Darcy

Our lives changed in an instant. More happened to us than we could have ever expected, new occurrences happening right after one another. We had thought our lives had ended and finally calmed down after years of fighting, losing, and regretting our decisions on end. My name is Darcy, witch of illusions and darkness. My two sisters, Icy; a witch of ice, and Stormy; a witch of storms, share the regret I feel every day. Then everything changed. Suddenly we didn't have the same values as before.

The change happened a month ago.

Me, Icy, and Stormy—we were all known as the Trix—were trapped in Limbo, a dimension outside of time, as a punishment for us trying to harness all the power of the Wild Magic. Even though that is hardly the worst we have done, but I digress. Then one day, after who knows how long—it could have been months or years—we somehow got out of that prison. Valtor—a somewhat powerful wizard who, I hate to admit this, the three of us had once liked and had fought over—had freed us from Limbo. He had wanted us to help him take control of the Wishing Star, and if we didn't we'd be sent back.

So long story short, we helped him find the seven Prime Stars—the pieces of the Wishing Star—and return them to him. The three of us continually fought against seven fairies called the Winx to retrieve the stars, not like that was anything new. And in the end, each side had three of them. The last star was on a deserted planet that was supposedly frozen in ice, Icy's old home before Magix.

But it's not my story to tell. Nor is it my business.

When Icy, Stormy, and I got the final star—which freed us from Valtor's mark, thankfully—we chose to go to Valtor and take his three that Prime Stars and gain the power that they hold. That had been our goal for years, after all. But later, when my sisters and I had to make a choice between giving Valtor the star so he could destroy the Magic Dimension, keeping it for the power, or giving it to the Winx to save the universe and to get a chance to make up for the past mistakes, we chose giving it to the seven fairies. I guess deep down we knew it was finally time to stop the endless battles, ones we kept on losing no matter how hard we tried.

The Winx restored all the planets, stars, and saved the Magic Universe et cetera et cetera as they always do. But the three of us... We knew how hard it would be to start over in our lives and make up for the things we had done, so we decided to just wait before we would do that and to let the whole situation blow over—at least for a while.

But... we had a mission of our own to complete.

The three of us are in Magix forest far away from any of the schools. The specific spot in the woods would be a dark clearing close to Black Mud Swamp. Very little light shone through the tall trees, which is my ideal, even if we aren't trying to avoid anyone who would recognize us. In the center of the clearing, there's a small pond—far from being clean—that is bordered by very specifically shaped rocks, as if the pond wasn't made by just nature.

Me, Icy, and Stormy were sitting around the pond discussing Icy's latest life crisis. Even though she had chosen the side of good, Icy still has the same strong, witch-like determination she always had, a trait that Stormy and I always valued in her. This means that whatever plan she comes up with, we'll have to let her go alone or trail along with her to make sure she doesn't get herself hurt.

For the leader of the Trix, she gets herself into many tight spots that we have to drag her out of.

"But it didn't even work last time. Even the Prime Star didn't do a thing, so what's the point of going back there again?" Stormy questioned plainly, talking to the ice witch whose back was turned.

The witch of being brutally honest strikes again.

"Because Stormy, ever since that day I have been strengthening my magic day in and day out and I didn't do it for it to not work. I have to free Sapphire," Icy said sternly as she turned to face us.

"Icy... you and I both know that it may not work. It's obviously a very hard spell to undo. Maybe—and I'm not fond of this idea either—Stormy should just go to Alfea, and ask the Winx if they can possibly help us," I suggested, looking towards Icy. "There's a chance they'll be able to—"

"And why am I the one that has to go ask fairies for help again?" Stormy questioned, obviously not liking the idea, as she turned towards me.

"Because you are the only one who didn't make the life of the fairy that could potentially help us completely horrible," I answered plainly, turning to Stormy, the guilt of the past washing over me. There is so much guilt and regret over what we did to those who didn't even deserve it. I then felt a larger wave of guilt come from behind me. "Sorry Ice," I said, turning to her. "But... maybe Iorda can potentially help us save—"

"No," Icy interrupted, her tone not open for discussion. "After all that we had done… we are not in a position to ask Winx for help. I'm going back to Diamond," she stated plainly, her face emotionless but still determined.

"And we're coming with you," I said calmly, putting my hand on Icy's shoulder. Her eyes widened slightly, then she smiled. I think. It was hard to tell.

"Yeah," Stormy agreed as she walked over to where we were. I turned to face her. "I guess, we're in this together," she finished. I smirked slightly, as Stormy is not usually the sentimental type—scratch that, she hates all cheesy things—but then again, none of us are.

Icy then put her hand out in front of her without hesitation. A swirling white and light blue portal appeared in front of us. Then the three of us walked in and became surrounded by bright light.

