Gravity Winx: The Unexpected Event Trilogy
By Adventuremaker21
Chapter 3: Metallama (Pacifica's Story)
Authors Note: Here we go, part 3. This time, things are about to get magical and dark here with Pacifica's side of the story. I hope you don't mind the retread later in the chapter, though. I hope you enjoy how Pacifica got involved with Fairies, Witches, Heroics, and the next chapter of her life.
TRIGGER WARNING: INJURIES, BLOOD, BROKEN BONES, BRUISES, NEGLECTING A MINOR, ABUSE, HOMOPHOBIA, FEAR OF DEATH! IF THERE IS ANYTHING MISSING, PLEASE DM ME AND I WILL ADD IT TO THE LIST ACCORDINGLY!
"GET OUT!"
The raring of this vengeful voice was soon followed by a body being flung out the window, shattering it in the process. The body was that of a young teenage girl, no more than 13. She had blonde hair and clothes relaying various shades of purple with blood stains everywhere. Some of her clothes were cut up as well. She tried to stand up but found herself limping as she barely escaped the new home she was in. Her father kept roaring profanities at her while her mother was nodding in agreeance, but the girl did not dare look back as she fled her new home. She had to run, and run did she try while holding in blood, tears, and her broken arm
This is Pacifica Northwest, and a few hours ago, she said goodbye to Dipper and Mabel Pines, who returned home to California. She will admit, she did not care for them at first. But ever since the golf incident and the ghost incident, she has grown fond of these two and found their presence to be enjoyable. They didn't ask for money, rides, or even influence. They liked hanging with her just for her companionship. They liked her, and in return, she liked them. Just like her secret friendship with local lumberjack Wendy Corduroy, who used to babysit her years ago and make her feel loved.
But because of these developments of finding out her true family's nature, how she ruined their famous party, losing most of their money on 'weirdness stocks', and the final straw on the camel's back is that her parents found out one of Pacifica's secrets:
Pacifica Northwest is gay.
This news enraged her father, Preston Northwest, and decided to try to beat some manners into her about fitting the right way. When Pacifica spat on her father for his abusive and homophobic remarks towards his only daughter, her mother, Priscilla Northerst, made damn sure not to help out, and suggested getting rid of her. That's when they threw her out.
That is where we are now.
Pacifica ran from her home and ran as fast as she could limp. She was crying in pain and in betrayal. Dipper and Mabel have loving relatives, Wendy has a crazy family that has her back, and Soos, the handyman, loves his grandmother very much and has a very serious girlfriend.
Why can't she have that love, too?
After what seemed like hours, Pacifica's legs gave out as she dropped in front of a tree. She had no money, no phone, and no hope. She curled up as much as she could without pain. And then she started to cry even more. As she did, she heard something off into the distance.
"Are you sure this is the right spot, Icy?" One voice said, asking a question.
"I'm sure of it, Stormy," another voice said. "This should be Gardenia, California! The ring must be here."
Pacifica hears this and tries to stay silent, but she is a Northwest, and Northwests always has to be right.
"You're in Oregon, idiots," Pacifica yelled out as she held her mouth. She just HAD to interject.
"WHO'S THERE!" A third voice yelled out. "SHOW YOURSELF!"
"Worry not," another voice said. "My winds can find the little snoop from anywhere."
Pacifica tried to keep quiet, but her heavy breathing alerted the voices nearby. Before she knew it, she came face to face with a taller girl with a long white ponytail and wearing light cyan clothes, almost like they were ice-covered.
"DON'T HURT ME!" Pacifica said without thinking as she tried shielding herself with her free arm. But when she looked back at the new girl, she didn't find malicious intent in her eyes. She saw genuine worry at the girl's condition.
"By the dragon...," the older girl said. "GIRLS, COME HERE NOW!"
She said that as two other girls came to the cyan one. One of them wore magenta clothes and her hair was like a grey/purple curly mess that resembled a storm cloud. The other one was wearing dark purple clothes and had long brunette hair and a pair of yellow glasses.
"This better be important, Icy," the purple one said as she saw Pacifica shivering with fear. "Oh... that is important."
"What happened to her?" Stormy asked as Pacifica refused to answer.
"Who cares, she needs help," Icy said as she charged her magic up, which frightened Pacifica even further. "Darcy, Stormy, I might need some help."
"Don't we have a thing to do?" Stormy suggested.
"Screw that, she's bleeding like crazy," Icy said as she keeps charging her magic.
