Why?

Hello Everyone!

It's my first Winx Saga fic, so I hope I could write the characters well.
It's been a while since I watched the series, so there are things I don't remember, so please I did something wrong, let me know.
This one-shot is more intense than the scene in the series, it was like what Sky thought when his father showed up.

Anyways, I hope you will like it!

Saul was speaking with Sky about what had happened at the school's entrance when three cars arrived with Solarian flags on the rear-view mirrors. Saul stood up and indicated to Sky to stay behind him. Intuition told him that something was going on, and he wanted to protect Sky.

Sky wasn't his real son, but he felt as if he was. During the years he had been taking care of the teenager, their bond started to be as strong as a father and son's.

From the first car, Luna of Solaria stepped out, with her straight posture and unreadable face. This woman was always so cold, and Saul never liked her. He knew how she raised her daughter because of Sky's relationship with her. Sky never talked about it, but sometimes Saul heard things he shouldn't have to. Next to the woman, two guardians were standing, holding their weapons.

"Good afternoon, Queen! How can I help you?" Saul pretended to be calm, but his heart started to pound faster. The sharp look on Luna's face didn't mean anything good.

She stepped closer, chin up, with a straight back. "Saul Silva, you are under arrest," she said without any emotions in her voice, but her eyes talked instead—they were shining, and a little wrinkle in the corner of them showed she enjoyed the moment.

A cold shiver got over Saul, but he tried to keep up his straight posture. He placed a questioning look on his face.

"Because of the attempted murder of Andreas of Eraklyon," Luna replied for his unsaid question.

Attempted? An eyebrow ran up on his forehead. Then Andreas stepped out from the second car with a mischievous smile on his face. He hadn't changed almost anything, but the most surprising of all was that he was standing in front of him, alive.

Saul was in shock, so he didn't protest when the two guardians stepped to him and grabbed his arms. They twisted his hands behind his back and something cold clapped in his wrists. Handcuff. They were arresting him, truly—it wasn't a joke. Saul blinked some and the shock left his body. He started to shake the hands from his shoulders off, but the two guardians held him even tighter. When he didn't stay calm, one of the guardians hit his back with a sharp tool. The pain ripped through his back, then he sank to his knees. He bit his lower lip to ease the pain.

Sky on the stairs stared at the two guardians with eyes wide open. The shock shook his whole body. His father was standing there, and he was living. He couldn't believe his eyes when the man stepped closer to him.

"Sky!" His voice was gentle, but his eyes were cold. Sky opened his mouth, but the words froze into his throat. He couldn't say anything. Two guardians were punching Saul in the face, and they arrested him when his believed-to-death dad was standing right in front of his eyes.

"Why?" was all Sky could say. He was mad at the situation, but most of all mad at his father without whom he had to live for the entire 17 years of his life. One day ago, it turned out that his father wasn't the hero who he was said to be, and now his presence, with his impeccable body—definitely alive—showed up. He abandoned him, pretended to be dead, because of what?

"I had some things to do," he replied shortly. "How are you doing?" Andreas placed his hand on Sky's shoulder.

Sky shook it off quickly. "How dare you?" His voice was trembling, and a fire was burning in his blue eyes.

"I am your father."

"How dare you call yourself my father?" he asked louder than before. "You left me. I thought you were dead. What did you think when you just showed up? And why do they arrest Saul? He did nothing," Sky yelled at his father.

"He tried to kill me," Andreas said simply.

"Seriously?" Sky asked in disbelief, even if he knew the answer. Saul tried to kill him, and he thought he did, but it didn't happen seemingly.

"Didn't he tell you?" Andreas asked, chuckling. "What father's allowance was he?"

"He told me, you wanted to kill a whole village because of someone's order. He had to stop you!" Sky shouted.

Andreas shook his head, still grinning widely.

"Oh, he told you that?"

Sky stood his look and nodded briefly. He wanted to punch his father's face at that moment, but he couldn't. His body froze when he heard Saul's growling shout when some of the guardians hit him to the side of the car. If he antagonized his father would make Saul hurt more, and Sky didn't want to. He was his real father, his chosen one.

"I know. Little telltale." He sent a quick glance to Saul.

Red drops covered Saul's face as he looked back at Sky before they forced him into the third car. His eyes were sad and upset. He couldn't do anything to prevent it, they arrested him. Sky would be left alone with his father—who they couldn't call a father. A father would never leave his son and kid him that he died.

Sky's blue eyes met with Saul's grey ones; he could read out everything from that short glance. Saul was worried about him, nor about his state. He was always like that—everyone in front of himself.

Sky knew he couldn't leave like that, but now he had no idea what to do.