Ngh… What happened? Ogron blinked back to awareness, trying to focus his blurred vision. As everything slowly came into focus, he could manage to make out a stone floor. He gradually became aware that that was where he was lying. How had he ended up here? He blinked again, and his heart sank as he saw his hands in front of him, shackled in heavy metal chains. No…oh, no, no, no, no…

He scrambled onto his knees, groaning as his head pounded, memories returning in a horrible, nauseating rush. No, no, no…

He heard another groan and squinted into the thick darkness that surrounded him in a choking blanket of shadows, managing to discern Anagan slumped against the wall, starting to shift as he returned to consciousness.

'Anagan!' He tried to stand and go to him, but his legs felt like cooked noodles, and he collapsed back down the second he tried to get up. 'Anagan!' Anagan moaned, his eyes cracking open and glancing around in bleary confusion.

'Ogron…?' Ogron's heart twisted at how weak his friend sounded. '…Where are we?'

'I don't know for sure, but…I'd be willing to bet we're in the dungeons of Diana's temple.' The stone surrounding them was a sandy colour; if they were on Tir Na N'og, the stone would be grey. So at least they weren't in Morgana's hands yet.

'So…we're in the Amazon?' Anagan asked, fighting his way to sit upright and look at Ogron.

'I think so.' Ogron looked around their cell, seeing Gantlos and Duman out cold on the floor. Anagan followed his gaze, staring at their friends with worry.

'Why aren't they awake?' he asked, a tone in his voice that said he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.

'They were knocked out differently to us,' Ogron replied, clinging to that as an explanation. 'We were knocked out by Diana's pollen; they were hit with magic. It'll just take them a bit longer to wake up, that's all.' To his eternal relief, Gantlos whimpered, shifting and weakly lifting his head.

'Where…' Realisation flooded his expression, and he paled with fear. 'Duman!' He tried to push himself up, but he was too weak after their fight, crashing back down to the floor, still fighting to get up and find Duman.

'Gantlos! Gantlos, calm down!' Ogron tried to soothe his friend, and Gantlos looked over, his eyes wide with panic. 'Gantlos, Duman's here.' He gestured to where Duman was lying on the ground, still unconscious, and Gantlos whipped around, trying to get to his boyfriend, but the chains around his wrists held him back, and he fell to his knees, desperately struggling against his bonds to try and reach Duman.

When it became clear that nothing he could do was going to work, he sagged brokenly, staring at Duman, raw pain clear in his eyes.

'I think he's okay,' Anagan assured him, moving over to Duman, his chains just long enough to allow him to reach the unconscious shapeshifter. Gantlos sighed with relief, glancing around at their cell.

'Where are we?'

'We're pretty sure we're in Diana's temple, in the Amazon,' Ogron explained.

'Huh. So at least we're not Morgana's prisoners just yet.' Ogron nodded. At least they could cling to that. Though, if that was their bright side, they were pretty damn screwed.

Gantlos groaned with frustration, leaning back against the wall.

'I can't believe this is the second time I've woken up locked away somewhere in the last month.' He grimaced and rubbed his temples. 'Okay, what happened? Because my head hurts.'

'Diana trapped you with vines and hit you with an attack,' Ogron explained. 'It knocked you out. Then she knocked both of us out, so I can't tell you what happened after that.'

'Ah…' They all fell silent, nobody really able to dredge up anything to say. They were chained up in a dungeon, just waiting for their inevitable, painful end. What was there to say?

The silence was broken by a pained groan from Duman, and Gantlos's chains rattled as he tried yet again to get to him, as though his chains had slackened in the last two minutes. His attempts to reach Duman failing, he looked to Anagan with panic.

'What's wrong with him?' he asked fearfully. Anagan frowned, examining Duman's prone form.

'…I don't know. He looks like he's in pain, but I can't see why.' Duman groaned again, and Anagan stroked his arm soothingly. 'Shh…it's okay.' That was, of course, a blatant lie. Ogron wasn't sure if it was actually possible for the situation to be any less okay, but Anagan was trying to comfort Duman, and, right then, the truth wasn't very comforting. Duman whimpered and twitched, and Ogron got a horrible feeling that he knew what was wrong. Dammit, why don't I ever get good dawning realisations?

