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I've been wanting to do this for such a long time. I'm gonna finally rewrite the winx club cartoons as a novel of sorts. The chapters will be extremely long. There will be a lot of detail. And I will try to fill in the plot holes while still trying to keep the fairy magic element of the story. Winx club was my entire childhood and I was majorly disappointed by Fate, it was a good show just not what I imagined it would be like. Either way, behold my writing below. I would say it's crappy writing, but I hate self depreciation, ergo below you will find utter genius.

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It was the week before the Alfea School for Fairies was reopening, and Princess Stella Galahad of Solaria was to be taken to Magix by royal air force which usually meant five or more golden yellow ships flying one after the other. Trust me, it was quite the sight to see. But of course, she being the rebellious teen she was, decided to use her sceptre instead.

Boy, the fit her dad would have when he realised that his daughter had tricked an entire royal task unit but by then she would be 3 interdimensional galaxies away, or was it 4.

Stella did not have much time to think about the question because she heard footsteps nearing.

Without a second thought she recited a small chant and the usual white light encompassed her. Five minutes were spent in stasis and suddenly everything unfroze. Stella found herself in a hedge of bushes, the leaves rustling as she stood up. Dusting any remaining plant parts off her dress she looked around taking in her surroundings.

Her eyes brightened in knowing, she turned to face a big red sign and deduced that she was in a park on Earth. She shook her head to knock off the dizziness, light travel was truly tiring.

All of a sudden, she felt a tug on her sceptre, as the silver item flew out of her hand, she found herself back in the bushes. In front of her, were murky brown creatures with pincers for legs and commanding them was a yellow skinned ogre. The ogre was wearing a cedar brown dungaree and had his eyes narrowed at a spot a few feet in front of her where her sceptre lay.

“Ghouls attack” the ogre said, lifting his hand to point towards Stella, when she finally got back up on her feet, she saw about five ghouls coming towards her. Stella got a feeling that maybe taking royal transport wouldn’t have been such a bad thing.

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Lying on the East coast of the USA, Gardenia was a quaint little town. It had the feel and charm of a small town, while being big enough to have amenities like McDonalds and Starbucks, at the local mall. The place surely lived up to its name, with each roadside lined with shrubs and bushes, nosegays of flowers were a common occurrence and the central park was no less than a natural reserve.

At the mayor’s house, in one of the prettiest parts of town, a redhead girl lay sleeping in her bed. A book was fallen on the floor like it had slipped out of the owner’s hands, the walls were littered with sketches of the city’s skyline, fairies and castles, and a grey furred rabbit let out even puffs of air as he slept on his little purple bed.

The door opened silently as a middle-aged brunette lady walked in. “Bloom,” she said, lightly shaking the redhead. “Mhhm, five more minutes mom.” Bloom muttered, turning around and pulling the covers over her head once again.

The lady picked up the book from the floor and sighed. Fairies: Myth or Reality. She shook her head and placed the book on the bed side stand.

“Wake up sleepy head, the sun has been up for ages.” Vanessa jerked open the curtains, her basil green overalls becoming brighter as a result. She turned around to see her daughter was still sleeping, flaming red hair sprawled messily across the pillow and traces of dried-up drool on the corner of her mouth. Bloom groaned pushing herself deeper into the blanket.

“Oh dear! Look at the time! You’ll be late for school.”

“School!” Bloom shrieked, sitting upright in shock. She rushed out of bed leaving her pillow to droop down the side. Gathering her clothes she dashed into the bathroom, five minutes later she came out still putting on her skirt while simultaneously trying to find her socks.

Halfway through buttoning up her shirt she stopped abruptly as everything finally started to sink in. Her eyebrows set themselves in a furrow and she turned around whining.

“Mom! It’s summer, I don’t have to go to school!” Bloom ripped off her socks and crashed back into bed. “Ah, but you still fell for it didn’t you.” Vanessa said taking a seat on the side of the bed. She gathered the red hair and pulled her daughter up by the shoulders, “It really isn’t my fault you know; you go to boarding school sweetheart you should have put two and two together.” Bloom shrugged off her mother’s hands when she chuckled.

“Why do you always have to be right?” The red head said turning around to face her mom, “Call it a mother’s instinct. Also make sure to visit the flower shop today, the lord knows your aunt can’t manage it on her own.” Bloom hummed in agreement as she switched her uniform out for her regular clothes, bell bottom jeans and a blue crop top. She so needed to go shopping again.

They both ventured down the stairs as the dining room came into view. “There she is! Finally out of bed I see.” Bloom’s father, Mike, said as he flipped the newspaper pages, skimming through the content. When he received a groan in response Mike looked up from the paper towards his daughter. “Ask mom.” She replied as Vanessa sat down besides her husband giving him a peck on the cheek.

“I woke her up that’s all.” The brunette said shrugging her shoulders. Her lips were slightly upturned into a knowing smile. “Yeah, and you ruined a very good dream in the process.” Bloom snorted delving into her cereal as she scrolled through her phone. Mike laughed it off getting back to his paper.

“Hey dad, mom?” Bloom sat up a little straighter and plastered a bright smile onto her face. “Remember how I’m helping out Aunt Penny this week, and how I helped with those campaign posters, and-” She was cut-off by her father clearing his throat, indicating for her to get to the point. “Well, you see.” A sheepish smile overtook her features, “Soriah and Candice are planning a trip to Miami and I-”

“No”

“But dad!” She whined folding her arms, “No Bloom, you are not old enough to go on a trip on your own.” Her father tried to reason.

“But I’m not going to be alone, Candice’s entire family is going to be there and Soriah is having her sister tag along, they said you guys could come too. And I’m going to be a junior next year dad, a few more weeks and I’ll be 16. How is this any different than a school excursion?!” Bloom said standing up, her voice exasperated. She wasn’t a little kid anymore, all of her friends went on trips like this, why couldn’t she?

