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Chapter One-Breakout
It wasn't long after the defeat of Darkar and the collapse of Shadow Haunt that life began to stir back in the underground depths.
The cavern walls crackled with energy as sparks flew around, announcing the arrival of a powerful force. Suddenly, a glowing shape materialized in mid-air, taking the form of a mystical symbol. First, a circle appeared, followed by a sharp "V" shape that curved inwards at the sides. The symbol was jagged, with menacing points at both the top and bottom, radiating a dark aura that filled the cavern.
As the mystical symbol continued to glow, the symbol pulsated with an intense energy, until it became a swirling vortex. The portal's edges shimmered with an otherworldly light, as if beckoning to someone from afar.
Then, out of the portal stepped a young man, his figure illuminated by the ethereal glow, his curly brown hair tousled by the portal's energy. He was tall and lean, with piercing toffee eyes and a confident stance. He wore a form-fitting black shirt and cargo pants accentuated with silver buckles and straps, suggesting that it served a practical purpose beyond mere fashion.
As he emerged from the portal, the young man scanned his surroundings, taking in the dark and foreboding cavern. The once imposing underground castle was barely a shadow of its former glory.
The walls that had stood tall and proud were now collapsed and broken. The moat of boiling lava had dried up, leaving behind only blackened rocks and ash. The rooms and corridors that were once filled with dark energy and guarded by Darkar's minions were now silent and empty. The twisted artwork and dark decorations that adorned the walls were destroyed, leaving only broken pieces scattered on the ground.
The young man kicked his way through the destroyed remains of Darkar's Lair, debris crunching under his heavy boots as he headed to where the former throne room once was. The great chamber was now reduced to a pile of rubble, with Darkar's throne lying broken and discarded.
His companion was already present, sitting on the remnants of the throne.
She was a bubbly blonde, with several strands that had been dyed a vibrant pink. Her most striking feature, however, was her eyes. One was a bright and alluring green, while the other was a soft pink. She was primping in a small hand mirror that she quickly snapped shut when she noticed his arrival.
"Judd!" She grinned excitedly. "Finally. It feels like years since I last saw you."
"We met just a few days ago." Judd replied dryly, stopping a few paces away from her and placing his hands behind his back.
Nyxie pouted her freshly glossed lips. "Come on, didn't you miss me even a little bit."
"Cut the theatrics Nyxie. What did you find?" Judd demanded.
Nyxie rolled her eyes dramatically and let out an exasperated sigh as she rose from her seat. She extended what appeared to be an ordinary phone-like device towards Judd.
"I conducted a thorough scan of the area. The Codex has vanished, securely hidden once more. As far as I can determine, Darkar has also disappeared."
"So, there's nothing left of value for us here," Judd concluded.
"Not at the moment," Nyxie agreed, playfully twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "However, when I arrived, I noticed a crowd of people still lingering, so I began scanning them. You know, just in case they might prove to be useful."
Judd took the phone and began looking through it. It contained pictures of every person Nyxie had scanned along with evaluations of their power levels. Judd scrolled through the information and stopped on a picture of three girls handcuffed together, identified as dark magic users with promising power levels.
"I thought they would be the most useful." Nyxie said. She was looking over Judd's shoulder as he looked through the device. "They're powerful, and they were working with Darkar so getting them over to our side would be easy."
Judd nodded his agreement.
"Buuuuttttt…" Nyxie continued drawing out the word. "I found something better." she finished in a sing-song voice.
"Did you?" Judd asked, unimpressed with Nyxie's antics.
Nyxie wrinkled her nose at his lack of reaction and reached her arm around him to swipe through the device herself purposefully pushing herself closer to him. Judd allowed it for the moment.
"I thought it might be a glitch, so I scanned her three times just to be sure. The result was the same every time."
Nyxie stopped at a picture of a young red headed girl in a sparkling blue outfit that would have classified her as a fairy, something Judd would recognize without the scanner. However, the scan couldn't seem to get a solid read on her. The power readings went from nothing to off the charts, bouncing up and down like an audio visualizer on a stereo.
According to the information on the tablet, the girl used dark magic, light magic, and wasn't capable of using magic all at the same time.
"This one could be a game-changer." Nyxie said, excitement bubbling in her voice.
Judd had to agree. It was rare to find someone with the ability to use both dark and light magic. This could be exactly what the Mistress was looking for.
A wicked grin spread across Judd's normally stoic face. "The Mistress will be pleased. I shall bring this to her directly."
"Wh-wait." Nyxie whined. "Why do you get to bring it? I'm the one that did the foot work. I deserve the praise."
Judd put the device in his bag preparing to leave. "You did as you were instructed, I will make sure the Mistress is informed of that."
"But-" Nyxie began to protest but Judd cut her off.
"Meanwhile you have a new assignment to focus on." Judd gave her a sharp look and tossed a small package her way. "Everything you need is in there, as usual."
Nyxie stuck her lip out like a petulant child, then brightened suddenly. "Fine. Can I at least have a little kiss before I go. As a reward?" She stepped close and fluttered her eyelashes at Judd flirtatiously.