"Fine..." Darcy said as she joined in, adding her magic. Stormy nods and does the same thing as all 3 of their magic flows into Pacifica. She expected this to hurt, but it was like a wave of cold lightning washing over her body. Her cuts were healing, her blood washed away, her bruises faded away, her clothes were repaired, and her arm painlessly fixed itself. It was like she was never injured in the first place. Pacifica then looked down at herself and saw that she was ok now.
"Hehe, is this real? I'm not gonna die?" Pacifica chuckled to herself in disbelief. She then stood up as her hands started glowing a strange green aura and pumped her fists into the air. "I'M NOT GONNA DIE!" As she said that, she accidentally blasted a branch on a tree above her, turning the branch into metal as it broke off and fell behind her and the other witches, scarring them.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE GREAT DRAGON WAS THAT?" Darcy said as she grew worried at this.
"Was that magic?" Stormy wondered as she used her lightning on the branch, experimenting with it.
"AaaaahahhhhhhhHHHHHHAAAAAA!" Pacifica freaked out as she saw her hands. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! MY HANDS ARE GLOWING!"
Darcy kneeled down and saw her hands, inspecting them. She then widened her eyes.
"What is it, Sister?" Stormy said, asking Darcy.
"I think this girl is a witch," Darcy said as she gently grabbed her hand. "And we might have unlocked her power by accident."
"I'm... I'm a witch?" Pacifica said, looking at her glowing hands as the glow died down.
"From the magic you just did, although accidental, stemmed from a witch's power," Darcy said as she showed Pacifica the metal branch.
"All metal, no wood," Stormy said as she shocked it. "Impressive stuff."
"We should probably get you home," Icy said as she held Pacifica's hand, but slipped out as she hugged the tree with all her might.
"NO! DON'T TAKE ME BACK!" Pacifica said without a thought in her head. Darcy and Stormy were confused by this as Icy knew immediately. She then kneeled down next to Pacifica and hugged her.
"All of those injuries... all that blood, bruises, cuts, torn clothes, the broken arm," Icy listed off as she saw Pacifica sniffling. "The tears. Did your... parents do this to you?" All Pacifica could do was nod slowly as Icy grew from concerned to very furious and took Pacifica off the tree. "Change of plans. We're heading back to Cloud Tower NOW!"
"But, the ring-" Stormy said as she was interrupted.
"FUCK THE RING! SHE NEEDS OUR HELP!" Icy cursed to them both as she turned to Pacifica. "You're gonna be safe now, kid."
"First, I'm not a kid," Pacifica corrected Icy. "I'm 13 years old. And second, My name is Pacifica Northwest."
"My name is Isabella Everfrost, but you can refer to me as Icy, the witch of Ice," Icy introduced herself.
"Well, I'm Stormy Tempest, the witch of storms," Stormy proudly introduced herself.
"The name's Darcy Void, the witch of darkness," Darcy said, adjusting her glasses.
"Subtle names," Pacifica commented on their names. "Did you get them off of some kid's show?"
"Like you're one to talk, Northwest," Icy said to her. "Witch of Metal."
"Witch of Metal..." Pacifica pondered to herself. "I like the sound of that."
"Good, because you're not staying on Earth for much longer," Darcy said as she opened a dark portal with her magic.
"Wait, what?" Pacifica questioned as she and the other witches quickly jumped through.
Inside a dark room lit only by desire, sits an elderly witch perfecting paperwork over the new students she will eventually be in charge of. With her shelves filled with old books and creepy knick-knacks, valuable treasures, and sentimental garbage, needless to say, she has lived quite a life. But now, she sits in her throne-like chair as she organizes the paperwork.
"97...98...99... we are one witch short," the elder witch said as she counted the papers. "I need one more new witch in order to meet my quota so I can keep this place afloat. And it's not like that which is gonna fall from the sky." Right on time, a portal opened up from the other side of the room as the 4 witches entered. "My and my big mouth."
"Headwitchstress, we need to speak," Icy said.
"You could have used the door, Icy," the older witch said as she then sees Pacifica from behind Icy's legs. "Is that... a child?"
"I'm not a child," Pacifica said as she hid behind Icy, scared of the older witch.
"She needed our help, Headmistress Griffin," Stormy said, defending her.
