Musa's day took a turn for the worse as Riven's jerkish behavior intensified. She hadn't gotten the chance to confront him since he was being too self-absorbed to even care about anything she had to say. Feeling hurt and frustrated, she sought solace in the company of her fellow Winx. However, they seemed preoccupied with helping Bloom navigate her own life problems, leaving Musa feeling dismissed and alone. Overwhelmed by a mix of rage and sadness, Musa stormed off, needing to find a release for her emotions. In her fiery state, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she walked through the streets of Magix, feeling lost and alone. She found herself unexpectedly crossing paths with Darcy.
"This is what? The second time we've ran into each other here in Maigx's streets, hm?" Darcy remarked with a chuckle. Then her expression changed to total confusion. "I can sense an intense darkness within you. Rage perhaps?"
Musa stared at her coldly, unwilling to form a reply.
"Yes, most certainly anger. I don't normally sense as deep as an anger like this in a fairy. What could've been the cause of this?"
"It really isn't any of your concern, Darcy. Now please just go away."
Darcy raised her hands in a defensive gesture. "Hey, I'm not here to cause trouble. I sense something strange about you, though. You're not just angry – there's something darker inside you."
Musa snorted. "You're one to talk about darkness, aren't you? Witches are always messing with people's emotions."
Darcy's eyes flashed with annoyance. "I'm not here to mess with your emotions, Musa. I'm trying to understand what's going on with you."
"And why does it matter so much to you?"
"I'm intrigued, that's all really, " Darcy dryly said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"You're trying to understand what's going on with me?" Musa repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Darcy's eyes narrowed. "I'm not trying to manipulate you, Musa. I'm genuinely curious about your emotions. You're not like other fairies I've met. There's something unique about you."
"Unique?"
"I mean that you have depth. You have feelings that run deeper than just surface-level emotions."
Musa's anger began to fade, replaced by a sense of curiosity. What did Darcy mean? She'd never thought of herself as having deep feelings before.
"Go on," Musa said, her voice softer.
"I think you're struggling with something," Darcy said, her eyes locked on Musa's. "Something that's eating away at you from the inside out. And I want to know what it is."
Musa hesitated, unsure if she should open up to Darcy. But something about the witch's words resonated with her. Maybe it was because Darcy wasn't like other witches she'd met – she didn't seem to be hiding an agenda.
"I... I don't know where to start," Musa admitted, feeling a lump form in her throat.
Darcy stepped closer, her voice taking on a gentle tone. "Start with whatever feels right to you. We'll figure it out together."
For a moment, Musa felt a strange sense of comfort in Darcy's presence. It was as if the witch understood her in a way that no one else did. But then she snapped back to reality, remembering who Darcy was – a witch with a reputation for being ruthless and cunning.
"What do you want from me?" Musa asked, her voice firmer.
Darcy smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, Musa. I want nothing from you...yet."
Musa's heart skipped a beat as Darcy's words hung in the air like a challenge.
"I don't trust you," Musa said, trying to sound braver than she felt. "You're a witch, and I'm a fairy. We're natural enemies."
Darcy chuckled, the sound low and husky. "Ah, but I'm not just any witch, fairy. I think I can help you."
Musa raised an eyebrow. "How? By messing with my head?"
Darcy's smile grew wider. "Maybe. Maybe not. But I think we can help each other. You see, I've been watching you, Musa. And I think you're special. You have a power within you that's waiting to be unleashed."
Musa's instincts screamed at her to run away, but her curiosity kept her rooted to the spot. "What kind of power?"
Darcy leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. ""You see, Musa, I've noticed the potential within you. You have a power that could be harnessed for great good... or great evil."
Musa snickered. Her instincts screamed at her to step back, but Darcy's words had piqued her curiosity. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean?"
"I want to teach you how to harness your power. How to use it for our purposes."
Musa felt a chill run down her spine, "What are your purposes?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Darcy's eyes gleamed with excitement as she began to explain her plans for Musa. "You see, Cloud Tower is a school for witches, and I can offer you a place among our ranks. You have a natural talent for magic, and with the right training, you could become one of the most powerful witches of all time."
Musa felt a shiver run down her spine as Darcy spoke. She had always known that she was different, but she had never imagined that she could be a real witch.
"But what kind of magic do you teach?" Musa unsurely asked.
"Ah, my dear Musa, we teach the dark arts. The kind of magic that can bend reality to your will, that can make people do your bidding, and that can grant you unimaginable power."
Musa felt a thrill run through her veins as Darcy spoke. She secretly had always been drawn to the darker side of magic, and the idea of being able to wield such power was intoxicating. She knew that she had always been prone to intense emotions, and the thought of harnessing that power was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"I... I need to go back to Alphea," Musa stammered suddenly overwhelmed by Darcy's words.
Darcy nodded understandably and bore her eyes into Musa's, "Think about it fairy, you could be so much more. Like I said the other night, I created a link between us, so I'll be waiting for your answer."
And with that, Musa turned and hurried for Alphea, leaving Darcy's words echoing in her mind like a siren's call, tempting her to take the path of darkness and power.