Iorda

After everyone had gone into their separate dorms, Musa and I stayed back in the main area. The two of us needed to talk, as I could tell that something was bothering her. The conversation was intended to be more on the private side, so soon Musa and I exited Alfea and made our way to the forest.

No wind was blowing, and the warm sun was out. The tall trees were concealing and made it seem as if we were the only people in the woods. Even before finding a spot to rest, I needed to know what was bothering Musa.

"Musa?" I met her gaze. She turned her head to meet mine. The strange thing is that she stayed silent all the way here. "What's going on? Have you been doing alright?"

Musa bit her lip, and she looked like a wave of emotions about to break onto the surface. "It's just that…''

We pushed through several branches; revealing a small clearing. There was a small pond that we slowly began to sit around. The two of us were sitting next to each other, and the emotions coming off of Musa prepared me for what she had been going through.

Musa let out a tired breath as she clenched and unclenched her hand nervously. She's so anxious. Kindly, I reached out my hand and wrapped it around Musa's. Her hand loosened, and she looked towards me; her expression softening.

"It's just that… All this—what's been happening, and seeing the Trix again—hasn't been easy for me," Musa began. "I know they've hardly done anything to me personally... Well, mostly. It's just hard for me to forget all that's happened in the past, and the thing is, every time I see the Trix I just remember what they've done. What they did to other people, and how they've hurt, well, you and everyone else. I can't forget it… I've tried..." I could see small tears budding from Musa's eyes as she looked down.

"Musa…" I reached over and hugged her comfortingly. I should have known all this would be hard on her, more than I expected it to be. Obviously, she would resent the Trix—part of it because she's seen me break down many times over in the past as a result of them—and it's not as if it's for a petty reason.

Musa returned the embrace, and I felt one of her cold tears fall onto my shoulder. "I've tried Iorda. I've tried to forget it. I—I've tried! I tried but I can't forget it!" The fairy was letting out all that she's held in. I could hear her sobs and feel her sadness; her resentment to the Trix and the shame she felt for feeling that.

"It's okay Musa, it's okay," I said quietly. It hurt me so much to see her this sad. No, broken. "It'll be okay, all this will be okay."

A pause went by, and I could feel that Musa had stopped shaking and that her tears had slowed. I leant back from our embrace but still kept looking at her and holding her hand as I continued sitting beside her.

"It's not like I don't want to forget all that's happened," Musa's gaze drifted over to the water's reflective surface. "I do. But it's hard. I mean, they helped us defeat Valtor, so I know they aren't gonna pull anything now." She met my gaze, and I continued to listen. "And how you can forgive them so easily, and to want to be close with them, and to forget everything, I don't know how you can do it."

I paused.

"I'm not against you having a friendship with them, don't get me wrong," Musa began once more. "I just don't know how you can forget everything so easily."

"Muse," I leaned slightly to meet her gaze. Biting her lip, she looked towards me once more. "You don't have to forget everything. Truth be told, no matter what it seems like, I haven't forgotten everything." Musa's eyes widened at that. "I still feel those old feelings. I still feel buried fear a lot of the time when I'm near them. So never think you are doing something wrong by not forgetting. You are one of the nicest and kindest people I know who wouldn't do harm to anyone. You're not doing anything wrong Musa."

"If anything," I smiled. "You're doing everything right."

Stormy

"I… killed my mother."

Flora stayed dead silent as I said that. She must've been shocked, but I couldn't blame her. A moment passed before she met my gaze quietly, her eyes were full of something similar to sympathy.

"What happened?" She questioned tentatively.

I sighed as I pulled my legs in and wrapped my arms around them. I haven't spoken of this for so long to anyone. "It… happened on Linfea a long time ago. It was the planet I was born on and lived on."

I remember it so well…

I was in the house where my mom, dad and I lived. Dad was out with his work; I cannot remember what. My mom had gone out to speak with my teachers. And I, myself, was at home.

"I was born with nature magic of the sky. And, as you probably know, Linfea only has nature magic of the Earth," I continued to explain to Flora.

I was around fifteen when it happened. I vividly remember sitting on my bed, moving my hand and making miniature tempests with my magic.

"School was difficult for me because of that. And my parents only resented me for it. I had no friends; they were scared of my magic and the fact that I was a witch."

Witches could have been born in Linfea, but it was rare. And the area that I lived in had no witches besides myself. My grades had fallen even lower, and the love my parents had for me was lessening.

"Soon," I took in a breath. "My mom came home. And she was less than pleased."

Right as I heard the door open and close, I sat up from my bed and walked over to the kitchen; where my mom was. She was angry, and I apologized for how low my grades were getting and told her I was trying.

"She didn't care about what I said. She was so angry at me for having the type of magic that I did," I created a small tempest that swirled around my finger before allowing it to distinguish. "And that I was a witch."

'I'm sorry!' I remember yelling. 'I'm sorry that I'm like this, but you can't blame me for my magic! It's not my fault!'

"No matter how much I apologized, she didn't listen." At this point, I was forcing myself to keep the tears in. "She kept on yelling and yelling."

I remember the anger and loneliness I felt back then. As she kept verbally sending blows towards me, my anger and bitterness only grew. I could feel magic flowing through me, and a warm feeling in my palms.

A tear fell out of my eyes. "I… I very well had control of my magic back then." I looked down to avoid Flora's gaze. "I just let my anger take control of me."

My mom's bitter voice was blurring, and all I could hear was wind howling in my ears. There was no wind around me. It was the wind inside me. It was me. My magic was building and building.