"No." Judd replied, turning away from her.
"You never want to kiss!" Nyxie whined.
Judd didn't turn back or respond. He knew Nyxie well enough to know that she would eventually move on from her disappointment and focus on their next mission. She was an airhead, but a capable one, and devoted to the cause.
He traced a finger through the air, a circle followed by a V motion. The same jagged V symbol from before shimmered into existence, and a portal similar to the one he had come through pulsated to life.
Judd stepped forward and placed his hand directly onto the portal's surface. The swirling vortex responded to his touch, its energy reacting to his command. He closed his eyes and concentrated, channeling his willpower into the portal.
As he waited for the portal to energize, Judd couldn't help but think of what a shame it was that Darkar had decided to use the Codex for himself instead of bringing it to the Mistress as planned. That betrayal had cost the Shadow Phoenix his life, a small loss, but a disappointing one all the same.
Judd's thoughts moved to the red haired girl Nyxie had scanned. Her power levels were indeed impressive, and Judd knew that she could be a valuable asset to their cause. He wondered what her story was, and how she had acquired such strong abilities. He would need to find out more about her, and he made a mental note to do so as soon as possible.
But for now, Judd had other tasks to complete. It was tiring being the one person his mistress could rely on without fail, but Judd wouldn't have it any other way.
As Mirta made her way down the long, winding hallway to her room, the quiet hum of footsteps and whispers echoed around her. The other students seemed to be staring at her, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. It was her second year attending Alfea, they should be used to seeing her around by now.
Mirta finally reached her dorm room and stood outside the door bracing herself for what could be on the other side. Last year her roommates hadn't been the most friendly resulting in Mirta being given a different room assignment for the new year. She hoped this year she could be on friendlier terms with a few of her new roommates at least. With a deep breath she adjusted her luggage and pushed the door open.
Like every Alfea dorm room the common area was decorated in warm and inviting colors, with comfortable sofas and armchairs arranged around a central fireplace. The walls were adorned with tapestries and paintings depicting magical creatures and nature scenes. There were also bookshelves filled with a variety of spell books and other magical texts, as well as a large table where students could gather to study or hang out around. A small kitchenette was also included featuring a sink, a mini fridge and some cabinets for storage.
The dormitory had five other doors besides the entrance, each leading to a different area. One door led to the shared bathroom, which was easily accessible for all students. Another door led to a small outdoor balcony where students could enjoy some fresh air and a view of the surrounding area. The remaining three doors had nameplates indicating the names of the girls to whom the rooms belonged.
Two girls sat on one of the sofas, one was flipping through a magazine while the other was scrolling through her phone. As Mirta approached, they briefly looked up at her bit otherwise didn't bother to acknowledge her presence.
Mirta felt a pang of disappointment and unease as she tried to make a friendly gesture towards them. She gave a hesitant smile and said, "Hi, I'm Mirta. It's nice to meet you both." However, they barely looked up at her and responded with a curt "Hey" before turning back to their activities.
Feeling a bit disheartened, Mirta decided to leave them be and headed towards her assigned room. She checked the name on the door to make sure it was hers and then opened it to step inside. The room was empty except for identical sets of basic furniture: two twin beds, two desks, two chairs, and two dressers.
The room's other occupant hadn't arrived yet so Mirta had first pick of the beds. Mirta walked over and sat down on the edge of one of the beds, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath her fingers.
She drew in a deep breath and centered her thoughts on the reasons that brought her here – she longed to attain the coveted status of a Fairy; after all, she had only recently earned her official Winx transformation at the end of last year. Now, in the coming year, she would hone her fairy magic to perfection, despite the constant interference from her witch magic.
With that in mind, Mirta resolved to make the most of her time at the school and to not let the initial awkwardness discourage her. Feeling a bit more confident, Mirta stood up and began unpacking her belongings, eager to start this new chapter of her life.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a petite girl with a sweet and friendly demeanor walked in, her warm smile lighting up the room. Mirta paused her unpacking and observed the newcomer warily.
The girl's mousy brown hair was styled in a loose braid with faded red highlights at the ends, and her bright yellow dress complemented her warm skin tones. As she looked around the room, her sparkling blue eyes radiated curiosity, taking in every detail of her new surroundings, before finally settling her gaze on Mirta.
"Hi there, I'm Lark, your new roommate!" the girl exclaimed cheerfully. She marched over to Mirta and held out her hand for Mirta to shake.
Mirta's eyes widened in surprise and relief as she shook Lark's hand. "Oh, hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mirta."
"First things first, are you really a witch?" Lark asked.
Mirta hesitated to admit it. However, deep down she knew that denying her true nature as a witch would only bring more trouble in the long run. As much as she tried to distance herself from her witch heritage, she couldn't ignore the fact that it was still a part of her.
"I suppose I am still technically a witch," she admitted reluctantly, "but I am trying to embrace a different path. I've been learning to use light magic instead of dark, and I even have a fairy form now."