There was no turning back. And when I look back on this moment, I wish I had just stayed in the shadows.

Soon the three of us had emerged from the endless abyss of light—ugh—and we were on Diamond once more. We were surrounded by nothing except ice, ice, and more ice. A vague, snow-field wind blew around us. Making it even colder than it is in reality. But the three of us don't mind it much. Icy for obvious reasons. Stormy and I because we are around her constantly. In the distance, there was a large tree frozen completely in ice as well as several ice bird totems.

The three of us were in our witch forms, as we didn't know what we would find here. Whether 'it' would be dangerous or not.

"Let's go find my sister," Icy said with sheer determination as she started walking towards the large tree. I could tell that she clearly didn't like being here, but I know her too well to know that she can deal. Stormy and I started to walk after her.

We were quite close to the tree when the cold wind increased its speed for a millisecond. Icy and Stormy likely didn't feel it, but I tend to notice things that they can't. Both a benefit and a curse of being a psychic witch; feeling small changes in people's mood or surroundings. Regardless, I paused for a second as the two of them kept walking. There was something very strange about the energy around here. There wasn't just ice magic as we initially felt when we first came here. I felt very strong amounts of black magic.

"Trix, something is wrong," I stated plainly, staring in the distance before, turning to Icy and Stormy as they stopped walking and turned to face me. They paused for a second.

"Come on there's nothing there Darcy. We're the only ones here on this wasteland of a planet," Stormy said plainly, her tone saying that she was thinking that I am going crazy. Even after all these years she still doesn't trust me.

Go figure. I rolled my eyes.

Icy gave Stormy a look that likely meant she wasn't pleased with having her old home being called a 'wasteland' before her eyes widened. "Wait... Something is wrong here. The feeling in the air… I—!" She started, realizing something, as I felt a large wave of fear coming from her. Then the wind speed picked up greatly. The snow caught in it became like tiny shards of glass, rough against our skin.

I crossed and raised my arms over my face and turned away from the wind. The snowstorm didn't seem normal as far as I know. It seems to be encircling and targeting us. Even Icy seemed to have trouble holding up against it. The amount of dark magic in the area increased greatly.

"I know you're there!" Icy called out angrily into the snowy abyss that seemed empty. "Come out and fight!" I looked at the ice witch slightly confused, but I could trust her on what she said.

We're not the only one's here. And Icy knows who we're dealing with.

The wind picked up even faster, howling, and we started to have trouble keeping our bodies steady and from sliding from place to place. "Coward!" Stormy yelled as she shot a dark pink lightning bolt into the empty space. Then we started to hear a vague rumble in the sky. A large bolt of lightning, resembling Stormy's, came down from the sky and struck the ground a short bit away in front of us.

"Oh... I'm the coward?" An echoed voice said calmly, and it seemed to not have a distinct source. Then, as the lightning and wind disappeared, where it struck was now—what I assumed to be—a witch. She had red and purple hair, her eyes covered, as well as scar-like markings on her cheeks and a decorated skull over her hair. The witch also held a wooden staff.

I glared at the witch and recoiled slightly, but not noticeable. I personally wasn't scared. But from the feeling of fear and unease I was getting from Icy and the amount of black physic magic that was radiating off the witch in front of us… I had a bad feeling.

"I'm not the one who had watched my kingdom crumble without doing a thing," The witch said in a calm tone. "Isn't that right, Princess of Diamond?" She rhetorically questioned, her two statements clearly directed at Icy.

It then clicked in my head that we were facing the witch who had destroyed Icy's home. The Shaman Witch. I glanced behind me at Icy and Stormy, the latter had just come to the same realization that I did.

"Shaman Witch!" Icy said angrily as she took a few steps forward. "You may have destroyed this place in the past, but here and now I will defeat you!"

"And we'll help you do it," I plainly spoke to Icy. Stormy then walked up to where the two of us were and the three of us gave each other a knowing look.

"You really think you three can defeat me? You underestimate my power!" The Shaman Witch exclaimed as she levitated up in the air slightly, purple sparks flying from her hands but were far off from reaching us.

But then something happened that had never happened to me before. Psychic magic is being used against me. I tried to fight against it, but for some reason, it didn't do anything. The Shaman's magic was breaking through my mental barrier within seconds. The violating feeling of it and the pain of not being able to control my thoughts were horrible.

My mind, thoughts, and regrets we're going on against me. I could feel as if I was losing touch with reality, what was real and what wasn't. I groaned in pain softly, holding my right hand to my head as I fell onto my knees. I clenched my eyes shut. But not even the darkness was comforting anymore!

