Author's Note: How about Truth or Dare for the next-next chapter? Hehehe...


Alright, time for round three!

I adjusted my name time, puffed out my chest, and marched into my new place of employment, holding myself like Donald Trump. This time, I wasn't going to let Kim Kardashian (who probably didn't exist in this universe) wannabes get under my skin.

I wandered into the department store, which looked like a unicorn vomited all over it. All the clothes were glittery, bright, and colorful and the cheesiest, girliest songs ever were blasting out of the unseen speakers. Knowing I was leaving my sanity at the door, I went over to the front desk.

The lady operating it took one glance at me and frowned. "You must be the new employee," she said disapprovingly.

"That's me!" I exclaimed optimistically, already fighting the urge to strangle her. It didn't take a genius to know she was going to give me shit.

The woman adjusted her glasses and glanced at my nametag. "From the looks of you, I can already tell you're another one of those good-for-nothings, but I unfortunately am not responsible for hiring new employees."

Oh! She wasn't the boss? That changed things. Hehehe….

The lady furrowed her brows. "Your job is to assist the shoppers; persuade them to buy our merchandise and answer any of their questions."

Oh, so I was a personal shopper now? How demeaning. Now if I had the same occupation in Los Angeles and got to work for the Kardashians (I knew I said I didn't like them, but hey! That's good money), that'd be a whole different story.

"And for your first assignment of the day…" The lady (whom I was officially naming 'Troll') glanced past me at something. "Is to assist one of our regular customers." She smiled tauntingly and pointed at the thing she was looking.

I looked over my shoulder to see a blond entering the store. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I recognized her. Stella! Her fashion statement screamed season one with her short tied green tank, orange skirt, and green wedges. "I'll get to work right away!" I assured Troll with real optimism.

Doing my best to control myself, I strolled over to Stella, who had already started going through the clothes racks. "Hello, there! I'm Acadia and I'll be your…eh…personal shopper for the day." Alright, it was still demeaning to call myself that even if I was offering my services to a princess.

Stella looked me up and down. "You're new," she frowned, "where's Madeline?"

She probably got fired. "Madeline's not in today," I responded patiently, "but I'm to take her place."

"Hmph. Just great. First a heel on one of my favorite pairs of shoes broke, and then my personal shopper gets replaced with some stranger," complained Stella, starting for the jeans section. "Can this day get any worse?"

Oh, right. How could I forget? Stella in the first seasons was the definition of a bitch. That was just grand for me.

Remembering it was my job to accompany Stella, I hurried after her. "Well, I guess you'll have to do," Stella was saying like I had been following and listening to her the whole time, "you might have no taste in fashion whatsoever, but I'll need someone to carry my stuff."

Wait. What? That wasn't in the job description.

Something told me Troll wasn't going to be the only one putting me through shit…


"Can you believe it? She had the nerve to criticize my outfit!" went on Stella in disgust, holding a shirt up to her body in front of the mirror. "Like, who did she think she was?" She tossed the shirt onto the pile—no, mountain of clothes I was holding.

I'd got tired of her talking real quick. All Stella did was complain, rant, and enthuse about shopping; she deserved the title "spoiled princess" big time. Now I knew why Troll assigned me to her. I was seriously regretting ever unexplainably teleporting into this universe.

Why didn't I get poofed into One Piece so I could stare at Zoro's abs? LIFE WAS SO UNFAIR!

"Hey, are you listening to me?" asked Stella suddenly, turning around to look at me for once.

What do you think? "Huh? Oh…yeah. I was just…wondering what skirt would look best with that top," I lied. Though I hated dealing with her, I knew Stella's attitude would get better in the future. So I was dealing with it…for now.

"At least someone's doing something right." Stella flipped her blond hair over her shoulder. "It's almost time for school to start back at Alfea and I'm gonna need at least fifty new outfits for the school term."

"Why so many?" I asked with newfound interest.