Mirta braced herself for the worst, expecting Lark to react negatively to her confession.
Lark let out an excited squeal instead. "That is so freaking cool!" Lark exclaimed, making Mirta's eyes widen in shock. "Just wait till you meet my best friend Xandra. She's also a witch."
Mirta blinked rapidly in surprise. She had never heard of an Alfea fairy admitting to being friends with a witch before. It was a refreshing change from the usual prejudice and discrimination she had faced in the past. "Really?" Mirta asked, her voice laced with skepticism and curiosity.
"Absolutely," Lark said with a grin. "Xandra goes to Beta Academy so we won't get to see her much. But I just know you too will get along great!"
Lark babbled on excitedly, her words flowing effortlessly and her energy infectious. Mirta found herself drawn to the other girl's enthusiasm and warmth, and soon they were chatting like old friends.
Lark spoke animatedly about Xandra, and also talked at length about her large, annoying, but loving family.
As they chatted, the two girls unpacked and Lark proudly showed off several wood carving projects that she had completed, including a delicate figurine of a butterfly and an intricately carved jewelry box.
In turn, Mirta shared tales of her own passion for divination and showed off a set of tarot cards she was currently making. She talked about her time at Cloud Tower, including the time she had spent the better part of a year transformed into a pumpkin by one of Trix.
Talking with Lark came naturally and Mirta felt a warm sense of belonging with Lark, something she had only experienced before with the Winx Fairies.
In the past, Lucy had come close to being a friend, but their relationship had been tainted by Lucy's desperate need for acceptance and power. Mirta had always felt on guard around her, never sure when Lucy would betray her trust. But Lark was different; her welcoming and friendly demeanor made Mirta feel at ease.
Lark was in the middle of telling Mirta about an ill fated beach trip Xandra and her had gone on over break, when a loud musical chime rang out across the school, cutting off any conversation. The chime was quickly followed by Miss Griselda's voice. "Attention all students. Orientation will begin on the quad in ten minutes. All students are required to attend. That is all."
Lark turned to Mirta with a smile. "Shall we?" she asked, offering her arm.
Mirta hesitated, still not quite used to Lark's friendliness, but took Lark's arm and walked with her towards the quad. Lark's popularity among the other fairy students was evident as she greeted everyone they passed. Mirta attempted to smile and greet them as well, but most of the students ignored her, leaving her feeling like an outsider.
After a particularly harsh snub from a girl who had been friendly towards her last year, but was now acting differently Mirta turned to Lark. "Thank you for being so kind to me." she said quietly,
Lark raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Mirta shrugged. "Well, you know, some Fairies don't like Witches. Former or otherwise."
Lark's face hardened. "Then they're just being ignorant," she replied sharply. "No one should be judged based on their magic. It's short-sighted and unfair."
Mirta was relieved by Lark's response, but knew her attitude wasn't common. "I know, but not everyone here thinks like you do." she said.
Lark's expression softened. "Well, if anyone gives you trouble, just let me know. I'll take care of them." she said, shaking her fist playfully. Mirta couldn't help but laugh at the thought of petite Lark trying to intimidate anyone.
As Mirta walked alongside Lark she felt a glimmer of hope for the year ahead. With this new found friendship she could feel the beginning of a different and more pleasant school year, one where she could finally be herself without fear of judgment.
Bloom let out a deep sigh of frustration as she lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She had been looking forward to catching up with Sky during the school break, but he had been stuck on his home planet unable to leave due to his "royal duties".
It wouldn't have been so bad if they could have at least talked more, but the interdimensional interference had made it difficult to communicate with him. Every time they tried to connect, their messages would get scrambled or delayed, making it impossible to have a proper conversation.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Flora asked from across the room, as she tended to her plants.
Bloom sat up and hugged her pillow to her chest. "It's Sky," she said, her voice low. "We hardly got to talk during the break, and now there's all this tabloid about him and Princess Diaspro."
Flora nodded sympathetically. She knew how hard it was to be apart from someone you cared about, especially when you couldn't even talk to them properly. Her own boyfriend Helia had gone away on some magical rejuvenation retreat with his Grandfather Saladin and they had only been able to communicate through letters. She had missed Helia terribly while she was away, and couldn't wait to be reunited with him this evening.
Setting down her watering can, Flora crossed the room and sat on Bloom's bed, offering a reassuring pat on her leg.
"It wouldn't be so bad if Diaspro wasn't hanging around so much." Bloom muttered, her frustration mounting.
"Why is Diaspro there?" Flora asked, confused. "I thought Sky dissolved the betrothal a long time ago."
"He did," Bloom sighed, frustration clear in her voice as she tossed her pillow aside. "At least he told his parents he wanted to. But it's like it's the thousand-year anniversary of Eraklyon or something, and Diaspro's family is incredibly influential on Eralyon. They're heavily involved in planning the celebration, and that means Sky is practically glued to her side most of the time."
