish, because Valtor had shot a thick beam of light from his palm and blasted him against the wall, causing hanging picture frames to crash to the ground.

"Gentlemen!" Valtor announced with a smug smile that Bloom was beginning to think was his signature thing. Everyone in the living room turned to him and Bloom, the men with guns pointing them threateningly at their direction. "Are we having a problem?" Valtor continued, twirling his finger in the air.

The jacket being held by one of the men was magically torn from his grip and found its way into Valtor's waiting hand.

"It's him! Get ready, men!"

"What do we do?" Bloom asked anxiously as Valtor causally slipped his arms through the maroon sleeves and shrugged the rest of the coat on. How he was being so calm about this baffled her.

"You are going to get your parents to safety," Valtor said, rolling his neck. "I am going to dispose of your unwanted guests—do try and stay out of my way."

And with that, Valtor vaulted over the banister and blasted a guard in the face simultaneously, landing in a crouch that allowed him to avoid the retailed gun blast aimed at his head.

Bloom gasped and quickly dashed down the steps in time to avoid the blast as it splintered the stairs. Eyes darting to where her parents watched wide eyed.

Quickly, she jumped over a man that Valtor had sent sprawling to the ground and twisted out of the way of a screaming one that had been blasted against the banister, further splintering the poor wood.

Bloom sympathized with Mike's wince at the rapidly deteriorating state of the house as she quickly reached him and Vanessa.

"Come on! We have to get out of here!" She said, gripping both their arms and pulling them towards the destroyed front door.

As they reached the crumbling archway Bloom glanced over her shoulder to find Valtor standing over his newest victim with a pleased smirk—oblivious to the man pointing a gun at his back.

Bloom gasped and called, "Look out!"

Valtor glanced up at her, frowning in questioning before he was shot. With a cry of pain he tumbled to the plaster covered carpet, the back of his coat smoking as he struggled to stand again with a strained grunt.

Once outside, Bloom let go of her parents and attempted run back into the house to aid Valtor, only to be stopped abruptly by Vanessa grabbing her arm.

"Bloom! Sweetie, you can't go in there it's too dangerous."

"I have to help him," Bloom said firmly, pulling out of the grasp and dashing into the war zone, ignoring the calls of her parents.

The man who had shot Valtor kicked him onto his back and aimed his gun at his chest with a smirk. "Told 'em you were off your game."

Gritting her teeth, Bloom grabbed a chunk of rubble and smacked it against the man's skull, wincing when he crumpled to the ground in a heap.

"Oh! Did I kill him? Oh my gosh I hope I didn't kill—!" Bloom was cut off as Valtor swiftly shot a spell at something from behind her. Turning swiftly, Bloom saw it was another gunman who had no doubt attempted to attack her from behind as well.

"Wow. Thanks," she said with a sigh of relief as Valtor staggered to his feet behind her with a grunt.

"Blasted...gah..." he stumbled forward, and Bloom darted forwards to catch him, allowing him to lean against her even though he was still as heavy as ever.

"Thank you," he muttered, slowly regaining his balance before holding his hand upwards. One by one, each one of the either unconscious or groaning guards disappeared in a flash of red.

"Where'd they all go?" Bloom asked as Valtor's hand dropped limply to his side and he let out a tired sigh, leaning his weight on her again.

"Limbo. They won't be getting out," Valtor responded. Bloom didn't know what "Limbo" was but it sounded pretty bad and she couldn't suppress a chill from tingling her spine.

"Bloom!" Vanessa exclaimed as she and Mike ran into the house. Valtor thankfully stood on his own once more and allowed Bloom to be engulfed in a hug by both her parents.

"You okay, kiddo?" Mike asked, pulling back with a worried frown and Bloom nodded with a smile.

"Just peachy, Dad. Don't worry about me."

"Those men," Vanessa began, addressing Valtor with a frown. "Who were they and what did they want?"

Bloom and Mike turned to Valtor as well, sharing in Vanessa's curiosity.

Valtor leaned his weary body against the wall and glanced at all three members of the Peters family before finally answering with, "Bloom, do you recall when I told you that you possessed the Dragon Flame?"

Bloom pulled out of Mike's loosening embrace and nodded. "Uh-huh. You said it was the strongest power in the Magic Dimension or something, right?"

"Indeed. You see, I too possess this power," Valtor said. "It is different from yours...but it is the Dragon Flame none of the less, and by extension it is no less powerful. Because of this, it is a highly sought after treasure; power hungry witches, wizards, dark lords, and even some heroes and fairies would clamour to tear anyone to shreds to get their hands on it, and it is that greed that brought these men here tonight."

"They wanted your Dragon Flame," Bloom said and when Valtor nodded in confirmation she frowned worriedly. "Does...anybody know that I have it?"