"Well, there are school dances, get togethers with the Specialists from Red Fountain, parties, and all sorts of social gatherings like that. And as a princess, I have to look stunning as the sun for everything." She gave me a little twirl.

From the information Stella was giving me, it sounded like she was going to school to party, not to learn. That would change this school term. "Sounds festive." I winked. "What kind of things do you study at Alfea? I heard it's the most topnotch magic school in Magix."

"Oh you know. Typical stuff like convergence magic, math, potionology. Boring things like that." Stella pulled an orange dress off a clothes rack and disappeared into a dressing room, obvious expecting me to wait on her every call and beckon.

Boring? Oh how out of it this girl was. While she was taking important things like that lightly, the witches at Cloud Tower and beyond were learning advanced magics that would really come in handy later on in their lives.

And here I was with magic, but didn't know how to use it. I would be more than grateful to be attending Alfea to learn more about my powers of the air and wind. But alas, I didn't say that. In time, Stella would learn how to be more appreciative. Hopefully.

"How does this one look?" asked Stella, emerging from the dressing room with the orange dress on. The tight-fitting dress had taken the shape of her body, making her curves look even curvier.

"Stunning as the sun." And I meant it.

And for the first time, Stella smiled at me modestly. Seeing her smile made me feel bubbly inside. Bright. "With a few accessories and the right pair of shoes, I'll look even more dazzling," said the blond, going back into the fitting room. "Could you hand me that little green dress?"

I set the pile—mountain of clothes on the bench and began rummaging through it. "Uh…which one?" The pile—mountain was full of greens.

"Hmm. That's a good question. You know what? Give me all of them. I'm in a good mood today and trying on clothes is the only thing that can make it even better."

Yep. I was going to be here for a while.


I slurped my smoothie loudly, disregarding the looks of disgust Troll was giving me. "Well, it's almost time for the store to close," she smirked, looking down at her wrist watch. She smiled grimly. "And we all know what that means."

I raised an eyebrow and slurped louder. "What does it mean?" I asked, knowing my ignorance was going to ruffle Troll's feathers.

Zeke, the other handsome employee, laughed. "You don't know? Well, I guess you wouldn't since this is only your first day. I'm surprised Veraminta didn't tell you about it," he said, glancing at Troll. The three of us were at the front desk, getting ready to close the store.

I choked on my smoothie. Veraminta? What. The. FUCK? What kind of stupidass name was that? Her mother was OBVIOUSLY high when she was giving birth. "What are you talking about?" I asked, wheezing and laughing at the same time.

Troll glared and growled at me as if knowing the cause of my laughter. "It means I'm going to get a raise," she smirked, holding her chin high.

"Say what?"

"See, the boss likes to get us in the competitive spirit," began Zeke, flipping his brown masses out of his face. "So he established a competition among us employees. Whoever sells the most merchandise at the end of every week becomes qualified for a prize. The results are tallied at the end of the week, and whoever sold the most merchandise wins a price. And this week, the boss decided to be generous; whoever wins this week earns a raise."

I knit my eyebrows. Of course Troll wouldn't tell me anything about this. And out of all of us, I needed that raise the most.

"And since the store's about to close, we can go ahead and see the results." Troll kept her smirk. She swiped a pair of keys off the desk by the cash register. "Now, just let me lock up-"

"Wait!" Stella suddenly barged out of the jungle of clothes racks, nearly throwing herself over the front counter. "I still have to check out." She snapped her fingers and piles and piles of levitating clothes floated over to the counter. "Here's my stuff." She snapped her fingers again and the heaps of clothes landed on the counter. "Sorry it took so long," said Stella, observing her nails as Zeke went through the ordeal of ringing up all her stuff. "I totally got distracted by the shoes."

I kept slurping my smoothie, rolling my eyes at the princess's obsession for fashion. I'd spent the whole day chasing her around and carrying her stuff. It was someone else's turn to endure her.

"Uh-huh. I hope you found everything you needed." The sarcasm in Zeke's voice was undeniably obvious. But alas, the thick-skulled Stella didn't see or hear it.