"You know, if Sky had a choice, he wouldn't be spending any time with her at all," Flora reassured her. "I'm sure he's counting down the seconds until he gets to see you."
"Maybe," Bloom conceded, though her doubt still lingered in her tone.
Just then the door to the room burst open and their friend, the ever bright and perky Stella stood there with her hands on her hips.
"Hello, hello, my darlings," Stella's voice echoed across the room, filled with excitement. "Stella is here, and it's time for the party to begin!"
"Stella!" Flora and Bloom yelled in unison as they jumped up rushing to greet their friend with an enthusiastic hug.
Tecna, who had arrived at the same time as Stella, cleared her throat to grab their attention. "I'm here as well," she interjected, "But feel free to leave out the unnecessary touching."
The three other girls shared a knowing look and exchanged a smile.
Without warning, they pounced on Tecna, wrapping their arms around her in a tight embrace. Caught off guard, Tecna stumbled backwards, causing the group to lose their balance and tumble out of the room and into the common area.
Limbs tangled together haphazardly as they fell, but the girls didn't seem to mind. They laughed as they landed in a heap on the floor, their joyous voices filling the room.
"Come on, Tecna," Flora said, her eyes twinkling. "You know you love it."
Tecna's expression softened as she gave in to her friends' warm embrace. "Okay, okay, you got me." she admitted, returning their hugs.
Musa entered the common area of their dorm and grinned at the sight of her friends in a pile on the floor giggling away. She had missed them more than she had realized, and being back with them now felt like coming home. She quickly took off her headphones and sat down near her friends, eager to catch up on everything she had missed.
"Hey guys. What's going on?"
"Musa!" All her friends exclaimed before dragging her into the fray with them. Musa pretended to protest, but she couldn't stop the laughter that escaped her lips as they piled on top of her.
"Okay, okay, you win! But can we please get up now? I can't breathe!"
The girls got off the floor, still buzzing with excitement from their reunion. As they settled into the couches and chairs, they continued to chat and catch up with each other.
"Oh my gosh. Your hair!" Stella gushed, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch Musa's flowing locks.
Musa's hair had been short when she left for the break, but now her silky black locks cascaded down her back, almost reaching her waist. She smiled at Stella's reaction, feeling a sense of satisfaction that her change had been noticed.
"Yeah, I kind of felt like it was time for a change," Musa said, running her own hand through one of her double ponytails.
"It looks really good on you." Bloom said, beaming at Musa.
"Hey what about Layla?" Flora asked. "Shouldn't she be here by now?"
Musa shook her head. "I managed to talk to Layla a few days ago. She's having issues getting her parents to agree to let her come back. Especially after what happened last year. You know how strict they are."
The Winx knew all about Layla's parents and how displeased they were when they found out their daughter had been directly involved with the Darkar incident. They had practically dragged Layla from the school the moment they learned what had happened. Poor Layla had spent most of the break grounded and all communication was limited.
"She is the crown princess after all. You can't blame them for being concerned." Tecna pointed out.
Stella, not one to hold back, sniffed and retorted, "I'm a crown princess, and you don't see my parents yanking me out of school." she paused then added bitterly. "Of course they would have to stop screaming at each other long enough to even register that I was in any trouble."
Bloom reached out and gave Stella's hand a gentle squeeze, offering her support. King Radius and Queen Luna's very public divorce had made things difficult for Stella, to say the least. She had spent most of the school break trying to split her time evenly between her warring parents. The few times her parents had managed to be in the same room had ended up with them fighting leaving Stella feeling helpless and drained.
Flora spoke up, trying to lighten the mood. "We'll just have to make sure we keep Layla updated and let her know we're thinking of her."
The group agreed, and they continued their catch-up session, swapping stories and sharing laughter.
Stella had just started modeling some designs she had been working on when a loud musical chime interrupted the conversation and the girls fell silent as Miss Griselda's Voice rang out.
"Attention all students. Orientation will begin on the quad in ten minutes. All students are required to attend. That is all."
A second chime faded away, leaving behind a hushed silence among the girls. They all shared a longing glance, wishing they could stay together a bit longer before returning to the bustle of school life.
"Do we have to go?" Stella groaned. She snapped her fingers and her outfit changed from the evening gown she had been showing off back to a more casual dress.
"Come on, orientation isn't so bad." Flora replied.
"Besides, we have to make a good impression on the new students." Tecna said.
Musa nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we were all new once. Remember how intimidating it was?"
"And thanks to earning our Charmix we're some of the most powerful fairies in the school. We have a responsibility to welcome and guide the new students." Bloom added.
Stella rolled her eyes, "Fine, fine. Let's go be welcoming and powerful fairies then."
The Fortress of Light proudly stands atop a rugged mountain, a grand monument crafted from glistening white stone. It commands the surrounding landscape, its imposing presence cloaked in a thick, eerie mist. Its towering walls extend far into the distance, forming an unyielding barrier that dissuades any potential attackers. These formidable walls are decorated with turrets and battlements, providing an elevated viewpoint from which the revered Knight-Monks of the Fortress of Light diligently monitor the surrounding lands. These courageous protectors bear the solemn duty of safeguarding the fortress at any cost, their martial skill matched only by their unwavering dedication.