"I'll be the judge of that," Griffin said as she stood up and slowly walked over to Icy and Pacifica. "Step forward, young one." Pacifica looked up at Icy, and Icy gave her new friend a soft smile, showcasing things that would be okay. Pacifica nodded as she cautiously walked up to Griffin. She then placed a hand on Pacifica's head, and both of them started glowing. After a few seconds, Griffin gasped out loud and immediately pulled her into a hug. "By the dragon's flame, you have suffered a lot."
"There was more stuff than the fact her parents threw her out?" Darcy asked her headwitchstres.
"She was forced to live up to her awful family's legacy, but she broke free," Griffin said, still holding Pacifica. "I saw the Founders Day, the golfing incident, the hidden market, and the ghost that once haunted her mansion. I even saw she was the Llama from the Cipher Profercy."
"SHE WAS ONE OF THE ONE'S FROM THAT PROFERCY?!" The 3 witches exclaimed out loud.
"We didn't exactly do it right," Pacifica said, guilty.
"But thanks to you and the others from your home, Bill Cipher is no more!" Griffin said as she sniffed a bit. "Please, Pacifica, It would be an honor if you'd stay here as a student here at Cloud Tower."
Pacifica thought about this. She could gain magic powers and try to fulfill justice towards her awful parents. Plus, the Pines and their friends would find this awesome enough to where they would call her an incredible witch, not an awful freak. Dipper, Stan, Ford, Wendy, Candy, Grenda, Soos the handyman who can pull off a W-neck shirt.
Mabel.
"Ok, I'll attend your classes," Pacifica said, agreeing to the terms. "But only if I stay with those three," Pacifica said as she pointed to Icy, Darcy, and Stormy. "I would be dead without them."
"It's a deal, Pacifica Northwest," Griffin said, accepting her offer. "Icy, Darcy, Stormy, get your dorm ready for your new roommate. I'll help do her paperwork. And maybe teach her a thing or three about magic."
"Of course, headwitchstress Griffin," the 3 witches said in unison as they bowed a bit and left the room.
"Did they just bow to you?" Pacifica asked.
"It is a sign of respect, and I have certainly earned it after my many many years of living," Griffin said with a hint of pride in her voice. "Now come with me and I will give you the tour of my school."
In the cold, stone hallways of Cloud Tower, Pacifica was very close to Griffin as they both walked down together.
"This kind of feels... creepy," Pacifica said out loud. "Almost like I'm being watched."
"This school does provide a lot of witches from all over the universe to attend, So it comes as no shock that others could be watching us," Griffin said as they kept walking to a wall. The wall suddenly shifted and formed a doorway to a staircase.
"Did that just... change?" Pacifica asked.
"Yeup!" Griffin proudly showcased. "This school, the Cloud Tower College for Witches, is actually one large organism. And I am the brains behind the whole being. Which means I can manipulate the school to my will."
"So if you're the brains, does that make the rest of the students your white blood cells?" Pacifica asked as she and Griffin walked down the stairs.
"White blood cells are replaceable, Pacifica. You, however, are not," Griffin assures her. "I have to safeguard all my witches from whatever danger lies ahead. And speaking of, It's time I show you some witchy powers to help out." As they exit the stairs, they reach another hallway where many large rooms reside. "These are just some of the classes you will have the honor of taking to become a full-fledged witch. We have potionology, hexology, curseology, math, geography, magix history, intro to witchcraft, and metamorphosis taught by yours truly."
"That's a lot of subjects," Pacifica asked.
"Being a witch is more than blasting spells willy-nilly. It takes time to perfect our skills and make sure that we use them for the purposes we want to do, like you and your metals," Griffin told her.
"And what about you?" Pacifica asked. "What's your special element or whatever?"
"That, my dear Pacifica, is a secret only known to my family," Griffin teased as she showed Pacifica a classroom. "This here is the joint classroom of Hexology and Curseology."
"Is there really a difference between the two of them?" Pacifica asked.
"Why don't you ask the professors that question," Griffin said as they both walked in to see two similar-looking teachers prepare their classrooms for the new year.
"Headmistress Griffin!" Both professors said at the same time as they bowed.
"We have just retrieved the thing you asked us to collect," one of them said as they pointed to the metal tree branch. "Don't know why it was on Earth, of all places."
"Is that the branch I accidentally turned into metal?" Pacifica said, surprised by what she saw.
"And this must be the young witch who performed such a powerful spell," the other said. "You weren't kidding when you said a young witch."