“Even if you are going to be a junior next year, you’ll always be my little girl, plus you’ve already been to Miami.” Her dad placed a hand on her shoulder. “But it’s not the same. Fine. I’m going to the shop.” Bloom said, walking out grumpily.

“She’s getting older Mike; you can’t always keep her safe.” Vanessa looked at her husband as she helped a house maid clean up the table.

“I know, doesn’t mean I can’t try right?” He said hoping that Vanessa would agree. “Right.” She replied curtly, placing the last plate on the pile and walking out. Mike put his head in his hands and groaned.

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Bloom rode her cycle out of the garage, her rabbit, Kiko, was snuggly placed in the basket nibbling at a flower, the sketchpad next to him bobbed from side to side. She passed the bushes at the crossing and speeded down the slope. On her way to the flower shop she was stopped by one of her classmates.

Bloom had known Mitzi Weber, a black-haired girl with onyx eyes, almost all her life. Ever since kindergarten when they had both tied for first place in the sand castle making competition.

“Hey Bloom!” Mitzi shouted causing the redhead to bring her bicycle to an abrupt halt. Kiko looked up from his flowers and narrowed his eyes at the girl. Bloom parked her bike and walked over to where her friend was standing. “Still riding a bike, I see, my new scooter arrived today. It’s purple.” Mitzi said, flipping her black hair over her shoulder. She had adorned glasses which had lenses that looked like pizza slices, the brown culottes she had on went down to her calves and looked perfect with the green bralette she’d worn.

Bloom looked at a scooter parked perfectly next to the neatly manicured lawn of the Weber’s. “Well, it’s nice, I guess. But I prefer my bike.” Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders as her cyan blue eyes took in the vehicle, albeit she’d been slightly jealous. But she already knew there was no point in asking for one, her parents would never let her ride anything faster than a bicycle.

“So, what are you doing this summer? Greece? Italy? France?” Mitzi said, her voice going a tad bit deeper as if she were spilling a secret.

“Well, I was going to go to Miami with my friends but apparently the lions by the beach are a little too dangerous.” Bloom mounted her bike again grinning at her friend, speaking in the same tone she had. Mitzi threw her head back and let out a chuckle, even if they did hate each other, they had something truly special.

“Bye Mitzi.” The redhead waved; her next destination was her aunt’s shop. When she arrived, she parked her bike in one of the stands and walked inside.

“We’re not open- Oh it’s you, never mind. Could you help me with this?” Her aunt Penelope, Penny for short, was a lady a few years younger than her father. She had the same blonde hair and dark blue eyes that he did, and they shared the same smile.

Bloom rushed over to her aunts side and took a few bags of seeds off the pile. Stumbling a little bit, she managed to take a few steps forward before dropping them down in a corner. “So much for helping.” She muttered to herself as she saw her aunt placing down her sack of seeds as well. Penny stood back up and heaved a sigh, placing her hands on her hip.

“Well, thanks for that sweetheart, but it seems like you’re off the hook today. Shops closed.” The blonde ran a hand through her tangled hair as she walked back to the counter. The entire store was a master piece in itself. Each shelf had a different type of flower neatly placed on it, a few plants were hanging from the ceiling and the cash counter was as neat as it could be.

“Closed, why?” Bloom walked over to where her aunt was standing and picked up a small earthen pot, examining it.

“Well, it’s the start of summer and I thought I’d take a break.” Bloom looked up at her aunt, “Then why’d you tell mom to send me here?”

“I thought you could use a break too, also I wanted to show off my organization skills.” Penny gestured to the shelf behind her and they both laughed. But it was true, the shop ever being anything but messy and all over the place was something that happened once in a blue moon. It was one of the most successful businesses in Gardenia, and the chaos of it was something enjoyable.

Bloom showed herself out as her aunt promised to come over for dinner soon, mounting her bike she went off to the park.

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Plopping down next to a tree, Bloom brought out an apple she had bought from one of the vendors outside.

Along with its beautiful beaches, Gardenia was also known for the sheer greenery you could find in and out of the town. Gardenia Central Park was the go-to place for most teenagers and book clubs. The assortment of colourful birds and flowers and the statues of the historically significant people that had been placed throughout the park, had made it a significant tourist attraction.

Bloom brought out her sketch pad and pulled the pencil from its binding. She bit into her apple and placed it down onto a piece of paper she had laid out. Kiko had run off long ago, somewhere into the grove of trees. The red head scanned the area looking for something to draw, but her eyes caught sight of something else instead.

Kiko was running towards her screeching with wide eyes, Bloom put down her book and gave all her attention to her rabbit.

“What! Kiko, what’s the matter?” Kiko face planted a foot or two in front of her, alarmed Bloom stood up, as did her bunny, he started hopping up and down, pointing in the direction he had come from. Bloom took a few steps forward, Kiko sprinted off back into the trees with his owner blazing hot on his trail.

After a few minutes of running Kiko came to a stop and jumped onto a tree stump. Bloom hid behind a tree, lightly gasping at the sight in front of her. There were explosions, a lot of explosions, most of them were yellow but some of them were a reddish brown. It took a few minutes for her to understand, but Bloom managed to see through the heat of whatever was happening in front of her.

Those weren’t explosions, they were over-sized grasshoppers with crab feet.

Whatever was going on here was totally not normal, or a movie set, but judging by the lack of cameras she had no choice but to go with the first option. Bloom didn’t know what to make off this, suddenly she was left gobsmacked, her jaw dropping almost comically, when she recognized the blonde girl. She started to piece what was happening, the parts of it she could see from behind the tree.

The girl was being attacked by a huge yellow thing, which she could tell was an ogre from the years she had spent reading about mythical creatures, and the odds were not in her favour. There were also those grasshoppers, the ones with feet that looked deadly enough to cut through metal. They seemed to be under the control of the ogre, from what she could see the girl looked helpless.