This fortress serves as the central hub of authority for the esteemed Council of Wizards, a gathering of ancient sorcerers, each an unmatched master in their mystical craft. They bear the weighty responsibility of overseeing the governance of all realms within the expansive Magic Dimension. Operating as a vast judicial body, they deliberate on the fates of those who jeopardize the safety and stability of the Magic Dimension.
Deep within the recesses of the fortress lies a network of cells that house the most dangerous and menacing villains of the Magic Dimension, each incarcerated while awaiting their day of judgment.
This marked the second time the Trix had found themselves confined within these cells. The first instance occurred almost two years prior when they had unleashed the Army of Decay, nearly conquering the entirety of Magix.
Due to their youth, they had been granted leniency for their initial transgression, receiving a sentence to life at the Lightrock Monastery with hopes of reforming their wicked ways. The trio would still be there if Darkar hadn't come to their rescue. Their collaboration with him had only led to failure and now they were back in the cells awaiting punishment.
The Trix had been imprisoned within the Fortress of Light for several weeks now. Their cells were arranged in a row along a narrow corridor. Instead of conventional iron bars, an invisible barrier sealed the entrance to each cell, effectively nullifying the magic of anything or anyone attempting to pass through it. These cells were incredibly cramped, offering barely enough space for the sisters to move around, let alone accommodate for the meager furnishing allowed in the cells. The walls were constructed from rough, white stone, adorned with glowing runes that cast eerie shadows across the floor. Despite the enchantments in place to maintain airflow, the atmosphere inside the cells remained stale and oppressive.
Even though the three witches could see and hear each other clearly, it provided little aid in planning an escape. Despite their confinement, the Trix remained defiant, refusing to show any sign of weakness or regret. They knew that The Council was watching their every move, but the sisters were determined to show that they were not easily broken, and that their thirst for power and revenge still burned bright within them. The sisters had tried every trick in the book to try and escape, but the magic nullifying their powers was too strong. They had no choice but to wait for the Council's decision.
Icy paced back and forth across her dimly lit cell, her long, silvery-white hair trailing behind her like a ghostly apparition. She could feel the frustration building inside her, like a pressure cooker about to explode. The monotony of confinement was slowly chipping away at her icy composure.
"How much longer are we going to be stuck in this damn place?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with equal parts anger and desperation. Her hand clenched into a fist, and she slammed it against the unforgiving stone wall with a resounding thud.
Darcy, the most introspective of the three sisters, was sitting cross-legged on her bed, engrossed in a dusty old book on meditation techniques. She looked up, her dark eyes meeting Icy's with an air of calm detachment. "At least it's better than being stuck at that stupid Monastery again," she said.
Stormy anxiously fussed with her hair, twisting and turning the strands around her fingers. "Do you think they'll send us back there?" she asked, her brows furrowing with worry as she gazed at her companions, seeking reassurance.
Darcy shuddered at the thought, vividly recalling the suffocating tranquility of the last place they'd been incarcerated. "I hope not. That easy listening music they play there is enough to drive anyone insane."
Icy chewed on her thumbnail, a nervous habit she could never quite quit, and shook her head. They had only been sent to the Monastery because some old geezers on the council believed in reformation. All first time offenders were sent there. But this was the second time the Trix had been arrested for trying to take over the Magic Dimension.
Twice they had attempted to seize control of the magical dimension, and twice they had failed. The three sisters were now perceived as too great a menace to be left unrestrained.
"No, I think they have something much bigger in store for us this time." Icy deduced.
Stormy looked at her sisters with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Bigger? What do you mean?"
Icy paused in her pacing, her mind racing with unsettling possibilities. "I mean, they've had enough of us. The council won't stop until they've neutralized the Trix for good. We're too powerful, too unpredictable."
Darcy closed her book and fully joined the conversation. "So, what's our move then? We can't just sit here and wait for them to decide our fate."
Icy's eyes gleamed with a dangerous resolve. "We'll bide our time, plan our escape, and when the opportunity arises, we'll strike back with everything we've got. No one can keep the Trix locked up for long."
"We've BEEN biding our time, and so far that hasn't really worked out for us." Darcy pointed out, rolling her eyes in frustration.
Icy retorted sharply, "Well then, what's your brilliant idea?"
"If only Darkar were still around. I bet he could get us out of here." Stormy sighed.
Icy's lip curled with disdain. "Even if he somehow survived I wouldn't let that backstabbing jerk help wipe my ass." she sneered, her bitterness toward Darkar still festering. His betrayal stung deeply, particularly because he had chosen Bloom over her, despite all she had done for him.
"Well alright, someone like Darkar then." Stormy huffed.
Darcy blinked in disbelief at Stormy's suggestion. "Do you genuinely believe there is a second person out there that is just going to swoop in, break us out of prison, and then invite us to join their dark crusade?"