'What?' Gantlos demanded. 'You have your just-figured-something-out expression; what is it?'

'…I…'

'Ogron, you hesitating isn't going to fix whatever's wrong, so just spit it out!' Ogron ignored Gantlos's tone, knowing that he was actually being remarkably calm, given the situation. Actually, he was being worryingly calm. Ogron wondered just how weak Gantlos was actually feeling.

'I think he overtaxed his magic,' he admitted. 'He was already weakened after protecting you and Roxy back on the ship, and I think shapeshifting to save you…' He looked away. 'I'm not sure his body has the magical energy needed to sustain it.'

'Well what do we do about it?' Gantlos demanded, his voice trembling slightly. Ogron shook his head.

'Trapped in here? We can't do anything.'

'Well then we have to get out of here!' Gantlos rebuffed, clearly not giving in. Not when Duman was in this state.

'How?' Ogron shot back.

'I don't know! You tell me! You always have a plan for everything!' Ogron wished Gantlos was right. He wished he had a plan. He wished he had even a fragment of a plan. Gantlos's voice shook. 'Ogron, you always have a plan. Please, please tell me you have one now.' Ogron shook his head.

'…No.' The fearful silence that followed hurt. He was supposed to know how to get them out of this. But he had nothing.

'Has anyone tried their magic?' Anagan suggested, looking up from where he'd been focused on soothing Duman, whose groans were coming more frequently, each one twisting Gantlos's expression with pain like they were physical blows.

Ogron shook his head, looking away so he wouldn't have to see Gantlos's anguish.

'There's a spell on the chains; it blocks our powers. I sensed it when I came to.' Ogron tugged at the shackles on his wrists as though they'd suddenly turn out to be made of tissue paper. Struggling against the bonds, an idea flickered in the back of his mind. Maybe…

'Ogron?' Anagan sounded a little nervous. 'What are you thinking?'

'Maybe…maybe I can absorb the spell.' Anagan and Gantlos exchanged panicked glances.

'Ogron…that's a bad idea,' Anagan cautioned. 'You're already really weak…and magical suppressants are complicated spells…they aren't safe to try and absorb.' Ogron nodded along, but all he could think was that he had to try. Had to do something. He'd already failed his friends so badly; he was supposed to keep them safe. But here they were, in a cell. And he'd been unable to do anything to keep them out of it. So if he had a possible way out…

He took a deep breath and focused on summoning his magic, a feat that took far too much effort for his liking. He pushed his concerns over his magical weakness aside, concentrating on the spell he could feel on the chains. He began to pull the magic into himself, feeling the energy start to slip under his skin. He hissed as the energy stung him. That shouldn't be happening.

'Ogron, stop,' Anagan warned. In hindsight, Ogron should have listened to him. Then again, getting into all the things Ogron should or shouldn't have done in hindsight would be a list that would take several years to cover in full, and continuing with his spell became another incident on that list as the chains flashed with blinding light, harsh magic tearing through his body as the suppressant snapped back into the chains while Ogron cried out and crumpled back to the floor.

'Ogron!' He felt a hand on his arm, and he glanced up, trying to get his vision to focus on Gantlos.

'…Ow…' he rasped, struggling to talk.

'Are you okay?' Gantlos asked, staring down at him with worry. Great. So not only had he managed to almost knock himself back out, he'd made Gantlos even more worried. Way to go.

He managed a weak nod, trying and failing to struggle back up.

'Ogron, no. Just…stay down. Don't hurt yourself more,' Gantlos insisted. As much as Ogron wanted to argue, his body didn't have his mind's resolve, fully embracing the idea of remaining collapsed.

However, just as his aching muscles finally relaxed, they tensed again in panic as the cell door creaked open. What? What was happening? Who was there?

An Amazon fairy with ceremonial armour walked into the cell, the light from her wings seeming blinding in the murky shadows they'd been sitting in up until that point.

Gantlos shifted to be as in front of Ogron as his chains would allow, a gesture of protection Ogron couldn't help but feel grateful for.

The fairy glanced down at Ogron, crumpled on the floor, and snickered.