Bloom mustered up all the courage she could, right from the bottom of her freshly painted toes to the tips of her flaming red hair. She stepped out of her hiding place as her bunny looked on at her, like he was saying goodbye.

“Hey you!” uh oh.

She probably shouldn’t have done that, all the commotion stopped. The blonde girl turned towards her; eyes wide like she’d just been caught sneaking out after curfew. The ogre on the other hand, wasn’t anything but angry. Releasing a guttural growl, he screamed in frustration as he pushed down the dumbstruck blonde in her moment of vulnerability, snatching the sceptre from her hands in the process.

He ran towards Bloom, his ghouls following after him. As for the redhead, she was paralyzed, from the shock and the fear and the sinking feeling of despair. The hope that this had all been yet another one of her daydreams was slowly diminishing as the big yellow creature neared. Kiko squeezed his balled-up form tighter, thinking it would avoid him being spotted.

Before she knew it, the ogre had her in his grasp. His nails dug into her side and Bloom failed to form anything except a silent scream as fear once again over took her. But this time it was different. This time the fear didn’t make her want to run for the hills, or wish that she was safely tucked in her bed at home. This time it felt empowering, that’s when she realised that this wasn’t fear. Then or when she started glowing.

A red flame over took her, her crystal blue eyes reflecting a fire. A strong energy source let out from her core as the ogre was shot back into a tree as a result, drowsiness getting the best of him as he fell down sideways to the ground with a thud. A few seconds later when he came to, he had a feral look in his eyes. Clapping, he vanished, the ghouls materializing with him.

Bloom felt exhausted, the euphoric sensation she was feeling a few minutes ago was now replaced with a hundred layers of tired. Her legs gave way and she lay panting on the ground, after her breath had paced itself once more, she sat up. A shadow came over her as she lifted her head to find the blonde girl staring back at her, curiosity stirring in her hazel eyes.

“Hey Bloom,” The girl said sitting down with a small smile, it was now that the redhead finally got a chance to properly look at her. Golden yellow hair was evenly distributed into two knee long pony tails, she was clad in a yellow crop top and matching skin tight shorts, the tan skin of the blonde was sparkling quite a bit. She had held one hand out towards Bloom, the other held a long, silver rod, except it wasn’t a rod, it was topped off with a circular structure, in the middle of which was a gold gem with a seal imprinted on it. But what was most unusual was the set of wings that seemed to be growing out of her back.

“Hey Stell, wanna explain what just happened?” Bloom said, taking her friends hand. “Yeah, I suppose I have a lot of explaining to do,” Stella started, laughing nervously, “But only if you answer a question, truly and honestly.” Bloom nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly, thinking of what the question could be.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were, like, a fairy?”

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The air smelt of smoke, you could almost feel the negativity in the surrounding areas. There was an eery silence, no sounds could be heard except that of someone moving.

All of a sudden, the room was filled with fog. In the midst of it all were three shadows, girl figures with wild hair. You couldn’t tell much, what with all the smoke and fog around them. All you could truly see were the palms of their hands, which were lightly glowing.

The middle one had a long pony tail and a soft white glow in her hands, the girl to her right had let her hair down and her palms gave off a purple glow, the last girl had frizzy hair, like frizzy hair, and her fingers crackled with blue sparks of lightning.

“Knut!” One of them called, her voice was deep and smooth. The three stood in a circle, fog was laced in between their stance. In the midst of their circle an ogre appeared. The ogre, Knut, had burn marks on his skin from the recent battle.

“Where is the sceptre?” Another shrill voice asked, the air became chilly and the temperature dropped. “I don’t have it, mistresses.” Knut responded; his eyes nervously scanned the ground. “And why do you not have the sceptre?” There was a clap of lightning as the last girl spoke, her tone was somewhat more comforting. Knut swallowed heavily not removing his gaze from the ground.

“Knut you useless ogre.” The shrill voice erupted, her patience breaking.

“Why didn’t we just hire his cousin again?” the ground gave off a sizzling voice as sparks were seen near her feet. “Because someone decided to have a heart.” the shrill voice replied, her shadow could be seen turning to her right “Well excuse me for trying to make a good decision” The speaker tilted her head, long flowing hair moving along with it.

“Ex-Excuse me, mistresses?” Knut asked.

“What!”

“I’m so sorry”

“Sorry, your sor-”,

“Icy, don’t. Knut, why do you not have the sceptre?” the lightning near her feet increased as patience began to wear. “Kind hearted freak”, the shrill voice, Icy, muttered.

“Well, mistress, I had the sceptre with me and I was about to leave but then this Earth girl appeared. And she had power, lots of it. She blasted my ghouls and me back in seconds. She’s smart too, she got me close to her and then used the closeness to amplify the effect.”

“Earth girl.”, disgust was laced in her voice, the room suddenly felt darker. “Power, you said she had power. She could be useful to us.” The shrill voice pondered. “What did she look like Knut?” The deep voice asked as the purple glow in her hands magnified.

“Well, uh, see, she was, uh, a girl?”

“Knut!”

“Stupid ogre wear your glasses!” The fog thickened, the air was much colder than before, small flakes of snow could be seen if you squinted your eyes hard enough.

“Y-yes mistress. But I have her scent on some of my ghouls. To us it means nothing, but to a hunting troll. I know one in the back lands; he’s got nothing to lose.”

“Fine, go. And this time, make sure you come back with the sceptre.” The shrill voice ordered, the fog retreated and so did the girls.

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There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Bloom was sipping on her water while Stella scarfed down some cookies.

“Sorry, I’m kind of drained.” The blonde sheepishly admitted, she wiped of the crumbs from her face with a napkin. Stella was out of her fairy attire now; the wings had seemed to vanish in to thin air and her sparkling clothing changed into a yellow sundress. There was silver tiara with a sole yellow gem in the middle placed on her head. The sceptre in her hands had seamlessly turned into a ring, now fitted onto her finger.

