ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ avada kedavra [Riven | Fate - The Winx Saga]

08

"You're in desperate need of a hobby," sounded a voice that, as it turned out, belonged to Stella, taking a run-down book out of Sierra's hand and holding out her own hand in return, "Come on. One day you'll regret not having enjoyed your time. A few hours, would be a start."

"You call the specialists a hobby," Sierra began to laugh, and shaking her head followed by a little snort, looked at the large meadow that surrounded the school, "What kind does it count as for you? It's one of those boring...."

"Come along now," Sierra was interrupted by Stella, who had taken the blonde by the upper arm and pulled her up onto her feet, "And, if you'll be a good girl and come along now, I'll tell you a story. A truly creepy one. In the truest sense of the word."

Truly spooky. In the truest sense of the word. Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary. It was to be expected that Stella's story would be just as 'creepy' as the X Factor stories.

It all started when Stella Bloom, that was the redhead from the new year, had given her ring so that she could go back home, to the human world. The redhead had grown up with the humans, not knowing that there was such a thing as fairies, let alone that this one was one herself. Oh yes, besides, this Bloom, was no ordinary fairy, but a changeling.

On Sierra's remark, what should be so scary about it now, if someone grew up as a human, the light fairy hit her with the back of her hand against the shoulder and told her that she should just wait and listen, because this was only the beginning and everything else, would still come.

In the human world, an incident then occurred. Her annoying roommates, as Stella called them, had followed Bloom when they learned that the redhead wanted to return to her parents because she was homesick. Out of place, Stella added as a side note to Sierra.

The group had barely found Bloom when they were attacked and chased by a monster. A burned one. It was the Dowling that had made sure Stella's roommates returned safely. In the process, however, Bloom had to lose the ring.

And yesterday afternoon was all about getting the family heirloom back. It had been assumed that the teachers had brought the burned one with them to Alfea.

"What does the burned one have to do with your ring?" asked Sierra with her eyebrows drawn together, looking at Stella because there was no connection there.

"The little fire fairy lost it to the burned one," replied Stella, who was really well disposed towards the new fairy, it seemed, "You want to help once and what comes out? Trouble."

North in the forest there was a hut, which was probably the only place where the burned one could be housed without the students knowing anything about it. Upon arrival, however, the cabin was empty and far and wide, no sign of the burned man.

While Stella was talking, Sierra took the self-bound book from the hand of the light fairy, leafed through it and gave it back to the blonde open. Irritated by what Stella had just been handed, because that was right creepy Sierra was dealing with the burned, and right when she was telling about it.

A body was found and it was assumed that a burned was responsible, hence Sierra's inquiries. It can happen that certain events that follow each other seem like a coincidence. A bad joke, one might think.

However, it was not the only body that was found, because dozens of specialists had also been, brutally murdered.