"Eh, not everything. I totally suggest you guys expand your jewelry boutique; I think diamond and crystal earrings would make a nice edition." Stella flipped her shiny hair over her shoulder and took her credit card out of her extremely expensive-looking purse.

"Uh-huh." Zeke rang up another dress and stared hopelessly at the massive piles of stuff he had yet to ring up.

Troll, who was probably annoyed because Stella was using the valuable time she could've been using to gloat about her victory, rolled her eyes. "Oh please. Quit doing it the old-fashioned way." She snatched the barcode reader and pointed it at the heap of merchandise Stella was trying to buy. A green light beam scanned all the piles—mountains and uploaded the prices of everything into the cash register.

Damn. Talk about high-tech. I inched over to Zeke and got a glimpse of the screen. I started choking for real the second I saw how much Stella's total was.

"I mean, every girl likes diamonds," went on Stella, effortlessly handing her credit card over to Zeke.

"Mhm-mmm." Zeke swiped it once and the printer began to print Stella's receipt. Troll and I just stared as the growing strip of paper stretched on and over the counter, expanding all the way across the shiny floor towards the escalators that lead down to the first floor. While Stella kept babbling about diamonds, the three of us employees speechlessly watched the receipt as it grew to reach the back of the store.

After a while, the printer made a weird sound and Stella's receipt stopped growing. "Ma'am, the printer seems to have run out of ink," reported Zeke, holding back a laugh. "Can I have your email address so I can send you the rest of the receipt?"

While Stella gave him her information, I leaped over the counter and jogged across the department store, running along the receipt. The damn thing reached all the way to the bathrooms in the back. Because it had ran out of ground to cover, it was layered on top of layers towards the end.

"Damn," I muttered, stooping down and taking as much of it as I could into my arms.

Careful not to entangle myself in it, I carried the receipt all the way back to the front counter, the rest of it trailing behind me. "Here you go!" I announced, dropping the armful of receipt onto the counter.

"I have to go now; my father, King Radius, is hosting a dinner tonight and as the princess of Solaria, I have to be there." Zapping her mountains of merchandise and receipt with a yellow bolt, she started out of the store with her stuff levitating behind her. "Oh and by the way, thanks for helping me Acadia. I'll be back tomorrow and you can help me shop for the perfect jewelry."

"I'll be looking forward to it," I called to her sarcastically. I turned around to see Zeke wearing a smile and Troll turning bright red. "What the fudge's wrong with you guys?" I asked, retaking my smoothie and plopping up on the counter.

"You were Stella's assistant today?" asked Zeke, looking sorry for me for a second.

"Yeah. Consider your fucking lucky because-"

"I guess that settles it," announced Zeke, "there's really no reason to determine who the winner is when it's obvious you won."

"Huh?" I started choking again.

"Stella spent more money all in one day then what the store usually makes in two or three months," replied Zeke, "and since you helped her make that happen-"

"I GET A RAISE!" I practically yelled. I shot Troll a take-that-motherfucker look.

"That's impressive, considering this is only your first day of work." Zeke patted me on the back.

Yay! At this rate, I would probably have enough for Alfea in no time! Maybe things were looking up after all…


With aching feet and my heavy bag slung over my shoulder, I trudged down the city sidewalk. Man, fuck work even if I did miraculously earn a raise. What I would do to have a pair of wings right now. But unfortunately, I didn't know how to transform just yet.

"You look down. What's the deal?"

I looked up to see Stella standing in my way, observing her nails. "Stella? But aren't you supposed to be in Solaria?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Eh, royal dinners are so boring. There are never any hot princes there anyway." Stella twirled a lock of blond hair around her fingers. "And I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I sent my stuff to Solaria and decided to find something to do here."

Wait. So was Stella saying she wanted to hang out with me? SWEET! I immediately forgot all about my troubles. "So what did you have in mind?" I asked, inwardly squealing at the fact I was hanging out with Stella from Winx Club.