“Yeah,” Bloom looked up at her friend for a minute before averting her gaze to the floor once more. She too had changed into something different, a blue sweater and white jeans. Bloom was confused to say the least, she had known Stella since they met each other when they were five. She knew that the blonde lived in Europe so she hardly visited. She knew that Stella was a year older to her, she knew shopping was her favourite pass time, she knew she wasn’t close to her parents, she knew almost all her likes and dislikes.

Then how had she not known this, or maybe she didn’t know anything about her friend. Even if it was hard to admit sometimes, Bloom knew that Stella was the only true friend she had, even if they saw each other less than ten times a year. They had a special connection, not the bickering kind, like she had with Mitzi. But the sisterly kind, where they could sense each other’s feelings, it was like a sixth sense. Calling when they felt that the other one was down, or completing each other’s sentences.

“Hey Bloom,” The redhead broke out of her thoughts and looked up at her friend. “I think I should start explaining now.” Stella sat cross legged on the bed and placed her now empty tray of cookies on the bed side table. Bloom nodded, indicating that she was ready to listen.

“I’ll start with the basics and just humour me for now, okay?” Stella adjusted herself, pulling a pillow on to her lap. “I’m a fairy, I do magic. The world you see is a fraction of a fraction of what actually exists. I’m from Solaria, it’s a major planet so about a few million times the size of earth, but we’ll get to the interdimensional geography later.” She saw Blooms eyes widen, noticing that she was about to say something, Stella continued.

“Humour me, remember. Anyways, the schooling system is a little different where I’m from, in about a week I’m going to start high school. Well restart, I kind of failed a year. So, I was supposed to take the royal spacecraft that my dad had ordered for, but I thought it was smart to make my grand entrance on my own.” Nervously giggling she went on, “I heard someone following me and in the panic of it all I ended up teleporting myself here, on Earth, because that was the last place I’d used my sceptre to travel to. But when I arrived, I noticed those hideous creatures had followed me. I would have been dead meat had you not arrived.”

Stella finished her explanation, she only briefly talked about what had happened, she didn’t want Bloom to freak, not if she was somehow going to convince her to join Alfea.

Bloom stared at the wall in front of her, her left eye was on the verge of twitching and her mouth was wide open. “Bloom?” Stella placed a hand on her shoulder bringing the redhead out of her initial shock.

“Stella you cannot possibly be serious.” Bloom turned around to look at her friend, “Bloom you were there, you saw it happen.”

“I know and I believe you, I just thought I’d be crazy if I didn’t say that at least once.” She shrugged her shoulders, much calmer than before. Stella laughed at the frankness and ease of how her friend took the new found information. “Now if you could get to the part where I start to glow.”

“Oh yeah, that. I’ve tried to make sense of it, but it’s all too confusing. How your powers remained hidden for so long, that’s more of something a professional would look into. But I’m pretty sure you are a fairy, that was a sick energy blast by the way.” Stella took the pillow off her lap and stood up, walking over to the desk. There was a piece of paper with a drawing of a girl, that resembled her quite a bit, and an incomplete picture of the ogre she’d been fighting.

“I haven’t seen this one before, you did this today?”

“Yeah, when you were sleeping. I just wanted to; I don’t know; I’ll throw it away it’s not that good anyways.” Bloom stalked over to where Stella was standing and looked at the picture. “What! No, I like it. Still amazes me how you’re so good at this.” Both the girls laughed together, the tenseness between them long forgotten. They joked and talked about the absurdity of the situation for about an hour before the inevitable came up.

“So, how are you going to, like, tell your parents.” Once Stella had asked the question the laughter ceased. Bloom chewed on the inside of her cheeks as she stared at the wall. Stella rested her chin in her palms as she cleared her throat. “Well?”

“Okay” The redhead sighed, getting off her bed. “Let’s rip this bandage off.”

Bloom walked out of the room and begrudgingly went down the stairs. She had was pacing down slower than a snail when Stella shoved her in the shoulders, resulting in Bloom stumbling down a few steps before she latched onto the railing, stopping herself from plummeting to the bottom. Bloom glared at Stella, while the latter sheepishly smiled ignoring her friend’s evil eye.

They both checked the office and formal dining area before finding the parents talking in the kitchen:

“I’m just saying, since it has nut in it, we should pronounce it Nutella.”

“No, Mike. It’s pronounced Nutella. Not Nutella. It’s been confirmed.”

“But Vanessa-”

“It doesn’t matter what you think. There is a right way to do everything and the right way to pronounce Nutella is Newt-Ell-A. It’s on the website.”

The argument stopped when both the adults heard the clearing of a throat. They turned around to find their daughter and her blonde friend, leaning on the doorway.

“So…this is what you do when I’m at school?” Bloom said, cheekily raising an eyebrow at her parents, both of whom laughed it off. They focused their attention on Stella, rather on her unannounced visit. Stella raised her hand and awkwardly waved at them, which seemed to get Mike and Vanessa out of their trance.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear. Come, sit down Stella. Do you want anything to eat?” Vanessa fussed, her hands frantically waving in the air. Mike placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a knowing look which seemed to make the brunette calm down. Vanessa nervously laughed as she went back to placing the groceries in the cabinets.

“No, thank you I’m full.” Stella walked over with Bloom and they both went to sit down on one of the empty barstools. “Now, I don’t mean to be rude and we absolutely love spending time with you Stella, but what are you doing here?” Mike said, earning him a smack upside the head from his wife, whom he just glowered back at. Redirecting his attention once again to the hazel eyed blonde, he smiled sweetly, urging her to answer the question.

“Well, you see. Uh, well, it’s complicated.” Stella said, unsure of how to put it in words. Vanessa was now done with her work and walked over to the island, her look mirroring the confused one her husband sported. “Bloom,” Stella’s voice was now high pitched, her forced smile making her cheeks hurt.