"Pacifica, meet Professors Edritrude and Zarathustra Jinxsmith," Griffin introduced her to them. "Twin professors of Hexology and Curseology. Professors, meet Pacifica Northwest, the Witch of Metal, she's both freshman number 100, AND she's from Earth."
"More twins?" Pacifica asked.
"She's a student?!" Both professors said.
"Wait, witch of metal? Do you mean to say that this child transmuted an entire tree branch? AS HER FIRST SPELL EVER?!" Edritrude was shocked when she found out.
"Aah, I remember my first spell," Zarathustra said, suddenly being nostalgic. "I turned my sister's hair into yarn."
"And I remember turning your hands into flippers!" Edritrude clapped back at her sister.
"Professors, please. Show some restraint," Griffin said, pointing to Pacifica. "We have a student."
"Forgive us, headwitchstress," Both professors bowed at her. As they do so, Pacifica can't help but chuckle.
"You know, you two remind me of a pair of twins I met over the summer," Pacifica said as the metal branch started to glow and slowly change shape without her knowing. "Originally, I thought of them as nothing more than annoying city folk who weren't worthy of even my name leaving their mouths, but I sort of grew attached to them. Mabel saved my life from being torn apart by living golf balls, Dipper saved my life from a vengeful ghost, and both of them saved my life from a literal end-of-the-world scenario. And despite how infuriating and annoying they might have been, I can't help but imagine what I'd do if I've never met them."
As Pacifica explained, the metal warped itself into being a statue of both Dipper and Mabel Pines. Dipper was pointing outward with his fabled Journal 3 open in his other hand, and Mabel had her grappling hook ready to fire. Griffin and the other two professors are in awe of how well she transformed that metal, even if she wasn't doing it.
"Pacifica, you have a gift!" Griffin said as she pointed to the two statues behind her. Pacifica turns around and sees them and gasps while tears form in her eyes. She did this with her own power.
"Her second spell..." Edritrude mustered.
"And she didn't even try to do it..." Zarathustra added to that.
"Dipper... Mabel..." Pacifica said as she walked to the statues and couldn't help but hug them. She missed them, even if it had been a few hours since they left to go home. Griffin walked up to her, kneeled down, and joined in on her hug.
"If they can see you now, they'd think this would be the coolest thing ever," Griffin assured Pacifica. "Stick with the school, and you can become one of the best witches Earth has ever had."
Back in the Trix's dorm, Icy, Darcy, and Stormy were cleaning out a fourth bedroom that they all used as their own storage space. This fourth bedroom would become Pacifica's new bedroom.
"Well, so much for that idea," Darcy said as she moved her books out of there.
"But look on the bright side, at least Pacifica will have a bed to sleep in and a roof over her head," Icy said as she moved her stuff out of there.
"Are you sure we didn't rescue her just because she reminded you of Sapphy?" Darcy said.
"Sapphy has nothing to with this, Darcy, and you damn well know it," Icy almost roared at her. Darcy struck a nerve and Stormy knew otherwise. Sapphy was Icy's younger sister who was cursed by a mysterious force. Nothing could cure her, which is why Icy and her two closest witches, Darcy and Stormy, made a deal with the devils.
At that point, the 3 of their bodies started twitching uncontrollably as it felt like something, or someone would like to get out. At that moment, 3 spirits appeared from their bodies, one for each, and floated above them.
"YOU BROUGHT HOME A STRAY BITCH?!" The cyan witch ghost connected to Icy roared.
"She had nowhere to go, ancestor Belladonna," Icy pleaded. "She was outcasted by her own parents."
"At least tell us you managed to get a hold of the Staff of Solaria," the purple witch ghost connected to Darcy said. "Right?"
"We made a choice to retreat so she would be safe, Ancestor Liliss," Darcy added. "It was either her or the ring, and we picked her."
"UNBELIEVABLE!" The magenta witch ghost connected to Stormy shouted at the top of her lungs. "YOU THREE HAD ONE JOB! STEAL THE RING! INSTEAD, YOU BROUGHT HOME A USELESS, BARELY EVOLVED EARTHLING WHO DARES CALL HERSELF A WITCH" At that moment, a torrent of icicles was blasted at the ancestor's face.
"Icy, did you just blast Ancestor Tharma?" Stormy said with fear in her voice.
"You cheeky little BITCH!" Belladonna said as she dragged Icy into the air. "You dare blast my sister?"
"Call it payback for badmouthing my sister, Ancestor Belladonna," Icy smirked and chuckled. Belladonna growled at Icy and slammed her down.