"I didn't try to do what I did." I clenched my hand. "I didn't want to kill her," my voice broke and more tears began to fall. Flora was silent, and she listened.

All of a sudden, before I could know what was happening, I felt my magic spike before two bolts of lightning flew out from my hands. They shouldn't have gone out towards my mom. But they did regardless.

They hit her. I didn't hear her scream, but her expression told me so. I felt hard cold fear and regret and any negative emotion possible, and then I drew my hands back. I ran towards my mom; now on the ground.

I was crying. I never meant to do this. I couldn't hear her breathing, I didn't see the rising and falling of her chest, I didn't see life in her.

I let out a sob. Flora glanced at me kindly before moving closer to me and embracing me. My eyes widened before I returned her gesture. How can she be so nice like this when I just told her I killed my mother?

Still hugging Flora—I feared that if I let go I would continue crying again—I began to explain once more. "My dad, and the rest of the neighbours, must have heard something. So… soon they came to the house."

I was still kneeling down in front of her; crying. Then the door opened. I gasped before stumbling backwards; shaking. When they all came into the room, they were silent. Before my dad put two and two together before glaring at me.

My dad did not hate me as much as my mother, but he resented me still. And he didn't need much to turn. 'I'm sorry!' I cried out desperately as I stood up and quickly stepped back. 'I didn't want to kill her!'

Tears were falling. I truly didn't want to hurt her. My dad and the neighbours were very angry; they were livid. My dad looked down at my mother before facing me. He took a step forward and told me to go with him.

"My dad told me to come with him," I continued. Flora's embrace ended, and she leant back to listen once more. "But… I knew that it wouldn't end well for me."

I refused and took several steps back. My dad repeated what he said, and I continued to step back. I was so afraid. For the third time, my dad told me to come with him. But he had a hard edge to his voice that frightened me.

"He came forward again, and I was close to being against the wall," I continued. "He started to tell me that I'm coming with him. Then… he and the others were stopped."

As my dad took more steps toward me, his hand reached out, I could see something unusual about the shadows in the room. Then faster than light itself, black ropes shot up from the shadows and binded around my father and the rest of them.

I didn't know what happened until I heard a voice from the doorway. 'Come on, hurry.' The voice was calm, and I adjusted my position so I was able to see who had just spoken. It was a girl around my age, and she had long, straight brown hair. That girl was Darcy.

I didn't tell Flora how my dad and neighbours were stopped. I didn't feel like I had the right to, because that topic would only end up on why Darcy was on Linfea, and that is her own business to tell.

"I'm… I'm sorry that happened," Flora met my eyes.

I smiled slightly. "It's long past now, and there's nothing really I can do to fix it." I couldn't go back to the remainder of my family now. Not after all that I've done.

"You know," the fairy began. "Maybe if you go back to Linfea and talk to your father. It could help." You couldn't blame Flora for trying, but her idea wasn't one I was eager to do.

I shook my head as I fixed my gaze towards the window on the opposite side of the room. "You don't know my family. They won't take my return well."

And neither would I.

Iorda

"If anything," I smiled. "You're doing everything right."

"Everything right?" Musa seemed very confused. "How is it right for me to resent them?"

I smiled. "Instead of burying your feelings, you're working through them. That resentment you feel isn't going to stay forever unless you let it, and even now, I can see that you are trying. As long as you're doing that, it's the only thing that matters." She isn't burying her feelings like me, but I buried the realization the moment I thought of it.

A pause of silence went by. "So… you think I can forgive them?" Musa's gaze was hopeful.

I let a large smile play across my face. I hugged Musa once more, and she returned it without hesitation. "I do. And I always have, Musa."

"Thanks." Musa's energy had changed so much since we started this conversation. Now, it was full of hopeful energy and happiness.

"Help!" A high-pitched voice echoed from further into the forest.

I stood up quickly with Musa following. "What is that?" I exclaimed. The two of us ran towards the voice but paused in front of several tree branches. There was only silence, but soon we heard a soft fluttering of wings and then a tiny creature burst out of the trees.

I turned so I could see the small figure, but I smiled as I recognized it. It was a pixie, but not just any pixie. She had on a pink and white dress with ruffles, and her blonde and pink hair was done up in two ponytails. The figure was in the clearing Musa and I had just sat, and the pixie was turning around; surrounded by a very nervous aura.

"Bliss!" I called out to my bonded pixie. The pixie of positivity turned.

"Iorda!" Her face lit up as she flew towards me, and more so ran into me before flying back to meet my gaze. "Oh! Hello Musa, it's great to see you too. We need help! Three pixies in the village are in trouble!"

"What?" I questioned.

"What kind of trouble?" Musa's eyes were wide with worry.

"Aroma, Bivlee, and Emerald are severely ill! Jolly just foretold that they can only be cured by some 'forbidden connection.' So Nifea told me to come and find you, Winx!" Bliss explained.

"'Forbidden connection?' What does that mean?" Musa questioned.

"I don't know!" Bliss exclaimed, worried for her friends. "But Jolly's cards said that it would defy the law on the basis of bonding. But I don't know what that is!"

I paused, thinking about the main law of bonding. "That only fairies can bond…" I gasped slightly in realization.

"What is it Iorda?" Bliss questioned.

"We need to get back to Alfea. We need to get back to the others!" I started running back towards the school, and Musa and Bliss followed.

We need to find the Trix.

A/N The pixies return! To be honest... they'll return when they're relevant to the story. But I'll do my best not to forget about them XD