"I dunno—I heard some Specialists are in town. Maybe we'll find a cute guy to-"

I stopped listening as a wind brushed against my body, alarming me. "Something's wrong," I whispered, grabbing Stella's wrist.

"Wait a minute, where are we going?" squeaked Stella as I dragged her across the street, disrupting traffic. "The Specialists are the other way!"

"Something's wrong," I repeated, going in the direction the breeze had come from. Enduring Stella's whining, complaining, and even threats, we came across a venue. Iron chairs were arranged outside and all types of flashy ads with pictures of fancy drinks were posted on the brick wall. The building was obviously a bar and from the lack of windows, I could tell it was an underground one.

I opened the door to find a spell of glass stairs descending deep into the darkness like a basement staircase. "You didn't tell me we were going out for a drink. I would've changed into something else." Stella put her hands on her hips and snorted. "And now that I think about it, a strawberry margarita sounds very refreshing right now."

I did something rare and considered the consequences of going down there. "Stella, at least what age do you have to be to enter a bar here in Magix?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Twenty one," said Stella, sounding every bit disgusted as me.

"Damn." Even in this universe, I couldn't catch a break.

"I know right. But don't worry about it. We should be able to get in without anyone questioning us. People always tell me I look mature for my age anyway." Stella fingercombed her hair. "And don't worry. If anyone says anything or gets suspicious, we can just leave before someone decides to call the authorities. It's as simple as that."

I nodded. I was still getting bad vibes from down there, which couldn't be a good thing. Eh, maybe I was just sensing the negativity from a bar fight or something. Whatever it was, it couldn't be that serious if Stella wasn't sensing it.

"I could go for a mimosa," I said, suddenly craving alcohol as the two of descended down the stairs. Oddly, one part of the staircase was spiral, which would be a deathtrap for a drunk. "I've never been inside an underground bar before," I whispered as we came to a pair of glass doors at the end of the stairs. They were sided by thick black lampposts and by the cracks in them, it wasn't hard to guess someone (most likely a drunk) either dropped it or tried to use it as a weapon.

"Well, let's go it." Stella grasped one of the shiny handles. "Be sure to look out for hot guys. I always get them to pay for my drinks." The second she opened the door, we stepped in a puddle. We both looked down at the same time and were immediately startled. The stuff we were standing in…it was…red! Stella's hand flew up to her mouth.

That was when we noticed it. All the bodies and corpses laying around. Neither of us could speak as our eyes drifted around the place, mentally questioning the reason behind the bodies. Honestly, it looked like everyone was dead. The bartender's corpse was lying across the bar, dead men and women on the floor were surrounded by shattered glass and the remains of whatever alcoholic drinks they had been drinking before disaster struck, and blood! There was blood everywhere.

Alright, something had gone down. But what?

"Dammit! The cursed man won't answer!" swore a voice. Stella and I's eyes landed on the stage on the right. There, a man with super-pale skin interspersed with scales had a girl around my age in a choke hold. And a woman decked in all blue (blue hair, blue dress, blue heels, blue everything!) was pacing around the stage with a high-tech phone pressed against her ear. "What does it take to collect a ransom these days?"

So that was their game. Looked like it was time to get into action. We didn't have much of a choice, did we?

"Stop right there!" I yelled, not thinking things through. All three of them startled at my voice.

"Please, help me!" managed the teenage girl, trying to push away from the snake guy restraining her.

"Who are they?" asked Snake Guy in a super unmotivated tone. The two snakes coiled around his neck hissed in response.

For some odd reason, I felt like I needed to pull a Sailor Moon. "We are the Fairy Guardians of Justice and Love!" I declared, "and in the name of the people you killed and magic itself, we'll punish you." And with that, I struck a famous (in my world) Sailor-Moon pose. I immediately cringed at my cheesy-sounding self.

"Seriously?" Not even Stella looked impressed.