Stormy mumbled half-heartedly, "Well, it's not entirely impossible."
Suddenly a deafening explosion ruptured the air, its thunderous roar echoing within the prison's confines, sending shockwaves rippling through the entire structure. The sheer force of the blast was enough to lift multiple guards from their feet, propelling them through the air like ragdolls. The acrid stench of smoke and searing metal immediately pervaded the atmosphere, while shards of debris cascaded from the ceiling, littering the floor in chaotic disarray.
Within their cells, the prisoners were violently jolted, struggling to maintain their balance as they stumbled to the unforgiving ground. Among the disarray, the few guards who had managed to avoid the blast frantically scrambled to their feet, brandishing their weapons and issuing frantic commands to one another as they charged toward the unknown assailant.
The Trix sisters picked themselves up, calling out to each other to make sure none of them were hurt.
"Is everyone okay?" Darcy asked, her eyes quickly scanning her sisters for any signs of injury.
Stormy, still feeling the pain in her backside, rubbed the sore spot on her hip. "What the hell was that!"
"I don't know any more than you do, Stormy." Icy replied with a hint of irritation in her voice. "But whatever it is, it might be our ticket out of here."
Curiosity brought them to press against the barrier keeping them locked in their cell, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside.
Three remaining guards were fighting against a lone masked figure dressed in a hooded black robe. The figure's face was completely covered by a white mask with a jagged V surrounded by a circle painted on the forehead, a splash of red across it. The corridor was filled with the clashing of weapons, shouts of command, and the rhythmic dance of combat. The masked figure moved with an otherworldly grace, their every step calculated and precise.
Darcy watched the intruder fight the guards with a mix of awe and intrigue. "Whoever that is, they're not just a random intruder. They're skilled."
Icy had to agree as she watched the masked figure with a calculating gaze. There was no telling who this person was or what they were after, but it could be just the lucky break the Trix needed to escape this Dragon forsaken place.
The fight raged on, the air filled with the clash of weapons and desperate shouts of the guards. It was evident that the masked figure was the one gaining the upper hand, their every movement calculated and precise. The Trix sisters watched in awe as the cloaked intruder dispatched one guard after another with ease. Their swift strikes were like poetry in motion, each blow of the large knife they wielded devastating and deadly.
Despite the guards' valiant efforts, they were quickly overwhelmed. Within moments, all three were lying defeated on the ground, their weapons discarded. The masked figure stood tall over them, their black robe billowing ominously, and their weapon dripped red.
With the guards incapacitated, the cloaked intruder turned their attention to the Trix sisters' cell. They moved gracefully down the corridor, their footsteps echoing ominously against the stone walls. Stopping in front of Icy, the cloaked figure looked her up and down, then turned their gaze to the other two witches, as if sizing them up.
"You three," the cloaked figure spoke, revealing a voice that was low and gravelly, "You're the Trix, correct?"
Icy couldn't help but grin, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she replied, "The one and only." Her icy blue eyes locked onto the masked figure's hidden gaze, a silent challenge in her stare.
Darcy and Stormy exchanged wary glances, their curiosity mixed with caution as they waited for the masked figure's next move. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and the sisters could sense that this encounter held the potential to change the course of their destiny once more.
The masked figure wiped their weapon across their robe and then carefully sheathed the knife. It seemed like an attempt to make them appear less threatening to the three witches, though the air still held an aura of tension. "I've been sent to free you."
"Is that so?" Icy narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Just who sent you and why would they want to help us."
"My mistress is interested in what you can offer to her cause." The cloaked intruder explained.
Darcy couldn't help but whisper, awe-struck, "What are the odds?"
"Told you it was possible." Stormy said triumphantly.
Icy's instincts churned, her intuition screaming. She had always been cautious of trusting others, and she was already well aware of the potential danger the person in front of her posed. "Why should we help you or your Mistress?" she demanded.
"There will be time to explain more later," the stranger said with an air of urgency. They leaned in close to the barrier of Icy's cell, revealing toffee-colored eyes just barely visible behind their mask, and continued, "You three are powerful witches and your skills would be invaluable to my Mistress. Join us, and together we can topple the very foundations of the magical world. Or stay in these cells and rot. The choice is yours."
The figure's penetrating gaze locked onto Icy's with an intensity that conveyed the weight of the moment. A palpable sense of gravity filled the air, and though unspoken, an irresistible offer hung between them, too tempting for Icy to resist.
"We're in," Icy declared firmly, voicing her decision on behalf of her sisters.
The figure nodded in approval. "Good. We need to move quickly. There are more guards on the way."
The cloaked figure produced a small vial of black liquid and poured it onto the magical barrier. Several previously invisible runes etched into the barrier glowed a bright, ominous red as the substance touched them. Then, there was a loud popping sound as each rune began to shatter, leaving behind a gaping hole. The figure repeated the process for each of the sisters' cells.
With the barrier no longer stopping them, the Trix stepped out of their cells, their faces twisted into wicked grins as they met each other's eyes. The promise of power and revenge hung in the air, and they were now one step closer to seizing it.