'My sisters were convinced you would not be fool enough to attempt to remove the spell on your chains; it would appear you have proven them wrong.' Ogron dearly wished he could snap back at her, but his throat hurt too much for him to hope to manage much more than a painful rasp. Watching him fighting to lift his head, the fairy laughed harder. 'Fear not; you will be out of those chains soon enough. Morgana will come in a few days to take you to Tir Na N'og, and there you will be punished as you deserve.' As Ogron's stomach churned with fear, the fairy glanced down at Duman, his pained groans eliciting a smirk of amusement. 'Well, that is if he doesn't just die before then. He does not look so well.' At her words, Ogron saw Gantlos's eyes burn with rage, and the blonde wizard was up and lunging for the guard before Ogron or Anagan could even think about stopping him.

Most people would be very, very afraid to have Gantlos be this furious at them, but the guard just watched with amusement as Gantlos was yanked back by his chains, struggling pointlessly against his bonds.

'My, how the mighty have fallen. You cannot even break a couple of chains.' Despite the futility of his attempts, Gantlos didn't give up, fighting with all he had.

'Gantlos, stop,' Anagan said quietly. 'It's not going to work.'

'Even your friends are forced to acknowledge your weakness, wizard.' The guard smirked. 'Heed his words; stop.' When Gantlos didn't, the guard flicked her finger and vines burst from the ground, dragging Gantlos onto his knees, finally putting a stop to his struggling. Bound and tied down, all the fight left Gantlos's body, and Ogron saw his rage be replaced by raw hurt. If the guard wasn't present, Ogron had a horrible feeling that Gantlos would be crying.

'There. Weak and submissive at our feet. That is where you belong,' the guard gloated. 'A word of advice: your punishment will be far easier if you take it like this.' She turned and walked back towards the door. 'I'll see you in a few days. Until then, I'd appreciate this time. It will not take long on Tir Na N'og before you will find yourself wishing you were back here.' And with that, she locked the door, leaving them in shadow once again.

After a moment, Ogron managed to drag himself to Gantlos, slowly untying him from the vines. He was already chained; he wouldn't leave his friend bound like this.

'What do we do?' Gantlos murmured brokenly as Ogron tugged at his bindings. Ogron looked at his friend, his eyes clouded with pain, then across to Anagan, his skin pale from the blood lost from the gash on his head, Duman lying in front of him, twitching and groaning with pain. His heart twisted; he was supposed to have prevented this. He had failed them. So, so badly.

'…I don't know.'

Roxy tapped her foot absentmindedly along to the rhythm of the song Musa was singing as she blended another smoothie. As much as she loved helping her dad out at the club, she couldn't help feeling on-edge. It had been a few days since they'd freed the Earth Fairies, and Morgana hadn't made a move. Why? What was she waiting for? And what could she and the Winx do to prepare for whatever revenge the fairy queen was planning on unleashing? Because she was pretty damn sure that watching Musa perform with Andy's band wasn't on the list. Sure, Musa was amazing, but she didn't get the feeling that Morgana would call off her revenge for a rock song. Though her life would certainly be far easier if that turned out to be the case.

'Roxy? Roxy? Hellooooo?'

'Gah!' Roxy whipped around to see Sky holding out a tray. When she raised an eyebrow at him, the crown prince of Eraklyon smiled.

'Finally! I've been trying to get your attention for over a minute. You been in space?'

'No, but you have,' she replied, handing over the smoothies she'd just blended. 'Table six.' Because that was important. Table six's order of strawberry smoothies. Not the army of vengeance fairies preparing to obliterate humanity.

'…Hey, Roxy? You okay?' Roxy paused for a moment. The truth was no, she was not okay. She hadn't been this not-okay in a while. Possibly ever. But telling Sky that wouldn't accomplish anything, so she fixed a sunny smile onto her face and replied.

'Fine.' Sky frowned.

'Roxy, I'm royalty. I know a fake smile when I see one.'

'…You do?'

'You kidding? I used to practise mine in the mirror.'

'Your life is sad, Sky.' Sky shrugged.

'True, but not the point. I can see you're not okay, Rox. What's up?' Roxy contemplated getting into her worries for a moment, but pushed the thoughts back down a few seconds later, pushing the tray of smoothies across to Sky.