"We don't have time for this," hissed the woman (whom I was going to call Blue). She zapped the barstools with a blue bolt of magic and thrust her hand forward, hurling them at us.

"Incoming!" I yelled. I hadn't exactly been prepared to leap into action so quickly. Thankfully, Stella and I jumped out of the way just in time. The stools all crashed into the walls and a few even landed on the corpses.

"How dare you try to hurt me! Do you know who I am?" An angry Stella was back to her feet in seconds. The spoiled princess stomped her foot. I'm the crowned princess of Solaria!"

Blue smiled. "That makes things even better. Now I'll be able to collect two ransoms! I can imagine King Radius would pay a high price for his precious daughter."

"Run! You have to run!" Go get help!" the hostage managed to yell.

Seconds later, Blue threw a water ball at me. "Oh shit!" I yelped as it exploded in my face, causing me to stagger backwards. "That freakin' hurt! You'll pay for that!" I shouted as my face and nose stung and burned from the water.

"Eh, better you than me," insisted Stella with a shrug.

"Why you…"

"Viper, take the hostage someplace safe. It'll be easy to defeat these two, so you're assistance is not needed," commanded Blue, stepping off the stage. "When we meet later, I'll have ourselves two more hostages. The one with the black hair might not be worth much, but it's still something."

"She's got a point. A regular civilian like you wouldn't even be a fraction of what I'm worth." Stella struck a pose and winked at my tauntingly. "Jealous?"

"You wish. And why the hell are you insulting me? Aren't we on the same side?" I snapped at her.

"Well, I'm just stating the facts-" Stella was cut off as a water ball hit her in the face.

"Ha! Who's laughing now?" I snorted.

Now dripping water, Stella looked down at her outfit. "My clothes!" she cried out, "it's ruined!" She glared death at Blue. "You're gonna pay for this!"

Blue grinned evilly. "Like my little attack?" She held out a hand and a orb of pure water formed a few centimeters above her palm. "It's called Aqua Assault, and is my special attack. These little devils act like a bomb and explode whenever they make contact with anything. Their wrath is magnified when touching human skin."

Apparently, Stella didn't share my worry. "So you throw water balloons. Big deal." She yawned. "That doesn't change the fact we're going to take you out."

"We're? So we're partners again?" I asked sarcastically. "Won't you be embarrassed to be seen with a 'regular civilian' like me?"

"Don't worry. It's only temporarily," assured Stella, "I'll be able to endure it. And besides, the faster we handle this, the faster I can finish shopping."

"That makes more sense."

"Enough! You're wasting my time!" yelled Blue, throwing more Aqua Assaults at Stella.

"I don't think so!" Stella jumped into the air and a magical aura concealed her body.

"It's so bright!" I exclaimed, shielding my eyes from her glow. Was she…? I looked at her again as her glow slowly disappeared, revealing a pigtailed Stella with a pair of small flittering wings. She did! She transformed into her fairy form!

"Not it's on!" she declared. She held up her hand and a yellow spell formed around it. "Take this!" she yelled, throwing it at Blue.

"Aqua Defense!" Blue activated a shield of rippling water in front of her. "Ha! You're weak!" insulted Blue as her shield deflected the spell. Prepare to feel my wet wrath!"

Okay, that did not sound right.

"Alright! It's time to unleash my true power: the power of the wind!" I declared, feeling like Sailor Moon again. Now, how would I do this? I didn't exactly know how to control my power yet-

The next thing I knew, I found myself struggling for air when a tentacle-like water arm curled around my neck. "What…the?" I choked. Blue's arms were now replaced with long arms made of water.

"Ha! Never let your guard down around me!" she laughed wickedly.

"The same goes for me, too!" Stella suddenly came down from the air, using her scepter to slice the arm in half. And since the half choking me had been severed from its host, it returned to its natural formless state, soaking my sneakers.

"Thanks," I wheezed as Stella landed beside me with her weapon in hand. "I-"

"You owe me one, I know, I know. Let's just get this over with so I don't miss the sale going on at the shoe store."