“Me! I thought you were going to tell them.” Bloom whisper-yelled, her friend mentally slapped herself.

“Going to tell us what?” Vanessa had her eyebrows furrowed as a worried frown graced her features. Mike had perplexity and worry swirling in the deep blue of his eyes as well. “And, are those burn marks on your arms. Bloom, what is going on?!” Vanessa’s voice grew louder as she spoke.

“Um, well, you see, Stella.” Bloom panicked, her eyebrows were raised and her nails dug into the skin of her palm. She thought it was going to be easy, she had thought that Stella would tell them about the whole fairy dilemma, show them a magic trick or two to prove the point and then, well then, she had only thought through her plan till there. Whatever happened next was, to be decided.

“I’m a fairy and the Princess of Solaria.” Stella blurted out, she stood up, her hand gripping the island tightly as she leaned forward on it. The sharp edges of the marble leaving crease marks on her palm. Mike and Vanessa burst into a fit of laughter. Bloom and Stella exchanged a glance, the former gulping while the latter sighed. “Mom, dad. She’s not kidding.” The redhead stood up; the laughter dwindled down. “Sorry, sorry. We’ll play along with this prank of yours. Go on sweetheart.” Vanessa said, Mike had his mouth covered with his hand to avoid any chuckles from escaping.

“Just, it’s true okay. You’ll have to trust me; this is not a prank. I was supposed to go to Alfea, but I got busted while trying to escape and some ogre ended up following me and he had ghouls. Nasty ghouls and he smelled awful.” Stella whined.

“Yeah, I saw her when I was at the park and look, these marks are not paint mom. They’re from actually fire. Fire that shot out of my hands.” Bloom said rolling up her sleeves to reveal a few blisters she had received on her forearm, she herself took some time to look at them this time. They seemed to have healed up considerably since she last saw them.

Mike and Vanessa, looked at each other. They were both feeling two emotions, one being the urge to laugh out loud and the other to put aside the massive number of holes in the story and connect the dots they were being shown. As if through telepathy, they nodded at each other at the same time, the look on their face suggested that they were actually thinking about the possibility of all of this happening in real life.

Vanessa opened her mouth to say something. But before she could get a word out, they all heard a crash, Kiko hopped into the room in a frenzy. He jumped onto the barstool and hid behind Bloom and Stella, cowering in fear. Another crash was heard, and the thumping of multiple large feet. All four of them looked at each other with wide eyes, hearts racing. Then they heard the door being knocked down.

A big blue creature with long dreadlocks stood before them. He was clad in nothing more than animal skin around his waist and large metal bearings on his wrists. Besides him was the ogre from earlier that day, his look hadn’t changed that much, except for a few bits of charred skin here and there. The squad of crimson red ghouls at his feet looked much more energetic and hungrier, their pincers shaking from the need to dig into human flesh and suck the blood from it dry.

“Well, would you look at that. We believe you.” Mike said in a low voice, his left hand was vibrating and he swallowed the litres of saliva forming in his mouth, gripping his wife’s hand tightly.

There was a flash of yellow light and, oddly enough, the hum of a song playing in the background. Before they knew it, Stella was standing in front of them in all of her fairy-ly glory. She shot a chain of blasts of light at the ghouls, weakening them.

“Good, now through stuff at them for a bit won’t you. I need to make a call.”

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Brandon walked into his dormitory; one he had been sharing with Prince Sky of Eraklyon ever since they had started attending Red Fountain last year.

The Red Fountain School for Specialists and Heroes, was one of the best of its kind. With the exterior coated in a yellowish cream color and the top of each tier lined with orange tinted bricks. The signature red and blue flag always fluttered lightly in the breeze. Rested on a plateau in the midst of the Gloomy Wood forests near the Barrier Mountains on Magix, Red Fountain was as serene as it could get. For a military school.

Combing through his sunshine blonde hair, Brandon scanned the room, ocean blue eyes landing on one of the beds. The boy lying on the bed was flipping through the pages of a thick book, highly engrossed in the text.

“Prince Sky, reading a book on his first day at military school. Typical.” Brandon walked over to where Sky was now sat up. He went over to ruffle his brunette comrade’s hair which, said brunette, quickly dodged. The blonde peeked over his friend’s shoulder and looked at the pages, lightly scoffing. “Beginner’s guide to mind games on the battlefield. Seriously.” He said, placing his suitcase on his bed and walking out to get the rest.

“What! It’s one of our books from last year, thought I’d revise it.” Sky inspected the book, he shook his head and looked up, his chocolate brown eyes shot up to meet those of Brandon’s, who was walking in with the last of his luggage. They both stood there quietly staring at each other. That moment got awkward really quick.

“Now, now your highness. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a crush on squire boy here.”

A magenta haired boy who looked around the same age as the other two walked in, lips pulled into a smirk. He leaned on the empty table as both boys scowled at him. “What, I’m just saying. You two have crazy chemistry.” He said as he walked over to Brandon’s half of the room and expertly destroyed the neatly folded stacks of clothing that had been placed on the bed.

“Riven! Seriously, my mom spent a lot of time ironing those!” The blonde whined, as he turned to face his chuckling friend. Sky shook his head and went back to his book. “Oh, don’t fret your curls,” Riven started, flicking the ends of Brandon’s shoulder long hair, “I’ll fold them back. Also, I think Timmy is having a minor panic attack.”

“Minor panic attack.” Sky sat up alarmed. “Did something happen? Is he okay?” The brunette jumped off his bed and scurried out of the door into the dorm next to his.

Timmy and Riven’s dormitory had the same generic layout that Sky and Brandon’s did, the same went for the rest of the school. Two beds and two study desks along with a wall entirely utilized as a wardrobe. Each dorm also had its own personal bathroom. And currently, Timmy had his head inside the toilet of his.