'Table six.' Sky looked like he might argue, but after a second he sighed and took the tray, carrying it across the club and to table six, who looked like they had a few things to say about how long it had taken to get their order. Roxy envied them. To have waiting a few extra minutes for smoothies at the top of their list of grievances. They had no clue how lucky they were.

Suddenly, she tensed. What? She could sense something. It wasn't the Winx…wasn't the wizards…oh, damn.

Just as her mental cursing got fairly R-rated, a huge flower bud sprouted from the floor in front of the stage, Musa's singing trailing off as everyone stared in surprise.

'Um, what is that?' Andy asked, voicing the question on everyone's lips. Well, Roxy had the answer.

'Trouble.' She put the banana she'd been in the process of peeling down. 'Dad, get ready.'

'For what?' her dad asked, gaping at the plant that was just sitting in the middle of his bar.

'Let's just go with 'anything'.' As the words left her lips, the flower bloomed, rays of light bursting from its petals. Roxy gasped and covered her eyes, lowering her hands as soon as the glare had faded, revealing a woman with long red-brown hair and big purple and green wings. Roxy knew who she was in a heartbeat. Diana. Major Fairy of Nature. She'd read about her in the Book of Fairy. And she knew how dangerous she was.

'Uh, Roxy? Who is that random woman appearing out of my floor?' her dad asked, staring at Diana in dumbfounded confusion.

'Remember those fairies my friends and I freed a few days ago? The ones that want to obliterate humanity?' Her dad nodded hesitantly. 'Well, she's one of the most powerful.'

'Oh. Great.' He frowned. '…What is she doing in my bar?' Diana swept her hand out, green mist spilling from her palm.

'…That, apparently.' Roxy wracked her brains to try and remember everything she'd read about Diana. What was she doing? The answer came to her as Nabu yelled across the club.

'It's soporific pollen! Everyone, hold your breath!' Roxy gasped in a breath, lunging and covering her dad's mouth just as the cloud hit them. She watched, wide-eyed, as the club's customers slumped forwards onto their tables or just fell down, out cold. Ah, hell.

She drew in a tentative breath, seeing the Winx over by the stage, breathing and yet still awake. To her relief, she didn't pass out. Perhaps the pollen didn't affect fairies.

'Dad, stay here,' she instructed. Her dad looked like he might argue, but she just vaulted over the bar before he could say anything, running towards where Diana was stepping elegantly over the prone bodies of her customers.

'Ah, yes. This is much better. This is strictly a matter for fairies.' Roxy cleared her throat, folding her arms and shooting Diana a death-glare as she turned around.

'Hi. I'm not sure if you're aware, but this is a strictly no-knockout-pollen bar. So we'd appreciate it if you could take your pollen and get the hell out.' Diana laughed softly at her angry sarcasm.

'My, my. You are certainly fierce.' Roxy stood her ground as the fairy flew closer. She wouldn't let this woman intimidate her. So she had a pair of wings. Well, so did Roxy. And she wasn't scared. But she was mad. Very, very mad.

'Our Queen wants to know you better, Roxy,' Diana continued in a soft voice. Roxy rolled her eyes.

'Yeah, well, tell her to friend me on Facebook.' Diana blinked, appearing taken-aback. Roxy capitalised on her surprise, stalking forwards furiously. 'Listen to me, crazy nature fairy. Nobody shows up here and starts randomly knocking people out. Not while I'm around!'

'Should we do something?' Stella hissed over by the stage.

'…You know, I think Roxy's got this,' Musa replied, watching the exchange, a little dumbfounded by Roxy's ferocity.

'What did you do to them?' Roxy demanded, gesturing to the people sprawled around them.

'They are only asleep,' Diana replied, gazing down at the humans, her expression twisting with disgust. 'A fate far gentler than they deserve.' She looked back up to Roxy. 'Roxanne Wilde, I came to this disgusting urban blight on Earth's majestic surface to find you. Queen Morgana wishes you to join us in the fight against Ogron's wizards and the humans.' Roxy just stared at her for a second.

'…So, just to clarify, you show up here, knock out my friends, wreck my dad's floor, insult my hometown, and you somehow expect me to join you? Are you crazy?! No, you lunatic! I'm not joining a revenge campaign! Now get out and go tell Morgana that she's wasting her time if she wants me on her side.'