Blue, who was now left with a half and a whole water arm, hissed. "You'll pay for that!" she shouted, attempting to whip Stella with her intact arm. While the two of them fought, I took shelter behind the bar. I had to somehow figure out how to use my wind powers to help Stella. But how? I didn't know any spells!

I dared to peak over the counter to see Stella had successfully destroyed Blue's tentacle arms. However, Blue wasn't defeated just yet. "Aqua Sting!" she shouted, throwing a blue spell at Stella. Wait. The spell didn't look like water like her other attacks. Could it be that sorcerers of an element had both magic of that element and manipulation over it?

In that case, I didn't need magic now. I could just try to control the air around me. But how was I supposed to do that? What good would it do anyway? Air wasn't dangerous.

That was when I noticed the glass shelves of liquor and alcohol behind me, giving me an idea. Maybe I could use a current of air to…That could work! I just had to-

Stella was suddenly throw into the shelves, causing broken glass to rain down on me and bottles to fall and shatter all on the floor. "You could help you know!" said Stella through gritted teeth as she picked herself off the ground, brushing the glass off her orange outfit. Scrapes and bruises were all over her body, most likely results of the battle and all that glass cutting her skin. "Why haven't you transformed already?"

Seeing her so injured made me feel like a failure. "Uh…I'm working on it?" I looked down at my feet, which were soaked from the puddles of liquor leaking out of their broken bottles. And speaking of liquor-

"It smells like a bar in here!" whined-complained Stella, covering her nose and cringing at the smell of combined alcohol/liquor.

"Um, have you forgotten we're in one?!"

"Enough chatter!" Blue began throwing more Aqua Defenses at us and because there were so many, Stella and I were forced to take them. The impact of all her spells exploding on us forced us onto the wall of broken shelves.

"I can't move!" I screamed as force of all the exploding attacks kept us pressed against the wall. It felt like I was getting hit with water balloons, except ten times worse.

"Ha! So this is the might of a fairy?" taunted Blue, finally letting up. The second she stopped chucking attacks at us, Stella and I's limp bodies dropped to the floor in the puddles of liquor and beer, crushing glass beneath us. I winced as a sharp shard pierced me in the stomach. This was seriously not fun. Winx Club wasn't supposed to be like this! Bad guys weren't supposed to kill, and the good guys weren't supposed to get bruised like this!

"It'll be easy finishing you both off. I think I'll start with the worthless girl first," announced Blue. Next thing I knew, I was suddenly levitating off the ground. "Wh-what?" I whispered weakly and confusedly. "Why do I have to be the worthless on-" I was cut off as a sphere of water formed around me.

"The average person can't hold their breath in water for more than two minutes," giggled Blue's evil, muffled voice on the other side of the water bubble thingy. "Three, if you're one of those lucky ones. "Let's see how long you last."

Damn! She was trying to drown me! What was I supposed to do?! "And when you die, I'll escape with my new prize and collect a handsome ransom from both the senator's and King Radius's daughters," boasted Blue, obviously proud of her evil achievements. With a dramatic flip of her stupidly blue hair, Blue started towards Stella, swinging her arms back and forth and butt side to side like she was sexy or something.

"Stella!" I shouted, "get the fuck up!" But instead, it sounded like glubb, glubb, glubb.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This wasn't good, this wasn't good! I watched helplessly as Stella tried to get up, but was immediately kicked back down by Blue. The stupid-ass witch picked up the specter that Stella had dropped and held it up as if observing it. She was probably trying to determine how much the thing was worth.

I started to inwardly panic as my lungs began to burn. I was running out of time! But what the hell could I do? Blue said something I couldn't make out (the stupid water in the bubble was gurgling all around me, drowning out any distant outside noises) and stomped her foot onto Stella's back.

I saw Stella scream out in pain. She was helpless. A goner. And I couldn't do anything about it. I tried punching the walls of my watery, floating prison but they were as hard as stone (which I didn't find remotely possible).