Sky heard the retching noises and knocked on the door of the bathroom. “Yeah.” He heard a groan from the other side. “Is it okay if I come in?” The brunette said, eyes swirling with worry. “Mhhm.” Came another groan, slightly pushing open the door Sky went and kneeled down next to the redhead.

“You okay?” He asked, rubbing his friend’s spine. Timmy nodded quietly. A minute later Brandon peeked in, a bottle of water in his hands, his face sporting a friendly smile. He would have stepped inside had the space not already been so crammed. Both the boys helped Timmy get up and walked him outside. They sat him down on the bed and Riven handed him his glasses, once the spectacles were properly placed on the bridge of his nose the redhead smiled sheepishly, looking up at his friends.

“Are you alright Timmy? You know what you don’t look alright. I’m pretty sure Nurse Anna has a spell for this. We could visit the infirmary. Or we could not, depends on you really.” Sky was broken out of his rant when the burgundy haired specialist slapped his hand onto his mouth. Riven gave the brunette a glare as he noticed Timmy get queasy again.

“No, I’m fine Sky. Thanks, guys.” The redhead said tracing the rim of the empty water bottle in his hands. “Well, that’s good. Although I would certainly like to know how that happened?” Brandon calmly said as he sat on the bed beside Timmy.

“Huh, oh yeah. That was just the after math of some of that makaronen I had on the trip here.” Timmy admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck. All the boys burst into laughter, when it finally subsided, Brandon and Sky went back to their dorm and resumed unpacking, as did Timmy and Riven.

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While school didn’t start for another week, a lot of the students who came from realms from all corners of the magical dimensions had space trips that lasted a few days minimum. So, the school gates opened a week or two before semester officially started to give the students time to settle in comfortably and explore the area.

The students who had arrived early were currently seated in the dining hall eating the school chef, Giovanni Sefoglia’s famed welcome dish, pollo and formaggio enchiladas. He had first made them when he became the chef at Red Fountain, and the students had taken so many refills that day, he had to go back to the kitchen and prepare another batch. It had been the traditional dinner for the week before school started ever since.

Brandon, Sky, and Timmy were seated at one of the long tables, students chattering besides them. “Did you know that apples are actually 25% air? It’s why they float in water.” Timmy said as he watched Brandon stab his fork into his food. “Woah, don’t murder the thing squire boy!” Riven sat down, the metal plate clunking as he dropped it on the table, a bit of the gravy spilled down the corner. Brandon opened his mouth to answer when they all heard the squeal of a microphone.

On the podium at the front of the dining hall stood the head master of Red Fountain. Saladin Sanderson was an old man; at the very least a century or two. Albeit he wasn’t too tall, the warlock made up for his height in magic and wisdom, a member of the company of light when it was still in action, Saladin was a great warrior and had shown his worth on the battle field. He cleared his throat, onlooking the hall of students in front of him.

“My dear students and specialists, I would like to thank you all for choosing Red Fountain. Whether you are a newcomer or returning student, know that you will be welcomed with open arms by the staff and your fellow peers. Since you still have a day before classes officially start you are welcome to go out and explore the nearby city. I expect you to be back before curfew and I wish you the best for this school year. We shall meet again once the semester begins. I will not take up any more of your time. Have a nice night” And with that headmaster Saladin went back to sit at his table along with his fellow colleagues.

He was clad in a creme tunic and white pyjama; his eyes were a silvery grey matching his hair. He always held his staff which had a dragon head at its tip, a gift from an old friend. Next to him was Codatorta Matthews, the institute's dragon master, teacher for ranged combat and Saladin’s right-hand man. He was very well built and had his hair in an army cut, he wore a grey zip up shirt with no sleeves and khaki-coloured pants. He had a goatee which was connected to his side burns and piercing onyx eyes that could make any student shiver with fear

Besides the dragon master, chomping down on the cheesy delicacy, sat Pugston Erik, the professor for mechanical engineering and analytics and strategies. He was a small elf, who looked more like a dwarf, but an elf nonetheless. He was usually dressed in all purple and at times looked like Rumpelstiltskin due to his never-ending beard. But his kind brown eyes clubbed with his rose-pink hair could tell anybody that he was a nice and kind hearted person.

Opposing the small elf was Anna Drew, a fairy and the only female presence in the school. The young lady was a nurse and had long black hair, beautiful hazel eyes and a warm smile, according to the students, the only flaw she had was not dating one of them. She was the person every boy at red fountain once had a crush on.

At the end of the table sat, as per Saladin, two of the most important men at the institute. Johnathan Wellings, the dragon stables cleaner, and Patrick Gardner, the keeper of the arsenal. While both jobs were simple at first glance, most guys would agree with the fact that they were the hardest and that you had to have guts to clean up a stable full of dragon droppings and stay in a room full of sharp knives and weapons all day. Voluntarily.

Lastly, an unusually tall elf by the name of Inchel Finhad walked into the room a few minutes after the faculty of teachers had sat down. By unusually tall, I don't mean a 6'2 elf, by unusually tall I mean a 7'6 giant. He taught his class wind riders and battle transport. A serious man, with serious grey eyes and serious white hair. He usually had to bend down to walk through doors.

The last two members of the staff were the ogres Calcolo, who taught hand to hand combat, and Guto, the school cleaner, but they had yet to arrive.

Once most of the students were done with their dinner, the hall started to slowly clear. Brandon and Sky walked out, bidding their farewells to Timmy and Riven who were yet to finish their food. They walked up the winding staircase, admiring the age-old architecture of the school. Arriving at their dorm, Brandon brought up the key card and the door opened with a click.

After they had both changed out of their uniforms, they sat down on their beds which were now covered in coloured bedsheets in contrast to the pale white ones which the school provided. The entire room had been personalized, the empty tables were full of books, picture frames and little trinkets. Both the boys were laughing over something Sky had received on his phone.