'You cannot command me, young one.' Roxy pointed to the sign above the bar. We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. She raised an eyebrow in silent challenge. Diana apparently accepted her challenge. 'Well, if you will not join us, you can stand with the humans!'

'Uh, yeah! That's what I've been saying? Have you not been paying attention? Now…' She stalked closer, glaring up at the statuesque fairy. 'Get out.' Diana's face twisted with fury.

'Impudent child! Very well! If you are so determined to stand with the mortals, you may share their fate!'

'I'm gonna assume your little tantrum means you're not leaving,' Roxy muttered. 'Figures. Because things can never just be easy.' Looked like this was gonna be a fight, then. 'Believix!' She transformed, fluttering her wings to lift herself to Diana's level. 'Hey there.'

'Winx, let's join Roxy!' Bloom ordered. 'Winx Believ-'

'Oh, I think we'll keep this small,' Diana interjected. She thrust out her hand, and Bloom cried out in surprise as thick vines burst from the ground, snaring her and the other Winx in tight coils. 'Looks like you're-'

'If you say they're 'a bit tied up', I swear to God…' Roxy snapped. 'Let them go!' She watched with horror as Diana clenched her fist, the vines tightening, the Winx passing out in their coils. 'No!' But, glancing over to the side of the stage, her lips quirked into a smile. The vines attempting to bind Flora were glowing with a soft green energy, falling limply to the floor as the girl Roxy knew as the only real fairy of nature glared furiously at Diana as the totally-second-best fairy of nature began waxing lyrical about some nonsense Roxy wasn't really listening to. Something about 'Ogron and his wizards'. Okay, really? What was with all this 'Ogron and the wizards'? Did Diana not remember Gantlos, Anagan and Duman's names? They were their own people, not Ogron's sidekicks. God.

Roxy rolled her eyes.

'Okay, Diana? Can I call you Diana? I hope so, because I'm gonna, and I honestly don't know if you have a last name anyway. Why are you so angry with humans? They didn't imprison you; they didn't do anything.' Diana's expression twisted with rage. Looked like this was a topic she was rather passionate about. It was unfortunate then that Roxy was only asking to keep her distracted while Flora transformed.

'You dare defend humans? They have been afflicting this planet with war, hatred and environmental catastrophes for centuries! They are guilty, and now they must-'

'Autumn Wind!' Diana cried out as Flora's attack slammed into her, sending her flying across the club.

'Ooh, ouch.' Roxy winced. 'Watch your back, Diana.' Diana staggered upright, glaring at Flora with dumbfounded fury.

'But, my vines-!'

'Yeah, not so effective against the Fairy of Nature.' Roxy smirked, and Flora flew to stand beside her as Diana crackled with power.

'Arrogant fool!' Roxy was done chatting. Flora had just dealt the first blow; this was a fight now, and it was one she didn't plan on losing.

'Wolf Talon!'

'Summer Thunder!' Diana was prepared this time, more vines bursting from the ground to absorb the attacks. Flora reacted quickly, the magic from her attack sinking into the plants and spreading across them in a green aura. Diana stared in shock as the vines started to turn on her.

'What?!' She thrust out her hand and the vines began moving towards Roxy and Flora. Flora's brow furrowed with concentration as she struggled to maintain control, the vines moving back and forth as though unsure of their mistress. Both nature fairies were deep in concentration, but Roxy had no such limitations.

'Scorpion's Tail!' Her attack whipped out, striking Diana in the side, the Major Fairy crumpling to her knees. Yes! Upon Diana losing her focus, Flora took control of the vines, wrapping them around Diana's ankles.

'No!' Flora cried out as the vines crackled with Diana's magic, her control being thrown off as Diana took back her plants.

Diana got to her feet, effortlessly creating a shield as Roxy tried to throw another attack.

'I have had enough of these games! If you are not willing to listen to me, then I will not waste my time!' Another flower burst out of the floor under her, closing around her and vanishing back into the earth before Flora and Roxy could react.

'Okay, seriously? That floor is expensive.'

'Roxy!' Roxy's dad flung himself across the bar, tackling her in a hug. 'Are you okay, Butterfly?'