Seriously, curse Blue all the way to hell. Curse her mother too for having unprotected sex and conceiving such a demon spawn.

Blue gave me an evil glance and levitated Stella off the ground with a glittery blue spell. She said something to me and even though I couldn't make it out, I swore she said: "So long, motherfucker!"

Oh, she was so fucked!

With her spell carrying Stella behind her, the witch sexy walked (seriously, woman! You're not attractive!) towards the exit.

Oh hell no! She was not going to get away with Stella!

Suddenly, newfound energy began to surge through my body and a familiar sensation washed over me. It made me feel the same way I felt whenever I let the wind flow through my hair: free.

That same second, the watery walls around me started to crack and it felt like wind was oozing through them into my prison. It flowed into my lungs and danced between my fingers, making me feel stronger than ever.

Thankfully, the water sphere burst all around me like glass and the wind embraced me. "You're not going anywhere!" I shouted at Blue right as she was reaching out for the door handle.

The witch whirled around, shocked to see me free, alive, and breathing. "Well, well, well. I was wondering if you'd be worth fighting." Blue clenched her fists, took a few steps forward, and smiled evilly at me. A levitating, unconscious Stella remained where she was at the exit. "At first, I didn't think you were a fairy. And I have to say I'm proud to say I was wrong. I'm thirsty for a good fight."

Fairy?

I looked down to see that my feet were hovering above the ground and my Converse had been replaced with ankle boots that were such a faint blue color they almost looked white. I now donned a body suit of the same color that was similar to Tecna's in her Magic Winx form, except mine was sleeveless with an illusion neckline and long gloves to match. I raised a hand to feel the small tiara perched on my head and looked over my shoulder to see a small pair of glittery, flittering, ultrathin wings with whispery white-blue tips.

"I did it! I transformed!" I triumphed.

"Celebrate while you can; soon, your life will be over before you know it," assured Blue, jumping into a defense stance.

"Bring it on like Donkey Kong!" I noticed the dead bodies scattered all over the place. "You killed innocent people and you're going to pay for it!" Without knowing what the hell I was doing, I outstretched my hand and a sparkly silver spell emerged from them almost immediately.

Unfortunately, the spell disintegrated for some reason without even hitting Blue. "That was a weak spell! This won't be long!" And with that, she charged at me with wolf speed.

Oh shit! Like they had a mind of their own, my wings steered me out of her way. "Take this, ass sucker!" I laughed as I flew all over the place, somehow throwing spells at Blue. So this was how magic worked? All you had to do was think about casting a spell, and you could just…do it?

Well, you could do anything you put your mind to, after all! See what I did there? Ah, I'm smart.

"You're wild and weak! That's not how you cast spells at all! Aqua Defense!"

I dodged the attack, but accidentally flew backwards into a wall. "I meant to do that!" I declared, standing up from the floor. I squeaked, quickly dodging a barstool projectile.

"I've had it! It's time you suffer the defeat you deserve!" Blue began to charge up a giant attack over her head.

"I don't think so!" A blast hit Blue from behind, causing her to stagger forward. Stella was standing behind her, her hand still outstretched from emitting the spell.

"Stella! You're okay!" I cried out happily. She was still bruised, but it was obvious her wounds weren't keeping her down like a true fairy.

Stella smiled and flipped one of her pigtails. "Of course I am! What did you expect?"

"Ugh, I've had it with you fairies!" Blue suddenly took to the air. "I don't have time for this! The plan must commence!" And with that, she flew overhead and straight through the glass exit.

"C'mon! We can't let her get away." Restoring her specter back to its ring form, Stella's fluttering wings carried her in Blue's direction.

"Hey, wait up!" I called, managing to get my wings to flap. Unfortunately, they stopped for some reason and landed butt-first on the ground. Alright, that wasn't going to work out. So instead of trying my luck again, I simply ran after Stella, wondering what shit we were about to get ourselves into.