This has never happened to me before! Why is it suddenly happening now? I have to fight through it, come on! I can't be affected by psychic magic! I struggled to get out, but it was like my own thoughts were forming a cage around me.

I saw it all clearly.

I saw the me of the past.

The people I've manipulated.

Riven…

The people I hurt.

Musa... Iorda…

All the bad things I had done. All the pain and despair I had caused.

The moments I was at my worst. I felt a tear fall slowly from the corner of my eye and down my cheek, and my mind was feeling duller by the second. Soon I felt myself start to shake, sobbing at the images. This is who I am, I... I cannot change it. I want to try, but it will never happen! I can't undo the things I have done!

I cannot be seen in any other way than what I've done! It's hopeless to even try to change!

Iorda

Our lives changed in an instant. That I can say without hesitation. And I think the Winx feel the same way as I do. My name is Iorda, the Fairy of Dark Arts

Three months ago, when Valtor almost had his clutches on the last Prime Star, we had some unlikely help. The Trix, three witches who I have clashed with more than once—the deep-rooted fear regarding them has yet to disappear—had chosen the side of good and gave Winx and I the last star. After Valtor was defeated everything went back to normal.

I'm at Alfea at the moment. The sun is shining and there is silence everywhere, the only noise was the birds chirping and the occasional student walking outside the halls getting ready to leave for summer break. The school year is over, and the Winx have all gone back to their planets to live out their duties as Guardian Fairies. Bloom to Domino, Flora to Linfea. You get the idea.

But I don't have a kingdom to protect. Well, I am still a Guardian Fairy, just not in the way one would expect. Unlike the Winx and the other faries who have a planet to protect with a ruler and a kingdom, my role is watching over the three Dark Prisons: Omega, Obsidion, and Oblivion. Obsidion was destroyed years ago, and though Omega has occasional breakouts—while, on the other hand, Oblivion is secure as can be—it is far from a concerning amount for the Council of Magix to send me to watch over there.

I am packing my things in my suitcase that is resting on my bed, only a few things left before I can leave. I do have a family on Earth, one that I love very much, but we both agreed to keep them out of my life now that magic had been brought into it. All of it was for good reason, especially in the early years when talking about my family would only lead to them getting used as blackmail leverage against me...

I shake the memories from my head. I'll still go to Earth, and I'll just stay with Eldora for the time being until I'm sure I can visit my family without them being in danger. Eldora was going back to Earth, specifically Gardenia, until she has to start teaching again. I'm just grateful she let me stay with her.

I walked to my cupboard and grabbed the last few items of clothing and put them into my suitcase. Thing's have been moving very slowly lately. Valtor has been defeated so we can resume our normal lives. Somewhat, at least. But at the back of my head, the same question kept on nagging me over and over.

Where had the Trix gone?

After the three witches had helped us defeat Valtor they just….disappeared. They are still out there, I can feel it clearly from the connection of us having the same source of magic, being the Ancestors. Though, I still wonder where they had gone. I understand it would be extremely hard for them to come out into the light, but... it's still unlike them. It makes sense that they would have hidden for while.

But it's been three months.

Even for them, that's a while to stay hidden. I haven't tried yet to reach out telepathically to Darcy, for the large chance that she—or Icy and Stormy—might not want to talk. I very easily could've just called them, but…...I don't know. It's just easier and less awkward to use telepathy, disregarding the fact that I only have thier number because of... in short, blackmail regarding my girlfriend's life. I try to forget about it. It's all I can do. Should I even try telepathy though...?

Iorda, I told myself. You've given them enough time. If you feel something is wrong, then trust yourself.

Fine then. Let's just get this quick and over with. I closed my eyes and shut out my surroundings. I focused, and reached out for Darcy's psychic energy. Trying to pick up on any mental waves.

This is who I am, I cannot change it! Darcy thought. I grunted slightly and held my left palm to my forehead. Something is going on, something not normal.

I want to try, but it will never happen! I can't undo the things I have done!

What is going on?! I reached out further and I could feel the witch's regrets and guilt clearly pounding. But...it's like it's being forced on her. Was this happening to Icy and Stormy as well?

I cannot be seen in any other way than what I've done! The witch thought. I closed my eyes tighter and focused my magic even more. I have no idea what is happening, but maybe with my physic link I can at least try to break her out of the spell.

Darcy! I thought, calling out. Come on, you are not who you were!

I felt the grip on the mind spell loosen, but only very slightly

Iorda? How… Darcy thought before the spell took over again. I gasped slightly and fell down onto my knees, still holding my head. As I kept going deeper and deeper into the spell I started to feel how much pain she was in. I could feel the psychic connection weakening, someone was trying to block me out of the witch's mind! I only have a few seconds left…!

Wake up! I know you can break out of the spell! You are-!

Then the connection broke.