'Yeah, I'm fine. The bar, on the other hand…' She looked around at the largely-obliterated floor, pollen-covered everything and the thick vines that had grown everywhere. The Specialists emerged from behind said vines, gawping at the club.

'Flora!' Helia was by his girlfriend's side in a heartbeat, checking her over. 'Are you okay?'

'Yes…but the girls…' Roxy looked over to where the other Winx were unconscious in Diana's vines. She detached herself from her dad, walking over to Bloom.

'Bloom? Bloom!' Sky joined her, putting his hand on Bloom's shoulder.

'Bloom? Bloom, c'mon, wake up.' Bloom groaned, her eyes fluttering open as she came to.

'Oh…Sky? Roxy? What…'

'Crazy revenge fairy, knocked out with vines, tried to get me on-side, failed, left in a big flower,' Roxy filled in. 'Let's get you out of there.' Bloom started struggling, but to no avail.

'The vines are too strong! I…I can't…' Looking around, Roxy could see the other Winx waking up and having the same problem. 'What can we do?' Bloom asked in a panic.

'God, if only we had a fairy of nature around,' Roxy deadpanned. 'Flora, can you get them out of these vines?' Flora nodded.

'Now that Diana isn't here to fight for control, I can command her plants.' Flora glowed, a matching green aura appearing on the vines as the plants unwound from the Winx, disappearing back into the ground.

As she was freed, Bloom sagged forwards, Sky catching her in his arms.

'Bloom!'

'I'm okay, Sky.' Bloom stood on her own, staring around at the club. '…Wow.'

'Remind me not to get Diana to decorate my apartment,' Stella remarked, grimacing at the thick tendrils covering everything. 'I know the natural look is in right now, but…'

'We have to find Diana,' Bloom interjected. 'She's far too dangerous to just leave running around.'

'I can still sense her magic,' Flora chipped in. 'Her power over nature is strong; I can feel it. She's still in or near Gardenia.'

'Then we need to find her. Before someone gets hurt. Winx! Believix!' Roxy squinted as her friends transformed in flashes of light. 'Come on. Let's go stop Diana.'

'Whoa whoa whoa.' Everyone turned to see Roxy's dad holding up his hands. 'So you're just gonna go fight this woman?' Roxy nodded.

'Yeah. I'm a fairy, Dad. I got this. And if I don't, then the Winx do. They beat Valtor, after all.'

'Who the heck is Valtor?' Roxy shrugged.

'Dunno. But he sounds important.'

'Oh, he was,' Stella agreed. 'He was super evil and dangerous, and he spelled my father so he almost married this horrible woman named Countess Cassandra, but fortunately we all snuck into the wedding disguised as hover-cyclists, and-' Roxy rolled her eyes. They so did not have time for this.

'That's a great story, Stell. You think maybe you could tell in when we're not in the middle of a crisis?'

'Oh, sure. But it's a great story. Brandon got me a biker outfit!' Everyone just stared at her for a moment, at a loss. After a second, Bloom shook her head.

'Anyway… C'mon, Winx.' As her friends headed for the exit, Roxy turned to her dad.

'Dad, stay here. When everyone wakes up, you need to explain what happened, okay? And whatever you do, don't come after me or leave the Winx's fairy pets unsupervised.'

'Okay- wait, what?'

'They're tiny maniacs; don't take your eyes off them. And don't put Kiko in charge; Bloom's made that mistake before.' She flung her arms around him, giving him a quick hug before he could fully comprehend what was going on. 'I love you.'

'Love you too. Be safe.'

'Always am.' He dad raised an eyebrow, clearly remembering when she'd told him about the whole running-blindly-onto-a-ship-full-of-smugglers thing. 'Okay, I'm usually safe. I try. Kinda. Bloom will be there. I'm gonna go.' She jumped up, her wings carrying her up and away, giving her dad a quick wave.

She flew out of the bar and stopped dead, her mouth dropping open in dumbfounded shock. Around her, the Winx and Specialists were in similar states.

Eventually, Stella broke the silence.

'Uh, correct me if I'm wrong, but…wasn't there a city here this morning?'

I love Roxy so much. So, so much. She's sassy and sarcastic and she's not going to take any nonsense from anyone, no matter how powerful they may be.