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2021-02-07
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Winx: The Heirs Of Chaos

Summary:

| Work in Progress|
The world is on fire. Bloom, the last fairy of Domino and the final protectorate of the Dragon Flame, carries the fate of the Magical Dimension on her shoulders. She is confronted with a harsh reality; The Company of Light, the Ancient Ancestral Witches, Valtor, and the endless war are not at all what they seem. Then, Valtor tells Bloom an impossible, life-altering secret that leaves the pair eternally bound to a twisted, unbreakable destiny. Bloom realizes she either must save the world or stay loyal to the Winx. But, maybe--just maybe--the last fairy of Domino will find a way to do both.

Note: Unfortunately, this story will be incomplete for the foreseeable future. Thank you for understanding!

Notes:

Necessary Information:

In order for every reader to enjoy this retelling of Winx Club, there are few things that need to be discussed and prefaced.

1. These characters aren’t mine, but I’ve loved them, bent them, hurt them, and changed them to meet the goals of this story.
2. There are the themes of violence, sex, witchcraft/magic, war, gore/blood, and swearing. The most light-hearted of folks might not find this fanfiction to be as G-rated as its children’s show counterpart. Let it be known that you’ve been warned.
3. This is a Bloom x Valtor and Bloom x Sky fanfiction. Love triangles incoming.

If a darker, YA Winx Club is what you’ve hungered for, I invite you, dear reader, to journey onwards.

For Those Who’ve Decided To Read On: An Overview on Setting and Notable Plot Changes (That don’t act as spoilers!)

This fanfiction finds its beginnings at the start of the canonical, Rai-English, Season 3 production of Winx Club. Domino is Bloom’s homeland, not Sparks. The sixth addition to the Winx Club is named Layla, not Aisha. And His name is Valtor, not Baltor.
The most critical information for you, my readers, is this: Sky is engaged to Diaspro, and he is committed to that royal obligation. Bloom and Sky are not yet romantically involved at the onset of this fanfiction. They are acquaintances, and nothing more, at the onset of this novella.

For this reason, during the Darkar arc of season 2, the ‘Dark Bloom’ plotline, effectively, is not possible and therefore has been omitted from this fanfiction’s history. The Winx defeated Darkar, Icy, Darcy, and Stormy without a Dark-Bloom component at play.

I think that’s all I can tell you for now…

Please, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The Mud

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Winx: The Heirs of Chaos

Chapter 1: The Mud

 

 

 

             Hard, nearly frozen rain berated the windows of Cloud Tower. The ground rumbled, the air seethed, hissing in and out of the mossy, overgrown, and crumbling walls of the academy. The fortitude of Cloud Tower was in question; still, it felt very much alive.

             I stood--partially hidden-- behind a wallowing willow and on the moor that bravely faced the school. I pulled my cloak around my shoulders, feeling the chill of the wet, cool, early-Autumn night seep in. I examined the building, wondering where I might find a way in.

            I knew I had to face him, but I knew not why. And, I had to see him before he saw me. Valtor. The name rang in my head like a siren.

I had so many questions. Who is he?  Why does he feel so familiar? And why on Earth was he doing such horrific, evil things?

            Certainly, Valtor was at the Solarian Princess Soiree. He was there before it started, in that staircase, and then, he was there during, when we danced. I shivered, disgusted at the memory. It felt like he knew me.

            Valtor was the gentleman who asked me to dance, who made gentle small talk, and who was graceful when I stepped on his feet. The soiree was our first unofficial meeting. At least, before Andros.

            My stomach was in knots, and heat rose to my throat. Poor Layla, I thought, gritting my teeth. I saw her ghastly, glassy, and unseeing eyes flash through my memory. Sharp fury left my hands in the form of sputtering sparks.

            Valtor knew me. Or, maybe I knew him. Although it didn’t make any sense, I could feel it—or something—in my gut that told me it was true. It didn’t matter, I decided. All that mattered was that I remembered who he was: an evil, dangerous, and beckoning force with which to be reckoned.

I found a way in. There was an unprotected entrance near the base of the building, hidden by vines. Quietly, I whispered,

           “Erunt motus.” The vines sorrowfully bowed away. In these moments, I was thankful for Flora. Then, I bit my lip, feeling my heart in my throat. Maybe, I thought, I shouldn’t have come alone.

           It was too late to think about that now, I told myself. Exhaling shakily, I wiggled at the doorknob. Locked. I sighed, taking a step back. The mud slushed and cushioned my boots. I raised my arms, held my hands open, and focused on the door.

          “Aperi ianuam.” It creaked open, and I quietly stepped inside.