“Oh man.” The brunette wheezed before he finally calmed down. Brandon on the other hand was nowhere close to sobering up. He laughed loudly, doubling over and after a few more minutes his laughter subsided as well.

Sky had his head rested on the head board of his bed while Brandon was lain, his head hanging off of the mattress. “Dragon, can you believe it? We’re sophomores now. Two more years and it’s those official looking badges of bravery. We’ll be certified heroes.” The blonde said as he made shapes with his fingers. “Those official looking badges” Sky started, walking up to the door after they heard a knock on it, “are called medallions. And of course, we’re getting older. Time doesn’t exactly stop you know.”

“Actually, it’s been proven that time can be stopped. Some experiment on Callisto. They created this vortex, nobody really knows what goes on in it, but apparently-” The rest of Timmy’s words were muffled out by Riven’s hand. Both of them had come in and messed up whatever tidiness the dorm had. Well, Riven did.

“Nobody needs to know Timster. So, what’s this about getting old. Last I checked, I got a few hundred more years to live.” The magenta haired boy said, he grabbed a water from one of the cabinets and plopped down on Brandon’s chair. Timmy made himself comfortable on the other chair, wrapping an afghan around himself.

“We know Riven.” Brandon got off Sky’s bed and on to his own, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. The screen lit up and he scrolled down. Timmy and Sky got to talking about some concert they’d both been to this summer. Riven fiddled with his water bottle a bit before joining Brandon on the bed, they both began playing some game on his phone.

All the boys were engrossed in their talk when Sky’s phone rang. Timmy stopped talking and Brandon and Riven both scowled at the prince. “You know I was just about to win that point!” The burgundy haired specialist said, he ran his hand through his spiky hair. “You were about to win the point! I was about to win the point!” The blonde exclaimed; an incredulous look spread over his features. Both boys started arguing with each other up till Timmy huffed at them and whispered for them to stop when he saw Sky’s expression get serious.

“Yeah, of course. We’ll be right there.”

“And where exactly will we be?” Riven inquired earning him a flick to the forehead, which he was going to return back when he froze in mid-air hearing the response. As did Brandon and Timmy, who craned their necks to look at the prince.

“Say that again now, won’t you?”

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“No, that was an antique!” Vanessa shrieked at the troll who was currently trashing the china cabinet. The troll then smashed a serving dish a few inches to her right, making the brunette lady screech. She shot her hand behind the island in the hopes of grabbing something, a ladle or a spatula, what she got instead was a fork. Groaning at her bad luck Vanessa had no choice but to make the best out of the situation, she punched the fork into an apple and went charging into battle.

She only realized how under weaponed she was when the troll lifted up the dining table in response. Thankfully before the big blue creature was able to demonstrate how wonderfully gravity worked, a flash of light blasted the table into bits, right in its hands. Vanessa turned to find a brightly glowing Stella blow the smoke out of her brightly glowing hands, a smirk on her feature. “That was so epic right? One might even say it was lit.” Vanessa gave her a blank look.

“No? Isn’t that how Earth jokes work?”

On the other side of the kitchen Mike ran behind the counter while throwing baby carrots at the red ghouls that were ready to cut into his flesh the minute they could get onto it. Bloom stood back-to-back with her father, throwing chick peas and mini loaves of multigrain bread at the screeching ghouls that were coming at her.

“Bloom, sweetie?” The blonde man asked. “Mhhm.” His daughter responded as she swatted off another disgusting creature. “How-how exactly do we kill these things? I’m running out of carrots and the potatoes are on the other side of the room!” He shouted, breaking a carrot into half and blindly throwing them into opposite directions.

“I don’t know dad. Here.” The redhead said, trying to kick of some ghouls while handing her dad three loaves of bread. “Just three?” But after receiving a wicked look from Bloom, Mike decided to do with it what he could.

Stella and Vanessa were standing opposite to each other, the fairy was shooting balls of light at the ogre and troll, while Vanessa swung apples at them.

“Okay, this is gonna get a little overwhelming.” Stella said, the sunlight in her hands was glowing wilder and wilder. “Mr. and Mrs. Ross I’m going to need you to get into another room. Bloom take the ghouls outside!” Everybody did as directed, Knut understood what Stella said and tried to block the entrances but was unsuccessful with all the stumbling of the clueless troll.

After Bloom saw her parents exit the room, she grabbed all the bread she could and ran out of the house, the ghouls were all following behind her. Like ants to their queen. Arriving at the backyard, she thanked her lucky stars that their house was a little bit more secluded and had a clear view of the beach which was a few miles away. And closed at night.

The ghouls crowded at her feet as she struggled to break the bread into bits. She spotted a moving pot draw closer to her. The red beasties seemed notice it as well because they stopped swarming at her feet. All eyes followed the metal utensil as it scurried from left to right, and all other directions. Bloom foolishly decided to pick up the pot, inside it was a scared Kiko, his shivering was making the pot vibrate. The girl only realized the consequences of her actions once the ghouls started growling again.

But before any of them could pounce on her, she heard the noise of glass shattering and out flew the yellow ogre. Landing right onto his precious minions, squashing them to pulp. Bloom wasn’t even sure if a wiper would be enough to scrape all of that undead material off.

She mentally thanked Stella and decided that her friend was a true magical genius. That was until the fairy crashed out of a window herself, rubbing the side of her bleeding stomach. The redhead rushed over to her.

“Dragon, that hurts.” The blonde muttered as she tried to sit up, Bloom supported her by slipping an arm onto her waist and leaning her friend on her shoulder. “Oh, when are they going to get here. I should’ve just called the institute instead.” Bloom was utterly confused, having absolutely no idea what Stella was going on about. Once the fairy noticed the perplexed look on the redhead’s face, she shook her head and gave a failed attempt at standing up again. Knut had come out of his dazed trance, the troll on the other hand was destroying garden gnomes.