"We can still salvage the day, Ancestor Tharma," Stormy said. "We have an ogre on Earth who tracking the Princess of Solaria. We can contact her."
"You better do it quickly," Tharma said as the ancestors retreated back into their bodies. At that exact moment, a crystal ball on a shelf started to glow, as if it were like a ringtone.
"And speak of the phoenix and he shall appear," Stormy said as she used her wind powers to bring it over and answered it. There was a yellow troll wearing brown overalls inside it, bowing to them.
"This better be important, Knut," Darcy said "Did you at least get the Staff of Solaria?"
"Unfortunately, not, mistress of darkness," Knut said as he bowed. "There were... complications."
"What kind of complications?" Stormy said. "I'm assuming the lack of Ghools is part of this 'complications'?
"An earth fairy was there with Stella, and she burnt all the Ghools I hired for the mission," Knut said, recapping what happened. "Forgive my ignorance, mistress of storm, but I read that earth has no magic."
"Earth had magic a long time ago, you blind oaf," Icy yelled at him. "You'd know this if you had your glasses with you!"
"Which kind of explains our newest witch, dear sister," Stormy said.
"A new witch?" Knut asked.
"Yes, Knut, a new witch," Stormy said. "We found her dying on Earth while trying to find the ring ourselves. And you will refer to her as 'mistress of metal'."
"But what about the ring, mistresses?" Knut asked. "I can't go after two fairies on my own."
"Luckily for you, I have just the thing," Icy said as out of nowhere, a blue troll in a loin cloth materialized out of thin air. and appeared next to Knut on the other side.
"A troll?" Knut said, shocked at this.
"Everyone knows that while trolls can't produce a lick of magic, they can track down any type of magic user," Darcy said as the troll came forward and sniffed Knut. As he did, he then pointed in a direction, picking up the sent.
"But if you fail again, leave the troll behind. He can't speak, so it will not be a loss for us," Icy said.
"I will not let you down, mistress of ice," Knut chuckled sinisterly as he bowed at them, as the message cut off and the trio of witches slumped down on their couch.
"Thank the dragon everything is going ok for us," Darcy said to them.
"Not all of us," Stormy interjected. "What happens when Pacifica finds out we are being used by our ancestors to steal a ring so they can cure Sapphy?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," Icy said as she looked into Pacifica's new room. "For now, we need to move her stuff in."
"But she didn't have any stuff with her," Stormy pointed out the obvious.
"Which is why we pay a little visit to Mr and Mrs Northwest," Icy said as she brought the two witches in so she could tell them her plan.
"And this is the final part of our tour, Pacifica: the dorm rooms," Griffin said as she and Pacifica strolled by the various numbered doors. "Each room can hold 4 witches and provides whatever they need to them, including free wifi, cable TV, and other expenses covered."
"I'm surprised this place knows what the internet is," Pacifica said.
"Well, we're not savages like that one book series about hiding yourself from changes," Griffin said. "But we are way more advanced than your planer, so it might take some time to get used to."
"Hey, at least I can post stuff to Twitter," Pacifica said as they saw a witch heading up.
"Headwitchstress, I didn't see you there," the girl said as she bowed to her. "Sorry, but I was unable to find another person to fill the quota."
"It's quite alright, Mirta," Griffin said to the witch. "I have already found the 100th for the quota."
"You did?" Mirta asked as she saw Pacifica. "Her? She seems kind of young..."
"Don't let her age fool you. Pacifica here is a prodigy. Heck, she only had her powers for a few hours and she managed to impress Edritrude, Zarathustra, and myself," Griffin said, kind of hyping her up.
"If that's the case, let's be friends," Mirta said, offering her hand. "I'm Mirta Offvision, Witch of Illusions. Born and raised right here on Magix."
"Pacifica Northwest, Witch of Metal," Pacifica said, shaking her hand. "I actually came from Earth."
"Earth? The magical dead zone?" Mirta asked.
"Surprisingly, yea," Pacfifca responded. "But here I am."
"That's impressive," Mirta complimented her as Griffin clears her throat.
"I believe we have arrived at your dorm, Pacifica," Griffin said as she pointed to her dorm room. Room 4-24.
"4-24? That's Wendy's birthday," Pacifica said, kind of shocked at this.
"Wait, you're sharing the dorm with Icy, Darcy, and Stormy?" Mirta said, a bit scared. "I hear those 3 have a.. split personality."