The cloaked figure gestured for the Trix sisters to follow him, and they fell in step behind, stepping over the fallen bodies of the guards who had once kept them imprisoned. As they made their way down the corridor, the air grew heavier with tension, and the distant alarm bells ringing in the fortress only added to their sense of urgency. Time was running out, and they needed to escape quickly.
At the end of the dimly lit hallway, the hooded man guided the Trix sisters to another cloaked figure, who bore an identical mask. A gaping hole in the stone wall revealed a swirling portal just beyond, its ethereal glow casting an eerie light across the scene.
This second figure had proven their prowess in a different manner from their companion, employing a potent magic that had left several guards incapacitated in a most grotesque fashion. Parts of the guards' bodies were contorted and trapped in an eerie, magical suspension, caught halfway between the floors and the walls. The guards moaned in agony, their lives still clinging to them despite the gruesome predicament.
The two cloaked intruders exchanged a wordless nod, a silent confirmation of their successful mission. Without casting another glance back or waiting to see if the Trix would follow, the hooded figures leaped through the hole and vanished into the swirling portal, their forms dissipating into nothingness.
The Trix sisters stood on the precipice of a decision, hesitating as their eyes darted between the portal and each other.
"Should we really risk it?" Darcy voiced her lingering doubts.
Icy's determination was unwavering as she responded, "Anything is better than staying here, waiting for someone else to decide our fate."
Stormy, feeling the weight of the moment, took both of her sisters' hands. With one final look exchanged between them, they summoned their collective courage and leaped together into the swirling portal, leaving behind the Fortress of Light and venturing into the unknown, toward whatever awaited them beyond the portal's shimmering threshold.
Going through a portal was an unsettling experience. It felt as though their bodies were being stretched and pulled in a thousand different directions simultaneously, a sensation that left them disoriented and queasy.
The Trix were unceremoniously expelled from the portal, their bodies tumbling through the air before crashing onto the ground with a resounding thud. They struggled to regain their balance and composure, attempting to shake off the disorienting effects of the portal's transition.
Struggling to regain their composure, the Trix sisters surveyed their surroundings in the wake of the portal's mysterious relocation. The new hallway presented a jarring contrast to the sterile environment of the Fortress of Light they had departed. Here, the walls and floor bore the marks of dark, rough-hewn stone, their ancient and coarse textures were rough beneath their fingertips. The air hung heavy with a musty scent, and an icy chill gradually penetrated their very bones. In the distance, the faint yet haunting howl of high winds added an eerie dimension to their unsettling new surroundings.
"See, I knew they would come." A perky voice said, getting their attention.
The two cloaked figures who had orchestrated their escape from prison now stood before them, having removed their masks to reveal their faces.
The first figure was a strikingly handsome man with a wild mop of curly hair, exuding an air of charisma and a hint of danger. His strong features and confident posture gave him an aura of authority.
Beside him, the second figure was a girl with one eye green and the other pink, her blonde hair streaked with shades of pink that complemented her unique appearance. Her eyes held a playful and whimsical quality, but there was an underlying sense of cunning in her gaze.
"Welcome to our little fortress away from home," the girl introduced herself with a warm, albeit mischievous smile. "I'm Nyxie," she gestured to herself, "and this is Judd," she indicated the handsome man standing beside her.
Well hello, there. " Stormy cooed with a playful smile, her eyes batting flirtatiously at Judd. He responded with a barely concealed eye roll, his patience clearly tested, while his pink-clad companion, Nyxie, shot Stormy a jealous glare that conveyed a message of 'cut it out.'
"Get up," Judd commanded in a firm tone that left no room for argument. "The Mistress awaits."
The Trix reluctantly got to their feet rubbing their bare arms to ward off the chill that hung in the air.
"Who is this 'Mistress' you keep mentioning?" Icy asked, her voice holding a note of curiosity.
"Yeah, can't you at least give us a hint about what we're getting ourselves into?" Darcy added.
Nyxie giggled, the sound strangely out of place in this ominous environment. "You'll find out soon enough. But trust us, you're going to love her. Everyone does."
Darcy's eyes narrowed, her skepticism showing. "And if we don't love her?"
Judd's response was curt and left no room for further questioning. "Too late for that now."
Nyxie and Judd guided the Trix down the winding hallway. The stone walls of the corridor were adorned with ancient tapestries, their colors faded with time, and dimly lit sconces cast flickering shadows, creating an eerie and atmospheric ambience. The scent of age and cold enveloped them, making the witches shiver involuntarily. Icy normally possessed a natural resistance to the cold, but she had been without her magic for so long that she was as vulnerable to its chill as her sisters. Until she managed to recharge her mana she was as helpless as the next person in the face of the frigid cold.
With each step, the sound of their footsteps echoed through the corridor, creating a haunting symphony of echoes that reverberated around them. A sense of anticipation and unease grew as they followed their guides further into this unknown world.