"Those men didn't target you until you aided me, so I doubt it. But with your powers reawakening..."

Bloom looked down at her hands, feeling apprehension twisting its way into her heart. Suddenly this dream felt more like a nightmare.

"What...what do I do?" Bloom asked worriedly, looking up at Valtor with worry dancing in her eyes.

"Is there a place we can go so they can't find us?" Mike asked in increased concern.

Valtor chuckled darkly and crossed his arms. "Believe me, if someone from the Magic Dimension wants to find something, it won't take too long to do so; you can move around all you like but the problem won't disappear."

His icy blue eyes locked with Bloom's cerulean ones. "But your daughter, with the right tutelage certainly could make it so."

Bloom stepped forward and hesitantly asked, "What...what do you mean?"

"Well, if you so please I will be at your service when it comes to your magical education," Valtor said with a smile. "Take it as a thank you for saving my life twice over."

Hope pushed back the apprehension in Bloom's heart and she began to smile, her parents exchanging curious glances.

"All right...but how would that work exactly?" Mike asked. "Is this going to be a scheduled recurrence at our house or...?"

"No, no, I wouldn't want to subject your house to any more damage," Valtor said, and as if to prove his point, the ceiling fan fell with a heavy thud and an explosion of plaster.

Mike winced as Vanessa asked, "Then what do you have in mind?"

"I can give her a tour of the Magic Dimension," Valtor said. "It would give her some much needed magical exposure as I go about my business, and it would allow me the time to get her to the level of fairies her age—perhaps even beyond that."

"So like...a magical expedition?" Bloom asked excitedly. "That sounds super fun! Where would we go first—?"

"Hold the phone! Vanessa, are we really going to let our little girl run off with some man she just met?" Mike demanded incredulously.

"Dad, I need to learn how to fight! And if Valtor's willing to teach me then I think I should go with him."

"Besides," Vanessa said, placing a hand on Mike's shoulder. "You heard him. If the wrong sorts of people find out about Bloom's powers..."

Mike sighed heavily, frowning between Bloom and Valtor, Bloom giving him the most Good Girl look she could muster. Yeah this was kind of out of the blue but...learning how to use magic while visiting faraway fantasy worlds? Bloom didn't think she'd wanted anything more in her entire life!

"I'll give you until tomorrow morning to decide," Valtor cut in. "In the meanwhile, I suggest you get some rest—it's been a long night for you, yes?"

It was only then that Bloom realized how tired she was. Her eyelids gained a sandy weight to them and weariness weighed on her bones and muscles. "Yeah." Bloom yawned in her palm. "I guess I am super tired."

"As I predicted," Valtor said. He finally pushed himself off the wall and stumbled slightly towards the door.

"Do you need help?" Vanessa asked and Valtor shook his head.

"My magic will fix the wound in no time, don't fret," as he said this, he waved his hand. The seemingly simple action caused the plaster to rise into the air, re-merging with the ceiling and walls while every torn piece of furniture and shattered ornament became whole once more and found their way back to their original places. He gave Bloom a smile over his shoulder as he said, "Magic can fix anything—decide to join me and I will show you how it's done."

That line sent a rush of excitement into Bloom's system as she looked down at her hands once more, anticipating all the things she'd be able to do with her magic.

Those bastard Prison Enforcers were more competent than Valtor had given them credit for; not an hour of freedom and they managed to pin him down.

Sighing, the wizard stretched his leg out across the cold concrete of the apartment building he sat on while resting his weary head atop the knee of the other, wind billowing through his hair and coat, midnight sky twinkling above him.

It would seem he'd need to steal mind spells and wipe the remaining enforcer's memories as soon as possible before more figured out his disappearance—and to do that he needed to regain his strength from Solaria most likely, and to do that would throw away the realm's balance and surely blow away his cover.

Had it not been for his current power level and finding the heir of Sparx, he wouldn't care for the world to know he was back...but he had known the girl for a half-hour and he was already certain she would never trust someone she knew was a criminal.

She would trust a benevolent mentor figure however, a charming friend, a dashing saviour showing the truth of who she was and what she could do. They would fight to the death one day, he was certain of it, and so Valtor was going to make it as enjoyable and monumental as possible. All while she was kept away from the likes of Faragonda.

Valtor smirked to himself as he looked up at the sky, early dawn colouring the sky a dark indigo.

AN:

EDIT: So, this AN is outdated, see next chapter's AN for context!

So yeah, Baltor's still a lying manipulative lil bastard lol.

Don't worry though, he'll eventually get called out for his BS and have a super slow redemption arc to go through before any romance happens!

Also, despite Baltor's plans, Alfea will make an entrance next chapter, along with the Trix and the other Winx girls!

Hope you enjoyed!

Fantasy Fan OUT!