How season two should have ended: in my humble opinion

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If you've ever watched Fate: The Winx Saga, then this is for you. 

So, obviously, season two spoilers are ahead, so be warned. 

BEFORE I even post what I'm going to write, I'm just going to say that the end of season two was absolute shit. It was so out of character. I mean, yes, Bloom wanted answers and felt like she didn't belong, but I don't think she would have gone into the Realm of Darkness, especially with Sky being right there. ON TOP OF THAT, I know for a fact that Sky would not have let her go into that portal. He would have stopped her, or he would have went with her. That's just fact. 

So, because of that, here we are. I wrote a better ending. I can expand on it, sure, but I won't. Oh well. 

I wrote this all in just over an hour, so I apologize if this is really bad. I don't care. This is perfect for myself and that's all I care about. 

Anyways, here ya go: 

How season two should have ended: in my humble opinion
Word Count: 3,093

Bloom walked down the hallway, following the light illuminating the way. She walked slowly, approaching the portal with caution. It would be considered beautiful in her own eyes if it weren't so dangerous. It looked like ink, flowing in a circle; the mixtures of yellow, orange, black, and blue swirling together. It was just like what she had seen in her visions. She walked down the stairs slowly, staring at it as she walked down. The portal itself was harmless. The real danger was what lies beyond the portal.

Truth be told, Bloom had no idea what to expect. She knew her mother was on the other side, but who even was her mother? Her mother had been in isolation for over one thousand years. She had no idea of the current world. She might not have known that Bloom was even alive and growing. For all she knew, Bloom could be dead. On top of that, whatever else laid in this Realm of Darkness couldn't have been good. For all she knew, whatever dangers lied on the other side could have killed her mother all those years ago.

Maybe that's why she felt so obligated to walk into that portal and close it.

"What is that?" Sky's voice echoed off of the old walls.

Quickly, Bloom turned around. She watched as Sky, who's expression looked unreadable, walked towards her. She immediately knew that he got her letter and read it. The sinking feeling she had in her gut about leaving in the first place grew and she wanted to throw up.

"It's a conduit to the Realm of Darkness." She turned away from Sky, who was watching her closely, and looked at the portal. "Sebastian must have had enough magic from fairies to open it when he got to the school."

Not that Bloom could see, but Sky was watching her very closely. He was so scared that she was going to walk through that portal. If she even made one step towards it, he was more than willing to drag her away. Or, no matter how scared he might be, go into it with her if there was no time to drag her away. He'd lost so much these past few months. He wasn't going to lose her.

"I thought that's why Sabastian wanted the Dragon Flame," he replied back.

"I did too, at first." Bloom's eyes were still locked onto the portal. "I think he really wanted it so no one had enough magic to close it." She paused for a second. "But now I can."

Sky knew Bloom. He knew that she had already made her decision. He pulled the letter that she had written him out of his back pocket, holding it in his hands. She wasn't as quiet about leaving it as she thought. Either that, or Sky just hadn't been sleeping very deeply. He was already on edge, especially with the whole dying thing. So when the paper slid under his door, he was up and grabbing at it. The second he finished it, he was rushing to put clothes on and rush down here to stop her. The weight of her words pushed him to tears, which he had fought the entire way down here.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 17, 2022 ⏰

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