As they walked, Stormy couldn't resist a teasing remark. "So, what's with the Mistress? Is she some kind of magical queen or just a really demanding boss?"
Nyxie glanced back at Stormy with an amused smile. "Oh, she's more than just a boss. She's a force of nature, the likes of which you've never seen. You'll understand when you meet her."
Icy probed further. "You speak of this 'Mistress' like she's the greatest thing since sliced bread. What does she want with us, anyway?"
Nyxie glanced at Judd, her expression briefly unreadable before she responded, "Our Mistress sees potential in you three. Your unique skills and ambitions align with her goals. It's as simple as that."
Judd let out a weary sigh, his tone tinged with resignation. "All will be revealed in due time. The Mistress prefers to explain things herself."
At the end of the corridor, the Trix and their guides reached a pair of large, ornate doors that stood slightly ajar, no longer properly attached to their hinges. Judd carefully pulled one of the doors, which let out a loud creaking sound that echoed down the hall like a gunshot, announcing their arrival.
The doors led into what had once been a grand throne room, but now lay in ruin. Cobwebs covered the walls, the ceiling was dilapidated, and debris littered the floor. The once-grand windows that had bathed the space in light were boarded up, allowing only thin slivers of illumination to pierce through the cracks.
Inside the chamber, the air was heavy with the scent of incense intermingled with decay. Sconces lined the walls, bearing torches that cast an eerie greenish glow across the room. In the center of the space, there stood a large stone altar, surrounded by strange symbols etched into the stone floor, glowing ominously with a green light. Candles were placed around the edges of the altar, their flames flickering and casting dancing shadows across the room. On the altar itself lay the lifeless figure of a golem, waiting to be used in whatever ritual it had been prepared for.
As the Trix's eyes adjusted to the gloom, they landed on a woman seated at the far end of the chamber. She perched upon what had once been a throne, her regal figure draped in a long lab coat. A mask with six empty eye holes obscured her face, with a jagged green 'V' stretching across the gaping voids. Acid green and black dreadlocks snaked around the edges of the mask, framing it in a macabre halo.
At the woman's feet sat a young girl, her head resting in the woman's lap. The girl's short, tousled black hair appeared neglected, as if it hadn't been combed in days. Dark circles were etched deep beneath gray eyes, which blinked wearily but never seemed to focus on anyone in the room.
The masked woman stroked the girl's hair with an almost loving tenderness, her actions contrasting starkly with the eerie atmosphere of the chamber.
Judd and Nyxie kneeled before the woman and bowed their heads in deference. "Mistress," they intoned in unison, their voices carrying a profound respect.
"You returned to me quickly," the Mistress purred, her words echoing through the chamber with an otherworldly resonance that sent shivers down the Trix's spines. Her voice seemed to possess a hypnotic quality, filling the chamber with an eerie atmosphere as her words hung in the air like a haunting melody. "And you were, of course, successful."
Stormy squeezed Darcy's hand anxiously, her eyes darting around the room, searching for any signs of escape. Icy, with a protective instinct, positioned herself ever so slightly between the Mistress and her sisters.
"Welcome, Icy, Darcy, and Stormy," the Mistress now addressed the Trix, her tone unsettlingly inviting. "Why don't you come closer." she beckoned.
With a mixture of curiosity, fear, and intrigue, the Trix cautiously moved closer. As they approached the masked woman, the air around them grew even heavier, and a sense of foreboding settled upon them. It felt as though they were standing in the very presence of death itself, and the slightest wrong move could lead to their demise.
Icy shifted uncomfortably, her gaze fixed on the mysterious woman before her, though she couldn't see her eyes behind the mask. "What do you want with us?" she demanded, her voice quivering slightly in spite of her effort to maintain composure.
The Mistress's laughter sent chills down their spines, a sound that reverberated ominously around the chamber, mingling with the faint flickering of the torches. Her presence seemed to loom larger with each passing moment. "I would watch that tone of yours when you address me, Icy," she warned, her voice dripping with an unsettling mixture of power and menace. "I am the one who can offer you power beyond your wildest dreams, but only if you are brave enough to accept it."
The Trix curiosity was piqued despite their unease.
"What kind of power?" Darcy asked, her voice tinged with both skepticism and a hint of longing.
"All kinds," the Mistress replied cryptically. "But first, you must prove yourselves worthy."
The Trix exchanged glances once more, their uncertainty growing. They had always been drawn to power, but they had never encountered someone with such an intimidating and dark aura before.
Stormy was now squeezing Darcy's hand so tight it was almost cutting off the circulation. "How do we prove ourselves?" she asked.
"It's very simple, ladies," the Mistress replied matter-of-factly. "You will do as I say, and you will do it without question."
Icy frowned, her defiance still flickering within her despite the ominous aura that surrounded them. "And if we refuse?" she dared to ask.
The Mistress's voice turned hard and cruel as she replied, "If you try to resist, well...let's just say that there really is no refusing me."
The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, and the Trix knew, with a sinking feeling, that they had no choice but to comply with whatever dark path they were being led down, whether they liked it or not.