"I'm just sure those rumors are just rumors," Griffin dismissed the thought. "Plus, they did save Pacifica here from an awful home."
"I'm glad you're safe now," Mirta said, smiling at her. "Plus, my room is actually next to yours." Mirta then pointed to the room next to hers, room 4-23, to showcase. "See you in class." Mirta then went into the room while waving at Pacifica as Griffin handed her a special key.
"Welcome to the Cloud Tower College for Witches," Griffin said to her. "If you need anything at all, just let me, any of the staff, or your roommates know."
"Thank you... Headwitchstress," Pacifica said as she hugged her with tears forming in her eyes. She then lets go and heads into the room, waving goodbye at Griffin, as she checks the dorm out. It was very gothic-looking in style with a matching kitchen, living room, a bathroom door, and 4 bedroom doors. One had an I made out of ice on it, one had an S made from lighting, one had a D made out of darkness, and one had nothing on it. She knew right away which room was for each witch and which one was gonna be hers. As she did that, all 3 witches, now in matching outfits, came out of the empty room and sighed happily. "Were you three in what I'm gonna assume is my room?"
This frightened the trio as they turned to face her.
"Oh, Pacifica, there you are," Icy said. "Did you enjoy the tour?"
"Why are you three dressed like gothic anti-heroes?" Pacifica asked them.
"Oh, these? These are our action suits whenever we want to do something cool," Stormy said to her.
"Like preparing your room," Darcy said as she opened the door. "I think you might like what you see." Pacifica sees inside as she sees that everything inside it is all hers from Earth. Her clothes, her posters, her vanity, her sheets. Everything. It also had her phone on a charger as well.
"This is... my stuff?" Pacifica said as she went inside it. "Did you three go back to Earth and steal my room from me?"
"Sure did! We stole from the rich and gave to the needy," Stormy said as she playfully ruffled Pacifica's hair.
"And my parents?" Pacifica asked.
"They're sleeping off one hell of a sleep spell," Darcy said as she chuckled.
Back in Gravity Falls, Preston Northwest woke up a few minutes ago and was walking around his new house, trying to see what happened. "Honey, were we robbed?" Preston asked his wife.
"No dearie, everything is ok," Presilla said as she came back downstairs. "That gay brat's room is cleared out."
"Oh good, nothing of value got stolen," Preston said as he relaxed as he suddenly got a notification on his phone. He then screamed bloody murder at what he saw. "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"
"Darling, is everything alright?" Priscilla said as she rushed to her husband's aide.
"NO IT'S NOT! ALL OUR MONEY IS STOLEN!" Preston responded, still in that same tone of voice.
"What do we do now?" Priscilla said, worried about the future.
"Only one thing we can do, dearie, but I dread this day," Preston said as he put his phone away. "Looks like we need to get... JOBS!"
"So, you knocked out my parents, got back all my stuff, and on top of that, stole all their money?" Pacifica said, trying to recap what happened.
"By stole, we rightfully gave it all to you," Icy said, making sure there was no confusion. Pacifica checked the bank account on the phone, and saw her account was increased by a significant amount. She alone was a multi-millionaire and was not shared by her mother and father.
"You three... did so much... Thank you," Pacifica said as she started tearing up. As she did, she was suddenly hugged by all 3 witches at the same time.
"No problem, sister," Icy said.
"Glad you're safe, sister," Stormy added.
"You're very welcome, sister," Darcy added as well.
"Wait, 'sister'?" Pacifica asked of them as they all let go.
"Usually, when witches form a coven, we form a sisterhood stronger than blood and bonds," Darcy said, informing Pacifica.
"And when they mess with one of us, they mess with one of us," Stormy explained to Pacifica what that meant.
"And we want you to join our coven, the Trix," Icy offered to Pacifica as she smiled. "Want to join us?"
"Count me in... sisters," Pacifica said, agreeing to join them. She then uses her magic to transform herself into a form like the other 3. A sea green suit with elbow-long gloves with metal spikes from them, the letter P on her belt area, and a scarf woven out of metal that goes over her mouth and nose. She also gets similar eyeshadow as well.
"EEY, now you look the part," Stormy said, excited that the coven gained a new witch.
"I think she's adjusting to her new powers quite nicely," Darcy said, observing her outfit.
"We're gonna have lots of fun together," Icy said, welcoming Pacifica.
"Thank you, sisters. Now what do you say we get something to eat? It's on me."
This chapter is dedicated to Cass. I hope i did the Trix justice.