The ogre gathered what few ghouls of his remained, which by the by were still quite a lot, and let out a growl, which seemed to be code for something since the troll came running back to him, ruining the flower beds in the process. The yellow beast came charging down the path in the yard. Bloom and Stella were both out of ideas and the ogre seemed to have muted out the potatoes that were being thrown at him by the adults. With a flick of his wrist, he flung Bloom right into the firepit on the other side of the yard.

Stella was slowly inching away, the ring enclosed in the palm of her hands. Little beads of sweat seemed to be taking over her body, her eyes widened. The ogre let out a maniacal growl and wrapped his arm around her bloody torso, lifting the fairy in the air before vigorously shaking her. The blonde screamed, but all of a sudden, she was thrown onto the ground, landing right next to Bloom in the firepit.

Bloom was in awe. Four boys dressed in navy blue and white full body suits, had seemed to materialize out of a whirlpool of blue dashes and lights. The magenta haired boy who had lassoed the ogre with something that looked like a modern-day bola, was standing hand on hip with a smug look on his face. He had mismatched eyes, one grey, one purple which went perfectly together and had very spiky hair.

Besides him was a lanky boy with glasses and faded orange hair, one hand utilized in holding the gun, while the other was set on the trigger. His hazel eyes were scanning the surrounding, taking in everything around them, it looked like he was formulating a plan in his brain.

“Okay, there aren’t a lot of magical resources in the area. Let’s try a three-pronged rescue op!” The boy with the glasses announced, he turned his head to look at the brunette next to him. The brunette boy was tall and lean, with chiselled features and chocolate brown eyes. You could say he was the serious one, but the boyish charm radiating off of him gave it away. He held a broad green sword which was glowing, it might have been mistaken for one of those toy lightsabers had it not been used to chop down a few of the ghouls.

“Sounds like a plan-” The brunette was interrupted by the magenta haired boy, “Oh Timmy, ever the strategist. Let’s not complicate things, I’ll handle this.”

“One summer at swashbuckler camp doesn’t mean you can go solo on an ogre, Riven.” The last one of the boys exasperated. He had sunshine blonde hair that reached his shoulders and sky-blue eyes. His figure was lean and he was easily the tallest in the group, he had a squared face and angled eyebrows. He was leaning on a bright blue sword which looked similar to what the brunette boy was holding, except his was slimmer and longer.

“Oh, shut up Brandon!” The magenta haired boy, Riven, said to the blonde. He retracted his bola, which seemed to be attached to the glove on his wrist. Swinging his purple lightsaber which was not a lightsaber, he rushed in to combat with the ogre. Knut, irritated due to the rope which was previously on his neck, had lost all heed of his original mission and was now focused on showing the four boys who was boss.

After receiving a cut on his arm due to Riven’s blade, Knut roared in anger and swung the boy over his head, throwing him right in between the girls, into the fire pit. He huffed in irritation before standing up and running back to his friends. Stella rolled her eyes at his childish antics before returning her attention to the other boys. The ogre had now taken a side seat and was ordering his ghouls at them, while the troll took centre stage.

“I rest my case.” The blonde, Brandon, said after observing Riven fail colossally. “Not the time. Timmy, I think it’s time we put that plan to action.” The brunette turned around to look at his copper haired friend who was loading his gun, Timmy sent a nod his way as he shot grenades at troll’s feet. “Your turn Sky!” He shouted to the brunette; Sky sent his blade smashing down creating a rift in the greenery. As soon as the grenades went off, the troll lost his balance and slipped into the crevasse.

Brandon and Riven were fighting off the ghouls, the blonde’s hand was going sore as the crimson red creatures banged repeatedly on his shield. Riven brought down his blade on the horde of ghouls while Brandon expertly took out another one with his.

The ghouls scattered, most of them regrouped and went back to attacking the boys, a few which had not been able to find their way back, closed in on Bloom and Stella. Both the fairies were now well rested and recharged. “Take that!” The blonde said, shooting a blast of light out of her hand, her wound had cleaned up considerably well and she could now stand up.

In the heat of the moment, Bloom felt that unknown feeling arise again. A heat wave surged out of her core as she shot a wicked ball of fire from her hands. The ghouls, who clearly did not like the heat, instantly shied away and swiftly crawled behind the ogre. Seeing that the situation wasn’t going to turn out in his favour, Knut clapped his hands and he and his ghouls materialized into thin air, just as they had earlier that day.

The troll, who was now stranded and left alone, was weak. All four of the boys encircled him, as did Stella. He gave up and let himself be tied up by Timmy and Brandon.

“Guys, this is Bloom. Bloom the guys. They’re specialists from Red Fountain.” Stella told her friend, who heard nothing but lucid words and was close to collapsing. Stella placed a hand on her shoulder steadying the redhead. Bloom’s eyes were squinted, the tired sensation that she had felt when she used her magic for the first time, returning.

“How about we do that later, you two don’t look too good and Riven here got a bit beat up.” Brandon said as he locked his eyes with the drowsy ones of Bloom. He rushed over to her side and carefully propped her up against his arm. Sky shot a worried glance at Stella and went over to assist her as well.

Timmy tried to heave Riven’s built figure onto his own slender one, but failed. Mike and Vanessa came over and helped the boy, all of them retreated into the house. Mike looked over at his yard and sighed.

“I don’t think insurance is going to cover this.” Vanessa placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head. “I think we have bigger problems than that.” Mike nodded, not being able to believe what he just saw, looking over to the immobile troll who had been recking his home not too long ago. The boys had injected it with some weird liquid, but it had seemed to do the trick.

He heard his wife telling the teenagers to find a room and get some rest, that this was a problem to be dealt with tomorrow. And he couldn’t agree with it more, as he walked inside himself, hoping maybe this was all a dream, but he knew better than to believe that. All he could do now was wish the neighbours hadn’t heard the ruckus.

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Good bye.

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